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This is the first installment in a four chapter series - more info on that here.

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Backstory: Hopping on the train for your usual commute, you see her step through the doors a few stops later - and it’s as though your heart misses a beat. When she walks closer, it begins to race. Sitting across from you, she flashes a quick smile before cracking a book.

Over the next few days, the same thing: same seat across from you, always the same book. She never looks up, but soon, you notice… wait. Is she stealing glances your way? Day after day, a little glance - could you be imagining things? You have to test it. The next morning while she takes her usual seat, you get up and walk down the train car. Choosing a new spot, you keep your eyes in her direction… and a tremble ripples through you when she looks up, directly at you. A bashful smile blooms across her beautiful face… the mischief in her eyes makes your stomach drop. Time to make a decision.

Walking by to leave, you hand her a scrap of paper - “Looks like you need a bookmark.” It doesn’t take long for the text to appear - “You waited until my last day in town.” She was visiting home just to help a friend with a big move. Now though, your morning commutes, lunch breaks, and nights are filled with texts, calls, and voice notes back and forth. A few weeks later you’re lounging in bed when she calls, and you notice a curious tone in her voice…

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The air is so heavy with humidity I'm certain I can drown if I take a deep enough breath. New York City is many things, but bearable in summer it is absolutely not. Building rules be damned, I'm going to expire in this sweltering closet of a fifth floor walkup if I don't get out. My only escape - the roof. The building manager posted a small, neatly typed white sheet of paper on the message board just before the heatwave began, with strict and uncompromising rules:

1. No air conditioning units shall be mounted in windows. Historic building code 2831.
2. Absolutely no roof access. Building rule 56 in your resident handbook.

Any residents found to be in violation of these points shall be given 30 days notice.

Signed - asshole who doesn't even live here. Who hires a building manager that doesn't live in the same state as the property they manage? But I digress, on the flip side, this can certainly work to my advantage. Having an off site manager is a blessing in disguise. Sure, you can't get your hot water fixed in any kind of timely manner when the guy has to come from Jersey City to Hell's Kitchen just to personally confirm you're not an idiot who can't turn the right knob before sending out a maintenance ticket, but right now the hot water can stay broken for all I care.

My roommate is in Italy for a family vacation and I haven't seen any of my neighbors on this floor in days. Smart bastards probably ran for the coast and the cool, pulsing lull of the ocean. No one would see me do it, no one could prove it was me. (Thank the stars the owners have been too cheap to install security cameras.)

There's a chain on the door leading out to the roof, and I just happen to have a pair of bolt cutters. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know. One drunken night we must have been in a scavenger hunt mood because the next morning there was an assortment of random shit on our coffee table and the cutters were in the mix. If you ask me it was fate, they were waiting for this moment to arrive.

After hours spent lying in my bed unable to sleep even a second because, surprise, my one window leading out to a small, closed courtyard doesn't invite even a breath of fresh air in, I grab my bed sheet, pillow, the bolt cutters, the frozen water bottle resting between my thighs in an attempt to cool off, phone, headphones, and make my way north. A quick clip of a link and I'm free. The door swings open and a pretty impressive sight lays before me - someone is keeping a garden up here. Maybe this is why we've all been banned from the roof. Our overpriced rents don't include this mini oasis. Who the hell has been holding out? ...Whoever it is can bite me. I refuse to melt to death in my room.

I check my phone - it's half past 12am. For a city with such heavy light pollution I can still make out some stars, and I guess everyone else is trying not to get heat exhaustion as well because it's pretty quiet. The loudest sound within earshot is a cricket hiding nearby, happily chirping away. Taking a turn about the garden I can see whoever put this all in place isn't messing around. There's herbs and a tea garden, trellises of roses, even a strawberry patch. Who'd have thought such a lovely escape existed atop such a rundown old building. This city is surprising like that.

I pick a spot next to the roses - the heat is coaxing the scent from them so beautifully, throw down my sheet and put on a playlist before deciding I'm definitely sleeping up here all night and I don't care if that gets me booted. The very faintest of breezes rolls over my arms and I decide to go all in. Goodbye to every last shred of clothing save my underwear. I don't know if it's from being naked outside in such an open space - though no one from any neighboring building can see me within the garden - or the barely there breeze, but my skin jolts to attention and my nipples are firm little buttons against the sultry night air. I turn up the volume in my headphones, stretch out and -

"Holy shit!"

I all but yell as something knocks the bottom of my foot and makes me spring up. At first I think it's a rat that must have bumped into me but, to my absolute shock, it's my beautiful neighbor from 5B that I may or may not have noticed every single time our paths have briefly crossed.

I'm topless and staring at him, he's blushing something deep and, I think, laughing, but I can't hear it because my headphones are still in. Ripping them out as quickly as I can, I fumble and clumsily pull my sheet up over my chest. I don't even have breath to put to words and his nervous laugh turns into a shy yet seriously mischievous grin.

"I'm sorry, I followed you up here. I probably should have let you know I was here before you stripped down, but you did it so quickly I didn't know what to do."

"Uhmmmm."

"Yeah, probably not the best of situations to officially meet someone for the first time, but, I'm Alex."

We each just stand there, staring at one another, when he starts to casually take his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" I interrupt, slightly alarmed.

"Well, I figure it's only fair - this should even the score. I don't mean to bother you if you don't want company, but it's pretty fucking cool up here compared to my place, so I can just go to another corner and not die from heat stroke over there if you don't mind."

He takes off everything but his underwear and I decide, I'm not protesting. I might have - in other circumstances - but, well, it's hot. The fine man deserves to be comfortable, too.

He pauses "- that was a ballsy move, cutting the chain to get up here."

"Didn't seem there was anyone hanging around to narc to Danilo, so I thought I had nothing to lose. You're just as guilty now though... so you might as well pull up a spot and enjoy the ill gotten gains."

"What're you listening to?"

“The Later Moons."

"You know they're playing here next month?"

"Already have my ticket."

"Me too."

"...Well then," I drop my sheet and his jaw visibly tightens. "You're lucky I don't mind being naked around strangers - provided you're not a total psycho."

"I fancy I'm not. I have a cat, back home - she likes me. I feel like that's got to be worth something."

"Cats can sense the good ones," I agree, "what's her name?"

"Spaghetti."

"Yep, psychos don't name cats Spaghetti, it's too fucking silly, we're all good."

We both ease back down to the ground to relax.

I switch my headphones off so the current song can set the mood as we settle in. My eyes trace down his side, to his hands, and I can't help but notice how strong they look, and dexterous from what I can tell in how he uses them when he talks. I take a moment to wonder what they'd feel like sliding up my thigh and it's almost as if he can sense what I'm thinking because he uses that hand to cover his crotch.

"I'm sorry, it's a side effect of lying near a beautiful, naked woman."

"I'm not offended."

He gives a light laugh and rolls on his stomach. We don't say anything, just listen and stay still to try and keep cool. The longer I'm near him it's like I can feel the hum of his body, and the scent of his skin is teasing me. We look over at one another at the same moment and share a repressed and knowing smile. Maybe it's the heat, or the fact that those dark and welcoming eyes I've caught glimpses of over the months have me curious, but I turn over towards him so that I'm close enough for him to reach for me - and he does.

The kiss is tentative at first, and then so heavy and lush I feel my underwear start to soak through with more than my sweat. He brushes a hand against my hotspot and lets out the slightest, sexiest groan into my mouth.

"Okay - wait, ...wait, is this ok? I don't want you to think I planned or expected this. I absolutely swear I only came up here to cool off. I think it's this heat making me a bit bolder than I usually am..."

"Alex, if you don't run that hand back up my leg I'm going to banish you from my rooftop."

Smart man - he obeys, and drags his fingertips across my inner thigh…. the feeling is bliss.

"Good. Now - quick safety check in, if you catch my drift -"

"I'm glad you asked. I'm clean, are we good to go on all counts?"

"There is a goalie and I'm recently tested, too, so we've got no worries. Well, apart from this heat..."

"Mmm, we'll just have to be sure to take things slow...."

His hands explore the soft fullness of my ass and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg to wrap around his waist. He then begins caressing me from my legs up to my breasts and moves his mouth down to my nipples. I bury his head in my chest and push him onto his back. Sitting up he pulls me hard onto his lap.

"Fffffuuuuccckkk," I moan. His cock is so swollen and my underwear is so wet the sensation of us sliding against one another is nearly too much for me. He begins to kiss my neck and hums -

"So neighbor, tell me, what turns you on?"

"Those hands of yours, I want to see what they're capable of."

He cups my ass with one hand and the outside of my hip with the other and begins sliding me back and forth over his dick at a pace that's maddening in how rhythmic it is.

"Are you a musician?"

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. That and how you're practically keeping a beat as you pull me into you. Bass?"

"I guess I can't help it. Drummer. What do you do?"

"I dabble, sometimes write."

"Interesting. Tell me more about it," in one smooth flip I'm on my back - "later?"

Tugging my underwear down my legs, in no time he has a finger teasing my slit and his tongue is rolling over my clit in a way that causes a fluttery feeling through my stomach. Breaking onto this rooftop is the best decision I've made in months. And I wasn't wrong, those are some damned talented hands. He starts sliding his fingers inside me and I can't comprehend anything but the pleasure. I'm so alert and responsive to his touch it's making me shiver slightly. His fingers are stroking my g-spot while he massages my clit with his devilishly nimble tongue and I can feel my body reward him with the generous flowing of my sweet nectar onto his hands. I feel my legs begin to twitch from the oncoming orgasm but pull his hair to reluctantly stop him - I want to let this one build further. He gives me a questioning look, one I return with a roguish grin -

"Come here."

Our skin, slick from the humidity, makes our movements more fluid and I'm quickly within reach of that cock of his straining against the fabric of his underwear. I slip my hand past his waistband and he lets out a generous groan when I grip him tight. His head is smooth and taught and his shaft defined by ridged veins. I love the feel of him in my hand as I slide it up and down. He bends ever so slightly upwards, and from what I remember from another, similarly curved fling, this is amazing news for my g-spot.

