I looked over my reflection in the mirror one last time, thinking back to the text you had sent me only an hour before.
Party. My place. 9. You better be there. ;)
We had been having this back and forth, not quite friends but not quite lovers, thing for a few weeks now and I could never figure out where your head was at.
I gave my hair one last fluff, double checked my lipstick, and ran my hands over my strappy black tank and too short skater skirt before grabbing my purse and heading out the door.
When I got to your place around 9:20 the party seemed to already be in full swing. I let myself in, eyes scanning over the crowd before landing on you flirting with some girl by the far wall. I smiled to myself and moved to the makeshift bar, mixing myself a strong vodka Redbull and taking a few sips before melting into the party.
Every once in a while I would feel eyes on me, and glance over to meet your gaze. Each time you would quickly look away, back towards whichever girl was trying to hold your attention at the moment. I would simply smile to myself and go back to dancing, or flirting, or drinking.
The party began winding down around 1:30 or so, with most people having already bailed, passed out on a couch, or sat sobering up with quiet conversation. I made my way around the room, picking up empty glasses as I went, finishing those that were half empty and heading towards the kitchen. I continued to help pick up for the next half hour or so, making idle chit chat or fetching glasses of water here or there, while the rest of the guests made their way home. Finally, you came walking into the kitchen with a stack of shot glasses in one hand and a stack of paper plates in the other.
“You don’t have to do that you know. I can pick up tomorrow.” There was no slur in your voice, which I found odd given you’d had a drink in your hand every time I had seen you.
“I know, but I don’t mind. Besides, the last thing anyone wants to do when they’re hungover is clean.” I moved to throw the remains of some half eaten nachos in the garbage and stumbled slightly, the last bits of alcohol I consumed beginning to catch up with me. I felt your hand on my waist suddenly, steadying me.
“Thanks.” I said before turning back to the counter, disappointed by the loss of contact but knowing it would be short lived. I took a deep breath and began scrubbing out shot glasses in the sink before speaking again, “All those girls you were talking too, I’m surprised none of them stayed.”
“They weren’t very interesting.” You replied, your voice rough, though whether it was from the alcohol or arousal I couldn’t be sure. You walked towards me, stopped for a minute, and then leaned back on the counter next to the sink, the veins on your arms standing out as you supported himself.
I dried my hands with a paper towel before tossing it in the trash, never moving from my spot at the sink. I let my hand slide, slowly, over towards yours, letting just a few fingers ghost lightly over the back of your hand.
“It really is too bad we’re just friends…” I began, voice low. “I saw you watching me tonight.” I could almost feel you freeze beside me, but you said nothing. I pulled my hand back and straightened. “Or maybe I misread the situation, and I should just go.” Without looking up I moved past you, towards the door. I only got a step or two away before I felt your hand on my wrist.
“Don’t even think about it.”
With that you pulled me into you, lips crashing into mine with such force I was sure they would bruise. It would be worth it. I opened my mouth to let your tongue slide inside and soon we were both breathing heavily, hands wandering over each other’s bodies. Suddenly your hand slides into my hair and you tug, yanking my head backwards exposing my neck. You kiss and nibble from my collarbone up to my jaw before growling into my ear, breath hot, “You think you can just tease me like that all night without any consequences?”
I feel the wetness between my legs start to grow, certain he’d be able to smell it now.
“I know exactly what you were doing, in that skimpy tank top and that skirt….you spent all night ignoring me thinking I wouldn’t notice.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Your lips crashed into mine again. I felt you bite my lower lip and couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
“Knees. Now.” You use your hold in my hair to push me down until I’m eye level with the bulge in your jeans.
“Well that just looks downright painful.” I say with a smirk. I’m rewarded with another sharp tug on my hair, forcing me to look you in the eyes.
You keep one hand in my hair and use the other to undo your jeans. “If you can’t learn to keep your smart mouth shut, I’m just going to have to stuff something in it to keep you quiet. Open.”
I do as I’m told and let my eyes flutter closed as you push your cock into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to gag. I let out another moan and hear you chuckle darkly above me.
“That’s right, take it like the little slut I know you are.”
That’s all the encouragement I need from you. I start to lick and suck with almost a desperation. I glance up and see your head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth hanging slightly open with pleasure. I bob my head up and down your shaft, taking it all in each time. I reach one hand up and lightly massage your balls, while the other slips under your shirt so I can rake my nails down your chest.
You let out an almost inaudible “Fuck” and I smile around your cock. The next second my mouth is empty and you’re pulling me by the arms back to standing. You move behind me, hands on my hips.
“Bend over the counter.”
I place my hands on the counter top and slowly slide them out in front of me, wiggling my ass against your crotch as I do so. You give me a sharp slap in response.
I feel cold air hit my drenched pussy as you flip my skirt up and yank my panties down.
“Already so wet? I knew you were desperate but I didn’t think it would be this easy.”
I push my hips into you, trying to get some sort of friction, and feel you pull away, holding my hips in place.
“Please.” I beg.
You give me another hard slap.
“Please what?” You ask. “Tell me what you want.” Slap.
“Please fuck me. Please I need to feel you inside me.” I rush out.
You smack my ass a few more times before teasing the tip of your cock up and down my slit, brushing lightly over my clit before moving back towards where I so desperately want you. You push into me, just the tip, and I let out a groan.
“You’re such a fucking tease!” I complain.
“You’re one to talk.” You retort, right before slamming your entire length into me, causing me to gasp.
From then on there is no more teasing. You slam into me, over and over, fingers digging into my hips as I clench my pussy around your cock. I reach a hand down to rub my clit. Soon I hear a string of curses leave your mouth as my muscles contract in orgasm.
You pull out of me, turn me around and push my back to my knees as you stroke your cock. Not long after I hit the ground, a string of hot, sticky cum shoots out onto my face. I stick my tongue out to catch as much as I can, and lean forward to lick the remaining drops from you as your breathing slows.
You grab a towel from the counter behind me and hand it to me so I can clean my face. I stand, give you a quick kiss, and start to pull my panties back up but you stop me.
“Not so fast. I’m not done with you yet. Bedroom. Now.”
I grin and head towards your room, letting my panties drop to the floor in the kitchen, giddy thinking about the night ahead.
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