He is a foreigner while I am an Asian Indian girl. On his various travels, we both swiped right on Tinder and had a good first date. Normally I wouldn’t put out on the first date but his kisses were really good and he knew just how to touch me. But he was an asshole that only cared about himself and getting laid, pretty much like every other guy. But still, I had to see him one last time just to say goodbye before he left the country. Little did I expect how the night might end.
Let me say a few things about him first. He is a French guy and he doesn’t like music. That should have been a red flag right there. But we clicked on the amazing shows of How I Met Your Mother and Big Bang Theory and realised we could actually talk quite long with one another. I am an Indian Malaysian girl, twenty-three years old at the time this story happened. My name is Ahgi. I am short at 165 cm with most guys towering over me and my measurements are pretty modest. I do think I keep in shape with my dancing and occasional gymming. But that is enough about me. Time to get to the story.
I had to see him one last time before he left, simply to get closure on my side at least. We had a simple tea in the cafe but he didn’t order anything and I didn’t finish the drink I ordered. It was slightly an awkward meet after how things had ended. I always knew we were not compatible but a part of me hoped otherwise after the night we spent together, but I should have known better.
As we walked the short trip towards my car, a part of me remembered the feel of his body against mine and how he had kissed me for the first time in a similar situation at the mall.
I let out a quiet sigh to myself as I turned around to face him once we reached my car. “See you then,” I say as I reach out to wrap my arms around his neck for a goodbye hug. His arms wrapped around my waist as we briefly pressed into each other with his cologne wafting through my nostrils, adding to the emotions I was already having.
I thought the hug would be brief but I didn’t pull away and neither did he. It was nice to be held for a while. I was finally the first to pull away, my head leaning back slightly and our eyes met.
His hand curved around my neck and he pulled me up on my toes to press his mouth to mine. I was taken by surprise but I had been wanting to kiss him myself despite the awkward meeting, just one last time at least that I didn’t stop him, I didn’t push him away.
My eyes closed and a sigh rippled through me. I grasped at his t-shirt and held on. My heart thudded and my stomach plummeted at the suddenness of it all, not expecting him to kiss me. The kiss started out slow, his warm and firm lips coaxing mine to respond. I let him pull me along with him, opening my mouth to accept the silky invasion of his tongue. Just the tip flicked over mine then retreated, his hands resuming their arousing caresses up and down my back.
I trembled with a quick shiver, flattening my palms against his chest. I no longer noticed the chill in the air, the tiredness in my bones. My mind was focused entirely on him, still reeling at the sudden change in circumstances, the awkwardness disappearing. I leaned into him. A moan came from me as my arms slid around his neck and my tongue thrust against his. The connection went deeper, the kiss turned wilder. His hands supported me while his mouth took control, guiding, arousing. I couldn’t get close enough. The urge came over me to climb his body and clamp my legs around his waist.
We were in a slightly secluded part of the parking lot, but still in a parking lot nonetheless as the first time it happened.
His fingers closed around my hair, tugging my head backwards to break the kiss. His lips moved down over my exposed throat, flicking his tongue here, sucking lightly there, and driving me to the point where I wanted to beg him for more. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of my throat and my mouth dropped open. I let out a sigh, neediness growing inside me until it took on a life of its own. I sank my hands into his hair and pulled him up so I could bring his mouth back to mine.
His hands slid down to my ass, gripping it and pulling me against him. His erection was impossible to miss as he pressed against me. He groaned and took my mouth harder, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other squeezed my ass, grinding me against his erection. He was hard…so hard.
I slipped my hand between our crushed bodies and stroked him, my fingertips running along his rigid length. He growled and his tongue swept over mine, hands growing more demanding. I massaged his cock, wanting to feel his silky skin without any barriers, thrusting inside me, filling me, making me cum.
Things had already quickly escalated in a few moments. He pulled his mouth from mine and spent one breath-stealing second looking into my eyes, then he turned me around and pressed me against the car. I had half-expected him to drag me into the back seat, now my stomach churned in anticipation. I closed my eyes as his hands slipped under my t-shirt and smoothed over my ribs, roaming upwards to enclose my breasts. I let out a harsh breath, my ass pushing back against him.
His hands kneaded my flesh, his thumbs slowly sweeping over my hardened nipples. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. His fingers tugged the cups of my bra down, shoving them under my breasts. He teased my nipple with one hand, the other drifting over her stomach to work at the waistband of my leggings.
He dipped his hand inside, slipping his fingers under her panties to discover her wet warmth. The rapid change in movement and the confidence behind his touch had my heart pounding. I pushed back even harder and let out a whimper, needing to feel his cock.
