So Much Smut...

Come Back to Bed, Mitch

"Scott?" 

"Mmm?" Was his less than eager response. I rolled my eyes. 

"Seriously, get up, Scott. The day is wasting away and we have things to do." I tried to be assertive. But, my higher than average voice sort of failed me.

"Like...?" Scott queried. I blushed. I didn't have any idea. I just didn't want him to sleep all day.

"Uh..." He laughed darkly and turned towards me, so that I could see his evil smirk.

"Can I do you?" With that he pulled me towards him, smashing his lips onto mine. I whimpered at the sudden intensity, but it felt so good. I could feel heat building in my pants as he pulled me onto him. 

I started gyrating my hips down, causing a friction that I know he needed. But, I didn't let myself get carried away. I leaned down planting a hard kiss on his lips, and swung my leg back over him, climbing off the bed. I hid my face, and the triumphant smile that was evident on it when I heard his frustrated groan. 

I was almost out of the bedroom when I was pushed against the closed door, Scott's arms on either side of my head. "Do... not... tease... me..."  He growled, and I felt myself immediately start heating up again. He attacked my neck, biting and sucking across my throat, until he came to my sweet spot. Instantly, I became Jell-o, and started shifting my hips against his, trying to create friction. I felt him moan into my neck, and I nearly fainted from how hot it was. "Come back to bed, Mitchie..." He whispered, growling again slightly. I was beyond words now, so I just nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist, letting him slam me into the bed for going berserk. 

Sweatpants, boxers, and t-shirts came flying off. I lay back, breathless before even beginning, taking in the drop-dead gorgeous man in front of my. His hair, his eyes, his ripped abs, his muscular build, his length, it was all so breathtaking. "You're staring," he smirked at me. I blushed, and pulled him down, lips crashing onto one another. They were going to be swollen later. He reached down to stroke me, and while it sent me wild, bucking up for more, it wasn't what I wanted. 

"Scott-" I let out a deep breath, as his hand moved faster. "No, I don't want playing around. I want you." He understood immediately, reaching into our nightstand and pulling out his "equipment." His words, not mine, I swear. I felt his finger at my hole, and let out a low groan as he slipped it into me. A little louder when he added another, and even more when he began scissoring them.

 He was about to add another when I said, "No." He frowned in puzzlement, but I shook my head, reaching up and stroking him. "Not your fingers, Scott. You." He groaned. Positioning myself in front of my entrance, slowly pushing in. I hissed at the sudden intrusion, but immediately felt comfortable being filled in all the right ways.

"Damn, Mitch. You are so tight..." He forced out between forced teeth, before bottoming out, letting out a loud groan. "OH GOD..." He stopped for a minute to let me adjust, but I gave him the message when I started thrusting my hips up at him. 

He started moving his own hips back and forth to meet my motions, his arms that were holding him up nearly buckling from the bliss he felt.

"Mmmm, Scott, faster." He started speeding up, I struggled to keep my movements the same, but I needed him to destroy me. "Let go, Scott." 

He held my hips down with his muscular arms and started pistoning in and out of my hole. "OH MY GOD SCOTT, YESSSS!" I sobbed and screamed at the same time, wailing when he reached down and started stroking my already leaking member. I'm sure I alerted the whole neighborhood when he hit my prostate, sending me into a euphoria unknown to any virgin. "OH SHIT..."

"God, I am so close, Mitch..." He let out a hoarse whisper-shout-type-thing, panting as he worked me. I pulled him down and planted another fierce kiss on his lips, and suckled on his neck. 

As I felt his thrusts getting sloppier, I whispered in his ear, "Cum for me, Scott." My whisper sent him over the edge, because he sped up faster than I would've believed possible, and also started stroking me impossibly fast. I felt myself fall over the edge, white spurting onto our chests, and I heard a loud grunt and felt warm liquid seep into me. Scott rode us both down from our highs, continuing to milk me until we were done. He collapsed on the bed next to me, our chests rising and falling rapidly. 

I curled up into his side, his arm around me, my head resting on his chest, when he whispered into my ear, "Aren't you glad you came back to bed?"