I nearly can't wait, but remind myself that the tension in the buildup makes everything more mind blowing. He starts to drip salty sweet drops from his tip as I continue pulling on him and our mouths crush against each others, his fingers back between my legs, pushing me closer again to what I want so badly. Starting to move south, he puts his hand under my chin and keeps our lips together. Now I want his cock filling my mouth even more.

"I don't get to taste you, too?" I ask.

"As much as I love a good blowjob, your body's got me feeling impatient right now. We don't have to do things in any kind of order."

I reach down again and feel that he is hard as can be, and from the look in his eyes, ready to go.

"My favorite position is where we started."

I don't need to utter a single word more, his briefs are off and he's pulling me onto his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist, we're face to face, studying each other's expression for a long moment before his lips are gently on mine and I'm sitting down onto him. I feel his thickness stretch me and it sets my nerves sparking.

"Alex," I breathe.

My playlist swerves into moodier territory.

We start slow and deep but before long his hands are again on my hips and ass pulling me into him in that rhythmic grinding way that's driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I'm so turned on my entire body is aching deeply. Wrapping my hair around his hand, pulling ever so to tilt my head back, he kisses up my neck and whispers against my ear -

"You enjoy being fucked like this? Outside, under the moon, with a guy you've been fantasizing about?... I've noticed you noticing me…" He lets out a light, breathy laugh. "Did you picture it like this?...Grinding onto my hardness, mmm, while I ask you how you like it?"

"Oh, fuck, uhhh -"

My orgasm surprises me in its swift oncoming and intensity. The shockwaves ripple heavily through my muscles. I twine my arms around his neck and ride the feeling as he holds me tightly against his chest. The pulsing waves rush over me so strongly I can't stop my hips from their swaying up against him, trying to pull every last sensation out of this collision of an orgasm.

"So that's something you enjoy," Alex teases, with a smile and a lifted eyebrow.

I let out a hard, breathy laugh in relief, lean back, and he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and starts gently pulling it while he flicks his tongue against it.

"You have no idea," I pant. "Playing dirty, though, calling me out like that..."

He laughs, "Not sorry."

"How about you? Tell me what drives you crazy."

"I mean, being deep inside you on an open rooftop has me rock fucking hard... making you cum like that... don't worry about me, I'm very much enjoying myself. I say we roll around and find all kinds of positions that feel good."

"You're in luck, I'm limber."

Alex laughs and pulls one of my legs under him, the other over his shoulder as he sinks his cock so deep into me, shifting his weight on top. His thumb teasing my clit, I'm nearly blind with the sensation and I loll my hips up to meet him. Pressing himself heavily on top of me we rock back and forth, finding a rhythm, grinding into one another until I feel that deep swelling again.

Dropping my leg from his shoulder and wrapping it around his waist, pressing close to me, he begins to hum more wildly unfair things that make me go weak.

"How good does it feel, cuming all over my cock? My hands holding you close, as I give you everything you've been imagining... it's better, isn't it? ...better than you imagined. Actually getting to taste my lips, smell our mixed sweat, feel my hardness pushing into you, opening you up, stroking your pussy until you just can't take it anymore..."

I begin to whimper and shake, biting the back of my hand - when he pulls back.

"Whhhhyy have you stopped?!"

"Because watching you unravel like this is such a turn on, I wanted to slow it down for a minute, just so I can do it again...

"Oh, is that all? Just edging me to the point of delirium -"

"That, and I want your second orgasm to be absolutely ridiculous."

He teases me by pushing all the way in and pulling completely out in separate and maddening thrusts.

"Tell me how we get there," he asks.

We resume kissing so heavily it's like a reset button to this sexual escapade and each time he pushes his cock back inside, my body melts around his all over again.

"Lay back." I roll on top of him and sit myself firmly onto his hard on. "Slow you say? Until who? is begging for it?"

I start to ride him... but before I hit my stride he draws his legs up, takes my wrists, pulls them behind my back, holds them there, his other hand at the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. Pushing my hips down on him he starts thrusting and grinding up into me. Holding my gaze, a mischievous look in his eyes, he answers my taunt -

"You. You'll be begging for it, sweetie."

Taking my lips, continuing to hold me so I can't move, can't do anything but take his thick cock like this, I abandon myself to the sensations. So, fucking, good. But - two can play his game.

"You feel me, baby? Gripping your cock, so nicely, as you fuck up into me?" I mumble into his lips.

I feel him falter.

"That's right, you have a weakness too, and it's my wet pussy taking you so well. My soft tits pressed against your chest. Mhmmmm, yeah, I feel you starting to shake, hear your breath unsteadying...."

"Oh no you don't -"

And like that I'm on my side, Alex behind me, wrapped in his arms, his hardness slick between my legs. Both of us laughing at our play.

"Say you want it," his voice is deep and rumbling in my ear. He drags his fingertips up my thighs, my stomach, and cups a hand around my delicate breasts before tangling that hand back in my hair, kissing across my neck and shoulders, his dick slowly pushing back and forth across my inner thighs.

I desperately want him inside me again. Goddamnit this guy is a fucking tease...

I kind of love it.

"I hear those little noises you're trying to contain in that beautiful throat of yours, they're making me, mmmm… throb for you. If only you would just say it, say where you want me to put my cock, and you can have that orgasm I know your body is aching for... get what you want angel..."

Okay, he is much better at this than me, I can't hold out anymore -

Moving his fingers onto my clit I feel his thickness pressing at my wet opening...

"Please, please," I hear myself whisper with a strain of need to my voice.

"Mmmm it's all yours," he breathes.

I collapse in relief at the pleasure of feeling him slowly push back inside me.

"Fuck, I'm not sure how long I'll last once we get going again, this feels absolutely, uhhh." He breathes out a steady long breath as he gives a first full thrust - I let out a moan louder than I would if I gave a damn but I don't - and I feel him hold still for a second.

I want him in to the hilt so I push back and hear him try to stifle a moan.

"Not yet..." a barely audible laugh escapes his lips, "I'm not done letting you know you blinked first... oh, fuck - slow... slow, baby."

He locks my hip in place with his hand and begins sliding his dick in and out so steadily I just want to go crazy on him.

"Goddamn, Alex, that feels unreal."

He picks up the pace and instantly I can feel my orgasm building. My whole body begins to shake and his thrusts get deeper - I hear his breath quicken. He grabs me tighter still as he steadily pumps his cock in and out of my desperately needy pussy. I feel like I'm going to black out as my orgasm starts to roll - and then I feel his fingers back massaging my clit -

Fuck.

A trembling whimper escapes me - he catches my face to turn it and press our lips together just as he starts to moan and cum deep inside me.

Pressing against one another we ride out the pulsing of our orgasms, the throbbing intensity lessens to a dull, pleasurable ache. Slowly, the dim, hazy city lights around us come back into focus and a quiet clam washes over. Just our shallow breathing and that cricket can be heard. I turn to curl up against him.

"Well that was fucking nuts," I say.

He lets out a heavy laugh.

"Yeah, uh, pretty wild. I was miserable about this heatwave until just about an hour ago. Now I think I don't want it to end." He kisses my forehead then pushes his lips against mine.

"Do you feel that? I think the heat is actually breaking, there's a cool breeze. Also, we have until dawn to figure out a way to cover our tracks. I say we sort out that chain and sneak up here again sometime."

“You are nothing but brilliant ideas."

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The party had been winding down for a while and, honestly, I was getting bored. All the engaging people had moved on to the bars, each others' beds, or a show. Only a few of my roommate's burnout hanger-on buddies were still littering our living room. The music choices had gone south with this group too, so I decided the record player on my nightstand and the comfort of my bed were officially too strong a call to ignore.

Music selection for proper mood adjustment is serious business, and at 2 a.m., shoegaze is just about the only thing that will do. Hopping into the mass of blankets and pillows that is the abyss of my bed, I melt into a buzzy relaxation, the mellow glow of a lamp illuminating my cozy room. Second reason for escaping the crowd - I've been horny as hell all night. I don't know what does it for others, but the energy of fun, of witty conversation, and a fine blend of some alluring people does it for me...

Before long, my hands are caressing up and down my inner thighs - exploring and gently tickling the fold where my ass creases at my thigh, lightly dragging my fingertips over my underwear hiding my nectar-y depths.

Suddenly, I hear a playful tap at my door.

"What? Wait, fuck, I mean, who is it -"

I'm caught off guard, buzzed, and touching myself - I'm not at my most eloquent. An adorably genuine laugh I recognize announces to me that it's Theo.

"Caaaan I come in?"

“Don't see why not. I thought you'd left a while ago."

“Yeah, well, Rosy caught me out on the balcony for-fucking-ever as she talked me through one of her latest epiphanies."

"She's been having a lot of those lately it seems. You know she's crazy about you, right?"

"She's not very subtle."

He falls into bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fun night."

"Yeah, Max's friends are a bit of a yawn, and they seem to hang around the longest, but earlier it was. You headed out?"

"Why, are you kicking me out?" He eyes me playfully. "I'm in no rush." He then hesitates and gives me a bit of a weirder look. “Though, I did notice you were busy. I can let you get back to it, if you like."

"Uhhhhh," and a nervously too loud laugh is all my dumb brain can produce. "Well, I mean, fuck. I gave in to an urge… wait! Were you spying on me?"

"If one is leaving the bathroom," he points, "your door left cracked open is the perfect angle to get a shot of the action. If you ask me, you wanted to be caught."

"I see. So you didn't linger then, before knocking?"

Now it was his turn to blush. He's about to say something when another knock comes at the door and Rosy's muffled voice asks if I've seen Theo.

"Fuckkkk, whyyyy," Theo whisper moans. "Help me hide."

"Hide?" I laugh, and he claps a hand over my mouth.

"Emma?" Rosy tries again.