“Jesus, Ahgi, you’re so wet,” he clasped my breast, teasing my nipple whilst his fingertips stroked against my sex.
“I need you,” I panted. “I need…” I dragged my breath and leaned my forehead on the car, the cool metal a stark contrast to my flushed skin.
His hand released my breast and slipped under my shirt as did his other hand from between my legs. “Come home with me,” he breathed into my ear and I just nodded my head. I was going to. I needed to. Even if I was going to regret it later on.
It didn’t take long for me to be back in the familiar surroundings of his studio apartment. We didn’t even move to the bed this time. Or the couch. Those already had memories and it seemed we were searching for new ones to make. Instead he had me pinned against the recently closed front door of his apartment.
It was hard driving there with his hand constantly running circles along my thighs, distracting me, making me drive faster towards his place. I knew that if I didn’t, I would have probably jumped on him in the car itself. The ride up the elevator was hard enough, his body lightly pressed into my side with his lips pressing teasing kisses along my neck when I refused to give him more than a few pecks on the lips, for fear of being spotted.
No sooner had he closed the front door that he had me up against it, pinning me to the wood with his hands and the greater weight of his body, his lips on mine. I reached around to grab the back of his neck with the same urgency, reciprocating the open-mouthed fervor of the kiss. My teeth came down on his lip as I pulled his short hair and he growled. His hand drags at my top, pulling it over my head before tossing it aside. My hands do the same to pull his shirt off. No soon was his shirt even completely off that his mouth was on mine again.
Lifting me off the ground as easily as if I weighed nothing, he pushed back, invading my mouth with his lips, his tongue. Devouring me. I locked my legs around his waist, pressing him to me and rolling my hips in a way that made him growl.
The palm of his hand slides up my back, unclasping the bra with ease before drawing the lacy material off. His hand closes around my left breast and I gasp against his mouth. He groans into my mouth and I feel his tongue tangle with mine, battling together.
He drags his lips away and kisses down my throat. “I have thought of this for days,” he murmurs. When he bit my neck, I hissed with pleasure, head tilting to one side to expose more of my flesh to his wandering lips.
“Uh huh. Then why were you an asshole?” I gasp back, feeling his face move down into my right breast, pulling my already taut and humming nipple between his lips. My neck arches away from him and my fingers tangle tightly in his hair, pulling him closer at the sudden jolts of pleasure that rush through my body then straight to my already soaked channel, which tingles and quivers in anticipation.
He growls and pulls me away from the wall and a moment later I found myself being placed on the table in a sitting position. He released one nipple with an audible pop and moved onto the other. I pushed myself closer to him. Well, my lower half. My legs bumped against either side of his waist. He met me halfway, closing what little gap was left between us, and he grinded himself – hard and straining in his jeans – against me. A delighted moan fell from my lips to be swallowed up by another kiss.
One of his hands slid along my leg to feel the curve of my thigh. It found the waistband of my leggings, and breaking the kiss he dragged the material down, rolling it off with swift precision. My hips lifted to help him get it off before my hand drops down to touch his belt. His lips were once more on mine, urgent and hard. His tongue slipped inside my mouth as I tried to concentrate on undoing the buckle, but it was hard enough with the way he was kissing me.
He was much better at multitasking than I was. He worked a hand past the band of my underwear, and he didn’t break the kiss as his fingers rubbed against me. They slipped and slid against me where I was slick and warm, focused in their teasing.
I had to turn my head so his lips fell on my neck instead, and I finally managed to be able to get a good grip on his belt. I smiled to myself at the satisfying clang of the metal buckle as it came undone. And the rest was easy. Shoving his jeans down, I grinded against his fingers, just trying to get them in. But he kept circling my clit, pressing against it when he wanted and pulling breathy moans from my lips.
He withdrew his fingers quickly to step out of his jeans and underwear, and I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. I pressed my hair from my face and dropped a hand between my legs to pick up where he had left off. The friction was less satisfying with my panties in the way. He helped by pulling my panties down, leaving us both naked.
Then he kissed me again, and then I remembered why I kept thinking of him. He kissed so well, and kissed me so much that I had become addicted to them. His fingers were back between my legs and this time he slipped them inside.
“How bad do you want me?” he questioned with a whisper against my lips, nipping at my lower lip.
How bad did I want it?
Really.
Really.
Really bad.
I sighed against his mouth as his pushed his fingers in to the knuckle in a steady rhythm. “So badly…” I breathed out. “So fucking badly,” I admitted.
He responded with a sigh of his own and slipped his tongue back inside my mouth in a deep kiss. He had perfect fingers to get the job done, knew how to curve just right, knew the point they were trying to reach and the most efficient way to get there.
