Finding My Ex

Everyone involved in this story is at least 18, and this is a work of fiction. This is my first story, and I would love all constructive commentary. ©ellejaywrites

I studied myself in the mirror as I was getting ready to leave to meet my friends at a club downtown. I was tall, about 5'8'' and on the curvy side. My long, dark hair was curled don my back and the black tank top I was wearing was low cut and exposed my 36D chest nicely. I was just about ready to leave when I got a text from my best friend. "

BFF: Girl, you best come you're your ex is here.

A thrill of excitement shot through me. I hadn't seen him in years. I glanced at myself in the mirror again. I changed from the tank top and jeans to a low-cut black dress with a short skirt. This dress was made for the club. I grabbed an Uber and headed downtown.

My friends met me up front, but quickly ditched me for the hunt of their own. I found myself moving around the edges of the dance floor. When I found him, he took my breath away. He was tall, his dark curly hair was tousled on top and cut short to his sides. He was wearing a navy-blue t-shirt that clung to every muscle in his arms and a pair of well-worn jeans. His bright green eyes were a little duller than usual, most likely from the alcohol. He stood with a couple of his friends, propped up on the bar, but I could feel him in the room. Even all these years later, it was like every cell of my body was aware of him, and if he was nearby, they all had to react.

I looked down at myself to make sure I looked ok. The black dress clung to my body like a second skin. It was now or never, so I sauntered up to him before I lost my nerve. I could tell the moment his body alerted to my presence; his body went from relaxed and causal to alert. He still had a little sway to his posture, but his eyes scanned the room and when he locked eyes on mine, everything else in the room faded away. He put his cup down and stalked in my direction. The look in his eyes was almost predatory as he took me in. The skirt on this dress was shorter than the ones I usually wear, but as his eyes trailed up my legs, I wasn't disappointed by his reaction in the least.

I was expecting a greeting of some sort, but he grabbed my face and pulled me close to him. Slamming his lips down across mine and drinking me in. He savored the moment, before he licked the seam to my lips, seeking entry. I opened for him, and what little resistance there I had left in me ignited as his tongue explored my mouth. He broke our kiss, and his eyes studied me.

He leaned forward and spoke in my ear, "I've got to get you away from here. I don't want my whole team watching what I'm about to do to you." His voice was husky and so much deeper than I remembered. Goosebumps prickled across my skin.

He pushed us back on the dance floor and wrapped his arms around mine as our bodies began to move with the music. He pushed his thigh between my legs as we danced; our bodies moving together. His lips finding their way to my exposed skin we moved. I was breathing fast, and my heart rate kicked up as he traced down my neck. He was ghosting tiny kisses and nips along my throat. I couldn't contain my groan as he traced my collar bone with his tongue.

"I like this tattoo," he said. I could feel his lips caress the tattoo'd skin of my collar bone.

His eyes shot back up to mine with a wicked grin on his face. He leaned towards me, invading my space as he captured my lips in another kiss. His tongue against mine worked in a frantic rhythm while he pulled my hips closer to him. He broke our kiss and turned me around pushing his erection up against my ass. One hand grabbed on to my hip and squeezed as our bodies continued to move. I could feel the other hand trace up my thigh and under my skirt grazing the outside of my panties with his knuckle. He growled in my ear and slipped a finger under the edge of my panties rubbing his thumb against my clit.

"You are fucking soaked, pretty girl," he muttered.

I whimpered as he pulled his finger away. I bit my lip to keep from begging when he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor.

Awareness of our surroundings flooded back in as we moved across the back of the dance floor. He pulled me behind him, and we turned down a long hallway. We continued past the bathrooms, and around the corner. The emergency exit was on the left, but he pushed through a door on the right. We were back in the club, but this time, we were up against the wall behind the DJ booth. I started to ask how he knew about this, but his mouth was on mine again before I could formulate a question. He devoured me; this kiss was an explosive mix of tongue and nibbles around the edge of my mouth. He traced his hand traced from my neck to the strap of my dress. He pushed the strap off my shoulder and drug my dress down exposing my chests. He cupped my breast in his hand, stroking his thumb across my nipples.

He whispered in my ear, "These are so much better than I remember." His lips were on my nipple, sucking it into his mouth as I arched my back. My hands gripped his shoulders trying to anchor me to something. I rubbed my hips up against him, trying to find friction between my legs when he broke away from my chest. He traced his hand down my other shoulder, pulling my shoulder strap and bra down with him as he went. He rubbed his hand down my shoulder onto my breast, tweaking that nipple between his fingers.

