Senior Year Fun Ch. 01

He throws his clothes off and gets into bed next to me and I'm back in a daydream with his lips on mine. Except this time, it's really just us. His hands are all over my body and I can feel his dick getting harder.

He stops and looks at me. "You are just so... too perfect for words."

That's my cue. I get on top of him and kiss his neck. I lightly lick around his ear and whisper "Just wait..." and his hands clench my ass a little tighter than before. I'm already wet, so I let him watch as I sit up and finger myself. I lick and suck my finger as he watches in awe. He's running his fingers up and down my sides and stomach, stopping to caress my nipples. "Did you want a taste?" Of course he does.

"Fuck. Yes please." I let him watch me finger myself again and slip my finger in his mouth, letting him taste me. He does a little growl and I know he's dying to feel me.

I slide down his body and before he can even get excited that I'm about to suck his dick, I slide the whole length in my mouth, letting it get past my throat and hearing him moan in pleasure. I start working up and down, letting my hand do small strokes as I circle my tongue around the tip. His dick is big. I don't think I can wait much longer to feel him in me.

He must have read my mind again because he is flipping me over, pinning my hands over my head. "I want to return the favor, but I need you right now." He pushes forward, allowing the head to push past my wet lips and into my warm, waiting pussy.

"Fuck. You're tight. And so wet. Are you ready?"

All I can get out is a moan and a nod. He forces into me. I feel the length of his dick pushing against me. I already need to cum and he just started. He rears back and thrusts into me deep and hard. I let out another moan as he rears back again. We go on like this for another few strokes and then he's off of me.

His hand is at my clit, slowly circling. His mouth is nibbling at my hard nipples. He puts his head between my legs and sends me into ecstasy. I don't usually cum from being eaten out, but damn he makes me feel so good. He moves back up to my face and kisses me, letting me taste my own sweetness. "Please keep fucking me. Please. I want to cum on your dick."

He does not disappoint. He fucks me. Hard. And so good.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or if this sex is just that amazing. My legs are wrapped around his waist, his hands have my wrists pinned down above my head, he's keeping an even tempo of pounding into me hard and slowly drawing back. My body is hot and my legs and toes are starting to tingle. "Ryan, I..." It's hard to talk. I can't catch my breath. Every time a word is about to come out, his dick drives deep into me.

He slows down and kisses me. He's pushed as deep as he can go, my g-spot is tense and one touch on my clit and I'll be a goner.

"Everything about you is perfect." His words make my insides flinch. "Cum for me, baby."

He sits back some, one hand working my clit, one hand over my stomach, his dick pounding into me over and over.

My back arches and my hips lift to meet him, sending him deeper. I'm grabbing at anything I can hold on to. My legs start shaking around him and the feeling of ecstacy from my stomach finally whirls into my pussy and I'm having a powerful orgasm. Just for him. All over his dick.

Just when I'm coming down from my orgasm, he presses his thumbs into my hard nipples and is fucking me harder. I'm moaning and screaming with every thrust and I'm so close to another orgasm and he barely gets the words out, "Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna cum."

He pulls my hips up to him, forcing his dick deep, filling me with him cum as I'm orgasming on his dick again.

Ryan rests his elbows beside my face, gently kissing my lips. I reach around and run my fingers up and down his back. He lets out a soft moan before slowly pulling out of me.

"Do you want to shower?" he asks me, unsure about my post-sex habits.

"Just a quick one. I'm so tired. And tipsy. Mostly tired."

He starts the water, opens my linen closet to find 2 towels, and tells me when it's warm enough to get in. He's made himself at home real quick.

I pull up my hair into a bun. I don't feel like washing it right now. I just want to rinse off and get in bed with him. We wash each other, laughing about how tipsy and goofy we're feeling, adding in some kisses between jokes.

Once we're out and dried off, I crawl into bed and wait for him to slide in beside me before pulling the comforter over us.

"If I wasn't so tired, I would fuck you again. Your pussy is the best thing I have ever tasted and felt. I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

My heart is racing and if I wasn't so darn tired too, I would get on top of him and ride his dick all night. "This definitely won't be a one-time thing." I kiss him before flipping over so he can be the big spoon. My slightly tipsy mind is moving in slow motion, going over the events of the night as I drift to sleep.

...

The next morning I wake up with Ryan still in my bed. My head hurts a little and my mouth is dry. I get up to brush my teeth and the overthinking hits me again.

I just fucked the guy next door. I think he's hot, but I also think I'm getting feelings.

I wonder what he will think when he finds out what I'm really into... and how many people have fallen for me just the way that he is now.