Rejoined The Party With His Cum Still Inside [M]e [NB]

If you want to skip my attempts at prose and hop straight to the sex, find these ~*~*~*~*~.

I had only met Alexei two weeks before his cock was buried deep inside me, one very thin wall between us and all of our castmates.

I’ve always fancied myself a bit of an actor, so when the local college invited folks from the community to play some of the assorted background Romans in their production of Julius Caesar, I signed myself up. Alexei was playing Cassius, the play’s smooth-talking devil on its collective shoulder, but our scenes didn’t overlap, so I only met him when we started doing full runs. He was four years younger than me (20 to my 24) and every inch the villain: tall and lean, with long dark hair, flashing dark eyes, an aquiline nose, and a deep, resonant voice with just a hint of a British accent. When I heard him give the speech about Caesar “bestriding the narrow world,” I felt my stomach flip and knew I wanted to bestride the fuck out of Alexei’s narrow hips.

What can I say? I’ve always loved a bad boy.

We would chat before rehearsals and in between scenes when we could, and I flirted my ass off, but Alexei’s stoicism gave very little away, so after a few tries I backed off. Every so often I thought I’d catch him grinning slyly at me, or he’d touch my shoulder to get my attention when saying my name would do, but I didn’t know for sure how he felt about me until the cast party.

Being as I was one of the few cast members who didn’t live in a college dorm, I was voluntold to host the cast party at my apartment. I didn’t complain – I love having people over. Everyone brought drinks, I supplied the snacks, and we drove over after our final performance (which, might I add, brought the house down).

If there’s one thing 18- to 22-year-olds excel at, it’s drinking games. We played King’s Cup and Cheers To The Governor and Quarters until we were all, with the exception of our designated drivers (the actors playing Portia and the Soothsayer), thoroughly wasted. Slowly the rigor of the games fell apart as people stopped being able to keep track of whose turn it was, and it seemed like the party was winding down, until…

“Hey,” Alexei said, leaning over to nudge me in the shoulder. “Truth or dare.”

“What are you, twelve?”

He grinned. “Don’t judge. I never played growing up. I only saw it on TV.”

“Truth,” I said, taking another sip of my drink. The room had quieted. Everyone had heard the smooth bass of Alexei’s voice. Everyone was paying attention to what Alexei said. I swallowed hard – I knew I had it bad when just the sound of his voice made heat start to build between my legs.

“Tell us something you’ve never told anyone before.”

I paused, thinking about it. “I’ve always been the one to make the first move,” I said slowly. “In all the intimate relationships I’ve had. Usually I don’t mind – I’m proud that I’m assertive – but god, just once I want to be really swept off my feet. Pursued, y’know?”

There was some nodding around the room, but mostly people didn’t react. I felt my face flush and took another swig of my drink before turning to the person next to me and asking her Truth or Dare.

We got all the way around the circle once, with things alternating wildly between silly and sexy (I remember a striptease was followed immediately by a shot of soy sauce), and then it was back to Alexei. He asked me again.

“Dare,” I said.

“Sit on my lap for the next round.”

My eyebrows shot up. Alexei smiled at me like the cat that ate the canary. I gulped.

“Sure, yeah, cool.” My voice was about an octave higher than usual. I climbed into Alexei’s lap.

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One of his arms snaked around my hips like a seat belt, holding me in place with my back snug against his chest and my ass pressed firmly against his crotch, and I was struck by how strong his grasp was – he was definitely more built than he looked in a hoodie and jeans, or swathed in a toga, for that matter.

As the game of Truth or Dare slowly made its way around the circle again, Alexei and I chatted quietly, his voice rumbling through his chest and into me. Just when I was worrying the sound of his voice alone was going to make me soak through my underwear, I felt his other hand rest on my knee. With every passing minute, that hand crept further and further up my leg until his palm was pressed against my upper thigh and his fingers were oh-so-casually dipping between my legs. I shifted my hips, trying to subtly give him a better angle, and realized what I had assumed to be a belt buckle pressing against my ass was decidedly not.

Alexei was rock-hard, his cock straining against his jeans. Evidently the alcohol hadn’t affected him too much.

He pulled me closer, leaned forward, and murmured into my ear, “You wanted to be pursued, right?”

I nodded.

“Consider it done, then. I’ve seen the way you look at me. I want you, if you’ll have me.” He paused and pressed his fingertips more firmly between my thighs, eliciting a gasp from me. “Or if you want, I suppose I could just keep doing this.”

“After what you just said?” I whispered back. “If you keep doing that instead of fucking me, I’ll assassinate you.”

