I'm His

11-𝚂𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸𝚗☝︎︎

*Lana's P.O.V.*

"Is Curtis coming to pick you up? It's late." I ask Alyssa. "I don't know where they are, they said they'd be back. Is it good if I stay the night if they don't?" "Yeah, that's fine." I tell her.

"I'm going up to my room. You can stay on the couch or the guest room, you good?"

I tell her, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "Yeah I'm good, Ima stay down here." She tells me, getting a blanket from under the coffee table.

"Night," I say, starting to make my way to the stairs. "Night," I hear from my living room.

I make my way up the stairs and into my room. I throw the water bottle onto my bed and go into the bathroom, to brush my teeth.

Once I brush my teeth I brush my hair and put it into a messy bun.

I walk back over and flop into my bed, instantly feeling relaxed and I become more tired. I wonder where Curtis and Marshall are, but I'm sure they are fine. They probably just got drunk and went to sleep without calling. 

Everything feels so new. Wondering where the man I'm involved with is, or where his best friend is because he's with my best best friend.

My drift off as my thoughts about everything start to fade.

I wake up from a noise that sounded like a door opening. I rub my eyes awake and I sit up. It is still dark outside, so I know it's night. I squint to see the alarm clock, it's almost 4 in the morning.

Then I hear my bedroom door open and I see a silhouette.

"You still up?" I hear Marshall say in a whispering voice.

"Yeah, now I am because of you sneaking in." I reply to him as I turn on the lamp on the nightstand beside me.

He closes the door and kicks off his shoes before he crawls into bed next to me.

"When did I say you could sleep in my bed?" I say as he takes off his shirt.

"I fucked you in this bed, I sleep in it whenever U want, slut" he says looking into my eyes.

"I'm not a slut," I protest. "I didn't let you fuck me for a while, we fuck twice and I'm a slut?"

"For me you are," he saying inching towards me and putting his hand on my shoulder, going up towards my neck.

With his hand holding my neck he pulls me an inch away from his face. "Let me show you what a slut you are."

He smashes his lips onto mine. His tongue on my lips, once I open mine his tongue enters mine.

And he leans back squints the headboard, his hand on my neck pulls me closer and I straddle him.

Both of his hands move to my shoulders and down my body to my hips. He presses me against his hips and I start to grind onto him. I feel him get hard under me.

His hands move to my ass and he squeezes and massages at the pace of his kisses. His hands move under my shirt and he pulls it over my head. He replaces the shirt's coverage by rubbing his hands over my tits.

I run my hands around his shoulder and biceps. He stops kissing and he looks at me and looks down, and back up at me.

I realize he's asking me with his eyes. I lightly smile and I untie the strings on his sweatpants. While I do I feel his eyes staring at me. Once they untie I look back up to him and kiss him again.

I lift myself off of him and I tug his sweatpants and his underwear down. Before they slip off he reaches into his pocket and takes out a condom.

He rips open the foil package with his teeth, takes the condom out, and rolls it down his dick. I roughly kiss him once again as I hear the foil hit the hardwood floor.

One of his hands goes against my thigh and moves my underwear to the side and I feel his fingers travel up my slit.

"Always so wet for me, huh?"

I feel him throbbing again the inside of my thigh and he lifts my hips up and I sink onto him.

I throw my head back as I adjust to his large size. His hands moves my hips to a steady pace, not fast, but not slow.

"Why didn't I let you fuck me sooner?" I say as I start to go up and down on him. He shrugs at me, then pulls me off of him and lays me down on my back.

He puts his hands on my knees, opening my legs. He re-enters me and I move my hands to his shoulders.

He starts to kiss my neck and chest roughly, then rests his head in my shoulder as he starts to thrust fast and hard.

I struggle to keep my legs open so I wrap them around him, increasing the angle he's pounding me from, making it feel even better.

I start to feel my orgasm coming and my moans increase.

"You like that?"

I nod my head trying to slow my breath.

"Fuck, you feel good" he groans into my ear.

I cum around him and he finishes and slows down, riding out the orgasms.

Once he pulls out he falls onto the bed beside me, covering us with a sheet.

I feel worn out and tired, remembering it's 4 in the morning.

I turn on my side and I feel him turn on his. He wraps his arm around my torso holding a his chest.

I close my eyes and fall asleep in his arms, from his warmth.