His hand continued to run down my side to the bottom of my skirt. He grabbed the hem of my skirt and slid it up my thighs. He hooked his thumbs into the band of my thong and pushed it down over my hips and towards the ground. He helped me step out of it, and then I saw him stuff my thong in his pocket. He pushed his lips up against me again, and when we broke apart. The scruff of his jaw scraped against my cheek as he moved his way towards my ears. Shivers erupted up under my skin as his lips traced along my skin. When he got to my ear, his tongue traced along my ear lobe and then he sucked it between his teeth, nibbling slightly. I could feel wetness gushing down my thighs as he continued his assault. His hands were on my hips now, and he was anchoring them in place. Despite my best attempts, I couldn't find the friction I was looking for.

When his mouth let loose of my ear lobe, he spoke, his voice was gravelly when he asked me, "Is this ok?" I nodded.

He responded, "I'm going to fuck you, ok?" I nodded again, and he said, "No, I need your words. I'm going to fuck you. It's going to be fast and hard, ok?" I nodded again. He tightened his grip on my hips. "I need your words." I sucked in a breath of air, and it felt like it took all my effort to push words out.

"Yes, please, fuck me." I groaned. He let go of my hips and I almost cried out at the lack of contact; I reached down for his pants, but he beat me to it. He unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper; the bulge of his black boxer briefs was coming into view.

My mouth watered at the thought of him, and I dropped to my knees. I ran my finger around the waist of his boxer briefs pulling them away from his body. His cock popped out the top and up against his stomach with a smack. I leaned forward, eager to take him in my mouth, when he gathered a handful of my hair in his hand and pulled back. An animalistic cry escaped my lips. Another full body shiver raced through me. My skin was tingling from my scalp where he pulled my hair. He pulled me back up to my feet and brushed his lips across the shell of his ear.

"If you do that, this will be over way before it starts, I'm already not going to be able to control myself." I nodded, but I could feel the disappointment work through me.

He lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his hip and traced the tip of his cock up and down his slit. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I remember how fucking responsive you are for me, but this is amazing. Everywhere I touch, your body reacts."

He traced the tip of his cock up and down my slit again, and before I even open my mouth to beg, he slammed into me. He lifted my other leg, wrapping it around his hip and leaving me at his mercy with my back pushed up against the wall. He pushed his forehead up against mine and rolled his hips; pleasure shot through my body as he set a quick pace. Over and over again, he pulled out and slammed his hips back up against mine. I was having trouble formulating words so what was coming out of my mouth was a series of grunts and groans. He started whispering in my ear again; the filthy things he said shooting straight to my clit.

"You are so fucking wet, pretty girl. Your pussy was made for my dick," he said. His dick sliding in and out of me over and over again. "Are you close?" he groaned in my ear as he continued to pick up the pace.

"Yes," I groaned out in response.

"Fucking good,' he responded, 'because after you cum all over my dick, I'm going to take you back to my hotel room. I'm going to worship this damn body. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I cried. My voice was breathy and unrecognizable. "Yes what?" he asked. His hips moved at a frantic pace as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. "Yes sir," I groaned.

He pulled my hips down, so I slid further down on his cock. This change in position applied more pressure to my clit. The familiar heat was building in my belly. he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth again. He continued to pound through the course of my orgasm. As the last wave subsided, he pulled out, putting both my feet on the floor. He pushed me down to my knees in one fluid motion. His cock was right in front of my face, and I opened my mouth, leaning in, trying to take it in my mouth. He wrapped his long fingers around his shaft and tugged three times. With a growl, he came and sprayed hot stream after hot stream of cum all over my exposed chest.

He staggered a step or two backwards after his orgasm subsided and then leaned forward. He reached his arm out on the wall to brace himself and he smiled down at me. I was still on my knees in front of him, and he reached out a hand to help me up. I steadied myself on my feet and I watched him as he situated his clothes.

He stared at me, smiling, and he said, "I can't fucking believe you're here." I smiled back, but I was too overwhelmed by the moment to speak. His eyes traced down my body. My chest exposed, covered in his cum, as I sat on my knees in front of him.

He smiled softly at me, "We made a mess of you, pretty girl."