Where do I even begin…?

I don’t know why I feel the need to say this but I just want to start by letting you know, this isn’t the norm for me. I mean… situation-ships have never appealed to me or made much sense. Yet here I am with my nails anchoring them selves deeper into his flesh thinking… well that’s the thing there wasn’t much room for thought when it came to him.

Was this his plan all along?

As uncertainties rushed through my mind, met with an encore of untimely twitches in my thigh I was reminded just how easily my body gives in to him. Him being Jason

We had been speaking for a few months mainly aimless chitchat nothing seedy, as on the off chance I do talk to guys ‘like that’ I hate giving off a loose impression. I literally like keeping myself to myself. Yes I have friends but I love my own company. I get attention from boys but I know it’s because of my bum, which is annoying even though my friends call my really pretty face Chelsea.

The first time I met Jason, as hot as he was, he didn’t phase me. Not that I disliked him, but he was my least favourite out of his batch. The awkward, speak when spoken to type. So when he asked for my number I didn’t think anything of it. Just standard procedure, I’m rubbish with my replies so I assumed he’d get bored very quickly. Major plot twist he didn’t get bored and I found myself talking to him for months. He asked to come round and chill with me a few times but I always made excuses but for some reason on this day I said yes that’s when it all begun….

 

(Doorbell Rings)

“Coming!” I shouted at a higher pitch than expected, whilst trying to make sure everything was in place before tending to the door.  As I opened the door there he stood with his grey tracksuit staring straight at me…so I stared back. First his plump lips, which had a natural, glisten to them. Then my eyes slipped to the bulge of the muscle between his neck and his shoulders through his unzipped hoodie and deep V-neck tee.

“Am I allowed in then?”

“Huh? Yeah of course follow me” I replied as I turned sharply and headed up the stairs to the main door to my apartment

He smiled, then walked in and stood next to my bed just taking in everything in plain sight. My studio is quite spaced out so I guess there was a lot look at from my family pictures, posters and things I like to keep.

“Can I sit down here?”

As much I didn’t want him on my bed I had no choice but to say yes since there were no chairs.

 

“Sure make yourself comfortable” I said whilst walking back to the other side of the bed setting a strategic distance between us two.

Honestly at this point I was kicking my self for replying a bit too honestly to his “WUU2” text, I didn’t know what to do my palms started feeling sweaty, the speed of my heart beat increased, I just wanted to scream and shout. Catching him staring at me brought my mind to a halt…at this point I said the first thing that came to my head.

“What happened to 5pm huh,” I asked him

“Yeah about that sleep crept up on me and I took a nap, 9:30’s a stretch but since you’re off tomorrow I thought you wouldn’t mind ” he replied with a grin on his face. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“So what film have you got for us to watch?”  I asked gingerly even though I hate watching films but what else would we do.

“hmmm…okay let sign into my Netflix account and choose something” he responded assertively. I don’t know what it was but I started to feel some sort of tension but shrugged it off.

The film he chose was Titanic, a bit random, but I’ve watched it a few times one of the few films I can bare so I didn’t really question it.

30 minutes in and things are going well nothing out of the ordinary. He asks me if he can move in closer because he can’t see the laptop properly and I think nothing of it so I agree. He is now literally in my personal space but my eyes are fixated on the screen.

“Are you okay?” He whispered into my ear

I felt a sudden rush of warmth take over my body, a flutter in my gut, the tipping point. At this point all I could muster was a nod and a cracked “mmhmm” and I couldn’t even get both actions to be in sync.

He wasn’t buying it at all and edged closer towards me, my heart started racing, I tried to shift away but the back of my hand grazed his dick! The shock was all over my face and yet I kept my hand there. When did it get so…hard? I should have pulled my hand away but I didn’t.

I swallowed, once, but my mouth kept filling up with saliva over and over

“You sure everything is alright, you seem like you’ve seen a ghost” he replied with a cheeky grin on his face.

“I’m fine,” I murmured, my voice barely clear

“What about after this” he slowly said and simultaneously leant in towards my neck and I could feel his hand opening the button of my jeans and sliding his hand down my tensed stomach, slowing down as he reached my navel and journeyed straight to where it has been locked away for so long.

 

My body was ready to give into him but I was screaming in my head because I knew this wasn’t right yet it felt so good

“W-w-we shouldn’t be…. doing this” I forced through my whimpers.

I’m here trying to fight off this feeling but I can feel the reign of logic slipping away and my body slipping under, its like the weight of his body on mine let him soak deeper into me before he even entered.

Then there was the roughness of his fingertips grazing my pulsating clit. He started off rubbing softly at first, finding a gentle rhythm …  before I could get familiar with it a moan left my mouth. I wish I didn’t do that…

Triumphantly, he leant in slowly, never breaking eye contact and whispered in my ear “Do you like this” his fingers picking up pace

“Y- Y-Yess I do” I replied whilst nodding. My lips grazing his neck met with a sample of how he tastes. I was slipping under; my body craved Jason, My mind already restless with thoughts of him pulsating inside me. I’m literally crumbling in anticipation!

“Watch me.” He orders, I’m bewildered as he pulls away, I don’t even know where to fix my gaze until his dark pupils command for my attention.

“I can feel you… Your… Oh. God!”  I moaned as I felt his hard dick pressed up against me. My mind was going crazy, I didn’t even notice that he had finally relieved me of my jeans and was progressing in taking off my thong.

He spreads me flat on my bed, gets on top of me and starts to tease me with his dick against my clit, whilst he watches my face as I opens my mouth to gasp from the touch but there is no sound. He eases my wet lips open with his tip. I shiver from anticipation my voice finds its way back to me in time to rejoice with a long groan as he slowly slithers/glides inside me.

“mmmh Jason! Yes” I scream out loud as he thrusts in and out of me slowly and then fast.

“You like this shit yeahhh..?” He groans

“Yeahh! So don’t you dare cum.”

For a split second I regain the reigns of my movement and I push him off of me, tell him to lie down and slowly I get on top of him and mount on to his rock hard dick. As my walls readjust I increase my speed. He begins murmur things competing with my moans and the thuds of my heart.

All I could think is “ I just need I take him in, all of him”

“Oh Ja-a-son I think I’m going to cum!”

“Me too!’” he says in anguish

 

My upper body tremors and gives way leaving us face to face, he looks into my soul as he explodes inside me, shivering and jerking, groaning, he grips my covers and I feel his cum still flowing out of me, from the depths of my groins. He is holding me tight, whilst I weakly wrap my legs around him, even though we are laced in a sheet of perspiration, a cold reminder of the things we have just done.