Not So Cliché

*Hey! This is my first ever writing in this genre. There’s so much more than this coming (pun intended), but I wanted honest opinions before I give out more. Also, if I could get some expert suggestions on how to tag my posts with this story, that’d be great!! Also, fyi, its a bit of a slow burn. Thanks ❤️*

Unlocking the door to my spacious apartment, I wondered if Chris meant what he said about me to his friend, but it’s not like I could say anything if he did or didn’t. I met Alexander in secret, seeing as he was a mutual friend of ours coincidentally, just to see if Chris was really up to snuff. Alex had said he thought of me as charming, yet attractively reserved and “the sexiest woman alive”, which made me smile. Alex informed me with great confidence that Chris is an honest, kind-hearted gentleman. I trust Alex — I should, I’ve known the guy for what feels like my whole life, but really just a year. As fruity and gossip queen-ish as he is, I know I can trust him to be upfront, and if he says Chris is a good guy, I’ll take his word for it. 

I let my mind wander as I dropped my keys in the dish by the door and neatly hung my jacket on the hook, not bothering to stick my wet boots on the rack in the front hall. Padding into my kitchen, I started thinking about Chris while scrounging for something to eat, but I couldn’t tell if I was actually hungry or just hungry for Chris. I’d slept with Chris once or twice over the past couple months, and I can’t lie, it was nothing short of incredible. The way he moves against me, how he uses his hands, the feeling that lingers long after he’s gone… I normally wait for sex until after the dating part has been good for a long enough period of time, but I just can’t resist him; his dark Portuguese skin, gorgeous black-brown eyes, full head of luxurious coiled hair, chisel-sharp jawline… 

I debated texting him, but instead clicked my teeth for Calahan, my big, fluffy mancoon cat, who was… apparently nowhere to be found. I thought it was a little too quiet, he’s usually asking for love as soon as I walk in the door. 

“Cally? Where are you at, fluffy boy?” I cooed for him. I closed the fridge, calling for him again, walking from the kitchen to the living room. I called him again and heard a faint thud coming from the other side of my apartment. Now curious, I cautiously moved through the living room towards my bedroom, pausing to see he wasn’t in the bathroom next to my room. I wandered into the room, and looked to the left towards my bed and closet, only to see a very disheveled Cally, tangled up in a lacy piece of red lingerie I’d left out by mistake, desperately meowing at me as soon as he saw I was there, frantic to get free. I’d been so busy with work lately, my room was a bit of a disaster, and even though there were clothes practically everywhere in here, Calahan, troublemaker that he is, had managed to find the one thing I’d left out stringy and lacy enough to get stuck in.

“There you are, you goof, here, let me help you.” I bent down and patted his head to tell him he was okay, gently shushing him and trying to calm him as he yelped and hollered, gently removing the strings of the piece from his claws and fur. I pulled one more paw out of the strap on the piece and lifted my boy up, putting his front paws over my shoulder and petting his back, listening to his soft purr. “There, all better. What in the world made you want to get all mixed up in that, huh? Huh Calahan, my pretty boy?”

I put him down on the bed and gave his head a scratch, then turned to pick up my lacy reds from the floor to prevent future instances. I turned it over in my hands, admiring the delicate lace framing the intimidating mesh that barely covers anything, leading up to the fluffy feathers lining the top hem of the deep v-line. I draped the outfit over my forearm and noticed a small, white stain making an imperfect line down the back, and I had a flashback to the last time Chris spent the night. He had me screaming on my hands and knees on the floor of my bedroom before cumming hard on my back while I wore this. The thought of it made my loins just a little moist. I thought again about his chiseled arms and strong legs, and my knees got ever so slightly weak.

“Fuck it!” I declared aloud triumphantly, and marched to the kitchen where I’d left my phone. Fingers shaking with excitement, I flipped back around and was walking and typing at the same time, nearly stubbing my toe on the way into the bathroom.

Me: hey! how was work? wanna come de-stress? Ive got sangria… 

Chris: u had me at hey. ill b there in 45 

Me: door’s unlocked ;)

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“Allison?” Chris’s voice immediately sent a pleasurable shiver down my back. I didn’t reply, instead listening to him strip his jacket and shoes and closing the front door, calling my name again. I sat on my bed with the thinnest black robe I own slipped off one shoulder and open, draping on my duvet, my dark, lightly curled damp hair falling over my shoulders and framing my face. Chris padded his way to my doorway, stopping almost in shock to see my legs, freshly shaven and moisturized, sat wide open, and my hand trailed slyly down my honey skin, two fingers sliding along my vagina’s opening, already slippery with my own wetness, and slide a single finger in. I watched as his eyes moved from my pussy to my stomach to my double-d’s, lingering to take in one nipple and then the other, and then up to my lips, which I was biting so hard with anticipation I thought I might bleed. 

“Hey Chris,” I said coyly when we finally made eye contact. I tilted my head seductively and stuck a single finger into my wet hole slowly, letting out a small moan as I did.

“Well hello there,” he replied, his voice breaking a little at the sight of me, a sly smile creeping on his lips. I caught a glance at the front of his jeans as his member made its presence known, growing against his will, and continued to slide my finger in and out of my pussy. When he noticed me looking, he placed a single hand over his cock from the outside of his pants and gave himself a light squeeze that made the veins in his hand pop out for just a second. His dark button-down was halfway undone, showing just enough skin for me to see the outline of his bare chest and upper stomach. His dark, curly, shoulder-length hair was up in a loose top bun, sitting perfectly on his head and he stood leaning against the doorway. His cock twitched visibly in his hand.

“Are you going to let that out, or am I going to finish myself off?” I was taken aback by my own cheeky demeanor. Raising a single brow, he came over to me and stood right in front of me. He lightly brushed his fingers up my throat, sending chills all around my body, making me look up at him.

