Just Fuck Me

Without taking my eyes off him, I slammed the door behind me, pushed him back against the wall, and swallowed his tongue. We kissed like we hadn't done for months. Like we hadn't even seen each other for months, even though it had only been the night before. I tore at his trousers, reached in, and grabbed his long hard cock, stroking him as we kissed. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. I kissed down his neck, onto his shoulder blades, then dropped to my knees. I looked up and saw hm looking down at me - at my face, but more so at my tits spilling out of the catsuit. "I need you," I said, pulling his cock free from his jeans and swallowing it straight down, filling myself with a desperation that surprised both of us.

"Jesus, babe, slow it down!" he said, his hands gently cupping my head. I think he was trying to control me, to ease the pace, but it just made me wild. I forced him down my throat, pressing my lips to the base of him and splaying them out onto his body, my tongue caressing his balls and rubbing his underside as I drooled onto his thighs.

"I need you so fucking bad," I gurgled. "Use me, take me, claim me!" I cried. Then, looking up, I saw sadness cloud his eyes, realisation at what I must have done dawning, and he dropped his hands from my cheeks.

"You saw him again, didn't you." Not a question.

I slid back off his cock, made to stand.

"How long was it? Did you even wait for me to leave the station?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! You got me all worked up, fingering me on the platform... I needed release." He started walking away, back into the flat, and I followed him. "Please, Eric. I'm done with that arsehole. It's over. I'm yours."

I looked at his face. His eyes were wet, but his face was cold. His lip trembled a little, and my heart broke. I'd put that look on his face. I was so ashamed.

"I can't keep doing this, babe. I can't pretend it isn't happening. I can't keep forgiving you, hearing your promises, watching you break them." He collapsed onto the bed, hid his face in his hands.

I sat beside him, crossed my hands into my lap. "What can I do? Tell me, please. How can I fix this?"

We sat in silence for about a hundred years.

"I can't do this. Not now. I have to revise for my exam on Wednesday." He made his way over to his desk, collapsed into his chair. I watched him try to work. Every so often he'd glance back over my way. Slowly, the atmosphere dissipated, and eventually he was just looking at me.

"What?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Fuck, you do look amazing though," he said. He never could stay angry with me for long.

I smiled back, leant forwards so my tits swung to the point they'd nearly fall out of the unzipped top. Had it not been so tight, they would have. I could feel my nipples catching on the inside of the zip.

"I am sorry, really."

"I know."

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

"Well, let's see. What do you know about reducing algorithms to the Halting Problem?"

I laughed. "Well, I know I sure have difficulty stopping sometimes." I started towards him, snaking my hips, watching his eyes get lost in my cleavage. "But that's not the kind of help I had in mind."

"Oh really?" he asked. "What sort of assistance were you suggesting?"

"The under-desk kind," I said, falling back to my knees and crawling towards him like a cat. I retrieved my prize from inside his jeans and gently started to lick and kiss at the tip.

For a few seconds, Eric pretended to continue to work as my mouth made love to his cock. Eventually, with an "Aahhhh fuck," he closed the lid of his laptop, and leant back to watch me work.

"Does he know it's over?" he asked.

"He will." I couldn't bring myself to talk to him last night, or this morning.

"Interesting," Eric replied. I looked up at him. He had a wicked look in his eye. My pussy twitched in anticipation. This was going to be good. "Pass me your phone."

I reached over, grabbed my bag, and rooted around inside, not for one second taking my mouth off his gorgeous dick. I passed the unlocked phone over to him. I squirmed, creaming into the suit, at the thought of what he might be doing, and increased the suction on his cock.

"We need to show him you're mine, yes?"

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"Right then. Make me come, my dirty little whore!"

He knew talk like that just set me off. I made it my mission to bring him off as quickly and strongly as I could, working all my tricks. I knew his cock so well, and I knew what he liked - mashing my tits with my hands, moaning, stroking my pussy through the tight PVC.

"Ready, bitch?" he asked. "Not long now!"

I knew, I could taste how close he was, and couldn't wait for him to spurt his thick spunk down my throat. But instead, he pulled out. I raised an eyebrow and went to stand up - perhaps he wanted me to ride him. But no, he pushed me back down to the floor, jerking himself off. "Look at the camera, bitch!" he ordered, and I glanced over at the phone just as he let fly and painted my face with globs of sticky fat semen. "Mine... mine..." he muttered, as he came, and came... I'd not seen him come so much. It splattered into my hair, ran down my chin and dripped down onto my tits. Once he was nearly spent, he directed his dick back to my mouth. "Clean me, you filthy slut!" I took the tip into my mouth and licked it clean. "Now show me your ring, and what you think of that loser!" I raised my ring finger, diamond proudly on display, and the index finger of the other hand.

That's the picture we sent to Lee on SnapChat. Me, face covered in Eric's cum, sucking his cock, giving Lee the finger, and showing him the ring. "You lose!" said the caption.

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"What was it you saw in him, anyway?" he asked, eventually, later that night, as we lay naked in each other's arms.

"Nothing. It wasn't about him."

Eric stroked my hair. He knew if he just said nothing, that I would fill the silence.

"I mean, it's not like he had a massive dick, or anything. He doesn't measure up to you. But he... he had this air about him, you know? This assuredness. I couldn't resist it, especially when I was horny."

"You're always horny," he said, not unkindly.

"You see my problem." I waited, and he waited. We both knew there was more. I didn't quite know how to put it. "You're so nice to me, so kind. So thoughtful. He wasn't. He was rude and rough and pushy."

"But...?"

I sighed. "He reminded me of you. Of how you were, when we first met. Insatiable. Desperate to get into my knickers. Hands all over me, even when it was inappropriate. Raw lust unchained." I looked at him. "He didn't ask permission. He just did, took, used. As did I. It was so hot, so animalistic. Like we used to be, before... Before."

I watched a tear escape his eye; he knew exactly what the before referred to.

"I love you so much," I continued. "I love that you looked after me, stuck with me when I couldn't face... wouldn't let you have sex with me. That you were so gentle when we started, always checking in on me. This is not your fault. But, well, asking permission all the time is so unsexy."

"What are you saying, babe?"

"Sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked. I trust you. I know you won't hurt me. I know you'll sense when you need to stop." I took a breath. "So, just fuck me!"

He rolled me onto my back, raised himself up on his arms, and nestled between my legs.

"Fuck me, my gorgeous fiancé. Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me like you own me. Because you do. Oh, for fuck's sake," I said, pulling his cock into me and his mouth to my tits, "just fuck me!"