"For real, she's too much for me right now, best hiding spot, where?"

I point to the open window since his hand is still tight on my mouth, and give him an impish grin as he hops off in the direction of the fire escape.

"Emma are you in thereeeee."

"Yeah," I call back, "Sorry, I dozed, what's up?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yep."

"Have you seen Theo? I think he Irish exited, again."

"You know Theo,” I shrug.

“Uhhggg. One of these days I will have my way with him!" She leaves, head flung back in dramatics.

After a minute I call 'Olly Olly Oxen Free' to signal safety. Nada. I guess Theo must have done as he does and disappeared, and so I settle back in to continue my night.

"Shirt, uhg,” I struggle for a second, "beat it!" I announce, pulling off my top, flinging it toward the opposite end of my room. Braless as per, I love the instant freedom of whipping off my shirt. Not a second later I hear a subdued laugh and a tap on my window.

"You rat! Tell me you're still out there!"

"I'm still out here." Theo laughs some more.

"I gave you the all clear!" I chide as I bury myself under my comforter.

"The window locked behind me."

"Well?"

"Well aren't you going to let me back in?"

I think about it for a second and realize there's no smooth way to keep myself covered, so I pull my massive comforter around me as best I can and shuffle to the window.

"Naughty, you," I chide again as I unfasten the latch. From the darkness outside I see his hand only for an instant before it comes up under my chin, and next I know, Theo's lips are on mine. The shiver it sends through my body nearly knocks my knees out. His kiss is intent, his lips lush, and his tongue soon finds my own.

"Wait, wait, waiiitt, what is happening?!"

Pulling himself inside enough that he can sit on the ledge and face me, he grabs my comforter and pulls me into his hips. His legs press the outsides of my thighs to hold me in place.

"I gave in to an urge," he cheekily offers up in echo of my earlier admission. A smile lights up his face.

"I didn't know we had urges about one another...”

"You always were the oblivious one,” he teases.

I pull back and give him an incredulous look. "Noooo, you're fucking with me. Not awesome." I motion to move away and he slips a cool hand inside the comforter around my warm waist.

"Not so fast - I mean it."

"Since when!?"

"Since always!" He seems to be knocked sideways from his normally relaxed demeanor.

I still don't quite believe him, but don't want to deny him his confession again. Truth be told, I'm not upset about it. He came into our friend circle through a bandmate of my roommate, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't instantly notice him. He's always so approachable, and yet guarded. We get along famously, but there was never a vibe I picked up from him that he was interested! We quickly clicked in our shenanigans and had become the heckling muppets from the balcony whenever everyone hangs out, it drives our friends insane. It's just easy with him - oh, wait, I pause - I am, in fact, an oblivious idiot.

"You never once noticed how I seek you out whenever we all get together? Legit, I suffer all the passes Rosy takes at me, just so I don't miss a chance to be near you."

"Why didn't you ask me to ever, I don't know, hang out? Alone?"

"I'm shy!"

"No you're not!"

"Ok, that's a lie. You make me nervous - good nervous! I don't know, I thought I'd missed my window, but then tonight happened so I made my move and here we are."

"Mighty awkward of you."

"Don't," he laughs. "Please don't make this weird for your amusement. I like you. A lot."

"Well - where do we go from here? You've got me in a pretty compromising position."

"Let me get you into more compromising positions?" He grins, almost sheepishly. Maybe he is a bit shy after all.

Another knock at my door breaks the moment.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Is it almost three? Yeah, it's her emotionally slutty witching hour. She probably wants to come in and whine about you ignoring her throwing herself at you."

"What now?"

I think on it for a second.

"I locked the door after she left before. We pretend I'm asleep, and maybe you take your pants off." Even the suggestion of him getting naked causes the aching between my legs to make my stomach flip. "On one condition."

"Name it."

"You really mean what you're saying, and it's not that you just stumbled into a delightful opportunity you couldn't help but see if you could get in on. I mean, I wouldn't want to make you feel used or anything..."

Theo moves both hands to either side of my neck, holding my eyes in a steady gaze. He draws his face closer to mine so our noses touch and then kisses one of my eyelids. "My chest gets tight and my hands sweat when I'm near you, I mean it.”

I take a deep breath in.

"…One last bit of housekeeping, then. Tested recently?”

“We’re completely good to go my dear, you? And do we need protection?"

“Seconding that, and I’m on birth control.”

“Brilliant.”

I run my fingers through his wavy hair and his hand drops back to my side. He pinches and tugs at my nipple - my body quakes in response. A light gasp rewards his touch. I have to hold myself back from pouncing on him. His other hand around the back of my neck, he moves my lips to his and without thinking our bodies are pressed firmly together, our kissing so heavy our deep breaths are making too much noise.

Another knock at my door, "Em, Em, Emmaaaaaaa." We giggle like kids hidden in plain sight during hide and seek.

"Shhhhh. Seriously, we need to be quiet or that very tenacious roommate of mine is going to learn what's going on in here and she will be absolute hell to live with."

Theo places a knowing finger over his lips before putting his hand back over my mouth and begins kissing just under my ear, across my jaw, and down my neck. With his free hand he pushes the comforter off my shoulders. The coolness of the night air breezing in from the window causes me to shiver again, just as he presses his teeth into my shoulder. I yelp under his palm but he shushes me, his lips grazing my ear. I can feel the atmosphere charge with the eroticism of the first time we're touching each other needing to be subdued.

I reach a hand out to touch him and he nimbly pulls it away and behind my back.

"Do you trust I'll be gentle with you?"

“I’ve not known you to be anything but."

Taking his shirt off, he crushes his lips to mine before taking my other hand, bringing the one behind my back in front to meet it, and ties them together with said shirt. Keeping his eyes set on mine as he tugs the knot around my wrists, the mischief in his gaze has me buzzing. What a playful thing he is - I’m so very excited.

"You seem to either have some tricks up your sleeve, or you've thought about this before," I whisper.

"I've thought about you before." He gives a sweet, restrained smile and throws me back onto my bed - I let out a surprised laugh. "You know, you're going to get us caught," he mock scolds before pulling my legs around his waist. His tongue is teasing mine again in no time.

"Tell me what you've thought about."

"Why don't I just show you," he offers in such a hushed tone I barely hear him, but I feel his words pulse through me.

I make him nervous he said, but now it's my turn to be nervous. Good nervous. I start trembling and I feel him freeze.

"You're shaking."

"Anxious excited is all."

"Please sweetie, tell me what I need to do to help you relax."

“Touch me, I want your hands all over me.”

Without missing a beat Theo firmly grabs my hips and gently presses his thumbs into the inside crest of my hip bones. It drives me wild, the sensation it causes through my core. Drawing his one hand up along my side he cups my breast, with the other he tenderly pulls my hair at the base of my neck and kisses behind my ear.

“Fuck, oh my god,” I whisper.

"Good 'oh my god?'"

"Mmmmmmmm," I bite my lip before moaning into his mouth in a heavy kiss.

I can feel his cock so hard against my leg, I angle myself over his thigh to start gently riding him. He gets the cue and lunges his leg tight to me. I want to growl, I want to moan, I want to shout with delight. I think he knows this because his kiss doesn't let me come up for air. His self assurance is such a turn on, I feel so taken care of already - I thrill at his touch. In the middle of all this, he sets my hands free and tears my shorts and panties off in one smooth tug. Dragging his fingertips lightly up and down my thighs, circling closer to my achy, needy slit, I can’t help but tremble in anticipation.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

I nod.

His fingers find my clit and press gently, then begin to roll. My body melts at this touch. The most intense, pure pleasure washes over me.

Reaching for his waistband, I slip a hand down inside, feel the dewy warmth of his cock and wrap my hand around him. Sweat from our play lightly slicks the inside of his thighs. He lets go of me just long enough to undo his belt, pull down his briefs, and he falls out with such a heavy swing I find I'm a bit surprised - though, who knows for what reason. I felt how big he is, but it’s different apprising a situation fully. It’s also much more intense, and satisfying, now having unrestrained access to him. If I wasn't horny before, holding his cock in my hand as he gently thrusts up into my palm has me going more than a little wild.

"I know a way to keep us quiet," I offer in half desperation. He continues to tease between my legs, barely dipping a finger in, and I’m so impatient.

"Do tell,” he hums in my ear... he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

"I'm going to sit on your face, and at the same time, swallow you to the back of my throat."

He huffs out in surprise, I feel his body relax in that moment of overload-weakness when something turns you on to the point of no control, but he catches himself quickly.

"Get over here, you fucking goddess."

A quick tussle around the bed and my hips are hovering above his lips. We both seem to pause, to take in the moment - soon, though, he's pulling me down onto his face and his tongue is gliding along my aching opening, teasing and sucking, the flat of his tongue finding my clit and lapping at it firmly, maddeningly so. I hold my breath in an effort to keep back a groan, and marvel at his gorgeous, thick hard-on. 'Lucky me,' I think. I guide his throbbing head deep down to my throat. The feel of his smooth cock sliding past my lips, into my mouth, coupled with the intoxicating warm scent of his sweat causes me to start bucking my hips against his lips and use my tongue to caress him with more abandon.

“Oh, oh goddamnit,” I hear him mumble.

He pulls me tighter onto his face - the building sensation is getting intense. He pushes a finger inside me and I’m seeing stars.

"Wait - wait," I breathily manage and pull myself off. I can tell this one will take it all out of me - "not yet."

Laying back into the corner of my bed by the wall, I motion with a figure for him to follow me.

Drawing near he asks, “So what's your style?"

"In relation to?" I puzzle.

"What I mean is, how do you want to be loved tonight?” He tucks a rouge lock of hair behind my ear before sliding his hand back between my thighs. "Personally, I usually like things slow and intense - occasionally, a bit rough."

“Mmm, how rough is rough?" I ask, intrigued but cautious.

He presses a finger back inside me, finding my g-spot. I gasp and press into his palm.

