I inhale the sweat and cologne of the boy on top of me. We’re lying prostrate upon my bed, limbs tangled into a puzzle. But, oh, it feels so good. I fight to breathe, but the suffocation welcomes me like a hug. This is the most alive I’ve felt in ages. And if that means I’ve got to find solace in some stranger’s arms, then so be it.
I tangle my fingers in his blonde hair, tugging at the ends. My heart races as he bites my bottom lip and pulls back, tugging it. I gasp, rushing up at him. His arms are stretched out at my sides, bracing us up. I latch my elbow rest on his shoulders to hold myself in a partial seated position. His tongue roams my mouth, dancing with my own.
I drag him down over me, lying back on my back. He’s a good foot and half taller than me, but I couldn’t care less as I wrap my legs around his waist. He gyrates his hips in a circle, moving my pelvis with him. I moan into his lips, grinning like a fool. He runs one hand down the length of my face, shoulder, and stops at my chest.
I gasp into his mouth when he massages my breast through my clothing. He nuzzles his head in my neck, pressing hot kisses on my collar bone, biting at my skin. Oh, my god. I moan again, toying with the hem of his SéxPistols shirt. Getting the idea, he pulls back from me. I swiftly pull his muscle tee over his head and toss it to my floor. He wastes no time doing the same to me.
With my dress on the floor, he takes a moment to look me over. I revel in his gaze, and the soft gasp that falls from his lips. I thank god that I wore my matching black lingerie. Michael wastes no time bringing his lips to chest, sucking and chewing at my skin. I pull at his hair, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
Without pulling away from me, he trails his kisses up to my lips again. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, but I grab his hands, guiding them to the front of my chest, where the lock is. He takes my bra off and chucks it on the floor with the rest of our garments. He rests his hands on my waist, squeezing my sides softly. I run my fingers down his chest, dragging my nails over his skin.
He moans into my mouth. I fumble with his belt buckle, undoing it. As soon as the material is out of the way, I unbutton his black jeans, pushing them down as far as I can until he has to take over. He kisses down my chest and stomach as he pulls his jeans off and tosses them to the floor as well. He veers his lips to my right hip bone, pressing his lips softly to it, and kisses across my tummy to my other.
His lustful green eyes peer up at me, asking if he can continue. I barely manage a nod, needing him, and needing him down. Teasing me, he latches his teeth onto my panties, pulling playfully at them. I groan, mumbling for him to hurry up. But he just grins at me, inching my underwear down an inch at a time. I sigh as his breath hits my thigh. He stops to place a kiss on the skin, pulling at it, teething it, sucking it.
“Oh, my god,” I whispers.
As soon as I’m completely naked, I pull him back up for a quick kiss to the lips. In a matter of seconds, his boxes are off and on the floor too. I can’t help but grin at the sound of a wrapper ripping. I could’ve passed on the condom, but this fvck could have STDs, and even in my drunken state I know not to test my luck. He hovers over me, arms stationed by my head. Our eyes lock, and he grins. In a swift motion, he thrusts forward.
