by J. L. Ostle
“I do kind of miss yelling at you, though. I liked how we wound each other up.”
We both laugh.
“Yeah, I miss that too. You angry is very hot. I liked how you teased me; it made me want you more,” he says with a sly look.
“That’s why I did it: I think I liked that you wanted me. It felt like one big foreplay. We just didn’t get to have a climatic finish.” I bite my lip and I notice his eyes going to my mouth before they are on mine again.
“Yeah. Too bad. I dreamt what it would be like to be inside you—still do—but I’m trying to be your friend.”
I sit closer to him, my body almost touching his. “What if right now I need more than a friend?” I lick my lips.
“What do you want?” he whispers. I notice his chest rising and falling faster.
“I want my control back. I want to pretend that last week never happened, that I let you fuck me at the party.”
“You can have the control. Tell me what to do and I will do it.” His eyes trail down my body making me shiver.
Right now, I need this. All rational thoughts are gone out the window. I want to take my control back. Standing up, I walk to the door and lock it. Turning around I see him still sitting on the bed watching me. Not moving a muscle.
I walk slowly back towards him and he eyes me up like a starved man. I slowly take off my dress, swaying my hips to the imaginary music. I kick my dress away to reveal matching black, lace underwear.
He is bites his lip and I can see his hands fist the sheets. I smile. I love seeing him like this, craving to fulfill his desire for me. I know he has waited years for this to happen. I need to make him want me, and I mean really want me so that after this, he will beg for it to happen again.
I have the power.
I want to keep the power.
I put two fingers in my mouth and suck, never losing eye contact with him. I slowly glide my fingers down, over my breasts, down my stomach until I reach my underwear, which is already soaked. I put my fingers inside and play with my wet folds, gasping at the contact. I let my head fall back as I play with myself and spread my legs a little wider so I can get better access.
I moan out to the room.
I desperately want him to come to me.
I want him to touch me—to use his fingers instead of my own.
I hear him groan. I open my eyes and to see his are on my covered pussy. I pull my fingers out and walk slowly towards him. “Open your mouth.” He does. I slip my fingers inside. “Suck.” His mouth closes around my fingers, sucking my juices—tasting me.
I pull them slowly out and step back, tugging down my wet panties and kicking them to the side. I kneel down and then sit, leaning back on one hand and spreading my legs so he can see how wet I am.
I watch his eyes move all over me.
When they meet mine, I see how hooded they are and how much he is trying not to touch me. I start to finger myself again, spreading my legs as wide as I can go.
“Fuck,” he roars. I love how husky his voice has gotten. I start to play with my clit, pinching, rubbing harder. My legs shake. I am going to come soon, I can tell by the ache building in my stomach.
“Touch yourself,” I hardly get out. I watch him and it’s like he is in a daze while he is watching me. “Touch yourself, now,” I command, and he does. He pulls his jeans and boxers off as fast as is humanly possible. I watch him grasp his cock. His head rolls back. “Watch me, keep watching me,” I pant out.
The power alone is getting me off. I love this kind of control.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out.
I smile at him. I rub my clit harder. I feel my orgasm go through me. My fingers are soaked with my come. He is still stroking himself, and seeing his hand glide up and down on his cock makes me turned on all over again. I crawl to him, never letting his eyes leave mine. I kneel between his legs and move his hand away, replacing it with mine. I start to lick the head of his cock.
“Oh, fuck. Holy shit, Winter.” His hand goes to my head, fisting my hair.
I take as much as I can of him in my mouth. I taste the pre-cum. I suck harder. I feel his cock muscle pulse. I am not going to let him come unless he is inside me. I stop, and he groans with the loss.
“Winter, please.” I lick the head of his cock; he moans with such pleasure. I stop. He groans again.
“I want you inside me, now.” I sit back on the floor and move back, opening my legs for him. “If you don’t oblige, I am sure I can find someone who will,” I tease.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Don’t you want to come too Joshua?” I pant out his name. “Don’t you want to feel your big, hard cock inside my tight, wet cunt?” I say slowly. He groans but doesn’t move. I crawl back towards him licking his cock again before I stand up straddling him, his cock near my entrance.
I can feel the warmth of him.
“Fuck,” he moans into my neck. I smile.
“Don’t you want to fuck me hard Joshua?” I breathe into his ear. “Feel how tight I am? Feel me come around your dick? Don’t you deserve this, all that waiting and dreaming?” I lick along his jaw. “Come inside me; let me feel you.” I start to rub my wetness all over him. I feel him losing control. His eyes are shut tight. His knuckles have gone completely white. “Look at me.” He does. I see how much he wants me, how much he is dying for this to happen. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me scream out your name. FUCK ME.”
And that’s all it takes.
He grabs me by the waist and flips me on the bed. He quickly grabs a condom from his pants pocket putting it on Without giving me a two-second thought, he rams inside me. I scream out in such pleasure. I dig my nails into his back as he pumps into me like a fucking animal. I dig my nails in harder, causing him to moan. I know it is turning him on.
