This here is a begining of a story I wrote today. It wasn't supposed to be smutty at all; just a bit romantic. But as I was trying to draw an image of the nature of this couple's relationship... well. It turned out they're a pair of horn dogs that can't stop kissing and grinding and... well, see for yourself.
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I walk in without knocking, shuffle to the kitchen nearly soundlessly and crop a beer. As if this isn’t only my second time in this house. I hear the group laughing and chatting elsewhere in the house. Someone has put rock ballads on the stereo again. Led Zeppelin, Scorpions, Kansas, Bonjovi and Deep Purple were playing the last time I was here. Now they’re playing Pink Floyd’s ”Wish you were here”. The TV is on, low volume. I follow the cacophony into the living room. I do a quick scan of the room. With all ten of them there, all the seats are taken. Some are sitting on the floor. Nori sits on an armrest and sends a kiss and a sweet smile on my way while paying attention to whatever they’re all jabbering about. My returning smile comes reflexive. She always pulls the best out of me. Some heads turn my way. I turn mine toward the floor and slouch by the window, close to Nori. I set my beer on the speaker next to me and sit down, resting against the wall uncomfortably. Nori throws me a small pillow. I catch it inches away from my face and set it between my lower back and the wall. I shift my weight around until I get somewhat comfy.
She locks her eyes into mine, with that lovely little mischievous spark in hers. She quickly comes by me, kneels between my legs and bends forward to give me a proper welcome-smooch. The guys whistle at her round bum mooning them. I suppress the need to beat them up. All I could want, all I’d ever need is right here in my arms now. Her lush lips press on mine teasing at first, but as the kiss escapes us both and deepens into a passionate battle of lips and tongues, her whole body presses on mine as if it heard my call. I’m blown away with sensations of her body - and all of its parts - snuggling up on me; softly moving, grinding. A thought “this could become embarrassing” flashes through my head, but it’s as fast as a subway train passing a station. She tastes so good and sweet. Cherries and apples. Without breaking the kiss, she sits sideways between my legs. Nestling. Without minding the others yelling profanities and howls our way, she stays there. Fervently kissing my lips, licking my tongue as if she’s thirsty and I’ve got the fountain of youth in my mouth or some shit like that. Not that I’m complaining. No fucking way. I’m absolutely sucked in. Lost in her. I feel my arms around her, holding her tight. I can’t remember putting them there. My eyes are closed. I can easily imagine us doing this in her room, or in my studio. Naked. Yeah. That’d be nice…
I can’t hear the others. Their sounds and the music are nothing but a distant hum in my ears, muffled by the sound of my blood running. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest; like it’s trying to burst through and into hers. She already has it anyway. I can’t hear the others, but I know they’re there. She suddenly seems to realize it too. Hesitantly she slows down the kiss, until they’re only couple of little smooches. Her eye lids flutter when she opens them again. She smiles a wicked smile for me, heat glimmering in her eyes. She sees it in mine too, and gets a victorious glint. Little vixen! I grin at her like a fucking fool. I can never control my face around her. I just hope her friends don’t tease me for it. Again. Nori curls against my chest, listening to my still feverishly beating heart. Her fingers absently playing on my abs. Oh, my little vixen…
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The evening carried on as usual. We were all drinking beer, Nori and Ash had their apple cider, there was talk and music and laughter. I could really get used to this merry band of friends. I only got to know them through Nori couple of months ago when we started dating. Cool bunch of 20-somethings; took me in right away. You can really meet interesting people through interesting girls that lurk around your workplace. She’s still not admitting to stalking me, but I know for a fact she didn't used to come to the bookstore as often before I started working there. The owner told me so. The owner, also known as Nori’s cousin Jeff. There was some checking out on her side and mine. Al right, I’ll admit it but you can never tell her: I was sold the moment I first saw her walking in. Long curls swinging and laughter in her eyes, she was just… magical. From the first moment she had this pull on me, like I needed to be close to her or I’d perish. I actually said that out loud when Jeff asked what I thought of her; before I knew they were related. He laughed and said “Love! Turns every fool into a poet!” I just hissed him to shut the fuck up. Then he said he could give me her phone number if I was going to keep stuttering around her. I was stuck having him call me with words like wordsmith, bard, and lyricist and of course: Shakespeare. All just because that silly word –perish- came out of my mouth. I don’t know where the fuck it came from to start with. Too bad it keeps echoing in my head whenever I have to be apart from her. Someone up there must be having fun at my expense. Of course his nicknaming might have had something to do with the stuttering too. Like some people call some big people “Tiny”. You can never be sure when it comes to Jeff. The man has some seven kinds of humor. Don’t get me wrong. I like the guy. I owe it all to him that I got together with her.
