mania; ski/x

when the party's over | continued

when the party's over | continued

I was completely naked, my lower half covered by a blanket while a shirtless Stokeley attentively stared at me. He examined every feature of my body, a look of lust and jubilance written across his face. I felt insecure, my cheeks heating up as he rubbed his hands up and down my abdomen. Soon Stokeley placed his lips on my bruised neck, sloppy kisses trailing down chest and stomach, causing me to shiver below him.

"S-Stokeley, I don't think we should be doing this," I softly spoke, flustered.

Loud music and yelling could be heard from downstairs, however, they were muffled by virtue of the door being shut. No one would be able to hear us, but, I still felt anxious about this.

"It's okay, love," he replied, removing the blanket from my body.

He opened my legs a bit, making me blush in embarrassment. My body was completely exposed...every scar of mine, every flaw; yet he was looking at me as if I was a precious jewel. He kissed my inner thigh, causing a shaky moan to fall from lips. This was all so familiar, yet so foreign, because this was him. It wasn't Isaiah, and it wasn't my father...this was Stokeley. That kind-hearted yet angered guy, my best friend who was exceedingly over-protective. And here he was, between my legs; I didn't know how I felt about that.

"...Stok-oh my-" I was interrupted by an overload of pleasure.

It caught me by surprise when I felt his tongue licking my hole at a slow pace, which left me a moaning mess. His tongue quickened while his cold hands were spreading my cheeks apart as he lapped at my hole, causing my legs to tremble. It was all to enjoyable, and I didn't know how much more I could take before I orgasmed. However, he stopped, making me whimper as the pleasure died down.

Soon enough, his finger was ghosting around the rim of my wet hole, eventually pushing it in. I hissed as I clenched around his long finger, earning an apologetic look from Stokeley.

"Move," I breathed out.

He didn't hesitate to do so.

Stokeley's finger moved at a slow pace, making me quietly groan as I composed myself. Soon he was moving a little faster, a small whimper escaping my mouth. He added a second finger, scissoring his fingers slowly, making me moan aloud, causing him to cover my mouth with his free hand. Soon enough, I found myself moaning uncontrollably as he added another, three fingers currently knuckle deep inside of me, moving at a reasonable pace.

He curled his fingers, hitting a bundle of nerves. I squirmed under him while he passionately looked at me.

"You like that?" he seductively whispered, my head quickly nodding in response as my eyes rolled by virtue of pleasure. "Faster?"

I hummed under his hand.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he suddenly announced, removing his hand from my mouth. I was flustered, cheeks blushing as I slightly parted my lips. Suddenly he removed his fingers, causing me to whine due to the emptiness.

"Hold on, Jah," Stokeley spoke, quickly unbuckling his pants.

I watched him as he scrambled out of his black jeans and grey boxer shorts, noticing how excited and enthusiastic he was, causing me to bite the  inside of my lip as I contemplated. A part of me was screaming at my drunk self, degrading thoughts corrupting my mind. While the other side was accepting and enjoying the pleasure he gave me. Although deep down I wanted to push him away, I found myself going along with it instead of against it. His touch had such an effect on me, and I couldn't do anything about that. My body refused to stop him.