“Are you opposed to a stroke of my palm across your ass? Or a hand lightly on your neck, holding your jaw? You say when and control the intensity.”

He slips a second finger in and redoubles his efforts. I arch my back and ache for release.

In answer, I shift my legs to offer him a wide open shot of my delicate, round cheek.

"Yeah?”

"Give it your best shot, but keep it quiet-ish! I'll let you know when it's too much. What should our safe word be…. 'Rosy'?" I giggle at my tease. He claps one hand back over my mouth and seems a bit more serious, or focused, I'm not sure which.

"Let's keep her out of this, how about a simple ‘timeout’?” Removing his hand for a moment, we agree to our word with a generous kiss.

Giving a smart little slap that makes me jolt, he then uses his free hand to guide his cock near to my aching, wet slit. That mischievous look again, it gives me needs. I make a small noise in the back of my throat - he pauses, eyebrow raised over one eye.

"Did you say something?"

I shake my head as best I can with the weight of his hand on my lips. He moves it away and lowers his face to my neck.

"Give me permission," he whispers into my ear.

"Please," is all I offer.

A hand slipped under my knee, he pulls me to face him, wrapping my thighs around his waist. Pinning my arms above my head with one hand, guiding his cock with the other, my breath catches in anticipation. Slowly, he pushes inside me, inch by solid inch, and a wave of pleasure crashes across my body. A breath in and he starts rolling his hips deeply into mine. Oooff, fuck, fuck - fuck. The way his cock fills me, and how he's tapping my clit with the rocking of his hips - I'm way too turned on at this point and am not going to last long.

He’s tuned in - my breathing becomes heavy and his pace turns more deliberate. I feel a finger slide between my ass cheeks and begin swirling across my tight little hole. “Do you want me to press in? Just a bit?"

“Fuck, yes,” I beg, “but I’m so close,” I cry. It’s all too much, too good.

"Cum for me, cum all over me, come completely undone - yes sweetie, get there, get there."

I lose it. I see stars again, the rush and the release are so intense I lose time.

"What, the actual, fuck," I finally manage between panted breath as the pulsing of my orgasm slows.

"You like that?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you liked that," he quietly laughs.

Sitting back, he pulls me on top of him to ride him, face to face. The throbbing aching I feel is so intense it nearly hurts - that sweet shade of wonderful almost-pain only a certain type of pleasure can take on... but I can't stop myself from grinding on his hard cock. I hear him moan before I feel a tart, stinging smack and hear the sound.

"You can't do that!" I whisper, “too loud!!"

The sound of him slapping my ass cracks through the muffled silence of our fucking.

"Can't or shouldn't?"

I keep riding him and he grips my hips firmly as he pulls me into him, our breathing getting more labored as we kiss to keep each other quiet.

“Huhh… oh my god, fuck," he pulls his lips away, presses his forehead to mine and protests - "Honestly baby, I'm close, if you keep riding me like this..."

I bite his lip, hard, and tangle my fingers in his hair. It feels too good to slow down.

He lets out a determined breath and really starts pulling my hips into his. The feeling of him hitting even deeper inside me is startling and I begin to shake, letting out a trembling moan into his mouth. I feel his body tense as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist and holds me to him, rocking up into me. He breathes out a few heavy sighs of release, and pulls me down onto him. Our skin is slick with sweat from working so hard to keep close and quiet. The heat radiating between us is cooled by the breeze from the window.

We lay this way, breath steadying, gazing into one another's eyes as the sweat evaporates from our skin. Theo runs his fingertips up and down my side, giving me little shivers.

"Hey, remember that really embarrassing time last week when I started stuttering... that we somehow have never mentioned since it happened?"

"Haha, yeah I wondered what that was about. I thought you were just way too drunk, you never drink tequila."

"I was, and I got into that rare form because I was working up the courage to tell you I liked you… and because Caleb was teasing me that I’d never do it and kept handing me shots. Oof, never ever again."

"Well, next time I'll just sick Rosy on you, and you can escape into my room. That seemed to do the trick."

"Fuck, please keep that woman away from me. I'll never leave this bed if you don't promise me immediately."

"Well then where's my incentive to promise?"

Grabbing my chin like he did earlier in the night on the fire escape, he teases my lips with his tongue before parting them and kissing me deeply once more. My body responds and his eyes seem to ask - round two?

"I want to watch you have sex with yourself."

“...You what??"

"Tonight."

Her eyes are unflinching, settled - focused. I don't know how to think or move under that gaze. The gauntlet has been thrown down, there's no way out of it.

Lessons have been learned, namely: don't talk a big game about 'whatever you say' when you propose a bet, and, she's not to be trifled with when she declares victory.

"I'll set the stage, you just have to show up... wearing only your pants."

That cool smile, it stirs something in me.

"This feels extreme."

"Excuse you, might I remind you of the last time I owed you a debt? I wound up walking naked through a pub."

"It was half four in the morning! The only people in there were you, me, Frank passed out in the corner, Jenna - who sees you naked daily and, might I add, why I chose the claim, since you boasted about being a naked person, constantly flitting about unabashed - and Colin the barman shied his eyes away because he is a gentleman."

"You looked."

"That was the point."

"And I have a point as well."

What she could mean by this causes me to swallow unintentionally. I feel my throat go dry.

"Well, I guess then -"

"Exactly, see you at eight!"

She hops out of her chair as airily as if she'd just said - 'See you at the match! Be sure to wear team colors!' There's a fluttering about my chest. The mix of turned on and freaked the fuck out I am is causing system wide malfunction. I go to reach for my drink and miss by a mile.

'Have sex with myself,' I think. All of a sudden, I forget entirely how to go about it. Conscious of the fact that I'll be watched - nay, observed, studied, by a wily goddamned minx - I feel my knees shake. If I was standing just now, this table would go down with me.

...And yet?

I let the idea play out in my head before remembering I'm in public, and I snap to, wondering who could have heard all that was said. I look around and everyone's wrapped up in their own intrigues. I'm alone with my very loud thoughts.

Right, what next. A shower, food? Should I bring her food? Stupid, this isn't a date. What the hell am I even thinking? What the ever-loving fuck did she mean by she 'has a point.'

I calm myself down long enough to pay the bill and set my course for home. I've got six hours to prepare for... whatever this is, and what the fuck do I do until then? I decide to hop on my bike and race around the city. If my pulse insists on being high I might as well do something with all this unsettled energy.

Exhausted, starving, sufficiently distracted, I'm back at mine and there's a text waiting for me.

'Is she mental,' is my first thought. This is not a lost bet, this is some kind of vengeance. Must not have like that pub stroll one bit, I'm realizing. She's toying with me.

On my phone is a photo of her legs - those ridiculously sexy, toned legs - in sudsy bathwater, the photo cropped just so I can almost -

'Five years, countless trips, concerts, drunken nights - and all the opportunities that come with that foolishness - we get on like a house on fire and not even once an accidental kiss or flirty touch,' I proclaim to thin air, ‘and now she wants to watch as I bring myself to orgasm.' That flush of nervousness, and something unknown, rushes through me again. 'What is her point? When I had her strip down it was to prove she wasn't as blasé and liberal about her nakedness as she claimed. I was wrong, but -'

"inspiration." reads the text bubble under the photo.

'Maybe she's trying to embarrass me like I may have her. This is her way of reclaiming some power. Lure me in and cut the string. Cheeky game, darling.'

These rubbish thoughts having taken hold, like any idiot I'm now looking forward to tonight's antics and to prove she has no control over me. 'I'll put on a show and have her aching for me. Uno reverso.'

Dropping trou in the hallway, I'm on my way to the bathroom mid polishing off a bowl of ramen, feeling pretty confident. It's only after I've had time to relax in the steam of the shower that the thought occurs to me - 'Do I bring protection? Is this presumptuous? Better to just be prepared? You stupid bastard what have you gotten yourself into. She's already in your head.'

"door's unlocked"

I see the text just as I'm turning onto her street. It's not too late, I can still turn and run. 'Oh mate, you're doomed,' I think, 'best to just surrender to the moment.' Deep breath. My heart slams against my chest thinking about the look in her eye when she named her claim. It all manifests in an appropriate excitement for the task ahead. 'Calm down, calm down -'

"Hey! Emma!"

Do I sound as high key to her as I do in my head?

"I thought I said in your briefs!"

"Wait, you truly meant for me to arrive here half naked in the dark? It's legitimately starting to snow."

"Eh, minor detail, at least you're here, yay! I've the room all cozy for us, c'mon up."

This feels surreal - are we both living the same day?

Speaking of clothes: taking stock, she's wearing a button front thermal, and the way it clings to her breasts, the soft slope and the heavy droplet shape, the gentle bounce as she walks, I just -

"Hey Emma, I -"

"Want something to drink?"

"I want to ask you if you're sure. You know our friendship will completely change after this. We stand to lose a lot if we're not as sophisticated as we think we are."

"You can back out at any time. You know there's no obligation, and if you're not comfortable that's absolutely not okay. We've always said that of our games and it's true. You only need to say the word, invoke the clause, and we'll grab takeaway instead. There's a funny panel show on tonight."

She says it so coolly, a smirk playing on her lips.

Immediately, my ego flares - the impetus for all dumb things done on this planet - and I decide I'm more than game. I will not be announcing to all our friends that once, indeed... you know what, we're not going to think about that right now, and goddamnit should I never have told her that. Yes, there's a backdown clause, it's having to admit a secret to our friend group if we don't make good on the claim from a lost bet. It's just now striking me that we play shameless games and, ah yes - the exact wrong time to notice it, after I upped the ante.

I remind myself that this woman, when dared, walked naked in public, with poise... and I'm specifically now remembering the line her body draws from her shoulder, in at her waist, down her hip, up and around her ass. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck.

Snapping out of my abstraction I see a gleam in her eye. She fleetingly bites her lip and motions to follow her upstairs. Something shifts. I realize - impossibly - I've never even been to her bedroom, and I really want to be there right now... more than anything.

