The music is loud and it’s crowded. I’ve been wandering through the kitchen to get another drink and I squeeze my way through to the living room. Here it’s even more crowded and hot. To damn hot. I hear a loud crash of glass and I think to myself that I’m lucky this is not my house being trashed. I came with a couple of friends, even though I’m not in the mood to party the reason we all are here is to celebrate the last days of summer.
I take a sip of my drink, thinking back to the day we all graduated. I got a bachelor in history but secretly wanted to be a writer. Not like a journalist or anything like that, but to write some novels, maybe get some published. Why is it so damn hot here? My mind snaps back to the crowded living room and the loud music. My grey dress is simple, I feel underdressed giving the kind of party where at, I look down on my black converse. Yeah… definitely underdressed.
“Great party!” I flinch when one of my girlfriends yell into my ear. I turn around smiling politely and nod. She rushes by me, probably targeting another friend of ours, and leave me alone yet again. God I need to get out of this crowd, it’s to damn hot in here. Then I see you, you just arrived through the open double glass doors leading out to the deck and the swimming pool area. Just the sight of you makes my heart pound wildly. You and I go a long way, but for now we are exes. And not the exes that stay friends. My mood sinks, if I knew you were going to be here I wouldn’t had come.
But who am I actually trying to kid? Of course you would be here tonight, given that you are a very social guy. Should I even have to mention that you also are extremely sexy and probably on a hunt for another girl tonight? I push my way through the crowd to the staircase, some exploring might cheer me up, also I don’t need to accidentally run into you. I’m not drunk enough for that. I pour down the rest of my drink, leaving the cup on a table.
I glance over my shoulder as I climb the stairs, you lock eyes with me, but only for a brief second before I turn around, practically fleeing up the stairs. Fuck. Fucking goddamn fuck.
*
Two girls startle me when they burst out from one of the rooms laughing. One of them keep the other one on her feet, giggling. I roll my eyes as they pass me heading for the stairs. Already that drunk and the nights barely begun. I take a deep breath, it’s not as hot up here and the dreadful methodically pump of the music is weaker. I take my phone out from my bag and send a text to my girlfriends that I’m gonna call it for tonight and head home. I wait a couple of minutes but is only met with silence on the other end. I slide it back inte my bag again.
“Busy I take it?” I flinch and turn around. There you are, in all your glory of course, and with a questioning smirk. I raise one of my eyebrows and cross my arms in front of me, trying not to respond to your charm. “Yeah… so if you don’t mind” you move closer and I take a step back in response. You stop and tilt your head to the side, watching me cautiously. “So this is how it’s going to be then…?” you sound sad.
I exhale sharply and try to push past you. Your hand catches mine, a silent begging for me to stay with you. “I just want to talk…” I close my eyes for a brief moment, having you touch me like this is nearly unbearable. “What if I don’t want to talk…?” my voice is full of emotions but I try to push them away. You tug my hand, and I reluctantly turn around to face you. You are so much taller than me and I remember that I had to stand on my toes when I kissed you. When we were together that is.
“I’m sorry…” I didn’t expect those words to come from your mouth. I try to push the tears away as I’ve been crying way to much over you, but sadly one trails down over my cheek. We are interrupted by a couple of party guests who wandered up here to be alone. Their drunk laughs make me raise my hand brushing the tears away. “Not here” my voice is sharp and you nod. You tug my hand again, opening and leading me through one of the doors behind you.
You let go of my hand as you close the door and flick the lightswitch on. I now realise that we are in the second floor bathroom. The light is dimmed making the situation a bit more intimate that I would have asked for given the circumstances. You lock the door and lean back against it. You watch me like you are waiting for me to take the lead. I lean back against the big countertop, again crossing my arms, staring down at my converse. “Well then… talk” I try to keep calm but my heart is pounding like crazy when I look at you.