“FUCK,” he shouts out. I bet everyone can hear us, but I don’t care. I arch my back to him, matching his pace and I feel him go in deeper.
I moan into his shoulder. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I beg.
He does; he goes as fast he can. I feel the ache build up—I am close, so close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” We both curse out in release. I feel his cock filling up the condom and he slumps on me, his face turned into my neck.
Sixteen
Winter
“Why have we not done that sooner? That was fucking amazing. You are such a dirty girl, Winter. That was so much better than I ever thought possible.” He gets off me and lies on his back, smiling at the ceiling.
“Because I was the Ice Queen, and you are the stupid jock,” I joke.
“I am an idiot. We could have been doing that the whole fucking time. I should have been nicer to you from the very beginning. The whole hate thing we had was hot, but that… you touching yourself, you watching me touch myself…. I think I went to fucking heaven.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I giggle.
I lie on my side and start to stroke his arm, watching him look so sated.
“That’s the other thing I enjoyed,” he says after a moment.
I look at him confused. “What?”
“You telling me what to do—telling me to watch you, to fuck you, telling me how good you would feel. What guy could resist that? If that’s you having control, you can control me anytime you want.”
“Well, I will have to make sure I dominate you in the bedroom then. I am your sex Goddess and you will do what I say. If I say, touch yourself, you do. If I say, lick my pussy, you do.” My breathing starts coming out in pants. God, I am turned on by just saying this. I see his chest rising faster and faster: he is turned on by hearing this too. “If I say, fuck my wet, aching pussy, you do. Can you handle that?” I feel myself getting wet all over again.
“Yes,” he breathes out. I know it will only take him a few minutes until he is back in action, but I need to come now.
“Good boy. Now, go in between my legs now and suck my clit; make me come.”
He
looks into my eyes and I look at him sternly. I now know he loves being told what to do, me taking control.
I love being in control.
I love having power over him.
I love being the boss of him.
He licks my thighs and I grip his hair. He slowly starts to lick up towards my folds and sucks on my clit. I groan from the pleasure. I am so sensitive down there right now. He starts licking harder and I feel my legs shaking again. I need to come. I want to scream out how bad I need to come right now.
“Suck me harder, make me come.” I grip his hair harder. After a couple of minutes, I come all over his mouth telling him to suck every last drop of me.
I love, love, love taking control.
It is my new turn on—telling him how to please me, when to fuck me. I think that’s what I have been searching for to help me move on.
Control.
Maybe I’m fucked up.
Maybe I am a control freak in general. But I don’t give a shit. If this pleases me then I’m going to do it every chance I get.
I stand up gathering my clothes, getting dressed, and once I’m sorted, I look to Joshua who is waiting for me with a happy look all over his face that causes me to laugh at him.
“There is something we need to get straight before we leave,” I tell him.
“What’s that?” He smiles, walking towards me taking my hands.
“I don’t want a relationship. I am not your girlfriend and you’re not my boyfriend.” I see the smile on his face slowly go.
“So what are you after?”
“I want us to keep being friends but with some perks.” I wink at him.
“You want a ‘friends with benefits’ type thing?”
I shrug. “If that is okay with you.”
He ponders over it for a moment. “So I still get to sleep with you.”
I smile, nodding. “Yes, you get to sleep with me. This is more beneficial for both of us without all the drama. I’m just not ready for anything like that.”
“I get it. Let's just have fun and not overthink this.” He cups my face and kisses me gently. “Now let’s go get a drink.” He takes hold of my hand and opens the door and I freeze when I see Drake sitting on the floor.
He stands up when he sees us comes out, and I see sadness written all over his face. I am sure he knows what went on in the bedroom.
“Hey.” I try and smile.
“I was told you both came up here, I was just seeing if you wanted to go home, but I see you don’t,” he says before walking away.
I chase after him, calling out his name, but he ignores me. “Drake, please wait,” I beg, and he finally stops when he gets to his car.
He turns and faces me, and I see so much hurt in his eyes. “Him? I have held you as you’ve cried, listened to you say how you can’t be with someone right now and then you sleep with Joshua.” He waves his hands in the air. “I have been there for you.”
“I know you have and I appreciate that you have, you have been an amazing friend.” I try and take hold of his hand, but he pulls it away.
“Friend. Of course, I would be just a friend. Who am I kidding? The nice ones never get the girl.” He shakes his head.
I feel tears prickle my eyes. “Drake, please. I just needed…” I stop. I don’t know how to explain it to him.
“You needed what? A good fuck? Someone, to take your mind off everything?” I nod. “I don’t even know why I am upset by this. I am overreacting. I need to go.” He turns but I block his way.
“You can’t leave me,” I cry.
“Winter, go back to the party; go have fun.” He looks to the ground.
“Drake stay with me,” I plead.
