Ryden One Shot

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

I walked around my empty apartment frustrated. Extremely frustrated. I had a huge fucking hard-on and no one to fuck me. I thought about calling one of my many one night stands, but it's like 10 a.m on a Saturday. They're all probably out doing something. I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, none of the names really sparking my interest, I was too drunk to remember most of these names so they probably weren't all that great in the sheets anyways. However, one name I could remember very well. Brendon. Ah yes, the man with the incredible jaw line and huge dick. I immediately text him with high hopes,

To Brendon:
Want to come over to my place and have a little fun? (;

I'm not going to lie. I'm horny as fuck, so I want to get laid quickly. And it looks like I'm going to be taking care of this myself because he text me back saying he was working but he could come over later. I sighed and text him my address anyways. I can get myself off now, and then he can get me off again tonight.

I threw my phone on the table and then walked back to my bedroom ripping my own clothes off. Once I set myself free by taking off my pants, I lazily stroked my erection and opened the drawer on my bedside table. I took out what's about to be my best friend, my red vibrator. I took a small bottle of lube as well and then laid on my bed, spreading my legs. I stroked myself and moaned into my touch. I stopped for a moment to lube up my vibrator a little bit, and then went right back to stroking myself. Pressing the button to turn it on, the strong vibrations were now in the palm of my hand. I felt my dick twitch with excitement as I arched my back and pressed it at my entrance.

The best part about doing this solo is I know exactly what I want, when I want it, so I wasted no time in pressing the vibrator inside of me. The vibrations shook my walls and made me tremor. I pulled it out and pressed it back inside of me at a new angle. I did this over and over while stroking myself faster, brushing my thumb across my tip every now and again for good measure.

Finally I found that wonderful bundle of nerves inside of me and cried out in ecstasy. I kept it right there and grounded my ass onto the bed to push it in further, holding it in without my hand. I gripped the sheets and myself even harder. I could feel my climax building and it was building fast. I gyrated my hips, practically fucking myself on the vibrator, and closed my eyes, ready to see stars. But instead, I heard my fucking doorbell ring. I groaned in frustration, stroking myself faster and forcing myself to orgasm, and it was amazing.

I arched my back and came in strings of white all along my chest. The warm come stained my skin, and the only thing I could hear was my loud breathing and the vibrator. I laid on my bed in total bliss for a whole minute until I heard the doorbell ring again. I took out the vibrator and turned it off setting it to the side. I quickly cleaned myself off and pulled on some boxer shorts before running to the door.

When I opened it, Brendon was leaning against the door frame wearing blue jeans and a black leather jacket. His hair was slicked back and he had the most familiar bedroom eyes.

Oh yeah, I could definitely go for a round two.