Ellie jumpsfrom the car before I even put it in park. I’m right behind her though. She throws open the door to her three-floor walkup and drags me inside. “Upstairs.”
I dutifully follow her as she leads me up the stairs, past the living room and through to her bedroom. I shut the door behind me. I guessed from the shoes lying around and the framed football jersey on the wall in the living room, she either has a roommate or she shares the place with Evan. I’d bet on the latter and there is no way I want Evan to come barging in when I’m balls deep in his sister. That’d be awkward. For extra precaution, I check that the door is securely locked.
This is it. There’s no turning back now. Before entering the bedroom I could’ve pulled back, said ‘no’ but now it’s on. We’re trapped and now there’s nowhere else to run.
It’s late afternoon but the daylight is still streaming in through the window. Ellie’s across the room, she seems to have shied away. Me? I’m like a wild cat ready to pounce on my prey. But Ellie’s always made me feel that way. It wasn’t until the beginning of senior year that I started learning to control it, or maybe ignore it is a better description.
Running my eyes up and down the length of El’s body I can feel myself lick my lips. That short, pathetic excuse of a dress hugs her figure, almost to the point that I never want her to wear it again. I picture her flouncing around in that dress for everyone to see and I need my hands on her.
Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Nothing good ever comes from sexing up your ex, not to mention there will most definitely be the ‘where’s this going’ speech afterwards. While my brain knows that this isn’t a good idea that’s not where my blood is flowing to, it’s not in charge anymore. For the first time in eight years, my cock is in charge, he’s the king and his word is the law. Just for tonight, I let my body take control, maybe one night is all it needs to convince my sound mind that this is worth the fallout that will fall - one way or the other.
I stalk forwards, not being able to stand the distance between us any longer. I intend to make her feel so good that she won’t realize I’ve shredded her dress, making damn sure she never wears it in public again. As an F.B.I agent, you need to have a sense of control and discipline. As a career that may have been the best fit for me - I love my job. But when it comes to Ellie she’s always been the only thing to ever push my boundaries, to test the limits of my control. Things have not changed, maybe they’ve even become worse. You know what they say, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’.
No, Ellie seems to have only made my cock twice as hard and even more angry. He’s ready to take back what’s his, what he’s been yearning for all these years.
I run my hands up Ellie’s bare thighs before yanking the skirt up until it’s snuggly settled around her waist. I strip off my jacket before sinking to my knees. My fingers begin to trace their own path up the back of her calves. Her knees buckle slightly as I pass over them but I continue up her thighs until her ass cheeks fill my palms.
The need to worship her continues to grow steadily, the scent of her arousal drives me into a frenzy. The evidence of how badly she wants this - wants me - pools only inches from my lips. That alone is enough temptation to tip any man over the brink of insanity.
Grabbing the sides of her panties, my eyes flickering up as I slowly begin peeling the pink lace from her body. Her eyes are closed, no objection on her face only the mask of anticipation. I continue sliding my hands down her legs until her panties are nothing but a puddle of wet lace on the floor.
Nudging her knee to spread her legs I move between them. Tilting my head my nose brushes against the soft patch of curls between her thighs. I inhale the sweet scent of her arousal which only makes my already throbbing cock jerk against the constraint of my jeans. The first flicker of my tongue against her clit has El quivering above me. I quickly know that she won’t last long like this, my sweet girl is on the edge. “When was the last time you came, Ellie?”
Her eyes fly open and watch as I drag my tongue through her puffy pink pussy lips, from her tight hole to her swollen nub. Her breath hitches when I wiggle the point of my tongue back and forth. “I ca-came last week,” she stutters out.
“Was it your touch that made you come?” I tease her clit with a graze of my teeth. She cries out a ‘yes’, her eyes closing as I suck her clit into my mouth. I can tell she’s close to orgasm when her hips start to buck against my face.
I run a finger around her tight opening, it’s slick, a gentle push is all it takes to be knuckle-deep inside my favorite place to be. A slight curl of my finger and a gentle flick of my tongue is all it takes for my tightly wound El to come undone. Her body spasms, her lips breathing my name as her thighs try their hardest to clamp themselves shut. God, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that hypnotic whisper.
I lap up all that she’s willing to give me before I rise back to my feet. My hands immediately fly to the zip of my jeans. I free my cock, giving it a hard tug hoping to relieve some pressure.
Ellie recovers quickly, her big brown eyes flashing with excitement as she watching my cock bounce in my hand. I’m afraid I’ve just awoken the beast inside her. I’m only just getting warmed up but it’s an easy guess to say that it’s going to be a long night. There’s years and years of pent up sexual energy to be spent tonight, to finally be unleashed and I don’t plan on letting go of her until I’m sated.
Up on her tippy toes, Ellie’s mouth claims mine. Her arms wrapping around me, touching me, stroking me. She removes my t-shirt quickly, her nimble fingers going for my belt next. I help her in pushing down my jeans and boxer shorts. Next to go is Ellie’s dress, I rip it from her body and toss it aside.
Both finally naked I back El up, the back of her legs hitting the bed frame, she lands on the bed with a soft bounce. Her hair fans out behind her, her arms by her sides, her perky little tits invite me to fondle them.
“Please Michael. Don’t make me wait for it.” She begs, her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer to where I need to be. Her knees fall wider enticing me to take full advantage of her position.
I don’t need enticing though, I line myself up with her pussy sliding myself through her thick folds. “You want this? Sweetheart, I’m gonna give it to you.”
With the extra lubrication from her juices, the beefy head of my cock nudges through her pussy with a slick pop. My cock isn’t even fully saddled yet and her hips are rocking up to meet mine, she’s thirsty for more. I go slow wondering how long I can draw this out before Ellie fucks herself using my dick. She throws her head back and groans, “Quit teasing.”
My resolve snaps, I impale her. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” her voice whispers shakily.
I grip her hips and use all the momentum to draw out and slam into her repeatedly. This is rough fucking, it’s purely for a carnal purpose. There’ll be time for the sweet stuff later on.
With every thrust of my hips, Ellie’s cries grow louder. The pressure begins building up, the walls of her pussy starting to tighten and spasm around me. In eight years, I’ve never felt so welcomed. This is exactly where I’m meant to be, this was what I was made for.
El’s knees that are hooked around my hips squeeze me as her body starts to quake, her hips bolting off the bed. I collapse lightly on top of her to capture her lips in a searing kiss. It’s barely enough to contain her pleasure as she climaxes around him. I’ve never been able to forget how vocal El is in bed, she’s a screamer alright. It’s one of the things that draws my balls tight and sink into my own orgasm.
With every pulsing clench of Ellie’s pussy walls, she draws out my release. With everything spent I pull out and fall to the bed next to El. I try to calm my own breathing as she does the same. I’m covered in sweat, I feel like I’ve just run a marathon but the rhythmic sound of Ellie’s panting is soothing. Almost hypnotic.
