“What are you doing?” I ask as Ben stops the car in front of my apartment. He looks at me, a bewildered look in his eyes. I can still taste his cum on my tongue. Silence follows as he looks ahead onto the quiet street.
“Are you coming in?” I continue.
He shakes his head, almost as if he is waking himself up. “No, I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“I lost control with you, Liv. It can’t happen again.”
A dark chuckle leaves my throat. I look at him for a moment, waiting for a better explanation. He keeps staring out the window. The explanation doesn’t come.
“So you’ve had your fun, you shot your load down my throat and now it can’t happen again.” I emphasise the “now” as I smile bitterly at him. “You should have thought about that before you got me dripping wet and craving you.”
His eyes immediately look back at me.
“I never thought you’d be the type of guy who’d use a girl just to dump his load. I thought you were better than that.” I grab my gym bag that is sitting between my feet and open the door of his car. “Make sure you shower first, so your girlfriend won’t taste me on your cock,” I say as I get out and slam the door shut behind me. I feel his stare on my back the entire way to my apartment. He doesn’t drive off until I’ve gone inside and switched on the lights.
I push the covers off my body as I remember the way Ben’s hands felt on my head, pushing me down on him. How his thick length felt in my hands, heavy and hard. How his cum tasted sweet on my tongue.
My fingers find the stiff peaks of my nipples and I twist them both gently. My back curves under my touch. The squeezing sending shockwaves to my clit and I can already feel the muscles in my pussy clench together. I roll my nipples between my fingers for a minute, gentle moans escaping my mouth. The picture of Ben’s face as he pushes me against his car replays in my mind. His eyes so full of lust and desire. I feel the tension building in my belly. My nipples getting more sensitive with every twist and touch. Who needs porn when you can think of Ben and his cock down your throat?
With one hand I softly start rubbing my clit, as the other is reaching for the dildo next to me. Without hesitation I take it into my mouth. I lick and suck until it’s nice and wet before slowly tracing my pussy with it. The head of the dildo massages my clit and opens up my lips every now and then. I enjoy the sensation of teasing myself like this. Wanting to give myself the fucking I deserve, but didn’t get. My clit feeling perfectly sensitive and needy. My pussy already wet from all the nipple play and dirty thoughts. I am so wet I can feel my juices running towards my bum.
I place the tip of the dildo against my entrance and only push in the tip. I love the feeling of it opening me up slowly. I close my eyes and see Ben’s cock in front of me before I dive in to taste him. I think of what it would feel like if it was the thick head of his cock pushing inside of me. I’m ready to push the dildo in farther when the sound of the doorbell makes me jump. I lie completely still for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I look at my phone quickly. 23:30. Must be friends of the damn neighbours again. They’re always inviting people over and they’re usually so drunk they don’t know where to go. I know they will try another apartment if I don’t open the door.
I close my eyes again and try to get back to the thoughts of Ben. I push the tip of the dildo inside me again, when the doorbell goes once more. I open my eyes in frustration. I throw the dildo onto the bed and get up, a big sigh leaving my mouth as I throw on my red robe. I am still tying it up when I open the door slightly. “You’ve got the wrong…” I start loudly before noticing who is standing in front of me.
“No, I think I’m at the right place,” Ben says with a slight grin on his face. I don’t grin back. I merely look at him, frowning.
“I wasn’t sure I was at the right door,” he says as his eyes wander from my face to the thin red robe that shows off my curves. He swallows loudly. “Can I come in?”
Without saying a word I walk back into my apartment, leaving the door open for Ben to follow me in. I walk towards the kitchen and fill up my kettle with water before placing it on the stove. I hear Ben walking in slowly, I know he is looking around before following me into the kitchen. We have been friends for years, but he has never seen my home. I hear him stop in the hallway as I grab two cups and put a teabag in both of them. A moment later I hear Ben’s heavy footsteps walk into my kitchen. I ignore him for a little longer.
“Were you enjoying yourself without me, Liv?” he asks, his voice thick and hoarse. I open the fridge to get milk, but a strong arm slams it shut in front of me. I feel his body heat as I turn around. There he is. Tall, big, strong. One arm leaning against the fridge, so close to my face. His other arm raised, my dildo in his hand.
“You perfect little slut… Were you fucking yourself with this before I rang your doorbell?”
I feel heat rising to my cheeks as I look up into his eyes. Those gorgeous, lust-filled eyes.
“Yes, I was,” I answer.
