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Everybody in this story is over 18.
We actually manage to paint the room before dark and even though Kayla invites me to stay for dinner I'd rather leave. She didn't catch us but it still feels weird to just chill with them like her boyfriend didn't just have his fingers up my ass.
I tell them that I'm tired and decide to go home. But not directly, I take a long walk to think about all that has happened. The air is cold and piercing my lungs in a pleasant way, I feel like the slight breeze is cooling off my overthinking brain.
I wanted to stop this from happening but I couldn't stop myself. He feels way too good, I don't have the restraint to just brush him off. But I also know that it can't go on like this. It'll either end in Kayla catching us and telling all of our friends about our little arrangement or some stupid emotional chaos that makes us decide to stop it ourselves. I don't know what to do.
By the time I get home it's pitch black darkness outside and I shiver from the cold. It has started to snow and a small layer of frost has covered the door knob of my apartment bulding.
I immediately get in the hot shower to warm myself up and try to peel off some of the paint on my body, while I lose myself in the memories of how it got on there. My razor catches my eye and I hesitate for a second, before I decide to actually shave my chest.
The comforting heat of the water calms me down and makes me tired.
After I rid myself of most of the paint and dry myself off, I yawn. It takes a lot of dedication to drag myself into the kitchen and make myself dinner, before I sink into my couch and turn on the TV.
Eating something actually restores some of my energy and I decide to do some work to distract myself. I go get my work laptop and sit down on the couch again, looking at what I've got for the presentation I have next week so far.
I completely forget time and only look at the clock again when my phone suddenly vibrates. Damn, it's already almost two. My gaze wanders down on the screen and I get worried. Why would Connor call me at this hour? Did something happen? I pick up.
"Yo what's up?" I ask.
"Hey…can I come over?"
"It's like two in the morning, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just…I need to see you."
I wince. That doesn't sound good. "Of course you can come over."
It doesn't take long before he appears in front of my apartment door, shivering in the cold. He comes in and takes off his coat, before we make our way to the couch.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask and sit down, handing the shivering Connor a blanket.
"I didn't wake you up, did I? If so I'm sorry, I know it's late." He replies and wraps himself in the blanket to warm himself up.
"No…I was still working on a project, it's all good."
"Are you sure you're not too tired?"
"Yeah…I'm…" I answer, but he stops me by sitting down on my lap, facing me, while he throws the blanket behind him. He grinds his ass against my crotch and I realize why he came over.
A grin makes its' way onto my face and I say: "Did you seriously leave your girlfriend alone at home at two in the morning because you're horny?"
He puts his hands down on my shoulders and comes closer. I'm not sure what to think about this yet, but like an automatism my hands wander under his shirt, and I run my fingertips over his abs. He sighs.
"I'm sorry, only if you want it of course. I didn't get to finish earlier…and…I was watching your video…it drove me crazy. I just need to feel you." He whispers and I get goosebumps.
My cock twitches as he once again pushes his ass down on my bulge. It turns me on that he wants me so bad. His eyes meet mine in the pale TV light and he takes one of my hands by the wrist and places it on his neck. I know what he wants.
And I'm more than happy to give it to him. I grab his throat and choke him gently, causing him to let out a moan.
"Does it turn you on to know she's at home, sleeping, thinking I'm just out for a walk?" He asks and his hands start to wander from my shoulders over my back.
Yes, it does. "Maybe." I answer and hold my breath as he traces his fingertips over my arms and then my abs, down to the waistband of my joggers. I love the way he touches me, no girl has ever done that before. He touches me gently, as if I'm something to protect, something to be explored and enjoyed inch by inch.
As he strokes my chest he suddenly stops.
"You shaved it." He says in surprise. I blush in the dark and try to quickly come up with a lie to not tell him I did it for him.
"Y-yeah I mean half white dyed chest hair looks stupid." I stutter and he moves even closer to me, holding me tight, while I push my hard cock against him from below. I can't get enough of his tight ass. As I grab it and knead it while we grind against each other I feel his fingertips brush up against the back of my neck. I wince. I'm super sensitive around that spot and it surprises me that he would touch me there.
He picks up on my reaction and chuckles in the dark while he draws little shapes on my neck with his fingertips. My dick throbs and I decide that I'm done letting him play with me.
I pick him up and throw him on his back, eliciting an excited squeal from him. I turn on a little light, take off his pants and briefs and enjoy the sight of him, completely naked and helpless in front of me.
His hard cock is throbbing and dripping precum on his abs, while he spreads his legs like the little slut he is. But I have different plans. I pick him up by his hips again and turn him around, so he's kneeling in front of me, ass up.
I give it a firm slap and he whimpers.
"You like that? Huh?" I say in a weirdly aggressive tone that I don't know from myself.
But he seems to enjoy it. "Fuck yes." He moans.
I slap his cheeks again and watch a red hand print form on them, marking him as mine, while I pull down my joggers with the other hand. I lube my dick up with some spit and spit on his hole a few times, causing him to wince and squirm a little.
