Been You

Chapter 40: Sex With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

I thank the heavens that Ely is actually making strides. She agreed to stop the training, she kept down her dinner, and we're going out to lunch later. Now, as we're making out in my bed, I marvel at how lucky I am to have her back. She climbs on top of me, and damn, I miss the days where we'd... I can't finish the thought right now, I do not need to get a hard on. Think calming thoughts, Justin. Think calming thoughts. Like sheep. Yeah, think about sheep. We're making out as usual, when Ely does something different. She takes my full tongue into her mouth and sucks on it as if it were my dick. Fuck. The thought makes my dick harden slightly. I pray she doesn't feel the difference beneath her, but I know she does because she looks at me questioningly. Just play it off, J. It'll go away. Act like it's not there, and she will too. She does, going back in to kiss me. Before she does, she sits back up. I admire her beautiful naked body, missing the - Stop it, Justin.

"Are we still going to lunch? Shouldn't I shower?" She asks, suddenly. What? Why would she think of that now?

"I mean, yeah, you could. But you don't need to," I lie, wanting to kiss her more. I haven't gotten to all week, I think I can be a little selfish right now.

"Ugh, you know I smell awful," she groans, climbing off of me. "I was sweating like a pig last night after my run," she continues, pulling my jersey over her naked body. Damn, that's sexy. "I'll be back in a few." She walks out, closing the door behind her. I take this opportunity to rid myself of some of this sexual frustration.

I take my dick in my hand, slowly beginning to stroke it. I close my eyes, imagining Ely in nothing but my jersey. I let out a moan, quickening my pace. I imagine pushing her up against the wall and ripping the jersey off of her. I imagine pressing my chest up against her tits as I shove myrick inside of her. I imagine that I'm fucking her hard and fast up against the wall as she cries out in pleasure. In my mind, she's moaning: Oh Justin, you're dick is so big! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Aloud, I moan, "Oh Ely, your pussy is so tight!" As I stroke my dick faster, the sound of it filling the silence in my room. I imagine it to be the sound of me sliding in and out of Ely.

Suddenly, I hear the door swing open, and my stroking comes to an abrupt stop, my dick still standing. Ely's at the door, soaking wet, in nothing but a towel. Her eyes go straight to my penis as she realizes what I've been doing. She arches an eyebrow, making me go red with embarrassment. "Is my pussy really that tight, baby?" She asks, giggling. I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, El," I say.

"Is that any way to talk to the girl who's about to ride your dick?" She teases. My jaw and her towel drop simultaneously.

"Really?" I ask in awe, my eyes going wide. She nods with a seductive expression.

"Your moans have me so wet," she let out, her eyes rolling back in her head. Fuck. "You know, I was touching myself, too" she says, walking toward me, one hand lightly pleasuring herself. "I guess I was just a lot hornier than you. I came so fast," she seduces, straddling my waist. She lowers herself down onto my dick, resting on my lap. Instead of bouncing up and down on it, she pulls me in close so that her breasts are pressed to my chest as she humps me. I moan lowly, remembering how good she felt on my dick. "Oh, fuck," she lets out, quickening her pace. Her humps are getting sloppy and uneven. I know she's as close as I am. She leans in to whisper, "I'm on birth control... cum inside me?"

And with that I lose it. I swing her around so that she's under me. I fuck her as hard as I imagined earlier. Now we're both moaning and yelling obscenities. "Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy! Oh baby! Yeah! Yeah! Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your dick," she moans wildly. This sends me over the edge. I release my fluids into her before I collapse. Fuck, I missed this.

"How could you ever think that I'd risk losing you?" I ask incredulously.