“Great. Get up.”

I did as he said, and he stretched theatrically. “Show me to the bathroom?” he asked.

“Right this way,” I said.

The party was blocking my bedroom door, and anyway even this drunk assemblage would have known we were fucking on the other side of my thin-ass walls. Instead I led Alexei down the hall, past the bathroom, and into my office. The door closed behind us.

Alexei pushed me up against the wall. My shoulder blades smacked against the plaster, but before I could register the sting, one of his hands was curled into my hair and the other was unbuttoning my pants.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he rumbled as he leaned in to nip at my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I half-moaned.

“You struck me as the kind of person who’d want to take the lead.” His hand slipped inside my underwear and he pressed a finger against me. “More fool me.”

I moaned aloud, praying the noise of the party would cover it up, as Alexei pulled my head back and kissed me hard, slipping his tongue into my mouth and the tip of his index finger inside me. I gasped against his lips and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, yanking it upward and breaking away from the kiss just long enough to tug it over his head. I wound a hand around his waist and dropped it down to his ass, grabbing and squeezing to pull him closer to me.

Alexei let out a deep, resonant groan of my name against the crook of my neck. I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

“Fuck, I love your voice.”

“I thought so. The way you watch me when I’m doing that monologue… fuck, I was this close to ripping your costume off backstage,” he said, pushing his middle finger inside me to join his index finger. “God, you’re soaking wet.”

I whimpered as Alexei pumped his fingers into and out of me, rocking my hips forward and squeezing his ass to hear him moan again. He tilted his hips toward me and started grinding against my thigh. I could feel how hard his dick was and it only turned me on more.

He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders, pulled down my pants, and laid me down on the floor of the office.

“What-”

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Stop me if something’s not okay.”

He knelt down at my feet, his lean, muscular torso catching the streetlights that filtered in through the window, and bent until his face was between my thighs. His dark hair spilled out over me and onto the floor. He slipped his fingers back inside me and licked a long stripe up past them.

“Alexei!” I moaned, no longer able to even attempt to control my volume.

He used his free hand to pin down my hips, thrown across them like a seat belt, just like earlier, and licked and sucked me and fucked me with his fingers. Whenever I managed to open my eyes for a moment, I saw his hips writhing and realized he was grinding his dick against the floor, obviously desperate for some friction. I tried to buck my hips up to meet his mouth, control the sensation, but his arm pinned me to the ground. I was completely at Alexei’s mercy. And I fucking loved it.

After only a minute or two, I felt pressure building in the pit of my stomach.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, Alexei, pause, pause.”

“Is everything alright?” he asked, pulling back and wiping his mouth.

“Yes, god, yes, I just want to cum with your cock inside me.”

He smiled his wicked smile. “Your wish is my command.”

He pulled off his jeans and underwear and I saw his hard cock for the first time. He was massive, definitely one of the biggest I’ve ever had, and I could feel wetness starting to drip down my thighs from how badly I needed him inside me.

Alexei helped me up, guided me back toward the wall, and, in one smooth motion, wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and he slowly lowered me down until his cock was pressed against my entrance. And then it was inside me.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck, fuck, Alexei,” I moaned as he pushed my back against the wall and started thrusting into me. I could feel every inch of his dick filling me up. Because of my position, trapped between the wall and his hips, I was once again at the mercy of Alexei’s thrusts, unable to do much but whimper and beg for more. And he gave me more. The entire time he was fucking me, he kept up a steady stream of dirty talk in my ear.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “You look so hot when you’re all flushed and desperate. Fuck, you make me want to cum inside you.”

“Yes, fuck, do it, I’m so close, cum inside me, Alexei, please-”

The thrusts of his cock inside me reached a fever pitch, and I threw my head back as I came – I hit the wall, and it hurt a bit, but I barely noticed – and moaned his name as his hips stuttered and his dick pulsed and his hot cum filled me up.

We stayed like that until he was shaking too much to hold me up, and he gently guided us both back to the floor.

“I hope,” he said slowly, coming back to his senses, “you’ll let me take you out to dinner sometime.”

“I’d prefer breakfast tomorrow, I think.”

He grinned. “In that case, you’d better get all these people out of here.”

So while Alexei hid out in the office, I put my clothes back on, did my best to make my hair presentable, and went back to my drunken castmates with Alexei’s cum still trickling out of me and pooling in my underwear. After much cajoling (and help from Portia and the Soothsayer) I managed to kick everyone out of my apartment.

My night with Alexei got even wilder from there, but I’ll save that story for another time…

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