I hear the beers she's holding by the neck clinking in her one hand and I'm absolutely entranced by her ass swaying before me as we climb the stairs. If I don't start some kind of meditation this will be a very brief payback.

Her room is on the top floor where the ceiling angles down, her bed tucked up against one slanted side, cozy flannel sheets, some candles about. My senses heightened, I see the snow begin to cling and pile at the windowsill. She's got a tune on low through her record player.

"Inviting," I manage.

"I'd hoped so, I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything."

There goes that theory.

"I'm just curious," she continues.

"Curious? Ha! You've requested that I touch myself in front of you out of curiosity?"

"Think of the roles reversed and maybe you'll get it."

Well fuck, she's right, and now I can't stop thinking about it. I feel myself press against my pant's front and wonder how this is all going to go down, get started.

Her hand outstretched, she's offering me a beer. I grab it and sit on the bed's edge. She settles in a comfy, wide chair just to the side, facing it near the foot.

"Cheers."

"Cin, darling," she says, with the widest grin I've ever seen.

I start undoing my shirt and she gets up to switch the record.

"Preference?"

"You know, I've a habit of diddling myself to Stravinsky's Rite of Spring."

"That's truly twisted."

Her giggle puts me at ease and I find I'm getting even more excited.

"For real though? Sleep Series."

"Mmmm."

‘Worst Taste in Music' kicks on. I smile, shake my head, and pull at my belt.

"Is this all really not for a laugh?" I ask, while she's still back to me.

"No."

She doesn't turn, I see her foot lightly tapping. That shift in the air from earlier happens again. It feels like getting deep into something. I loudly drop my belt to the floor.

She faces me and returns to the chair, slowly sinking back into it.

I think I see her own shirt a bit undone, but I can't be sure. I take one hard pull on my drink and - fuck it, shirt comes off, trousers next. I'm standing not far from her, just in my pants, and it's apparent I'm ready for this.

"Tell me to take them off," I test her one last time.

A beat of silence, but her gaze is unshaken - I think I see the corners of her mouth momentarily twitch into a smile.

"Take them off."

A hand unconsciously travels to her lips and she momentarily covers her mouth.

Her eyes lower in a way that makes my chest flutter and cock stiffen harder, if that's even possible. The rasp in her voice makes me shiver.

I pull my pants down, my cock drops into my hand, near to her face. I think I notice her lips tremble and my mind is alert to how plush they look. I step backwards to the bed. Sitting deeper into it, I make myself comfortable, leaned against the headboard. My farthest knee up, the other leg dropped open towards her, I sit like this gently touching myself while the moment settles.

"Any directions, requests?" I ask. There's a slight edge in my voice, like I'm challenging her to give something away. That she's thought about this at length, about me.

"This is your moment, you call the shots."

"Ha, do I?"

"Maybe." Her eyes flash.

I begin stroking myself, our eyes are locked, I feel like I have to remember to breathe. The moment is holding me like a vice. I stroke over my head and a pant escapes my lips. She shifts in her chair. I start to wonder... what if?

The next song comes on.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she ventures.

I wait a beat.

“You. Under me."

Noticeably, even in the lamplight, I see how she sucks in her breath at my directness, this fantasy.

She opens her mouth as if to say something, takes a deep breath, and then a drink instead.

"What if I were to tangle my hand in your hair, and take your lips for mine right now?"

"What if?" she returns.

My eyebrow jumps up.

I see her chest heave.

I hold still.

"What if I were to come over there?"

"And then what?"

Shifting myself towards the edge of the bed, she draws up in her chair.

The slowness, the charge in the room, do I dare really cross this line?

"What if I were to be in your mouth? What would that be like?"

"Well, first, I think you'd feel my lips part around you… soon, the sensation of hitting the back of my throat, and then, I'd moan."

Is she fucking serious?

Standing up, I motion her to come.

She untangles her crossed legs from beneath her and moves towards me. Reaching for her, wrapping an arm firmly about her waist, with my other hand I cup her ass. My hands travel up to her neck, delicately around, and I hold her chin up with my thumbs, tilting her gaze to mine.

"Emma, please," I hear the need in my voice, "I really want to kiss you."

She nods.

Pressing my lips to hers, I soon dip my tongue into her beautiful mouth and we hit a tipping point, a passion overtakes us, and the measured calm that held steady before this moment melts away. My nakedness is pressed up against the softness of her clothes and I feel electric.

I pull at her waistband, slip a hand between her legs and my good fucking god if she isn't soaking wet and so very warm.

"What if I were to be caressing... kissing... thrusting into you?” I mumble in-between kisses.

"I'm certain I'd be begging for more."

"Goddamnit," I breathe out in shock. Who is this panther I've known for years?

"What if I were to make you cry out my name?"

"Would I do it right away? How loud would I be?"

"Softly at first, initially just a moan - nearly gasping my name."

Moving her backwards, gently directing her down into the chair, we pause. Her eyes, looking up at me, seem beckoning. She did say I was calling the shots.

Slowly, I get closer, run my fingers along her jaw and slip my thumb across her lips, gently parting her mouth and dipping it inside. She ever so delicately drops her languid tongue out as she opens her mouth wider -

"Are you certain?"

"Very," she says in a hushed tone, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth.

"Tell me plainly."

A flash of mischief crosses her face - "I want this."

"All of it?"

"Every inch."

Her eyes narrow as she says this, my knees nearly abandon me. Fuck's sake, and I'll give it all to her. 'Deep breath, deep breath,' my head shouts.

"First though - protection?"

"You mentioned last week you were tested after your recent fling?"

"Yes. I'm all clear."

"Same. And I'm on birth control, so that's no worries."

Settled then.

She reaches for my thigh and draws me in, I lean down to kiss her again. She tilts her head and kisses my hip, my thigh, teases my balls with her tongue before slowly taking me in her mouth. My legs give a slight quake, her mouth is so soft and my need for her so fucking strong.

The ceiling being slanted down enough here that I can lean an arm against it, I bury my face into my bicep as I try in vain to stifle a moan. She wasn't kidding, she takes me deep and I feel my balls tighten.

"We must get these clothes off you."

I slow things down, I'm not going to last if I let her keep sucking me like this. Not with how turned on I am.

I get on my knees, find the edge of her shirt, she instinctively raises her arms. Pulling the hem over the curve of her breasts, they gently drop from the fabric that once clung to their outline and give a slight bounce. My cock throbs. As I have her shirt just pulled up to her elbows, I cross her arms to limit movement, holding them behind her head. My free hand slides up her waist and cups one of her impossibly delicate breasts in my palm. Tugging at one of her nipples, her hips give a slight buck, a soft sigh escapes her, followed by an amused laugh and a needy 'ohh'.

Kissing down her neck, I lick and caress, feel her body responding in little shudders. My face in her chest, rolling one pert nipple between my fingers and gently tugging at the other with my teeth, her thighs are pressed to my sides, and I desperately want to feel them wrapped around my head as I bury my tongue into her.

Hands traveling south, impatiently tugging at her waistband, she lifts her ass to let it glide over the gorgeous curve of her hips. Undies and all gone in one pull, her delicate scent sends me.

I draw her face to mine and whisper -

"I want to drive you fully mad with pleasure," I tease a finger at the opening to her pussy, "I want you sitting on my face."

Scooping my arms under her thighs, I pull her up and have her on her feet. I turn so I can lay my head back on the seat of the chair, have her sit back, on her knees, and pull her down onto me. Immediately my tongue finds her clit. I press and lick against it like a man starved. Wrapping an arm up around her waist, pulling her tighter to me, hearing the first of many, many moans, I go a bit feral. Encouraging her to rock her hips, we soon find a rhythm.

I taste the honey of her pleasure and lap it up, I absolutely cannot get enough. I circle my tongue on her throbbing little bud, having fun with it and spelling out dirty things I want to do next - it feels like her body gets the message.

I slide a finger into her tight, welcoming slit, encouraging her to give me more of what I want - more uncontrollable sounds from her lips, more instinctual grinding on my face. I feel her start to tense in waves and my passion is full tilt.

"Yes baby, please cum for me, cum, cum on my tongue," I manage to command between breaths and licks.

She starts to shudder, moan for more, and I redouble my efforts, pushing a second finger inside and working a 'come hither' motion to coax her orgasm as strongly as possible. I want her senseless when I'm through.

"Alex!!"

I hear her call my name and it absolutely knocks me off a cliff - I need to be inside her, I need her to cum, I need every moment of this.

Keeping my pace I let her rock onto me anyway she needs to get to that moment of ecstasy. I don't have to wait long. I feel her thighs tremble and hear her begin to whimper in a way that jolts my core. I feel her tense on my fingers and cry out.

"Yes, yes Emma,' I encourage, "Let yourself go, sweetheart."

She collapses forward, catching herself on the chair back, heaving and trembling. I'm holding her to my face as she rides the little aftershocks, gently kissing and nuzzling, trying not to interfere with her winding down, but rather to entreat any other waves remaining to crash over her still.

"Alex," she gasps.

Grabbing her arm I pull her down to sit on me. Her ridiculously wet, throbbing pussy pressed atop my solid, aching cock, her lying against my chest.

"I learned something just now."

"Mmmm?" she breathes, still working to steady herself.

"The sound of your voice calling out my name as you cum? Kicks the absolute shit out of any music I've ever heard."

We laugh and she relaxes further into me. Sighing out heavily, a clarity breaks through. We look at one another through fresh eyes, strange yet familiar, and begin to kiss deeply. It doesn't take more than a moment before I feel her hips start to loll against me, and from this angle all it would take is a slight shift for us to -

Ohhhhhh, fuck. I press inside her, just slightly, and I can't believe how good it feels, just this little tease, barely the tip.

"Yes baby, take me inside you, press your hips into mine, fuuuuuuccckkkk," my head drops back onto the chair again.

"Alex, oh my god," her voice inflects up in a melodious way that makes my insides quake.

