“No.” She turned and pushed him flat to the bed. “No, that’s not how this goes.” She straddled his body, grinding herself against the hard line of his cock. “How this goes is I convince you. I push you.” She ripped his shirt, popping the badly sewn buttons. “I don’t want to repeat what happened, I want to do what I never had the chance, had the courage to do.” She pushed herself against his body, the pressure on her clit making her squirm and he thrust up into her. He began to breathe quickly as she ground herself against his cock, riding it through his pants and the thin cotton of her knickers. All too quickly she could feel an orgasm building, and slowed her pace until he was writhing underneath her, hands clenched in the bedspread.
This was something of an experiment. I wanted to redo, flip and rework the whole ‘schoolgirl’ thing. Because, god, what I wouldn’t have given to have been able to explore my own desires at that age? I was voracious, but I was surrounded by all these constraints and controls, not just about ‘good girls don’t’ but even when I wanted to, I had someone else there trying to take it further than I wanted.
I wish I’d had a chance to be in control.
So this was how I experimented with that idea. It didn’t go anywhere, not really, but I think I still like it. It doesn’t really work, but I like it.
(also, does anyone else have trouble with names in erotica? I wrote this a while back and since then I’ve made a new, wonderful, friend…who shares the same name as male character in this)
He kneeled down and slipped my socks off, stroking along my shins, my calves, the arches of my feet and the bones in my ankles. My usual impatience was gone, replaced by an ethereal sort of contentedness. He pulled me to my feet to let my pants drop and pool on the floor, then traced the seams of my underwear, the lines of the printed roses while I stood. He cupped my breasts, my puckered nipples aching. His hands were hot, rough in places and he could palm the entirety of the flesh.
“You’re lovely.” He whispered, shifting in close. “Lovely and perfect.” His fingers brushed over the plastic wrap, and I felt myself shift out of that languidness into fierce desire.
“You’re perfect.” I cupped his face and ran my thumbs over the grooves beside his eyes, the little lines I hadn’t noticed inked into his temples and disappearing beneath his hair. “You’re a miracle of timing.”
I finally kissed him then, soft and sweet at first, then teasing his mouth open to plunder him. His hands clutched at my hips, and I writhed against him, finger busily unbuttoning his shirt and pants.
I stared into her face as I pulled at her nipples again, drawing them further away from her body this time and pinched harder and when she moaned again I couldn’t help myself. I stripped my shirt off, my jeans, my trunks, and stroked myself once. Just once. Anything else and I knew I’d come as quick as she did. I couldn’t work out how DL was still going, still fucking her. I took my hand off my cock, slick with the precome leaking almost constantly now, and pushed two of my fingers into her mouth as I pinched and pulled at her nipples with the other. She didn’t bother licking, just pushed her head forward to take my fingers deep into her mouth, sucking them. I moaned and pulled my fingers free to kiss her fiercely, pulling at her hair and biting her lips.
(it was harder than I expected to pull a section of this one out – lots more emotional context than usual for me, and I’m not practised at writing threesomes so it feels terribly clunky in places)
I touched him, constantly, without conscious thought. At the lights I would stroke my fingers over the shining gold strands of hair crowning his knuckles. Or the short, almost velcro like, fuzz at the back of his head. If we were close together I would find myself with my hands on him. The line of his ear, finding his collarbones by touch alone, the soft flesh on the underside of his arm. But nothing compared to running my fingers through that patch of hair low on his belly leading down to the thickly furred patch between his thighs.
Untitled, unfinished, no idea where it’s going.
We both moved, and met. Her mouth was soft and full and her teeth were sharp. I kept my hands on her and moved us so I could sit her on the bench and kiss her without having to bend or pick her up. So I could have both hands free to grasp the fleshy parts of her hips and squeeze and bring her closer to me and I could finally press my aching cock against her. When I did, her hips thrust up against me and she moaned into my mouth.
“Fucking hell.” We both said it but it was her hands yanking at the fabric between us. I didn’t have a chance to be self-conscious, to think about how looked, because she wriggled off the bench to drop to her knees and press her face into the curve beneath my belly and bite on the soft flesh there, mouthing at me as her hands worked. I revelled in it but when she finally got my jeans undone I pulled her back to stand.
Inspired by this, and it starts in a library but I just couldn’t finish it there. Damnit. But it does feature condomless sex so that’s one goal done and dusted.
I breathed deeply, and slowly, as the images came thick and fast. I knew I was staring at her throat but couldn’t stop, not until I heard another laugh, smothered into a cough. San was sitting next to me and had obviously seen my distraction.
“You look like you want to eat her alive.”
He didn’t bother sugarcoating it, just went straight for the kill. I tilted my head and considered him. He met my gaze and we held eye contact for just a little bit too long.
“That would be one of the things I want to do.” My own voice was husky, telegraphing my desire. He leaned over to murmur close to my ear.
“I am no longer allowed to participate, but I am allowed to watch…”
(this one has stalled out too but I’ll get there, in the end, I’ll work out why it’s being difficult)
Dav nodded, his eyes on Tian. The other man was still smiling, crooked and wicked, tapping his fingers on his bent knee. Dav looked at them and swallowed hard; they glistened. Tian saw his glance and met his eyes once more, before dipping his fingers into his mouth. Dav made a strangled noise and Alina drew back, looking at him and then at Tian. A blush rose as she took in the tableau. Tian grinned around the fingers still in his mouth, then withdrew them with a lascivious noise.
“Tian!” Alina’s voice was strangled, but her hand was still around Dav’s waist. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Tian laughed, then rose to come and stand close to her, trapping her between the two men.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” He nibbled her neck and Dav felt her hand clutch at his shirt.
“Fuck. What are you doing?” Her voice was strained, but Tian simply turned her so he pressed against her back and pushed her against Dav’s bulk.
“No seriously, Tian, what the fuck man?” Dav’s voice was harsh, but he didn’t move away from Alina’s softness. “This is not cool.”
Tian looked up; he was the same height as Alina, both of them a few inches shorter than Dav.
“You can leave if you want. Or you can watch. Or you can join in.”
(I have such a thing for squishy dudes.)