But I hadn’t come there for his fingers.
I reached for him, wrapping my fingers gently around his shaft and dragged a finger along the vein. When I circled the tip with my fingers, they came away wet, and I spread the dampness around his shaft. He hissed at my light tug, pulled his lips from mine with a smack, and took his fingers away like I wanted. He pushed my knees apart and took himself in hand. He jacked himself a couple of times and I watched his face, contorted with pleasure and focus. His tongue glossed over his bottom lip and my body hummed with anticipation.
This wasn’t what I thought my night would look like when I met him at the cafe. I just wanted closure, maybe a kiss for memories but this was far from what I thought would happen. Not that I was complaining just then, that would come later.
I arched my back as he pushed inside of me. We exchanged satisfied groans, and I looped my arms around his neck to kiss him deeply. His strokes were deep and fast, hard enough that I lost sight of the few perceptions I had left. Whatever reminders of how he had treated me the last few weeks got pushed further and further away with every thrust and every calculated twist of his fingers on my nipple. Eventually nothing existed but him and me in this house, with him inside me, me wrapped around him, our mouths fused together as we fucked.
Then there was my orgasm.
I clawed at his back, having too much fun to worry if I was leaving marks. He threw his arm around my waist to pull me tighter against him, holding me close and very tight as it rushed over me. I felt it in the center first, then it spread through the rest of my body as I closed my eyes to tilt my head back. His lips fell across my neck, kissing along my throat, and he didn’t stop thrusting. I almost told him to stop. I always got too sensitive after an orgasm, but I didn’t tell him, and he didn’t stop. And I was glad I hadn’t say anything because this was much better.
The second orgasm was a surprise to me.
He had pulled out and shot his cock across my breasts and stomach, whilst his hand dropped between my legs to circle around my clit. It came in the middle of his, and he was grunting in my ear. It was a sound he made, deep in his throat that triggered it. And the breathy ‘Fuck’ that accompanied it.
When our sexual highs stopped, I felt sticky all over but didn’t have the energy to do any moving of my own. And he didn’t move much further either. He rested his head against my shoulder as he softened against my leg, and I threaded my fingers through his hair and tried to catch my breath.
I thought for a moment, my fingers stroking the back of his neck thinking how I should leave. This was hot enough, but it was a mistake.
“Alex…” I said, my heart picking up and anxious beat immediately as I heard my own voice.
“Yeah?” He asked.
Would I be asking too much if I suggested another go? Oh well, we had already done it once, no need to find any sort of morality now.
“Can we… can we go to bed?”
He didn’t answer at first. I knew he had heard me. He was probably thinking up a delicate way to refuse, maybe something a little more original than, “I’ve got an early start in the morning.”
Languidly, he pulled his head from my shoulder and angled his lips to mine for a deep kiss. He pulled away from me and I heard his footsteps going away from me and held a slightly disappointed sigh as he turned the lights on with the quickly growing darkness around us.
I slid off the table and scanned the floor for what belonged to me, thinking I should probably leave.
“Come on,” he said, startling me a bit. I found him sprawled on his back across the bed. I could see him clearly, every part of him. The strong plane of his chest, the deep-V of his hips, the muscled arm behind his head, the head of his cock peeking through his fingers as he fisted himself lazily.
I stepped towards him and smiled when he smiled at my approach. I sat next to him on the bed and rested a hand on his thigh, watching the progress of his fist. Up and down. Up and down. A harder tug of the head, and a hiss at the back of his throat.
When I pulled my hair over my shoulder, his fingers slid across them to hold them up, and I was sure he knew what was coming. When I lowered my mouth and took in the head, his hips lifted off the bed just slightly, but I noticed, and it made me proud. I filled my mouth with him, and when I drew up, I looked towards him. He was watching me and that moment was more erotic.
I held his gaze as I dragged my tongue along the shaft, and his mouth hung open to let out a low breath. I took him inside my mouth again, taking him as deep as he would go before my gag reflex kicked in and moved my mouth back up, hollowing my cheeks along the way. When I got to the head, I lingered and sucked even harder, moving my tongue around making sure to get the slit. He groaned in response.
I licked the underside of his cock, making sure to wet it as much as possible. I took his balls in my mouth, gently toying with it whilst I pumped his shaft with my hand. He squeaked at the sensation, causing my heart to flutter with pride. I went back to giving attention to his dick and his hands massaged my scalp. He changed my rhythm by bobbing my head up and down lightly, but never pushing past my limits.
I looked up at him, keeping eye contact.
“Fuck!” he muttered, leaning his head back.