She's so wet, I easily slide in. She sinks her hips onto me, soon I'm to the hilt, and I cannot describe the feeling. Breathing heavily beside my ear, she takes my jaw in her hands and starts kissing my neck, pushing against me in a way that I feel her body's need.

Eyes closed, we continue rocking into one another, slowly, deeply. I press my fingers into that gorgeous softness of her ass, pulling her harder onto me.

"Yes, Emma, ride my dick, it's all yours sweetheart. Oh, fuck."

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her steady onto me as I thrust up into her, lifting us both off the floor. She's gripping me so tightly I can't stand it, I know I need to take a second but it feels so fucking good I -

"Fuck, fuck, mmmmm, ohhh fuck," - reluctantly, I pull her off as I feel myself getting so, so very close.

"Rude,” she gently teases.

"You'll thank me later, once I have you cumming again. Let's get to the bed."

I waste no time moving her where I want, positioning myself right between her legs.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what, exactly?" she continues to tease.

"You're going to make me say it, aren't you."

She nods the cheekiest nod, her eyes sparkle. She's rolling her hips back and forth under me, like a taunt. I lean down -

"Tell me you want me to bury my cock inside you again, to push into you slowly until you can't take it, to fill you up. Tell me you want to cum on my dick."

"I want your dick to make me forget my name."

I press her knees apart and sit my hips right atop hers, not yet giving her what she wants. Grabbing myself, I rub the head of my cock against her opening, up and down... up, and down. I feel her trying to push onto me.

"Almost.... allllllmost -"

"Please," she laughs.

"Again."

My gaze is steady on her.

"...Please."

There's an edge to that 'please' that makes me instinctively push into her. Fucking hell.

This time there's no words, just ragged breath and a cascade of moans that make my cock throb and ache so hard. I press my full weigh atop her, slip one hand behind her neck, the other around her waist, and find a deep rhythm. She matches my movements to fuck back into me, it makes me crazy. Soon again she's shaking and whimpering, her breath deepens. Fuck, I want to cum too, but not yet.

"Keep going, cum all over my dick baby," I whisper in her ear, "I want to feel you tighten around me, soak me. Relax your hips, yes, like that, let me do the work. Feel me fucking you... relax and take it."

"I'm - I'm, uhhhhhuh uhh, fuckkkk -"

“Breathe, baby, breatheee. Get there, get there for me."

Her next exhale is followed by an uttered cry I will absolutely touch myself to later. Fuck it's so sexy, it's all I can do to breathe through holding off my own orgasm. I keep my eyes on her face and see the smile come to her lips as she rides out every last pulse.

"That's right sweetheart, enjoy all of it, uhhh mmmm, I can feel you still cumming, yes, yes."

Slowing down, we're a quietly panting tangled mess of an embrace. I feel her start to pull away.

"It's a bit much, being this sensitive, with you so hard still, stretching me, filling me. I need a moment."

She reaches a hand down and begins stroking me, slick with her cum covering my cock. Her hand gently pushes my shoulder, rolling me onto my back so she can get on top of me, kissing down my chest -

"Your mouth, oh my god."

"Mmmmmmmmm.”

I feel the vibration of her voice roll through me and bite the back of my hand to quiet a moan. I'm so fucking horny for every inch of her - which gives me an idea.

"Emma?"

"Mmmmm?" she hums in answer. Fuck. I let her keep sucking and taking me deep, teasing me with her tongue and tugging on my balls. So, so close - almost, but first I want something else.

"What if I were to press against your ass? Just as play."

........

Drawing herself up - "I might let you."

My brain momentarily shuts off, just the thought of it makes me go a bit weak. Wrapping an arm around her waist I pull her onto my chest so my mouth is at her ear, hand in her hair.

"Would that please you?"

"You've discovered one of my kinks...what do you think?"

My mind reels. I kiss her neck and all down her back as we shift.

"What would be most comfortable for you?"

"If I'm like this -"

She lays on her stomach, hands under her chin, ass slightly lifted. What a goddamned gorgeous sight. I fall to my elbows, kissing across her shoulders, my legs on either side of her thighs, framing her ass in a way that makes my cock twitch while resting on it.

She looks back at me.

“Slowly."

"Of course, I wouldn't try this any other way, and I won't do anything without your enthusiastic permission."

Reaching down to touch her again, I begin sliding my dick between her ass cheeks in sync with my stroking. Finger fucking her like this as I lightly press my head against her tight little bud, I feel her start to rock harder onto me. Reaching for her hand, I guide it between her legs.

"Keep going, baby. Ride your fingers for me."

Leaning back on my heels, I start pressing, just to tease for a second, to give light pressure. It doesn't take long to find a rhythm. Rolling my hips, pushing against her -

"Oh fuck," she whispers.

"Yes? You feeling good baby?"

Her words come softer this time.

'Huhhhh,' she breathes out. "Oh fuck.”

“Good??"

“So good.”

The note of pleasure in her voice sends sparks through my limbs.

I reach up, have her suck on my fingers, spread her spit across the head of my cock and begin pushing a bit more. The tip pressing in, we both huff at the feeling.

"Al-ex," there's a waver in her voice.

“How’s that??"

“Yes, yes..." she trails off, and I feel her moving her hand between her legs. I pull out, and push back in.

"Fuck, again, do that again."

Doing as I'm told, I rock back and forth into her like this for hardly a minute before the trembling starts. I hear her utter 'please' so desperately, and then gasp. I push into her a bit more -

"Oh I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

Pulling out, flipping her over, I move her hand away and take control of her aching clit with my tongue.

I fully intend to do as I promised - drive her out of her mind.

Hands tangling in my hair, she holds my face tight against her. I growl in pleasure, slip two fingers into her pulsing pussy, demanding more from her body. The sensuality of this orgasm is overwhelming, the noises she's making melt my mind.

Eventually, the intensity subsiding, I feel her legs relax across my shoulders. Breath steadying, I move back onto the bed next to her, pushing a lock of hair off her temple.

Lightly caressing her as she drifts back from the nebulous half-consciousness that follows an all-consuming orgasm, I study her face. The way the sweat sheens on her cheek, the glow of the lamp that glistens on her lips. I look out the window and see the snow is steadily drifting down. Her hand reaching up to touch my jaw brings me back to the moment.

"You know what I want right now?"

"Mmmm," I answer.

"For you to cum. Deep inside me.”

She bites her lip.

Giving a playful blink of disbelief and shake of my head, I laugh and lean forward to kiss her.

"A moment to refresh and I'll be back to make good."

Another plush kiss.

“So gentlemanly."

"Always my aim. Be right back, rest." I kiss her forehead.

Grabbing the bottle left by the record player when I return, I take a pull and flip on a new album. Turning to the bed I see her on her side, faced away from me, knees pulled up - her sex on full display. Gentle breath animates her delicate nakedness, her outline illuminated by the room's warm light. The next track clicks on - Again Again by Blind Archer.

I get on my knees, start to kiss her ankle. She stirs. I drag my tongue up her calf, kiss behind her knee, the side of her thigh, and give a gentle bite to her ass. Turning my head, I press my lips to those between her legs and slip my tongue over her slit. My cock throbs and I think of what she last asked of me. I've been edging all night, it doesn't take long before I'm hard again, so I start to stroke myself as I kiss and lick her. She swings a hand around and drags it through my hair.

I pull at her hip to turn her towards me. Faces meeting, our kisses are heavy. Two fingers inside her, she moans against my lips.

"I want you in my mouth."

"Only if I can have you in mine."

Rolling her on top of me, pressing my face back against that heavenly region of hers, I feel her start to take me, feel her tongue against me.

"Oh dear g-, that feels so fucking good." I gasp in near disbelief at the rush that goes through my body.

I feel my cock start to twitch - oof. Those lips of hers, the way her swirls her tongue and strokes me. As I feel my balls beg for release down her throat, I give her ass a tart slap and pull away. She sits up with a pout.

"I know you were enjoying yourself," I turn towards her, "believe me darling, I could feel it." I shift to lay atop her. "And now I want you to feel me pushing deep inside you, painting your insides as you tighten around my cock and I give you what you asked for - "

A new song drifts across the room. Heavier, slower, bass line rumbling.

Studying her face, I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slide back in, to the hilt, and hold there for a moment before I start to roll my hips, crashing into her.

Grinding, thrusting, and tapping her g-spot - I can't get enough. She's holding me to her, pulling at my back, pulling me deeper.

Her moans, oh her fucking moans. I can't make this last anymore, the ways she's thrown her head back - I bury my face in her neck, wrap my arms around her shoulders and keep pumping my cock into her.

"I want to cum so badly, make me cum Emma, make me, please -"

"How badly do you want to cum inside me?" she hums in my ear.

Fuck.

With measured strokes, listening to her and making sure she can handle it, that I'm not too deep, that I'm hitting the right spot, the moment overtakes me, I'm soon lost in the release. It hits me so hard I can barely hold on.

I hear her let out a breathy cry and a moan, she presses herself against me as I push my full load so deep inside her. Is it my breathing or hers that's so ragged and needy? Whose light whimper is that? I can't tell at this point. She doesn't let me pull away, my cock still pulsing inside her.

Tucking my knees up under hers so I don't collapse my full weight atop her, I rest my head in the nook of her shoulder. She draws her legs up around my back and we hold one another, steadying.

I hear the lyrics: sinking down / drag me with you / don’t let me up / I won’t try to...

Rolling onto my side, I pull her next to me. We lay nose to nose. Soon, she gives me a gentle kiss.

"What in all the - " I start.

She laughs.

"How did it take us this long to learn that we fit together so well?" I ask.

"Mm, I think I knew. That's why I had to do something about it."

“How. How could you know a thing like this?"

She smiles and doesn't answer.

We rest like this for a few minutes more.

"I knew why you made that claim in the bar, you were just drunk enough to let it slip... it wasn't all about my boast, you wanted to see me naked."

