Omen.
He was jaded. You were intoxicated. Yet you both knew how this night was to be played out like a symphony. A game of cat and mouse. He was the predator and you were his prey. Yet there was a twist to this night's events. Personally, you loved the feeling you two shared in bed but it was lacking that same energy that always used to be there. Now it feels more like a chore. You're plan for the week was to keep conversation to a minimum as well as any kind of contact in general. It was torture to the both of you, whenever you both were home at the same time for the duration of the week, you would tease and frustrate each other to no end. But you had been nothing but successful in your efforts with your silent bet. You had to admit there were a couple of times you wanted to jump his bones when he came fresh out of the shower, beads of water rolling down his neck, forging a river down the valley of his torso and disappearing into the towel where his subtle vline was visible. Other times, you would walk around your cozy little apartment in one of his t-shirts and a lingerie set underneath, strolling right into his at-home studio and throwing yourself on one of the lounge chairs. He would always take notice as you walk in but never give you direct attention. Especially when the tension was already unbearably high.
But tonight would finally settle it all because you two had made a dare as to who could hold out the longest without touching the other. You had almost succeeded. He was nothing but satisfied with the fact that you had so unconsciously caved into your instincts and brushed up against him. That smug smirk pulling at the corners of his lips had made you realize your mistake. So tonight it was whatever he wanted you to do. Not like you'd boss him around in bed to begin with. The party was supposed to help lessen the tension. In this case, it only amplified it causing him to actively seek you out and conjure up an excuse for you both to leave early. He was growing impatient; mentally and physically. His hand rubbing circles on your inner thigh the whole drive. You once two had got out and made it to the elevator of your apartment building, the thin veil of sanity that had coexisted between you both had vanished as soon as the doors closed behind him. No one but you and him in that elevator, counting down the time til you reached your floor. Buttons popping, lips crashing into the others, breathless sighs and grunts was the only music that resounded within the small, confined space.
Hands roughly pushed up against the wall opposite to the doors as he rolled his hips into yours, forbidding his lips from leaving your own. The sudden stimulation eliciting a soft groan only to swallowed up by his plush, soft lips. He pulled back from the kiss with your bottom lip caught gently between his teeth before he sucked on it and reconnected your lips briefly as he began to kiss lower. By the time, he was about to ravish your neck and collarbones, the doors to the elevator opened with a soft 'ding', leaving him almost fuming with the little amount of time in the confined space. Thoroughly agitated, he hooked his hands under your thighs and gave the silent demand to jump and latch onto him. And to say that you were beyond wrecked and breathless was an understatement as you easily complied to his demand. Neither of you even cared about how disheveled either of you looked but you were more than glad that there was no one in the hall. All the while, he's been throwing a smattering of hickeys from your jaw to the soft curve of your shoulder. At the same time, you attempt to bring your sanity back yet fail miserably as his scent was numbing your mind like a drug. As if the alcohol that buzzed in your veins could cover up the desire overflowing in the pit of your stomach. He was the definition of a sex god. He always knew how to get you wrecked without having to touch you much. Unless you were needy, again, in this case you both were; engulfed in the flames of your desires. His lustful pupils blown wide through hooded lids as he shifted your weight to one of his arms so he could unlock the door. It barely took him a few seconds before he kicked the door in and slammed you up against it burying his face into the dip where your neck and shoulder meet. His teeth and tongue ravaging your skin causing you to cry out. His hands caressing the back of your thighs until they had cupped your soft, plump cheeks before giving them a light squeeze. Your mind muddled and swimming in pleasure as he mercilessly rolled his hips into your own as he began sucking all over your chest and neck, occasionally stopping to lick long strokes up to your jaw and back. His member trapped in the painful confines of his jeans, he was growing ever more frustrated as he was determined to make you cum, the friction becoming too much as your head felt like it was submerged under water, orgasm knocking the air right of your lungs followed by a barely audible whisper of his name, your ecstasy all over your underwear,shorts and his jeans. If it was one thing, he loved the sounds you made as you came undone, smirking triumphantly as he pulled you away from the door and hastily made his way with you still in his arms to the room you shared. You held onto him as you were putting little faith in yourself to stand on your own at this point. Kicking the door open and gently placing you in the center of the bed and kissing the top of your head gently.
