Melissa
Holy fuck, this is really happening. And I fucking love it.
I had a little more alcohol in my system than I’d planned for the night. Not so much that I didn’t know what I was doing. But enough to lubricate my desire.
And now that that had happened, the floodgates were opening, perhaps quite literally, for Corey to take me just as he had so many times in the past.
Yes, a couple of times on the bike ride over, I’d had second thoughts. But whenever those popped up, a funny thing happened—either the bike started making my pussy tingle all over again, or Corey would reach back and squeeze my knee or thigh. It almost seemed perfectly timed, as if he couldsensewhenever I had doubts. I didn’t know how he did it—other than to say maybe he remembered a lot more about our relationship than I’d ever given him credit for.
And maybe that had as much to do with why my arousal for him was past the breaking point. It wasn’t just that we were enthralled with each other in the moment. It was that physical distance could never kill the spark we’d felt with each other, a spark that had seemingly laid dormant but never dead.
Now that we’d walked inside his place, now that he’d pinned me to the wall with a kiss, I was out of my thinking state. I just did.
I grabbed the back of his shirt and squeezed as tightly as I could as he grabbed my ass and pulled me in against his bulging crotch. Corey didn’t know—no one but I did—but I hadn’t had sex since Corey. Part of it was for good reason, but whether good or bad reason, I’d found myself getting desperate at some points. I’d managed to hold off on making any bad decisions…
But now that I was here, even if this was a bad decision, it was at least going to feel really damn good in the moment.
“Oh, fuck, Corey,” I gasped breathlessly as he nibbled on my neck.
I was soaking wet, and his hands trying to dig under my jeans and panties, trying to circle their way past my hips, was just making me unfairly aroused. We probably weren’t even going to get to the bedroom at this rate. And you know what? It wasn’t my place, so wherever we did it was fine with me.
I gave him space for his hands to move down the front of my pants. It happened all too fast for me to think about anything, but I was glad I didn’t because when I felt his fingers rubbing over my clit before entering inside of me, I arched my hips and gasped in pleasure. I let out a louder cry than I meant to.
This was too much. He was going to make me fucking come just standing there. I was going to orgasm, fall to my knees, and then suck him off. Which…wasn’t too fucking bad of an outcome. But holy fuck, it felt so, so good. Too good!
I fought through the pleasure, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. But Corey pushed me right back into the wall, this time undoing my pants and panties and dropping them around my ankles. Just like that, I was naked from the waist down, everything exposed for the taking.
And take it he did. My pussy had about half a second to breathe before his fingers went right back inside, and this time, he stood to the side so I couldn’t arch my way out. What a shame.
God, he felt so fucking good. I didn’t think I’d ever orgasmed from just fingering before, but between the rush of being back with Corey and the skill he had, the question wasn’t if, but when. And with every passing second, the answer to the “when” became “a hell of a lot sooner than you think.”
I reached down and rubbed the outline of his cock on his jeans, but by this point, the pleasure had become so overwhelming I was reduced to mindless stroking, not able to give him full attention. Not that he probably cared—he was probably fully aware that in a matter of a minute or two, he’d be the one getting pleasured.
And sure enough, I could feel the tension building, that feeling of no return escalating within my hips. It was happening so fast, so quickly—and I craved it, loved it. Rare, even before with Corey, had been the time that I’d come twice in one session. But I had a feeling that in this instance, it was going to happen.
And then, the first one rolled in. My body clenched tight, and I pulled Corey in close to me as I trembled with the enormity of the orgasm. I hadn’t had release like this in what felt like ages! I closed my eyes and just rode the orgasm through as far as it went, which was so much fucking further than I ever would have thought.
The warmth spread through my legs and my arms. It felt like everything tightened to the hardest point possible, only to release and repeat all over again. I held Corey like I’d never held anything or anyone in my life—fuck, it felt so good!
And finally, when it finished, my legs felt like jelly. I kicked my feet out of my underwear and pants, moved up to Corey, and passionately kissed him. And now, finally, I had the attention and capacity to make sure I rewarded him for how he made me feel.
My hand went to the outline of his bulging cock, rubbing and moaning as I thought about how big it would feel in my hand. Just because I’d slept with him before didn’t mean it would feel just like old times. Everything up to this point had obviously disproved that so far.
“You’re so fucking hard, Corey,” I moaned.
“Get down and put it in your mouth,” he commanded.
I was happy to oblige, moving my mouth to his neck, where I nibbled as I reached down and undid his jeans. When I got that done well enough, I pushed them down and felt the thick outline of his cock. It was as rock-solid and stiff as I’d ever felt from him, which was saying something.I wasn’t the only one who was desperate for this to happen again.
I stroked him nice and good, taking my sweet, deliberate time. Corey might have wanted me to hurry the fuck up, but there was no such concern on my end. Why hurry a good thing?
I finally dropped down to my knees, licked from the bottom of his balls to the base of his shaft, and then all the way up to his tip. He tossed his head back and let out something of a guttural groan, much to my utter and sheer delight. I played with him a bit more, not quite putting him in my mouth but licking and stroking him all the same.
“You tease me so damn much,” he said, grabbing my hair and trying to get me to the point.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
He could only groan. But I finally obliged him, taking his thickness into my mouth and swirling my tongue around him. He twitched inside me, not the twitch of an orgasm but the twitch of feeling even better than expected.
