Crashing

Sometimes I thought I wasn't even attracted to him whatsoever and that it was just the playful banter that had aroused a sexual curiosity. But then I catch him in my thoughts while I fuck myself at times and if thinking about someone while you come isn't attraction then I think I ought to refine my definition.

The Christmas party is always good fun and this occasion is no exception. The local bowls club had rented their event space for the night and it was the perfect size to keep the party cozy but not cramped. I thought I could feel his eyes on me, his presence in my orbit, but it drove me crazy to steal glances only to find that he was occupied and that I was wrong. I chased away the feeling with red wine and soon enough everyone had collectively decided it was time to dance in the unspoken way partygoers did. It was a playlist for all ages which made it all the more enjoyable as everyone was peeled from against the walls into the spinning array of the cheap disco lights. I was always early to the dance floor and after hours of screaming iconic songs throughout the ages I ducked out to cool down. The lights of the venue didn't reach the park bench I had sat myself down on and I enjoyed the anonymity for a moment.

'Hey you'

I smiled when I saw him approaching.

'Hey stranger. Missed you on the dance floor.'

'Yeah that is definitely not my thing,' he chuckles.

'No? Who would have thought the guy that looks like he's going to Friday night dinner with his folks didn't come to party,' I teased.

He shoves me playfully.

'Not too fucked up are you, dancing queen? I think Wes is missing you.'

I snort. Wes was such an enormous flirt that he might as well have tattooed it on his forehead.

'Wes always has his right hand if all else fails. Besides, I think I might head off anyway.'

'Heading home already? But I only just got to talk to you!'

He feigns outrage and I turn my head to roll my eyes at him. His face is half concealed in shadow but for a moment I think I see his eyes flicker down to glance at my lips. It's chilly but I know the goose pimples that surface aren't because of the breeze.

'Yeah well, maybe next time you'll make me more of a priority. I better head off before the Uber gets too pricey. I'm dreading the charge either way.'

'I was actually heading off myself, to tell you the truth. If you're dreading it that much, you can crash at mine if you want?'

I froze for a moment. Was this a ploy? He was usually fairly private and offering his place to crash seemed a bit odd but he was nice enough to make an offer like that innocently too. Either way, I don't think he reciprocates my 'sexual curiosity'.

'Sure, let's get out of here.'

***

I emerge from his bathroom fresh faced and thanking my past self for packing makeup wipes in preparation for scenarios like this. I found that I had imagined his apartment fairly accurately. It was fairly plain but its most notable details were the evidently well cared for PC in the corner and the bookshelf decorated with figurines and models and filled with carefully curated hardcopy editions of his favourite books and graphic novels.

'Hey can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?'

He pauses and looks at me. I can see a thought brewing and I don't have time to be confused before he says, 'yeah, of course' and strides across his room to rummage through his wardrobe. He throws a soft thin shirt to me, one he wears to bed himself I'd say. I turn to leave for the bathroom again but he calls to me.

'Stop. Change here.'

What he says hangs in the air as we stop, staring at each other. My thoughts race and I wonder if I heard him correctly but we both know what was said and my heart thumps harder and harder as I find it increasingly difficult to deny the throbbing of my cunt. His gaze is even and steady, without question. I don't know how much time has passed when without even thinking about it my hands are undoing the strings of my wrap dress. My body flushes even before it's revealed and I can feel the warmth growing within me. He doesn't move, just stands there with his eyes taking in every new slope and curve of my body he's not seen before. I stand with my dress hanging open, still clinging to my shoulders not knowing what else to do.

And then he's approaching me slowly, like he's stalking prey, and I'm rooted to the spot. I can feel the tension mounting and he's reaching out to touch me. When his fingers meet my waist I can't help but gasp and my body is on fire. He traces the curve of my waist up to my breast and toys with my nipple and the sensation makes me squirm with pleasure. He grips the drapes of my dress and pulls me against him suddenly, only to rip the garment off from my shoulders and kiss me deeply. I can't help but feel how incredibly hard he is with my body flush against him and his mouth on mine. His arms wrap around me and hold me like I could never be close enough.

