Erotic Stories #16: A Night In & Out
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A Night In & Out
Like always, I texted him to announce my arrival. He didn’t like to have me lingering on the front porch. Despite the darkness and my unassuming aesthetic, you never knew who could be watching.
He opened the door before I could knock, greeting me with that same smile—warm, welcoming, and a little weary, like he just woke up from a nap.
“Hi.” I stretched the length of the vowel as far as it would go and stepped over the familiar threshold into his home.
“There she is,” he said. “My favorite girl.” He closed the door behind me as I kicked off my boots, careful not to dip my socks into the bits of snow I’d tracked in. When I turned to face him, he scooped me up into his arms, and we kissed like it had been too long. “Mmm, I’ve missed you. How are you?”
“I’m very well, thank you.”
“Shall we?”
He gestured up the stairs. I ambled up ahead of him, deliberately slowly because I knew he was watching the sway of my hips. The years had not diluted the performance art of my seduction; I was more confident and alluring than ever.
I followed the well-worn trail to the living room, where everything was exactly as it always was. The bottle of Chardonnay with two glasses. The neat pile of magazines. The small stack of bills that I never touched until right before I left.
Under my coat, I was wearing a button-down shirt with a bolo tie under a fitted leather jacket and tight black skinny jeans—my new uniform for when I wanted to leave a sea of prostrate queers in my wake. It worked well with my pixie cut, freshly inked.
“Wow,” he said when I made the reveal. “I love this look. Very K-pop meets punk rock.”
“Thank you, that’s exactly what I was going for,” I said, plopping myself down on the couch next to him. “I have a party to go to right after this.”
“And here I thought it was for me,” he said with a touch of faux dejection.
“Oh no, it is mostly for you. But I needed something that would be the right amount of sexy for both occasions.”
“Well, I think you nailed it.”
“Thank you.”
Like always, he poured my wine, and we toasted to ourselves and to the impending holiday season. I weaved myself into him as our talk turned to murmurs of reunion—my legs on his lap, the fingers of my free hand kneading through the curls at the base of his skull. He melted into my hand; he was always powerless to my touch.
“I love the way you play with me,” he swooned through a distended exhale.
“You make it so easy.”
I climbed right up into his lap and straddled him where he sat. Wrapping my arms around his neck, we kissed long and deep. His loose pants did nothing to hide his burgeoning erection. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked into him.
“Alright, come,” he said. “I can’t wait any longer. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Lead the way, sir.”
He closed the door, and we stripped ourselves down to our underwear. All smiles, we crawled up onto the king-sized bed from our respective sides and met in the middle, where he welcomed me into his embrace. The contrast of the warmth where we connected and the slight chill of the room on my outer edges was deliciously pleasant. A shudder ran through me, into him.
The softness never lasted long, though, because his hunger for me was always a ravenous one. Horizontal reconnection make-outs transitioned quickly to more pressing desires. “I need to taste you,” he demanded.
He noticed the slight strain to my neck even before I did; he adjusted my pillow for me and invited me to lie back as he wriggled down to nestle himself between my legs. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it, but that never took away from how generous he was with me in turn.
His tongue and his fingers gradually worked their way into me with familiarity and precision, and I cracked wide open.
“Mmm…” He jiggled my ass with both hands like he was trying to shake himself loose from my dripping cunt. “My god, you always taste so fucking good.”
I laughed. He used the exact same lines every time we’d met over the course of many years. Yet somehow, they never lost their authenticity.
Perfectly in tune, he pulled away just as I pushed him off. I needed a moment’s respite, and besides, now it was my turn to taste.
I laid him back into the dip I’d left in the bed and hovered the weight of my breath around his cock, nuzzling into the crook of his groin. I knew how wild it made him to be teased like this, that slight denial; so close yet not quite close enough.
I slid the flat of my tongue from the base, along the shaft, all the way up to the circumcised tip. A shudder ripped through his whole body, and his leg twitched as I eased the crown of his cock past my lips, working him without any haste, deeper and deeper until I couldn’t take anymore. He rested his hands lightly on either side of my face, holding me there at my limits. His thighs shook violently in approval when I grabbed at his balls.
“Ohhh, yeah, play with my balls, yes, that’s so good, I love that.”
“I know you do,” said the squeeze of my smile around the base of his shaft.
When he released me, I found my own rhythm again, taking him faster and harder than before. That sensation of control, governance over someone else’s pleasure, giving it to them to make it my own—it all has my cunt throbbing and prepared for the next transition.
“Oh my god,” he groaned. “I’m going to come in two minutes if you keep doing that.”
Not one to talk with my mouth full, I merely laughed through my nose and looked up at him.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Turn around so I can taste you again.”
Happily, I flipped around. He buried his face between my folds.
“Mmm, fuck. You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”
“Well, your enthusiasm is always much appreciated,” I said as I peeled myself off him. I took a languorous sip of my wine while he slid the condom on.
I crawled back up onto the mattress on my hands and knees, eyeing him in a way that was playful and predatory all at once. He urged me to flip over onto my back. I laughed and squealed with genuine glee when he dragged me in by my hips to pull me in close and align. He bowed over me, and though I was plenty wet, he slapped a glob of saliva onto his cock for good measure before sliding his sheathed head past my fleshhold.
“Oh, my god,” he groaned as he filled me, “you’re always so fucking tight…”
I consciously pulsated my muscles around his girth a few times and smiled. “The better to squeeze you with, my dear.”
He leaned back, kissing me harder than before as he pumped harder and deeper.
Spreading my knees wide, ankles up on his shoulders, folding me onto my side… Every shift got a better, different angle than the one before.
But there always came a point where both of us needed a little more brutality.
I pushed him off me and got on all fours to present my ass to him. While he moaned approvingly and found his place behind me, I took another sip of wine to rinse my drying mouth. Very few people in this lifetime have been able to fuck me from behind as this man did.
His hands grabbed at my hair, my hips, and my ass with gruff determination. He dug his short nails into the flesh covering my hipbones with the conviction of a bull rider. I pounded back into him, urging him on, while my hand raced rapidly around my clit. I knew I wouldn’t come yet, but the fires were definitely stoked, burning hot and bright.
He moved to the corner of the bed and patted the edge to signal the next act. I smiled and assumed my position obligingly—on my back, hips and ass dangling just over the corner. “Fuck me,” I grunted. “Harder.”
I felt his grin press into me right before he slammed his cock into me. I wailed my approval and grabbed his ass with my free hand, encouraging him deeper.
He fucked me with the strength and stamina of a soldier while I stroked myself feverishly, teetering on an increasingly frustrating plateau. I could already tell that if I got there, it would be ruinous.
“You look so fucking gorgeous when you touch yourself like that.”
Every corner of my being collapsed in on itself. My eyes scrunched closed and burst wide while he did his best to keep going. He buried deep into me and held himself there, squeezing and massaging the insides of my thighs with both hands.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Come all over my cock. That’s it.”
And I did. I came harder than I’d ever known with him, more than I’ve ever known with most. I wailed as the long, hard, form-shattering wave washed over me.
He pulled away and got up on the bed with me. Lying back, he invited me to do the same.
“Wow,” I hiccupped. “That was amazing.”
When I was ready, I slipped into the bathroom to piece myself back together again the best I could. I had a party to attend, after all.
I gathered the stack of bills and tucked them into the side pocket in my bag without counting them while he refilled my glass one last time.
At the bottom of the stairs, I slipped back into my boots, and we shared a lingering embrace and soft kisses.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said.
~ x ~
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