“I have to go. I’ll see you around, Winter.” He opens his car door. I look at the house then back to him and before I think twice, I pull him towards me, kissing him. I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him hard. It takes him a second before he starts kissing me back. I arch my body into him and he pins me against his car, lifting my legs so they wrap around his waist. The kiss is hard and needy and I swear I feel it vibrate all over me. I pull his hair, squeezing my legs so he has to push further into me. I feel like I can’t get enough. I feel his erection press against my core and I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back, his forehead pressed against mine. “Winter,” he says, breathlessly.
“I didn’t know you could kiss like that.” I smile against his lips.
He chuckles. “I didn’t think a kiss could be like that.”
“I want to go home now,” I tell him.
He looks behind me then back to me. “What about Joshua?”
“He isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t need to tell him my whereabouts. Right now, I just want to be with you.”
He helps me stand and guides me to the passenger side of the car and assist me in then walks around getting in his side. “Winter, before we go, what did that kiss mean?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I just knew I couldn’t let you go. I need you.” It’s a stupid explanation but it’s all that I can come up with.
He nods. “Okay.”
He drives us back home and we sit in the car looking up at the building. “Winter, what do you want in general, deep down?”
I think about it. What do I want? “I want to be happy. Trent made me happy, then you and Joshua made me happy the past week, yet I feel something is missing, but I don’t know what it is.”
“You know you can’t have me and Joshua.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“I’ll always be your friend, but I won’t share you. You need to decide if you want to be single, be whatever you and Joshua are or be mine.”
I look to him on the last word. “Do you want me to be yours?”
“Do you even have to ask? I’ve wanted you for so long, but I’d rather you be happy and follow what you want.” He steps out of the car and leans against the front.
I climb out and stand next to him. “I am used to men wanting me. They see a pretty face and all they think about is sex, but I never thought I’d have to choose someone. It's crazy thinking how the last two weeks have changed my life so much,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“You are an amazing girl, Winter. Trent saw it. Joshua and I see it. Don’t rush into anything you don’t want.”
I take hold of his hand. “How did I get to deserve you?”
“Good fortune.” We both laugh.
I move, standing in front of him. I put my hands in his hair, and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch. I move closer to him. Right now, I feel like I’m seeing him properly for the first time. His eyes stay closed, and I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. His eyes open, looking into mine before he closes his them again, kissing me back and pulling me into him. One of his hands is in my hair as the other pulls in my body.
I moan into his mouth. I feel his erection press against me and I start grinding myself against him. He pulls back, his forehead going to mine. We stand there panting.
“I don’t think we should do this,” he says, looking to the ground, not at me.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that,” I breathe.
He looks up and I see how dark his eyes have got. I know he wants this.
I don’t just want this.
I need this.
“Drake, I need you,” I say softly.
I glide my hands down his chest, down his hard-toned stomach. I hate that I’ve never taken advantage of his body before. Just feeling all his muscles is turning me on. I look up to his eyes and they are watching my hands.
I go to his jeans and I unbutton them, freeing his cock, and taking hold of it. He hisses, shutting his eyes tightly. He is so big and smooth. I slowly rub up and down, as his breathing comes out in pants. I release him and wait for him to look at me. When he does, I lift my dress, showing him my bare pussy. I move myself, guiding his cock to my entrance and he moves himself, so he’s bent down a little, helping me give him better access. I push myse
lf further into him, feeling his head enter me. He groans out. He looks at me and it’s like he is holding himself back. I don’t want him to. I want him to fully want me, want this.
I take hold of his chin, so he is facing me. “Drake, fuck me. Please.” I move myself, so he enters more inside me. “I need you to make me feel good. Make me feel good,” I pant out.
“We shouldn’t be doing this; I shouldn’t let this happen,” he says above a whisper.
“I want you Drake. Don’t you want me?”
“I want you so bad. Feeling how good you feel.” His eyes close.
I start moving myself, even though he isn’t fully inside me. But I need all of him. “Don’t you like me?” I start to feel vulnerable. Have I made a mistake? Maybe I am forcing him to do this.
“You know how much I like you.”
I feel tears prickle my eyes. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for making you do this.” I rise up, his dick leaving me, and he moans out.
“Shit,” he shouts, looking at the sky. He looks back down at me and it's like a switch has been pulled. He twirls me around so I’m sitting on the bonnet of the car and he quickly enters me, causing us both to scream out. “Fuck, you fucking feel so good—so fucking good.” He starts moving slowly.
“Drake, God.” I pant out. “Harder, please harder,” I beg.
He rams inside me so hard that I cry out in pleasure. He lifts my legs, so I wrap around him and his fingers dig into my ass, thrusting faster and faster. Looking at him, seeing him like this, is so fucking hot. He’s not the good guy right now; he is letting his lust and want take over him.
I hold onto him for dear life. When I feel my orgasm coming, my legs squeeze him harder and soon I am screaming out his name while he keeps pumping in and out of me before he roars out his own release.
I stay laying on the car, his head on my stomach.
It’s quiet apart from our heavy breathing.
I can’t believe I slept with Drake.
I can’t believe I slept with two guys in a space of couple of hours.