"To be completely fair, Emma, who doesn't want to see you naked?" I give a plush kiss on her shoulder.

"...aaaand while I was striding bare assed through a bar - which, you missed notice - there was a line out the twenty four hour chip shop past the big window. So nearly half the town saw my tits..."

"Oh fuck."

The sleepy haze dispelled, I look to see what kind of expression she's wearing.

"Yes, oh fuck,” she giggles. “But, in that moment, I realized I wanted something from you too... I got what I wanted, so, we're even."

"Two orgasms does not sound like a bad tradeoff for a little public nudity. You're a legend on both counts."

"Three. And I'd have taken the dare either way, but I saw the opportunity."

"Touché," I gently laugh. "So... it was a bit of revenge then, of the kinky sort... nothing more?"

"Well, it started out with me wanting to have you blink first… but the longer I thought about it, the more I realized what I was really after.” She gives a bashful laugh. "Not the best way to go about it, I admit. I played your ego against you, which is wrong and could confuse things, but - are you mad about it?"

"Only in the respect that we are not supposed to use these claims for personal advancement or gain."

"On my honor, it won't happen again."

"Oh, ohhhh this better not be a one off! Even if I have to dare you to skip naked through Soho." I wrap my arms around her and hold tight.

Now... how to go about losing another bet...

Additional tags: [Friends with History] [Story Heavy] [Pet Names] [Bunny] [Light Aftercare]

Story summary: So many long afternoons you got up to mischief together, the flirty looks, touches… the almost kiss — yet the timing was just never right. Back in town from months abroad, she asks you to walk her home after a dinner party, because she has a question: What's that book you mentioned you were reading? The question is a pretense, she already knows… you both already know. And soon, all those missed moments and strong feelings turn into a super kinky, needy first time together.

Script: Why Am I Reading *Those* Books? …Research.

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All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
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Additional tags: [Bounce on It] [Face to Face] [Friends with History] [Story Heavy] [Light Aftercare]

Summary: So many long afternoons you got up to mischief together, the flirty looks, touches… the almost kiss — yet the timing was just never right. Back in town from months abroad, she asks you to walk her home after a dinner party, because she has a question: What's that book you mentioned you were reading? The question is a pretense, she already knows… you both already know. And soon, all those missed moments and strong feelings turn into a super kinky, needy first time together.

Script: Why Am I Reading *Those* Books? …Research.

This script is for adults 18+
All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.

Additional tags: [Friends with History] [Story Heavy] [Light Aftercare]

Couldn’t help myself. Friends to lovers, books, historic architecture, a few kinks, and some (I hope) hot moments to nudge you over your edge. Enjoy!

Summary: So many long afternoons you got up to mischief together, the flirty looks, touches… the almost kiss — yet the timing was just never right. Back in town from months abroad, she asks you to walk her home after a dinner party, because she has a question: What's that book you mentioned you were reading? The question is a pretense, she already knows… you both already know. And soon, all those missed moments and strong feelings turn into a super kinky, needy first time together.

Script: Why Am I Reading *Those* Books? …Research.

This script is for adults 18+
All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.

Sometimes it’s hard to ask for what you want... Good thing you have a friend who’s very interested to know what’s floating around that mischievous mind of yours...

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Hi everyone! My first script offer in this subreddit. For those who yearn and need some tenderness at the moment. Hope you enjoy!

This script is for adults 18+
All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.
Absolutely no AI permitted.

A quick script for your listeners to keep in their back pocket, for after a particularly intense listen when they may need a bit more soothing and winding down. Esp if an audio ends without it.

This one I thought of to suit an audio that may have been a bit rougher. It’s sweet and caring to counterbalance the intensity, leans BFE / GFE. I also kept it more vague so it can easily be improv'd to suit any gender tag, just swap out pet names as you like.

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This script is for adults 18+
All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.

A quick script for your listeners to keep in their back pocket, for after a particularly intense listen when they may need a bit more soothing and winding down. Esp if an audio ends without it.

This one I thought of to suit an audio that may have been a bit rougher. It’s sweet and caring to counterbalance the intensity, leans BFE / GFE. I also kept it more vague so it can easily be improv'd to suit any gender tag, just swap out pet names as you like.

Script here

This script is for adults 18+
All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.

A quick script for your listeners to keep in their back pocket, for after a particularly intense listen when they may need a bit more soothing and winding down. Esp if an audio ends without it.

This one I thought of to suit an audio that may have been a bit rougher. It’s sweet and caring to counterbalance the intensity, leans BFE / GFE. I also kept it more vague so it can easily be improv'd to suit any gender tag, just swap out pet names as you like.

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All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
All my work is copyright protected, see script link for details.

A short and sweet script about returning favors. I tried to keep this as A4A as possible. Hope you consider giving it a roll!

Summary: Your person left you a voicemail… a very naughty voicemail. So now, you have a question -

Script: Do You Want to Listen?

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A short and sweet script about returning favors. I tried to keep this as A4A as possible. Hope you consider giving it a roll!

Summary: Your person left you a voicemail… a very naughty voicemail. So now, you have a question -

Script: Do You Want to Listen?

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All characters are strictly 18+ and fictional.
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Additional tags: [Begging] [Listener Orgasm x2] [Caring] [Sweet] [Some Aftercare]

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Would so love to see this one filled, a personal fav!

You’re the knight assigned watch to keep the princess out of trouble, and the task has left you *frustrated.* Willful and restless, she keeps you on alert with her creative disappearances. You’re exasperated. Why must she be such a *brat.* Someone ought to tame that energy...

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Hi! Posting to request verification as a writer, thank you! I am over the age of 18.

Here are my three scripts:

• Playing Games with Your Dom Crush… When He Gets You To Confess

• Don’t be Shy, I’ll Give You Everything You Want...

• Your Guardian Knight has had Enough of Your Bratty Behavior

Having a rare bit of time on my hands, I’m still cleaning up and sharing older stories. I’ve had part two of this half written for ages, maybe I should get back to it? Anyway, hope you like!

And oops, hit post before I finished tagging the title, so also - [missionary] [riding] [some dirty talk] [finish inside]

- - - - -

It goes with the territory that on any given day a beautiful woman walks through the doors at my work... but something about her is a little different, more deeply appealing. She isn't even the most obviously attractive of the women hanging around the place, though, maybe that's mottled judgement, or a false comparison based on the fact that she isn't dressed in the climber-girl uniform: skin tight pants and a bra. Maybe that's why I was intrigued. Her outfit gives you just enough of a glimpse at her tall, toned physique, and you want to know more - such as why she isn't flaunting it like everyone else.

Her shirt's a baggy long sleeve tee with four faded, bold letters across it, and when she's cinched into her harness you can see it masks a petite waist. She isn't wearing any makeup and her hair is at bedhead level disheveled. I think that's her charm - she looks perfectly comfortable in her own skin. She's never climbed before coming here, I find out from my co-worker who checked her in, and she just passed her belay test yesterday. He obviously has an eye on her too, commenting that she seemed a natural on the wall during her first few climbs.

"Her name's Thalia," he tells me.

I decide to make it my business to bump into her - those four letters on her shirt will give me a reason to talk to her.

- - -

It's only my second day climbing but I'm still so nervous as we drive up to the gym I think I might puke. It isn't the heights that scare me, it's the trust issues I have with the equipment. Something about being forty feet up and letting go, knowing the person who's your wall partner has total control of whether or not you plummet to the ground doesn't sit well with me either. Especially not since my friend let me take a big drop on one of my first climbs. I'm trying to nip it in the bud, get back as soon as possible to get over the fear. So far it isn't working. As I make my way inside though, a pair of kind eyes catch mine.

'He is terribly cute', I muse. Someone I don't think I'd ever pick out as my type if you showed me a picture, but there's something in the way he moves. He seems self-possessed, laughing with a co-worker with such a generous smile - it calms me down. The vibe of the workers here is so mellow you feel even more crazy for being nervous when they do this everyday, are well aware of the risks, and can still laugh like that. I stop seeing everything around me as impossibly terrifying and try to just breathe. Truthfully, I love climbing, there wasn't a tree in my neighborhood I hadn't made it to the top branch at least a hundred times when I was a kid - sans ropes or any type of safety net, I remind myself - but oh, the ignorant bravery of youth. I've broken many bones since then.

Getting harnessed in my friend lets me climb first and I can't make it past halfway up the wall. What a bummer. I tell them I'd rather hang back and watch for a spell before trying again, so I find a spot to sit while they hook up with a new partner.

"Did you need someone to climb with today?"

I look up to see the cute man standing near, a mug casually in his hand, looking down at me. He's definitely shorter than me, probably younger than me, which, the second would normally be a deal breaker, but he has a presence, and I'm drawn in.

"Oh, no, I'm all good, thanks. I'm here with a friend. I needed a breather."

"No worries. If you ever do need a climbing partner just come to the front desk and we'll put out an announcement for you."

"Thanks."

I try to think of something else to say, some stupid question to ask to draw out the conversation, but I come up short.

"So what do the letters stand for?"

He points when I give a confused look. Ah ha, I guess I'm not the only one interested.

"Oh, Grey Owl Snow Patrol. Worked there years ago. It's a favorite shirt."

"Cool."

The silence gets awkward and he reminds me that if I need a climb partner to just let him know. He introduces himself as Morgan.

Welp, guess I made up his interest in my head. Second bummer of the day.

- - -

'Idddiiioootttt. You total idiot,' I think to myself as I walk back to the front desk. Reminder to self - actually talk to the girl you want to talk to. Hold a whole conversation… 'Though,' I pause, I might have to rethink the term 'girl.' She has a streak of bright silver pulled back into her pony tail. Could be dyed as she looks too young to have grey hair, but something about how unbothered she seems tells me it's probably her own. Something about it gets my blood pumping just a bit faster. 'You're getting ahead of yourself you idiot. You can't even talk to her!'

