The Best You Ever Had

Sex and Music

I should have pushed him away. I didn't even know if we liked one another and my boyfriend had just dumped me. But I couldn't. I needed this. So I melted into him and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt.

He planted a knee between my legs, and moaned into the kiss. 

I pulled on his lower lip with my teeth and wound my fingers into his hair, craning up to reach him better.

He inhaled deeply as my fingers raked across his scalp, and suddenly, I was in his arms. He scooped me off the couch and carried me to the bed, where he dropped me unceremoniously.

I laughed and beckoned him to join me, which he did without hesitation after pulling his shirt off over his head, giving me an eyeful of his lean body. It was different than the young man I remembered so well, but I wasn't complaining.

He laid down next to me, and grabbed my hips, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him and grinded against his hips, eliciting a growl from him and a moan from my own lips.

"Fair's fair," he said, reaching to pull on my shirt.

I pulled it off quickly and bent down to kiss him again. His lips parted and I took the invitation to deepen the kiss. My tongue found his. He tasted even better than I remembered, I thought as I planted my hands on his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders, feeling the way he reacted to my touch.

With a slight shiver, Brendon practically purred, and his hands found the clasp of my bra, only fumbling for a moment before pulling it free of my body.

"Jesus Christ," he said. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He caressed my breasts, bringing my nipples to peaks, and smiling darkly at the way my body responded to him.

My head rolled back as he touched me, and I put my hands over his, guiding him, showing him where I wanted him. Together our hands roamed down towards the waistband of my pants.

Soon enough they were off, and so were his. I knelt in front of him and he looked up at me hungrily.

"Gonna stare, or are you gonna do something about it?" I asked him.

His hands were on me again in a second, throwing me to the pillows. His hands pinned my own above my head and he peppered kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tipped my head back to give him better access and he sucked gently on the skin where my neck and shoulder met before he moved back up to my lips. He kissed me hard, crushing his mouth to mine and I couldn't help the sound that escaped me.

I bucked my hips under him, signalling what I wanted. 

He smirked and flipped us over so he was on the bottom, not giving in.

Two could play that game. I'd frustrate him the same way. My tongue licked a stripe along one side of the delicious V at his hips and he groaned.

"Fuuuuck." His voice dripped with lust.

I kissed up his torso, flicking my tongue over one of his nipples, testing those waters. If memory served, he'd always been super sensitive there.

I wasn't disappointed in his reaction. His hands went to my neck, cradling my head, running his thumbs along my jaw, pulling me slightly in the direction of the opposite nipple. I nipped lightly at it and he hissed with pleasure. I hummed happily as I pressed my body along the length of his, weighing him down, and then my mouth searched out his again. 

My hand snaked between us, and I took hold of his cock, causing him to cuss in a way I'd not heard before. He was nothing if not creative.

"Piper," he said, drawing out my name like it was a song.

He pulled my face to his once more and kissed me deeply before rolling us to our sides and running his fingertips gently down my side. His touch was feather-light and it was my turn to shiver. Then his hand found my most sensitive spot and his fingers began rubbing small circles, and my grip on his cock tightened. 

We lay there like that, kissing and touching, for what felt like an instant and an eternity all at once. His fingers dipped inside me and pumped.

"Oh my god, you're so wet for me," Brendon whispered.

"Need you now," I told him breathlessly.

He rolled me to my back and hovered over me for a moment before he got to his knees and rubbed the head of his cock over my clit roughly.

My hands gripped the duvet and my eyes closed as I moaned. It didn't matter how he touched me, where, or with what. Every point of contact became electricity under my skin. I rolled my hips and he finally, blissfully, agonizingly slowly, entered me. He pulled out, and then moved suddenly, burying himself inside me again.

He started to pump in and out, and I tried to match his moves, but he held my hips still, thrusting roughly into me over and over again. 

I touched my own breasts, playing lightly over the skin and then squeezing roughly and the sight of it seemed to drive Brendon crazy.

"Oh Christ, yes, let me see you touch yourself," he said raggedly.

One hand went into my own hair, pulling softly, while the other moved downward, finding the point where our bodies met, and then my center. My fingers pressed and circled and soon, I was shaking. I was close.

"I want you to make me come," I told him.

He reached for my hand and sucked on the fingers that had been playing with my clit. His dark eyes were nearly black, his pupils were blown so wide.

"I can do that," he assured me, taking my fingers from his mouth.

My hands curled around his biceps, feeling the strength there, and my nails dug slightly into his skin. There would be marks there later for sure.

His own long fingers went to my clit as he continued to fuck me. He rubbed it in quick circles, encouraging me as I rose to my climax.

"I know how close you are. Let it go," he said to me as he worked.

This time he let me move as my hips bucked and my body twisted with pleasure. I tightened around him and cried out as my orgasm hit. A wave of warmth rushed to my limbs and the pleasure made me cry out.

"Oh god, Brendon," I said, trying to catch my breath. I wrapped my legs around him and matched his thrusts.

It wasn't long before he found his release too and once again said my name. It sounded so dirty and so worshipful at the same time. 

He collapsed next to me and we fell asleep, our fingers touching.