Every good story I have starts with the words "This one night I'd had a little too much to drink and..."
This one's no different.
"Pre-gaming," it was called. Taking shots in my friend's dorm room while we checked out each other's panty lines and asked if the skirts were too short or the heels too high. (The answer was no and no, of course.)
A house party, other side of campus, music pounding with a line for the keg almost as long as the line for the bathroom, which was where I saw him.
Skinny guy, dark hair, wicked grin, red t-shirt with the words "I love country music" across the chest. I pulled him to the dance floor.
"What's next?" he asked when the music ended and people poured out of the house.
"I'm going home," I said.
"Can I come?" he asked with a grin.
I eyed him over. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I thought, why not?
We walked back to my dorm and into my room where I shut the door behind me. He leaned and suckled my neck below my ear, hard enough that I gasped. When I looked up I could see how dark his eyes were and in response I could feel myself in a rush of heat growing wet.
He propelled me back toward the bed where our clothes came off quickly as we rubbed our bodies together. I had expected little from him (literally), but he was well hung and my mouth began watering at the sight of his beautifully cut cock.
I leaned down, pulling my hair back with one motion in a pony tail as my tongue caressed his head, tracing its edges. My hand measured the length of his smooth shaft, my tongue following. I wet his cock with my tongue and rubbed it against my lips and chin and cheeks, loving the weight of it, loving the texture. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head lightly.
I turned my head and sucked along the underside of his cock, all the way down to the base. I took his shaft in my mouth as my hand moved to cup his balls, and when I did his hands contracted tightly on my head, pulling me down on his cock until it bumped the back of my throat. I gagged slightly and he released my head but only partially, trapping me on his cock. He murmured—I could hear him above me—and he moved away, standing up, leaving me sitting on the bed, mouth-level to his gorgeous dick.
I looked up at him, my hands moving up and down the back of his thighs, my motions causing my breasts to sway. He just smiled at me, tweaked my left nipple, and when my mouth opened to gasp, he held the back of my head again and slid into my open mouth. He held my head, moving in a rhythm against my face, sliding as far in as I could take and sliding slowly out again.
My hands roamed his body, tugging at his ass cheeks , letting my nails dig in a little on the back of his legs, playing with his balls.
"God you love sucking cock , don't you?" he asked. Mouth full, I just looked up at him. "You love getting your face fucked, huh?"
His words made my face flush, red climbing high over my cheeks, but I didn't say no.
I pulled away from his grip and delved lower, taking his balls in my mouth, running my tongue over them and sucking lightly. He groaned loudly as he stroked his cock while I sucked his balls.
He pulled my head back and stroked faster. "I'm cumming," he said. "I'm going to cum all over your face!"
And he did.
I wiped the hot cum off my face and licked his cock for good measure, making sure that every last drop was gone. The pressure of his hands on my head, the sounds of his groans, and the feel of his cock in my mouth had made me so wet and ready I was shaking.
My hand spread flat on his abdomen in a silent plea. When I looked up at him, he was smiling and stroking my cheek.
"You are a surprise," he said, dipping his hands lower to skim my collar bones. I shivered and leaned toward him.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
I looked at him again, my eyes burning. I nodded.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted upward. "I want to hear it."
I tried to pull away from his grip, to look away, but he wouldn't let me.
"Say it."
My pride welled up in my throat and for a second I didn't say anything, trying to look anywhere but his eyes. The only other place to look was at his cock, which was already hardening again. My eyes widened and I shot him a glance.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me." His hand moved lower again, teasing the curve of my breast.
I closed my eyes. "I—I want you," I said.
"Look at me when you say it."
I looked at him. "I want you right now. I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe," I said.
He flashed a grin. "Good girl," he whispered, moving his thumb across my mouth. I turned my head and bit the base of his thumb lightly. "Such a good and naughty little girl," he said.
He pushed me back on the bed, leaning over me as he buried his face into my breasts. My back arched as I tried to get closer to him, to feel as much of his body against mine. He held himself away and I whimpered, my hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His cock rubbed against my thigh and my legs opened. My hips rocked as I tried to feel him again.
He pulled away and looked down at me. I was breathing heavily, my legs still open and my chest heaving.
"You are fucking hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, moving a hand down my belly, teasing the curls above my pussy. I whimpered again and ground myself against his hand. One of his fingers slipped inside my impossibly wet pussy and his own eyes widened for a moment. "Hot and wet, so wet," he said, stroking me softly.
My legs shook at the contact. "Now, now," was all I could say.
"Now what?" he asked innocently, flicking his finger over my clit.
"Now fuck me," I said.
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