That sound and his reaction, blissful torture etched across his handsome features, got me wetter and tingly between my thighs. One of my favourite things to watch was him lose control because of me and now I had him in the palms of my hand again – literally.
I switched up the pattern, going from sucking to licking to giving attention to his balls again.
I recognized those moans he made when he was buried inside me and when I heard them again, I recognised how much he was enjoying this. His hips were jerking more erratically and he kept gagging me more and more – I knew what was coming.
“Babe,” he groaned. His fingers tightened in my hair and his hips bucked against my mouth, causing me to gag more and more as my head bobbed up and down.
“I am going to… I…” he muttered. His dick throbbed and I pulled away just as he short spurts of cum from the slits of his length. It shot at my face then on my chest and I pushed his cock away, causing the remaining ones to hit him on the belly and his sheets. I scrunch my face slightly at the sticky feeling his cum left behind.
His leg was still twitching when I looked up at him. There I was, a slight dribble of his cum spilling down my cheek which I wiped away hastily beneath his gaze. He grinned and pulled me up into his lap and kissed me.
My lips pressed back to his, tongues tangling together as I pressed down against his flaccid cock. It was long moments before we broke the kiss, allowing me to catch my breath.
“I think we should clean up,” he stated, glancing down at my heaving breasts where part of his cum still lingered.
“Yea, I am sticky and not in a good way.”
A laugh bubbled from his lips which caused me to lean in to steal another kiss.
“And then after I can repay you,” he mused out, hands squeezing my ass before he abruptly stands, with my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards his bathroom, his strength never failing to marvel me.
We stood beneath the shower of hot water streaming over our bodies, washing away the sweat and stickiness from our earlier activities. I loved the delicious feeling of his hands on my breasts. My back arched into his touch, his chest leaning in to trap me against him.
I leaned my head back against his chest, looking up at him with my mouth hanging open when his fingers rolled my nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel the arousal growing again.
He soaped me up, slowly stroking the shower sponge over me, lingering here and there to drive my desire up. My heart pounded at the tenderness he was giving me. Then, he washed my hair, his strong, capable fingers massaging my scalp with delicious, drugging pressure. I was once again burning with the need for him by the time I rinsed off.
Turning around to face him, I took the sponge from his hands. Mimicking his actions, I take time lathering him up. My hands lingered at his crotch, where I cupped and massaged his sack, then stroked his cock until he growled at me to move on. I knelt and cleaned him down to his feet, then looked up at him and licked the tip of his hard, bobbing dick. He gasped quietly, his fingers getting tangled in my hair. She could see what he wanted, but instead of shoving himself in my mouth, he tugged me up by the hair. Then, turning, he pressed me to the shower wall.
Dropping the shower sponge, I looked into his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as his erection nudged my pelvis. I gasped when his hands cupped my face. My own hands gripped his wrists, and I watched with bated breath as he leaned down. He frowned slightly, his lips a breath away.
“Ahgi,” he whispered, his hands tightening on my face just before he took my lips.
It was a slow, languorous melding of flesh. In that moment, I felt connected to him in an unexplainable way, as he made love to my lips. My arms came over his shoulders and clasped the back of his neck; his hands stroked down my sides and pulled me closer to him. I molded myself to his body, my leg coming to snake around his thigh, pulling him even closer. I moved against him, my body telling him in no uncertain terms what it wanted.
He wasted no time. He hitched me up against the wall, his hands cupping my ass, then sawed his stiff shaft along my dewy lips.
I whined, “In me, in me, please. I need you in me.”
He moaned, lifted me up, found my entrance with his tip, then pushed his way in a slow, never-ending thrust. I cried out into his mouth, all of a sudden feeling that fullness, the delicious, addicting tightness. He fucked me up against the shower wall with slow, patient determination whilst paying homage to my hungry lips. When he said my name, I shuddered and mewled. I held onto him, my own hips moving to meet his as best I could. The tenderness is what did me in, and I came in shuddering waves, capturing his cock with my convulsing channel. He stroked harder into me, his mouth coming to kiss and bite at my neck and ear. I continued coming as he raced to his own peak. He punctuated his thrusts with cries of pleasure, the sounds doing nearly as much for me as the fucking.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, yes! Ahgi!” he cried out and thrust hard, his cock throbbing for a moment inside me before he withdrew as he emptied himself against the floor and my belly, his entire body shivering with release. He leaned hard into me, hips rocking reflexively, his chest heaving in great gasps.
I felt his lips rub lightly over mine. I opened her eyes, then closed them again and moaned against his lips, giving in to one last kiss. My legs were wobbly again when he set me down, but I managed to stay upright, a giggle in my throat. We rinsed off once again, then stepped out of the shower and dried off.