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- “Kill the music!” Carlie yells in a high-pitched voice. Nori wakes up in my lap, looking confused. –“We gotta watch this show! It’s awesome!” Mike pauses the stereo and our hostess turns up the volume on TV. Almost all of the rest of us groan in unison when we realize it’s one of them stupid ghost hunter-documents. –“You oughta be kidding, sweet-ass!” Corey calls out. –“You actually buy this shit?” Mark chimes in. –“well… no…” Carlie answers unsure of herself, blushing. Some guys laugh. –“Well, I do believe some of it is real!” She decides to stand up for herself. –“I read somewhere that most of this shit is acted out. “Ashley replies. –“Yeah, because ghosts aren’t real! You dumbass!” one of the more drunk guys yelled howling with laughter. Carlie starts sulking and just concentrates on her show. Everyone gets a bit bothered and shuts up. Some watch the show; some just drink their drinks lost in thought. I guess some of them are losing their buzz. We’ve been sitting here, spending time together for… Fuck! 5 hours? I notice the clock. 2 Am. What perfect time to be watching ghost-shows on TV, in a dimly lit room. Candles flapping and… My sexy little girlfriend wakes up horny? I notice; my eyes wandering to her chest finding two sharp peaks. Oh lookie that… And she’s looking kind of embarrassed, blushing even. –“What did you dream about, vixen?” I whisper in her ear. She winks at me and turns a brighter shade of red.
She turns in my lap, putting her ankles on my sides. My chest feels colder now that she’s not leaning on it anymore, but she’s still so close… Her crotch only inches away from mine. Teasing. My little vixen… I tighten my arms around her, rubbing the small of her back, maybe slipping on her ass a little. I do love the feel of her ass in my hand. She has locked me in her eyes and I notice we’re both breathing heavier now. Our little corner of the room is pretty dark, no candles here because she was sleeping. Good thing too, because she slips her hands under my shirt and leans in closer while lightly caressing my abs and chest. God, that feels good! She toys with my chest hairs; pulling, tickling… She’s so much closer now… I want her even closer. I can’t reach her lips. She’s smaller than me; her lips are on my neck level. Damn vixen must have planned this. She starts planting little kisses and nibbles on my neck, ear… My breathing gets really ragged. I hope nobody notices. I can’t take my eyes off of her long enough to check. I bend my neck down and catch her into lip-lock. Forget slow teasing starter-smooches! We’re going in full-heat this time; hungry for each other. Hot air is hissing through our noses and into each other’s mouths. My chest feels like exploding because I can’t breathe right, my heart beats erratic. I don’t care! I want her. I want her now. And she needs me. I can tell by how she pulls herself closer to me, locking her ankles behind my back and grinding herself against my hard on. –“Lucas…” She whispers, beckoning. I can feel the reasoning fly out of my head. I cup her ass and stand up. She locks her ankles tighter and nibbles on my neck as I carry her out of the room. There are whistles behind us. –“Good going, big guy!” Shit. I guess we gave them better entertainment than ghosts.
As soon as I get us away from their sight, to the hallway, I press her back against the wall and continue our hungry kiss and rub myself against her. My cock is twitching happily toward her, nestled between her legs, against her puss. Greedy bastard wants more. It’s aching even. Well, it can blame only it’s self; been standing ready to serve ever since I first laid eyes on her on the living room doorway. My lips burn. I can feel them swollen and raw. Shit, must be the same for her. I can’t even taste her lip-gloss anymore; only the apple cider mixed in her own sweet taste. I try to break the kiss and calm things down a bit. I’m getting a bit sweaty in the back of my neck. She clings to my neck whispering quiet protests and presses herself closer, sucking on my neck. I try to even my breath and clear my head from this lovely mist. –“Hold on a little vixen. We can’t…” I try to tell her but she interrupts me by pulling me into another kiss. –“Jesus, woman…” Escapes my lips. I hear laughter in the living room. –“You can use my bedroom, you horn dogs!” Carlie yells. Wow. Perfect. How the fuck will I ever look at any of them again? –“Yeah, let’s go!” Nori mumbles hastily. I turn and carry her to the bedroom. Who am I to say no to her? –“You might wanna burn those sheets afterwards!” One of the guys laughs. Others join in howling. Somebody puts the music back on, louder.
