Smut

Forgetful- Devin Booker

His hand moved over his shaft, eyebrows cinched together and forehead lined with sweat. His thumb swiped over his tip, collecting the pre-cum that was gathered there, a hiss escaping his lips. His eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks and he leaned his forehead against the wall, a whimper flowing from his lips as the images flashed behind his eyes.
"Fuck, Devin.." Her hands pulled tightly on his hair, the other raking down his back as his lips sucked marks into her neck, hips snapping forward viciously into her own. His pale skin was covered in in bites, littered in hickies and dark purple bruises, skin torn and shredded in red welts and he growled against her skin as she created a fresh set.
Moans rolled off her tongue, curses from his and her hips were already bruising from the ferocity of his thrusts but she didn't care and neither did he. His tongue soothing across the bite he'd had just left on her shoulder, knowing from memory and experience that it would be covered by her top. Her fingertips tickled down his back, light as feathers and squeezed against his ass, prompting him to pick up his speed.
"Faster, Devin. F-Fuck." Her body shook, holding herself up off of the mattress as her hips rocked up into his in an entirely different rhythm, unable to keep up with his pace. He was panting hot, breath fanning across his face.
He was panting, hot breath fanning across the wall and bouncing back into his face as his forehead slipped against his arm, sweat slick between the two surfaces. He picked up his pace, because he couldn't get the images of her out of his mind. His grip tightened and he bit his lip, groaning loudly again as his breathing stuttered, bringing himself closer to his edge.
He turned, kicking the jeans and boxers that had pooled around his ankles off, ripping his shirt over his head and letting his fingers travel the tingling path down his chest. The one that felt oh so familiar, the one he'd seen her traced with her lips in his dreams and he gasped, his hand sliding down his pelvis to cup his balls as his head fell back.
"God, I'm so fucking glad I decided to date one of the athletic boys." She gasped, moaning as he pulled her leg further up on his hip, hitting new angles and reaching deeper, her head falling back ecstasy. He took the offering of the new skin, licking across the front of her throat, careful not to leave any marks here though.
"Is that all I mean to you?" He teased, although he knew it wasn't true and she huffed out a laugh that soon dragged into a series of whimpers, her hand locking on his jaw and pulling his face to meet hers. Lips clashed, tongues fighting for dominance and he won, arms locking in beside hers and he growled, almost predatorily.
"You know you mean a lot more to me than that, Devin. But Jesus, I doubt any random guy would be able to fuck me until I'm seeing stars." She murmured in his ear, teeth biting his earlobe and he pulled away, pulling out and gripping her hips tightly as she cried out at the loss.
"I don't want you even thinking about other guys fucking you, do you understand? His pointer finger trailed over her bottom lip, lips brushing across hers as he nipped at her lip."These lips, are mine. To be wrapped around my cock only." Two of his fingers trailed down her front, tweaking and tugging on her nipples as she arched up into him, breathing laboured and strained. "These tits, are mine, for me to mark, for me to play with. Mine." He whispered against her skin, tongue flicking out to lick across a nipple, sucking it between his lips and he rolled it between his teeth.
"Oh God, Devin, all yours, I promise. Yours."
"Damn right." He growled, biting with an equal softness and roughness against her breast, dragging two fingers through her folds, swirling around her clit as her hips bucked up, rolling into his palms. "This gorgeous little pussy is mine. None of them will ever get to know how tight you are, because you said it yourself, baby, no one could fuck you like I can." He plunged to fingers into her dripping heat, a scream ripping from her throat as his fingers moved hard and fast, curling perfectly and stroking her walls as her body spasmed, jumping vigorously and his hand clamped down over her mouth to hush her sounds as she came all over his fingers.
His hand clamped down over his own mouth, moans and mewls spilling from his lips and he struggled despite his pleasure, wishing to remember her name but he couldn't and his anger only fuelled his lust. His palms were sweaty, much like his entire body and his back hit his mattress as he fell back, his legs unable to hold him up any longer.
She fell to her knees before him and he hummed around his digits, sucking the taste of her from his fingers as she took his head in her mouth, slipping along his cock until he was tapping the back of her throat, her head bobbing and cheeks hollowing and she pulled him to his own climax. Hot shots of cum spurting from his tip and filling her mouth as she swallowed around him, winking.
Hot shots of cum spurted from his tip, covering his hand, abdomen and thighs as he groaned into his hands, hips jerking up into his fist and prolonging his orgasm as his body wracked, his breath catching in his throat and he pulled burning gasps back into his lungs. He fumbled around, finding a rag and wiping himself down, sticky residue left on his hand.
"Fuck." He grumbled, wiping a hand down over his face and sighing. He stood on shaky legs, pulling on a fresh pair of sweatpants, and some shoes, flinging a top over his shoulder and opening the door, the cooler air outside sweeping into his sweaty cabin, cooling it down considerably. The light was dropping and his images flashed up behind his eyes of her, in a lighting similar to this, her skin glowing and eyes sparkling and he wasn't sure how a girl, a girl he didn't even know the name of, could have such an effect on him.