You raise one of your hands and pull your fingers through your hair, a frustrated gesture I know to well. “I’m sorry, I really am” we lock eyes and I shake my head “you have no right to be sorry” my mouth is dry and my voice is drenched in emotions and I try to clear my throat, the tears yet again trying push through. “If you had any trust in me whatsoever, we wouldn’t be in this mess” I can hear myself growl, and I close my eyes and inhale. I promised myself to not do this. Calm. The. Fuck. Down.
I hear you move and my eyes snap open. I raise one of my hands to stop you from getting closer but you move in, placing your hands on each side of me on the counter. My palm press against your t-shirt clad chest. You smell incredible and my mouth water, remembering your naked body pressed against mine. “That was my mistake” you look down into my eyes and I press my lips together.
“And now you are here to relieve your fucking heart or what?” I can’t help it, I want you to hurt just as much as I did and still do. “Let me guess, the universe just smacked you in the face, you realising what you’ve done, and you need to apologize so I don’t talk shit about you to any other girl?” I can’t hide the hurtful tone in my voice and you actually flinch, my harsh remark did strike you hard in some way. “That’s not why I’m here” you lean down, staring into my eyes.
I force myself not to look down. “Then why are you here… cornering me like this?” my voice shake. “Because I want you back, and I’m here to fight for you” I stare into your eyes in disbelief. “No” I look away and press my palm harder against your chest to get you to move, expecting the simple word to be enough, but you won’t budge. “Please…” there’s something in your voice that makes me close my eyes. Hurt? Fear? Longing? Then you press your lips against mine.
You taste minty, a taste I remember to well. I push you away from me, breaking the kiss, and slap you over your right cheek. I doubt that it hurt at all, it’s just a warning, you just crossed the line with me. I expect you to flinch, but you are completely calm. You move fast, grabbing me by my hips, and lift me up onto the counter. I drop my bag on the floor, shocked by your harshness. You move in between my legs, the thin fabric of my dress is involuntarily pushed up my thighs. Your hands grab me by my wrists, holding me in place.
You press your lips against mine again, this time the kiss is not soft, it’s demanding. I moan against your mouth, surrendering only for a moment before I bite you. You flinch, breaking the kiss, gripping my wrists tighter. You growl, “you never were obedient”. The meaning behind your statement sends a jolt through my body. You always had the ability to excite me just by implying you can take whatever you want, whenever you want.
You lean in close to my collarbone, breathing in my sent, this alone sends a shiver down my spine and I exhale sharply. “See… you can’t deny that you feel at least something” your voice is low and sexy. “Arousal is an ordinary feeling…” I try to sound indifferent, but I tremble. You move back, smirking when your eyes meet mine. “I know… but your arousal only comes this fast with me. And I bet that if I let my hand move under this sexy dress of yours, letting my fingers tease over your naked thighs, I will find a very wet spot on your thong”.
“Fuck. You” i clench my teeth together and you laugh. “There it is…” you press my wrists behind my back, only so you can push me forward, closer to the edge of the counter. I feel you against my thigh, you are hard, your cock strains against the fabric of your jeans. You lean in and let your lips move over my jaw, “so feisty…”. I whimper and close my eyes, letting you taste my skin. Your mouth wanders over my neck, lightly nipping over my right shoulder. You move back only to lean in again and press your lips against mine.
Your grip around my wrists tighten when our tongues meet, a reminder that you are in control. You groan, a deep masculine sound that makes me shake. I’ve always been responsive to that particular sound as it always comes with deep pleasure. You break the kiss, only so you can lean back to look into my eyes. You change your grip, holding both my wrists with one of your hands, the movement pushes me against you. My body responds by pure instinct and I roll my hips, the pressure making me moan. “Tsk tsk… bad girl” you whisper against my lips.
Your now free hand slowly moves over lower back, by my hip, caressing me down to my exposed thigh. Your fingertips linger, but only of a moment before they continue their sweet torture down to my knee. My body reacts on command, my nipples hard and aching. I gasp when your fingers move, trailing their way up my inner thigh. Your eyes gaze into mine, my pupils dilate and I gasp when your fingertips slides over the wet spot on my thong. Your smirk knowingly, your eyes grow darker.
