fly away with me

!!bite

Wyatt
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A couple four.. or more.. beers, and me and Max were both wasted. Drunk out of our minds. "Your friendzz are so mean!" I said loudly, setting down my eighth can. My words were slurred, vision blurry. "I should just drop out and become a stripper!" I hiccuped, laughing obnoxiously.

"You need good looks to become a stripper." Max mumbled. He had more drinks than me, his cheeks red, body warm. He sat up on the couch, looking over at me. I frowned.

"I'm sexy!" I yelled, throwing my hands up. Max just shook his head. I rolled my eyes

"Cute isn't sexy." He muttered. I giggled, hiccuping every now and then. Max's eyes met my own and I smiled. He was the cute one.

"Yes I aaaaaam!" I whined, stomping my foot. I was acting like a compete child. "I can prove it." I said, walking over to him.

I straddled his lap, watching him place his hands behind his head. I pressed my body against his own, staring at him while grinding against the bulge in his pants. I felt the heat of his breath on my skin and I licked my lips.

"Fuck.." He groaned against my skin. I let out a small moan. It went on for a while, just grinding, boner against boner. Boring.

"Why aren't you doing anything!" I stopped, digging my head into his shoulder. "Ugh.. I'm so horny!" I yelled.

Max hands snaked up my legs, to my thighs, and onto my hips. He pulled me impossibly closer to him, licking his lips. Our heads moved inwards, closer and closer until I could feel his breath. We kissed, first slowly, then sloppily. Our lips moving in sync, both of our bodies hot.

"Your so pretty," Max whispered against my neck, biting down. I let out a breathy moan, my hips bucking at the feeling; pain and pleasure.

I grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, taking it off for him and running my hands across his well-toned body. I wanted more.

"Max.." I whispered, bringing my hands down to his boner and rubbing it through the denim. I watched his face for a reaction.

"Mmn.. Fuck." He grunted. I continued to stroke it, slipping in between his legs and unzipping his jeans. I pulled them down, a million thoughts going through my head at once.

I stood up, facing away from Max, and pulled off my own shirt. I slid down my sweatpants, feeling myself get pulled backwards.

"Max?" I called his name. I was now in his lap, facing away from him. I felt his lips touch the back of my neck. It tickled, yet managed to send electricity running through my veins.

His hands found their way down to my boxers, stroking me through the fabric. I let out a small moan. Max pulled them down and I quickly placed my hands in front of my dick. "Ah- Wait."

"It's okay." He whispered into my ear, licking it afterwards. I tilted my head, it felt weird. Max moved my hands away and began to pump his hand up and down my shaft. I melted in his lap, whimpering with each stroke.

"Hah-" I made a weird noise, quickly biting down on my lip, careful not to make another. Wyatt continued to bite down on my neck all while jerking me off.

"Tell me when your close baby boy.." He muttered and I nodded. Max began to go faster, my back arching from the pleasure.

"Max- Mn.. Close!" I moaned loudly, pressing my thighs together. Max's hands stopped moving just as I was about to cum. I let out a frustrated groan. "Why'd you stop?"

"Get off." He commanded and I frowned, standing up. What the actual hell. Did he decide I wasn't good enough? Is my body not enough for him? Or maybe he's actually straight..