LA Dreams and Other Things

Sweatpants (18+)

It's eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning, and a sweaty Bryan barges in through my door. He's tried making me run and exercise with him, but I thank my lucky stars for early work schedules that get me out of it. Physical activity has never been a strong suit of mine. I catch myself staring as he pulls his sweat shirt off. He's left in those glorious sweatpants. I always made fun of girls who were obsessed with men and their sweatpants.

I take it all back.

After profusely blinking a few times, I reign myself back in to what I was doing before that very attractive man began undressing in my living room. It doesn't last long, though. A shiver shoots through my body when a cold nose touches my neck and two strong arms make their way around my shoulders, hindering any swift movement on my iPad.

"Bryan," I try my best to wiggle out of his embrace, but it only makes him squeeze harder. "How is your nose an ice cube, but you're still wiping your sweat all over me. Go get in the fucking shower!"

His right arm releases me only long enough for his hand to lightly grab my throat, tilting my head back against his shoulder.

"You'll only get what you want if you're a good girl and join me." He whispers.

This man has been in one of those moods for about three days now, and while I am extremely turned on right now, I can't give in this time. He loosens up enough for me to swivel my chair around to face him. A small peck on his lips let's him know that I'm not saying no, but we need to talk first.

"I've got a question first."

He just rolls his eyes. "It better be important."

"I was just wondering if we should we do like most couples and do like Thanksgiving with your family and Christmas with mine or vice versa or is there a way to make them both work? That would probably make it easier."

Cue the slight awkward pause.

Oh. Shit. Why did I just say that? I know we're together and all, but we've never actually talked about all of this yet. Then, I go and say let's be a couple and have Thanksgiving with my family and Christmas with yours.

What a fucking idiot.

Before he can say anything, I start rambling, "I don't know. I'm not even sure what that means, I just. You know what? How about we just go with your idea. Let's have shower sex, right now. Or you know what? We could do it on the this desk like in the freaky teacher porn. That would be new. Whatever you want, just as long as you forget everything that I just said."

He's staring at me with an open mouthed smile, and I don't even know how to interpret the look on his face. He's feigning concern, but it's absolutely obvious that he's enjoying this.

"Oh, absolutely not. Watching you dig yourself into a hole is so much more fun."

He's standing really close to me, and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. The weight of this new amused look is kind of terrifying.

I take a small step back and demand, "Stop looking at me like that. I swear, I'll wipe it off of your face in about two seconds."

He takes a step forward, blocking me against the desk behind me. "So, are you asking me to be your boyfriend or not?"

"I mean, I don't know. Is that what you want?"

"Yeah. Maybe that is what I want."

"Well, me too." My eyes widen as I look up to meet his blue eyes gazing down at me.

"Well, then why the hell are you still looking at me like you're confused?"

I finally smile at him.

"I just—," I trail off. " I don't know. This is kind of crazy. Like me and you, I never imagined that It would be so easy. I was kind of waiting for the shit to hit the fan eventually, but it never did. I guess I'm just happy."

Now, it's my turn to be a tease. I'll make him much more than happy.

I pull him by the waistband of his sweatpants until there's almost no space left between us. It only takes a glance for him to realize what's happening. We're stumbling towards the bathroom in a ferocious fight of dominance. I will always lose, but fighting him makes him try harder and me much more wet. I've got his back pinned up against the wall, and we're so close I can feel him through his sweatpants.
Once his body is flush against mine, I slip my arms around his back and up his shoulders.

I can feel him tense when my nails slowly drag down his back as I whisper, "How does it feel to have someone else in control for once."

With one swift movement, my back is flush against his chest with one of his hands on my throat and the other sliding underneath the waistband of my shorts.

My breath hitches when one of his fingers begins making slow circles just where I need him to. "You would know if you weren't so fucking defiant."

Two of his fingers slide into me, and my body jumps when he curls them back, gently pushing against that heavenly spot. What follows is anything, but gentle. The more small noises escape from my throat; the faster his fingers move. The same vibration frequency moving through his body is moving through mine.

Until he stops, just when I'm close to the edge.

"Bryan." I desperately plea.

"You have to tell me what you want, Princess."

"I want you to fuck me," I whisper, "and I want you to—"

His eyes meet mine in the mirror as my body bends over the counter. All clothes have hit the floor, and there's no longer any sort of barrier

"You want me to make you cum?"

"Yes sir."

It only took two small words to turn him into my Italian Stallion. He's grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling my head back and giving him a completely exposed view of what he's doing to me. Once he's inside of me, there's no going back.

He's moving faster and faster, and I'm getting dizzy as he reaches to rub circles again. There's so many sensations going on right now, I'm losing it, and my legs start to shake. I'm clenching around him and entering the euphoric oxytocin stage, hoping that he's not far behind. My head jerks back and his pounding movements shuffle to a stop. His body presses down against mine, and he places a soft kiss on my shoulder blade.

After our short recovery, I pull my hair into a ball on top of my head and step into the shower behind him. This kind of warm and wet is much different.

"So, if I'm princess," I begin outlining the ridges of his back with my fingertips. "what are you?"

It sounds so innocent after what we just did, but I'm curious to see what he says.

"I'm the motherfucking king, but you, " He turns just long enough to wink at me and fling his wet curls dangling below his brow line. "Can call me daddy."

"You know I grew up in the South, right? I have called my actual father, daddy."

"I guess I'll just have to show him who your real daddy is at Thanksgiving, then."

"Mmm, we'll see."

A/N: This one was a first timer, so I'm sure it needs work. I'll take any suggestions or critiques you've got!
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