His lips find my neck and he pulls from within me a soft whimper as he devours me. I can hear his ragged breathing in my ear and I'm on the verge of begging for more when he tosses me onto his bed, easily. He flips me over onto my stomach and traps me there with the weight of his body behind me. He leans over me to catch my ear in his teeth and murmur 'I've wanted you since I first saw you'. He thrusts his hardness into my ass, groans into my neck. The feeling of him at my back, enveloping me and taking his pleasure, was intoxicating. One of his hands grips my wrists while the other fists the flesh of my hip and he continues to press his erection into me and I wriggle to meet the pressure of his need.

His hand at my hip follows the line of my panties and I lay there helpless as he follows the edge of the garment downwards towards my pussy. I feel my whole body tense as his fingertips come closer and closer to my sex and I can't repress the full body shiver that he elicits as he runs a finger over my panty covered pussy. He growls, bites me and says 'you've wanted me too, haven't you?' I don't answer at first, burying my face into the covers as I'm forced to remember the times I had thought about vague memories of his gaze on me while I had my hands between my thighs. Or the occasions I had gotten wet replaying his flirty comments in my head. Or when I had orgasmed thinking about how he might fuck, what his tongue felt like on my skin, or the sounds he'd make as he came. 'No,' I wanted to answer, 'I've never thought of you like that.' But instead what came out was a muffled whimper as he grabbed my panties and pulled to put pressure on my throbbing clit. He had his answer.

'Since the first time?' he asks. And after a pause I nod my head ever so slightly, face still in the bed. I can't see him but I know he's smirking.

'So it was mutual... I resent knowing I could have done this to you earlier.'

I can't help the needy wiggle of my hips as he torments me.

'What have you fantasised about?' he whispers. Shame and embarrassment flood through me like a full body flush. I struggle a little more, not wanting to answer his question. He chuckles and then pulls me up and sits on the bed with me in front of him, his chest flush against my back. He nuzzles my neck before nipping playfully with his teeth as his hand wanders towards my pussy. I feel like every muscle in my body is clenched and he continues to interrogate me.

'I bet you thought of some filthy shit. What was it? Did you think of me taking you so you'd never have to admit to your crush? Or did you think of seducing me like a little whore?'

His hand teases my desperate clit and I'm whimpering in his arms as he continues to suggest different fantasies. And no matter if I really had thought of those things I was getting wetter and wetter. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread.

'Your little cunt is so wet. You're so fucking wet for me. Fuck, I need to stuff your hole with my fingers.'

He shoves his hand down my panties and his fingers slip inside me so easily. And even though I'm soaked the friction of his fingers is so delicious. He groans in my ear which makes me tremble. I feel him inside me, fingers exploring, searching for that bundle of nerves that will make me unravel.

'Come for me.'

His fingers are feverishly rubbing against my g-spot and I grip onto him as the pleasure overwhelms me. I turn my head to kiss him again, body still seizing from my climax and he withdraws his fingers only to use my own juices to rub against my nipples. I'm whining for him again.

'Oh baby, you're so sweet.'

I'm his pliant little doll in my post-orgasm haze as he rearranges me again on the bed, this time on my back. He undresses quickly and then climbs onto the bed on top of me. He kisses me eagerly and then his lips are at my ear again as he grinds his cock against my slick entrance.

'How many times have you come at the thought of me inside you?' I bite my lip and whimper. Another orgasm is already building.

'Bashful girl,' he leans in to whisper in my ear and the pressure of his cock against me increases and I gasp. My fingers tangle in his hair as I turn his head slightly for me to whisper right back to him.

'And you? How many times have you thought about burying yourself in my cunt?'

He expels a guttural sound and I grip his hair tighter. One hand steals away to guide his hard cock into me - I can't wait any longer.

'What was I like in your head? Am I just as good?' I squeal as he plunges into me and I hear him reply a single word amidst my cries, 'better'.

He fucks me hard and deep, his hands roaming my body like an addict trying to get their fill. I don't blame him, the way he sounds when he fucks are even better than I could have ever imagined and the thought that maybe he had masturbated at the thought of me too turned me on even more. The pleasure of his touch alongside the echoes of my fantasies of his imagined hands on my body made me drunk with ecstasy. He fucked me with a hunger that made me crave more until he looked me right into the eyes and said 'are you gonna come with me, baby?' After that I was just a puddle of desperate 'yes's' until I was clenching around his cock so hard that he couldn't help but coming too.

Panting and shining with sweat, he kisses me again briefly before muttering that I should crash at his place more often.