I struggle against your grip, but you’ve always been so much stronger than me, this time it’s no exception. Your hips prevent me from pulling my legs together, and I’m extremely vulnerable like this. “Let me go…” my tone is restrained, I won’t admit that this excites me beyond any of my wildest sexfantasies. Your fingers slips my thong to the side with delicate ease. You lick your lower lip and bite down into it, savoring the moment.
“I didn’t catch that, say it again” your fingertips move over my clit and I gasp, closing my eyes tightly. You move your fingers down, sliding one in, my wetness giving you easy access. I moan against your mouth and you kiss me again, your thumb move in small circles over my clit. “Mmm…” my whimper breaks through and you move back a little. Your fingers move faster now and you let another one slide into my wet pussy.
I shake violently, the sensation of your fingers inside me and your low growl almost sends me over the edge. “Do you want me to make you cum?” your voice tease me. My lips part and I pant wildly. Then you remove your fingers and my eyes snap open and I growl involuntarily. You lick your fingers tasting my juices and hum in approval, and it’s the most fucking erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
My body tremble, still on the edge of climax and I roll my hips, trying to have my release. You snicker and tighten your grip around my wrists, your other hand move down to your jeans, unbuttoning them. The sound of the zipper makes me flinch in anticipation. “You didn’t answer my question… do you want me to make you cum?” you smirk, raising one of your eyebrows.
“You fucking…” I growl and you let my wrists go only to let your hands roam under my dress, grabbing my thong on each side and rip them violently. I whimper when the soft lace move over my sensitive pussy. I raise my hands and tangle my fingers in your hair, my lips crashing against yours with hunger. Fuck reason, I want you to hard. You groan, pushing your jeans and boxers down and let your hands move over my thighs and around me, grabbing my butt, squeezing me against you.
Your cock grace my entrance and I squeal against your mouth. “God I missed you” you moan and push against me. I take your cock, inch by inch until you are buried inside of my wet pussy. You throb when I tremble, and then you begin to move. I roll my hips to match you and your hands press into the soft skin of my butt. I bite your lower lip, the climax closing in. I let one of my hands leave your now messy hair, only to hurriedly make its way down between our bodys. My fingertips press down on my clit, moving around in circles.
You growl approvingly as you always loved when I enjoyed myself in front of you. You feel so fucking good, your hard throbbing cock deep inside of me. I close my eyes breaking the kiss, I moan your name loudly as the climax pours over me. The wonderful haze and the sudden clearness of sounds is like a drug I can’t get enough of.
You slow down a little and lean in to kiss me again. One of your hands moves to grab me over my hip. “You are so fucking beautiful” we lock eyes and I moan again. You shake when I strain around your cock and my aftershakes still roll through my body. “Harder” I whisper against your mouth. You waste no time, your hips violently thrust into mine.
I cry out as you slam into me, “beg for me” you groan. You move your hand from my hip, pulling my shoulder straps down over my shoulders and pull my dress down, exposing my breasts. You push me back and I lean against the mirror. You lean over me, licking my nipples. “I want your cum” I moan loudly, you lock eyes with me as your teeth nip me teasingly. You fuck me harder.
Being this sensitive after my first climax it doesn’t take long before my panting gets strained. My eyes flicker and I lean my head back and scream as the second orgasm rush through my body. You thrust into me and cum. You growl against my collarbone as you fill my wet pussy, trembling. You pant wildly as you come down, my body aftershakes and I close my eyes. My fingers slowly moves in your hair, spent.
You move, the world has stopped spinning and I slowly open my eyes when you move back. You look down on me, letting your fingers caress my cheek, your thumb move with a light touch over my lower lip. “Stay with me” your voice is emotional, thick like you are holding yourself back. I nod and pull you down into a soft kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ey1o0v/exes_mf_love_just_dont_die_hot_party
Holy shit ❤ that was amazing