Then I enter him and he lets out a loud moan. I immediately reach around his face to cover his mouth, just because I feel like it. With the other hand I start pulling on his hair and a whimper escapes from under my hand.
"You're such a little whore." I moan and push deeper inside him. His hole tightens around my cock as I say it, I know he likes this.
I let go of his mouth and instead reach around his hips to take his throbbing dick into my hand that has been dripping precum on my couch for minutes. Then I start pounding his tight ass, letting out a groan and stroking his cock at the same time.
He shakes beneath my grip and his dick is wet from precum. I can feel how he's losing control of his body, his hole contracting around my shaft and his legs twitching underneath him.
I jerk his cock faster, while his ass cheeks clap against my hips and my huge dick disappears deep inside of him over and over again. I will never get enough of him.
"I love your cock so fucking much." He moans loudly and his voice cracks a little.
"Oh yeah? You want it deeper you little slut?" I ask and stroke him even faster. His cock twitches in my hand and a scream leaves his mouth as an answer.
"Talk to me." I command.
"Deeper." He squeals and I give it to him, his ass clapping even louder under the impact. I can feel another orgasm approaching, but this time I want to make sure he gets satisfyed first.
So I clench my teeth and try not to look down on his tight hole taking my cock, as I think that sight would make me bust immediately. Instead I watch the little part of his flushed face I can catch in the half dark. I love fucking his brains out, seeing how dick is the only thing left on his mind.
Suddenly his hole tightens up and his cock throbs in my hand, while his legs stop shaking and his entire body tenses up. His voice reaches a high pitch I've never heard before and I pound into him as hard as I can, while giving his dick some passionate final strokes. Then he explodes with a loud scream and collapses under me. His cum drips all over my hand onto my couch but I don't care about the cushions. This is way too hot. In a reflex I wrap one arm around his waist and catch him, laying him down easy on his stomach. His dick twitches a few more times as the last thick ropes of cum shoot out of it and his voice cracks and gives up.
"Fuck…I've never felt like that before…" He pants and I let go of his dick to grab his asscheeks and spread them a little.
"Can I cum inside?" I ask and he nods and gives me a hungry side look.
I look down on his hole swallowing my big cock and it doesn't take more than a few deep thrusts until I unload deep inside of him with a loud groan. I knead his ass cheeks a little, watching my dick pump him full with satisfaction. Then I lay down on his back and pant. I can feel him gently stroke my thigh and after a few minutes I get off him to give him room to clean himself up.
When he comes back from the bathroom he tries to fetch his clothes, but as I notice what he's up to I pull him back onto the couch. He lets out a surprised squeal as I lay him down on his back and lay down on top of him. I take the blanket from underneath him and wrap us in it, so it won't get cold.
"Don't you pull a bone and run on me." I say and look down on him playfully.
He smiles. "Not gonna lie, this is comfortable as hell but I have to go back home. I don't want her to wonder where I am and ask stupid questions."
Until now I have supported myself on my elbows next to his head but now I let myself down and our faces are just mere inches away from each other again.
His warm body feels so good and comforting underneath mine and I stroke a strand of hair out of his face, tracing my fingertips along his dominant jawline and down his neck. He closes his eyes and swallows hard while trying to grasp a clear thought. His hands rest on my back but I can feel him do his nervous thing, where he digs his nails into his palms.
This deep into the night everything is quiet outside and it feels like the world is standing still and there's just him and me, out of time. Right now, nothing else exists but the feeling of cuddling with him under the warm blanket and the temptation of closing the last bit of distance we have in between us. I can feel that he wants it too.
"Please, stay." I whisper. He opens his eyes again and his gaze meets mine. Then he gently strokes my neck again and as I get goosebumps again I see him smile.
Suddenly, and without really knowing what I'm doing, I lean down and push my lips onto his. For a second he doesn't move and it feels like eternity. But then he finally kisses me back. His lips are soft and he kisses really well. His fingers run through my hair and pull me closer to him, hungry for a more intense touch.
His tongue finds its' way to mine and an overwhelming amount of dopamine shoots through my veins as I lean into the kiss I have anticipated for so long. I gently stroke his cheek with my thumb and smile a little into the kiss as I feel his heartbeat pound against my chest like a drum.
His hand runs down my neck, to my chest, and…he pushes me away. He sits up in front of me in the dark and looks me in the eyes, a whirlwind of confusion and emotion in his.
"This was a mistake…I shouldn't have come here. I should go." He mumbles and hectically gets up.
He's right, we went too far. This just unnecessarily blurs the line between a good friendship and a confusing emotional mess. This whole thing got out of control.
I watch him collect his clothes and get dressed, desperately searching for something to say.
Then I follow him to my apartment door and as he gives me a final look.
"I- I'm sorry." I say, even though that doesn't nearly express everything I feel right now.
"Don't be. It's my fault." He says and without another word or touch he disappears into the cold of the night.