Carlie’s bedroom is only a dark blur and I leave it that way in fear of it being pink. As soon I see where the bed is, I close the door and we’re left in darkness. I could swear I still see her eyes glowing hungry. I half throw her on the bed, and she pulls me down with her. I manage to soften my fall with my knee, so I won’t crush her. She doesn't even notice. She’s too busy eating my neck away and tucking my shirt up. My head hums with the sound of lust again. All that breaks through it are her sighs; some wordless, some begging for more. Every inch of my skin is tingling with the need of feeling hers. I pull my shirt off and lift hers up so I can kiss and nibble on her belly, lines of her ribs, edges of her bra. She lifts her shoulders for a second so I can pull her shirt off. I pull down a bit, lie over her, between her legs, trapping her. I kiss and lick her belly, wander towards the edges of her bra. I set my mouth over her left nipple and blow hot air on it, nibble on it and suck on it slightly, and then blow again. I lean on my right elbow and do the same on her right nipple while fondling her left breast with the other hand. She breathes heavily and sighs impatiently. She tries to lift her hips against me to get friction, but I’m too heavy. She’s making me smile against her boob. Her restless hands wander in my upper back, drawing the lines of my scapulars and scratching a little. I look up and see her biting her lip, eyes closed, panting. I lower myself on her body again; kiss a trail from her breasts, down her belly, until I reach her pants. I tease her first by sliding my finger inside the pants and running it across the belly as deep inside the pants as it goes. She tries to lift her hips against me again and grunts unsatisfied. –“Hurry!”
I open her pants and pull them down to her thighs. Her lacy underwear looks uncomfortably tight on her swollen crotch. They’re dripping wet. I blow a soothing breath of hot air on the poor thing and decide those torturous things need to get off now. I run my fingers to each side of the underwear and she lifts her butt as if I’d told her so. I slide both her pants and panties off of her. She sighs pleasantly. She’s hot. I mean really, really hot. Her skin is burning and glimmering with sweat. Way to make a girl all hot and bothered! I take a long lick on her inner thigh. She shivers. I kiss a trail up her other thigh. She trembles. I kiss her pussy. She lifts it up for me again. Such offering. How could I resist? I set down a few tentative kisses. She widens her legs, opens up for me like an exotic flower. I lick short little licks here and there, opening her up for more. Longer licks, more wet licks… She sighs and moans in response. And lifts her hips. I smile against her. My little vixen… Her juices are flowing, and tasting so sweet. I can tell that she’s already come at least once from all the rubbing. She’s so sensitive on her clit.
Talking of which… It’s sticking out delicious shade of red, glinting wet. I touch it gently with the tip of my tongue. She bites her lip to suppress another moan. I can still hear it in her throat. I lick a few times, enjoying her little sighs. Then I take it between my lips and use both my lips and tongue to play with it; nibbles while taking quick zaps at it with my tongue. Then I suck it in gently, and roll my tongue around and round… She sings her high notes, forgetting the other people. I release her now even more red and sensitive clit. I take a few soothing slurps on it. She whimpers. I can’t resist licking some more; her outer parts. Then I return to her clit, taking sensitive little slurps on it while sinking one tentative finger inside her. She moans so loud, there’s no doubt everyone heard. –“Ah, ah, ah…” I slid another finger in. She’s so tight… I enjoy her pleasure as much as my own, but by now I've chewed my lip bloody, I’m breathing ragged and my dick is about to grow a pair of hands and open the pants itself.
–“Luke… Please” She begs, lifting her hips against my every move. I know she wouldn't want me to take my hands off, but how the heck am I supposed to get my pants off? I give one more big kiss for her pulsing pussy before rising to my knees and getting rid of my pants fast. I lean over her then, hands on her sides. I kiss her deeply while diving inside. I start with careful, low dips, slowly altering the pace and depth. She answers my every move lifting her hips. Soon she’s heaving against me in perfect sync. Like I’m a rock, and she’s my sea. I bury my nose in her collarbone, breathing hot air on her skin. My weight is on my elbows. One of my hands is moving restlessly in her hair and neck, the other caressing her boob, thumb circling her nipple. She has her hands wandering aimlessly around my abs and lower back. We’re both making all sorts of voices without caring for anyone’s hearing. We’re in our own little world now. Lost in each other. Endless sea of pleasure. Hitting every spot. Desperately trying to get even closer to each other. Planting little kisses. Panting. Her sighs sound like music to me. They get closer together, higher, higher… Waves of heat come off of her as she tries to make her orgasm last longer. She’s no longer heaving against me, just trying to keep her hips high. Back arched. I slow my rhythm to caress her every spot. She moans against my shoulder, her fingers pressing hard on my sides. She’s so beautiful. I come too; my brain explodes in white light as my selfish cock spits its juices inside her. How could it not? What else good the poor guy do with her pulsing around it, sucking. I still move gently. We’re both so sore now, even the slightest movement makes us moan. At the point of not knowing if it’s pain or pleasure or both; every little move makes us sigh. Until we move no more. Just lie there interlaced. Me, petting her hair and trying to even my breathing against her neck. She running her fingers in my back and enjoying the last of her buzz. I can still feel her pulsing.
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There. You like? Who says good old missionary position can't satisfy?
