Obsessed

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Be at peace. Not in pieces.

I read his tattoo as I removed my hand from his shoulder, using my finger to trace down to his collarbone and across the tattoo that was permanently embedded there.

One finger turned into five as I clawed into his tattoo from the pleasurable pain I was feeling as he moved himself deeper inside of me, his hands gripping firmly around my waist.

He gripped harder, the further into me his slid as his face moved closer and closer to mine. "Fuck!" he whispered into my ear just as the last few inches of him made their way into me. "You so damn tight."

My breathing picked up slightly and I threw my head back, biting down on my lip, waiting for any pain I was feeling to vanish so that I could only feel pleasure and enjoy each second of this moment to the fullest.

He began to slide his hands up and down my side gently, taking his time and making sure to feel every part of it. You wouldn't expect his hands to be soft, but they were.

He placed warm kisses under my chin, down my neck and to my shoulders, making sure to cover both sides of my body, not missing a spot.

"I think I'm ready" I moaned out softly, finally adjusted to this newfound feeling. I didn't expect to lose my virginity until after I had graduated high school, but in this moment, I didn't regret it.

"I got you. Let me take care of your body." His voice was still a whisper and the sound of it was very soothing. I felt like I could trust him and I was ready to give all of me to him.

I took a deep breath as he slid himself out of me, careful to take his time since I was new to this. I continued to bite down on my lip, my gaze meeting his as we shared a seductive stare.

He slowly pushed back into me, not breaking the eye contact between us. He sent me a reassuring, teeth-less smile. He had nice teeth, but he never seemed to want to show them.

"Relax. I got you." I hadn't realize how tense my body had gotten, but with his words, I loosened up, surrendering myself to his touch and preparing for his movements.

My breathing slowed and I was now ready for everything he had to give me. I moved both hands up to either side of his neck, interlocking my fingers behind it and holding him close as he began to stroke.

His gaze was no longer focused on me, but instead what he was doing. His hands had found their way back to my waist as he bit and licked his lips with an expression filled with concentration.

"This shit feels good as fuck!" Though this was my first time, I had always thought of talking during sex to be weird, but it was sexy when he did it. I couldn't deny that I loved how he felt too.

As the strokes grew faster and more intense, my grip grew tighter. My hands alternated between the back of his neck and his upper back, squeezing and scratching as a reflex from everything that I was feeling.

I squeezed my eyes tightly closed at the somewhat painful feeling. It was a good pain though—the kind of pain that also brung pleasure with it, the kind of pain you actually wanted.

I opened my eyes once more and was met with a lustful stare. His head moved closer and closer to mine until our lips had finally met and the kiss was magical.

Our lips moved perfectly in sync as we took turns sucking and biting down on each other's lips. Though I had been a virgin up until this point, I was no stranger to kissing. I was actually very good at it.

I don't know at what point this song came on, but Falsetto by The-Dream was playing melodically through the speaker that sat on his dresser. This was one of my favorite throwback songs and it felt as if he had put this song on specifically for me.

"Turn over for daddy" he said, breaking the kiss and pulling himself out of me. I gave him one last seductive glance before turning myself over and throwing my ass in the air, giving him better access.

He gave it one hard slap, causing me to let out a light hiss, before shoving himself back into me. His movements had become more aggressive, but remained desirous.

I threw myself back on him, our movements becoming simultaneous, creating our own rhythm as the sound of music and the feeling of lust continued to feel the room.

I felt his hand reach around to my neck, placing a firm grip on it, but light enough so that he wasn't choking me.

He pulled my head back to his and began sliding his tongue up, down, and side to side on my neck, tipping it all off with a slight nibble on my ear.

"Fuck bruh! I'm about to nut" he let out, releasing his teeth's grip on my ear, followed by a few heavy breaths.

Shortly afterwards, I felt a warm feeling inside of me which I assumed was his nut. I'd always been disgusted at the thought of someone else's nut inside of me, but in the heat of the moment, I didn't really mind.

I watched as he removed himself from behind me and got up, heading out of his room and toward the bathroom.

I heard the bathroom door shut and I flopped down onto his bed thinking about what had just happened, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. I had just had sex with Andre Jordan, one of the cutest boys in school, something I'd only expected to happen in my dreams.

I was broken out of my gaze by the sound of my phone vibrating on his nightstand and reached over to grab it before realizing that my phone was currently on Do Not Disturb.

I lifted my head up, unable to fight the urge to see who had texted him. His phone screen was still lit up and before it went black, I was able to catch a glimpse of the message.

It was a message from "Kyle" asking what time he wanted them to come over. Surely it wasn't anything like what I was thinking, especially considering what had just happened.

I jumped at the sound of the bathroom door opening and quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, searching for my underwear to put them back on.

I instinctively turned around as Andre reentered the room, now fully clothed, drying his hands on the towel that hung behind his door.

I turned back around, grabbing the rest of my clothes so that I could put them back on. "Your Uber is 2 minutes away" I heard from behind me and my jaw dropped.