“Well, well, where did that attitude come from?” he purred at me in a low, seductive tone. This man, I thought to myself longingly. I want this man. His whole hand moved to envelope my whole throat, ever so lightly, and he said “We’ll have to give you an attitude adjustment.” Oh fuck… My breathing picked up and my eyes widened, staring at his fliting back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

“Then kiss me already.” I spoke confidently, but quietly, my eyes daring.

“Say please.” He locked his eyes onto mine and I could almost hear a growl escape his throat as he exhaled the words. His eyes flitted down to my lips.

Barely a whisper left my lips. “P-please?”

“What was that?” He was still staring at my lips, moving closer until his lips were mere millimeters from mine. “I didn’t hear you, princess.” I tried to push into him, meet his mouth, but every time I did, he adjusted his grip on my throat and pulled away so I was unable to get what I wanted. “Say please,” he said softly, the words dripping off his tongue like syrup.

“Please…” My voice cracked and broke. I couldn’t meet his eyes. My body heaved with anticipation, and I could feel my clit twitch under my fingers.

“Please, what?” His voice drew my eyes up to meet his in a gaze that I couldn’t break. I swallowed hard, feeling each of his fingers as the muscles in my neck moved down, his breath mingled with mine.

“Please, sir. I want you to kiss me, please,” I begged, giving in.

“Good girl,” he purred.

He tightened his grip on my neck and pulled his lips onto mine faster than I expected, making me moan in surprise. My brain was swirling, almost as much as my fingers were on my now-dripping cunt. No one’s ever gotten me this horny this fast before I met Chris. Our tongues tripping over each other, I kept rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer. He moved his fingers from my throat to my head, raked them through my hair, then grabbed a handful at the back of my head and yanked it back, drawing a gasp from my chest. He placed his other hand on mine and moved with me, rubbing on my clit. I moved my hand from underneath and moved his to my leaky hole, asking for more. In response, and with a sly smile I could feel against my skin, he pushed two fingers into my slit and hooked them up to the roof of me, moving them slowly in and out of me, hitting just the right spot. Waves of pleasure rippled through my whole body.

“That’s right, princess. Cum for me,” he growled in my ear, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin on my throat, his breath hot on my flesh. I moaned over and over. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck… His fingers went gradually faster and harder in my pussy and mine the same on my clit and I nearly screamed as I came on his fingers, my legs shaking madly, juices flowing and my free hand gripping the hand he pulled hard on my hair with for dear life. I could barely hear a small groan from him as my whole body convulsed, my eyes rolled back in my head, the butterflies tore through me in a typhoon of pleasure, and then it was gone as fast as it came. It left me wanting — no — needing more. He gently removed his hand from my hair and I moved my hands to lean back on my elbows in the bed, trying and failing to catch my breath as the waves of bliss dissipated. He pulled his fingers out of me and moved them to my now very sensitive clit, rubbing it ever so gently, making my legs twitch and my breath catch in my throat. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, gasping for air, and he removed the robe from my arms and tossed it aside.

“Good girl.” Chris reached his head down to place gentle kisses on my chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly as I struggled to collect my bearings. “I’m not done with you yet.” I bit my lip and he worked his lips down my front, watching for my reaction as he gave a simple lick of his tongue to my nipples, one and then the other and then back again, going back and forth for a minute. He reached around behind me for my ass and gave it a light squeeze, further increasing my arousal, then pulled me to a flat position, where he straddled me with my legs between his.

My lady parts were throbbing, begging for more. I reached down to play with myself yet again, staring into his eyes as he leaned down to play with my breasts some more and instead was met with a large bump in the crotch of Chris’s pants. I inhaled sharply, and gave his member a gentle squeeze, which warranted a flex from him, pushing the fabric of his pants forward. I met his eyes and my lips parted without my permission, a sharp breath leaving me.

“Like what you’re feelin’, baby girl?” he sneered at me. Baby girl… I could have melted. All I could muster was a weak nod. “Don’t get too excited, now.” Slightly puzzled, I gave him a quizzical look. He didn’t speak, and instead kissed my lips, so fully, so sensually, so elegantly. I allowed my hands to wander the bare skin beneath the small opening of his button-down. Sitting up, Chris slowly undid the buttons on his shirt before letting it slide off when he dropped his arms, exposing every chiseled inch of his arms and the full plane of his sun-kissed chest and stomach. His pants sat just below his waist, so I could see the natural lines on his skin that lead the eye directly to his protruding parts. I placed a hand on each side of his chest, soaking up the feel of his skin, relishing each and every second. He put his hands on top of mine, holding them on his chest with a gentle squeeze for just a second and then pulled them down to the button of his pants. I watched my hands undo his button and zipper, pulling them down to show a pair of tight black boxers. He stood and let his jeans fall to the floor a few steps from the bed. I propped myself up on my elbow, and he stared me in the eyes as he reached for his underwear, though I barely noticed while I watched those fall to the floor too. His fully erect dick bounced up and I could feel my face completely flush. He stroked his twitchy cock a couple of times, slow and taunting, precum sitting in a perfect little droplet on the tip of its head. His eyes watched mine go up and down his body greedily, a sideways smirk dancing on his lips.

When I found the sense to meet his eyes again, he tilted his head slightly. “Come here, princess.” I rose slowly from the bed, quivering with anticipation, and padded to him. I placed my hands on his sides and he caressed my upper hip before reaching behind and forcefully pulling me into him by my ass cheek. He let his fingers gently drag up my skin, barely making contact, producing intense goosebumps in their wake, landing them on my neck once again. I let out a gasp as he grabbed on tight. “Kneel.”

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