She leaves the gym about an hour later and I can't help but stare at her legs as she goes. Just under that shirt that comes down a bit too long to show it off, you can tell she has the most beautifully round ass - this time her yoga pants give it away. An ass I caught a glimpse of from across the gym when she did a climb after we talked. Mike gives me shit as he catches me watching her. I shrug it off.

- - -

Not gonna lie, after frustrating day number two of attempting to get over my trust issues with climbing, I'm in need of some tension release. I think about Morgan and figure we hit a quick dead end, but that doesn't mean I can't still have him, in my own little way. I pull the shower head down, set it to pulse, and think of how he must have very strong hands. I think about him grabbing me and being in control. Of him giving me a firm slap on my ass as he trusts into me from behind. My mind elaborates and I cum so hard my knees go weak and I need to brace myself against the wall. Frustration dealt with. Sweet relief! Shame he wasn't here to share in it.

- - -

"Hey, welcome back."

"Thanks -" Thalia smiles and leans casually over the desk towards me and I again forget how to focus on conversation. She asks me something and I just stare blankly into her eyes. They're blue. No green. No blue. Wait, shit.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? It's been a long day," I cover.

"I'm in need of a belay partner. I'm too nervous to have my friend be mine as they freaked me out the first day, and I can't seem to get past it. Have anyone with, oh, two hundred years experience who's free?"

It's an opening, it's an opening, take it! Take it!

"If you can hang for about twenty minutes I'll be off and I can be your partner. I only have one hundred and ninety eight years experience though. I hope that's ok." Cheesy joke, who cares! She's smiling again.

"Ok, I wanted to warm up anyway, I'll meet you on the north wall?"

She takes off and Mike playfully knocks his shoulder into mine.

"Smooth. But can you hold it together when you're watching that ass of hers climb above you. She'll notice your hard on when she checks your belay," he laughs.

I just give a tight smile and tell him I'm cutting out early and go change, and strategically pack my dick into my shorts in such a way that she won't see if I get aroused. The stupid things we have to do because of embarrassing boners at inopportune moments.

"Ok, you're all set, your rope looks good," I tell her as I check the knot. The urge to caress her is real as I feel to make sure her harness is snug above her hips and I remind myself that there is a hard line and it does not ever get crossed, no matter what, because that's inappropriate as hell - but damnit do I want to know the curves of her body better.

Fuck, she's reaching to check my carabiner. For a moment I imagine her reaching further and I take a deep breath and look up at the wall to distract myself.

"Don't tell me you're nervous!" she laughs as she grabs to make sure the safety is locked.

"Never in my life."

"Share your secret?"

She looks into my face and I realize I am nervous, though not for the reasons I imagine she is.

"Just trust that I've got you."

Her turn for a deep breath. "I'll try. Belay on?"

"On belay."

I smile and she looks relaxed.

Mike was right, fighting my cock getting hard is such a challenge I actually need to focus on keeping the rope tight for her, something that's second nature normally. That peach of a backside she has, swaying above my head - it gives me ideas. Watching her climb I notice she's incredibly flexible and agile. I imagine those long legs wrapped around me as I push into her. She gives me the high sign after reaching the top and I start to let her down, breathing deep once again to will my hard on to chill the fuck out. What is it about this woman? There's a charge to the air, a magnetism when she's around and it turns me on out of nowhere. We've never even shared more than a handful of words!

"You did great. I think once you get over your nervousness you'll be a good climber. You're super limber and that always helps."

"And to think, I was feeling stiff after yesterday."

"Stiff! You had your knee up by your shoulder at one point like it was nothing! I'd kill to be able to move like that."

I think about her moving her hips up and down me and uncontrollably blush. Fuck, she notices.

"Tell you what," she lowers her eyes, "I definitely feel much more comfortable and reassured with you helping me."

"Glad to hear it. Think you'll continue climbing?"

"Definitely, thanks to you," she pauses, "think I can take you out to show my thanks?"

She glances up and I must have the dumbest look on my face because she backtracks.

"- that is, if you drink, I don't want to assume, or, if that's cool, I -"

"No, yeah, I'd love to! Sorry I hesitated, you just caught me off guard. It's not often a I get asked to... with... You free Thursday night?"

Now it's her turn to blush.

- - -

"Not a bad setup you've got here. You know, normally I would've insisted that we go somewhere, but you weren't lying, this view does kick the crap out of any random bar with a sticky floor. The hills look like they're glittering the way the sun hits all the windows on the houses."

"Having four roommates isn't ideal, but it does open up your options for renting. Sorry again for James when you got here, he works odd hours and so sometimes he's shit faced at seven as it's technically his 2am."

"He's a candid one, that James."

"I mean, you do look pretty sexy, he wasn't wrong."

A flowing skirt doesn't reveal much, but her close fitting top is like a dare not to admire the crest of her shoulders or her delicately slopped breasts it shapes around. She's down to earth and elegant in a way I've not known any other girl to be, and though she's easy to be around, it doesn't make me any less nervous to be near her. We drink and sing terribly to really bad songs my roommate keeps putting on from his room down the hall and eventually she asks if I can dance just as terribly as I sing.

“Worse," I offer. "Seriously though, do people actually dance anymore? Like, unironically or outside the club?"

"They do, and it's my turn to teach you something - it's not hard!" She adds, seeing the protest written across my face. “Come here."

Before I can object further she has me on my feet and pulled in close to her. "We'll give tango a roll, it's easy. You just keep your body close to mine and mirror my movements. Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow is the rhythm. I'll lead."

I prove to be a shitty student and keep knocking into her. She's a bit taller than me but it actually puts my hips at the perfect height to fit easily between her thighs, and I can't imagine she doesn't feel my growing hard on each time our legs tangle and I'm pressed into her. We're laughing and playing, but I have some serious knots in my stomach over her.

"You know, it's a shame climbing isn't more of a contact sport."

"Yeah? Why's that?” I return.

"Because I've wanted your hands on me almost from the minute I saw you."

My feet go dumb and I can't move them. Instinctively I pull her waist in tight and our faces are so close I can feel her warm breath on my lips.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Everywhere," she answers, and my cock throbs.

- - -

His grip is so strong I let myself relax into his chest when he pulls me to him. Fuck, I just want him to press into me and pull my hair. He's so damn sweet, I wonder how animalistic he gets. The kiss is slow and deep, he takes his time caressing his tongue against mine. He drags his fingers gently down my shoulders and over my waist before I feel his hands travel further south, cup my ass, and squeeze.

"Oh yeah?"

"You have no idea how desperately I've wanted to lay my hands on this ass of yours. I got such a good view of it when you were climbing, it was an incredible tease."

"Glad you liked what you saw."

"I'm excited to see more, to be honest," he stutters a bit and blushes before adding, "I'm sorry, I mean, if you're into it. Wow that just came out, maybe I'm a bit drunk. I don't want to pressure you or make you think I assumed because you're here instead of us being out I had any expectation -" I cut off his rambling with my lips and he kisses me deeply again, this time I can feel an urgency in his embrace. My pulse quickens. James beings to heckle us.

"I thought you were knocked out for the night?" Morgan shouts down the hall at his roommate.

"Just going for a piss and thought I'd stop to enjoy the show."

"Bedroom?" Morgan cautiously whispers to me, pulling back to check my expression.

"Bedroom." I confirm with a little grin.

He takes my hand and leads the way -

"I need to assure you," I breath between heavy kisses, "I'm not normally this quick to get down to it with anyone, ever, there's just something about you, I can't stop myself."

Pushing me against the wall with his thighs he presses his lips firmly against my throat, down to my collar bone, pulling my hands above my head, restraining my wrists.

"Honestly... - honestly," he emphasizes, "same. You walked in the door at work though and I wanted to know you right away. In every way, not just this way. And I normally wouldn't move so fast, but I - I'm not sorry we're, uh, about to do this," he pauses. "I didn't get it wrong, we are doing... stuff, or this, right?"

He seems both sure of himself and bashful. I like the gentlemanly restraint mixed with the confidence in the way his hands are tentatively exploring my body, caressing me.

"We better be doing this. I'm aching for you... and last time you got me off you didn't get to -"

"Last time I got you off?" he pulls back, confused.

"Oh, last night I uh, thought of you while I... touched myself." I laugh a bit nervously now that I've admitted to it.

"Get the fuck out, that's so sexy." His voice is gravelly and full of need. Morgan pulls my legs up around his waist while he pins me to the wall. "Damnit I love how long your legs are." He pushes his hips hard into mine and I can feel his cock is rock solid and straining against his pants.

"Pull my hair and take your pants off, and not necessarily in that order," I direct him. He bites my neck and grabs my ass so hard it almost hurts. Those strong hands of his, they better leave red marks on my ass from slapping it tonight or I'll be severely disappointed. He grabs a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and pulls firmly while sliding a hand up my shirt. He's still got me pinned so hard to the wall I can't even move with how he's holding me. He finds my nipple through my bra and begins caressing it until it's attentive, then begins rolling it between his fingers. Holding his mouth slightly away from mine and teasing me with almost kisses, I start to buck up against him, my body demanding even more attention.

"Where do you want my lips?" He asks, his mouth and tongue gently, teasingly grazing my lips but not giving in to a full kiss.

"Feel your way south, I want your tongue lapping against me."

He releases my hair and pulls my shirt off quicker than quick. His lips encircle my breast through my bra and the friction of the sheer fabric is a bonus sensation I wasn't expecting.

"Fuck, Morgan, damn. I have an idea."

"Mmmm," he answers, not stopping kissing and sucking my nipples.

"While you're going down on me, I want you to be on top of me with your cock down my throat."

This gets his attention and he lifts me over to his bed immediately. Sitting in front of him I kiss and bite his hip bone as he works his pants off. Pausing, he pulls his belt from its loops and looks down at me in a way that piques my interests as to what's going on in his mind.

"Do you trust me?..."

"Yes."

Grabbing under my ass he lifts me like it's nothing and tosses me into the center of the bed. Belt still in hand he presses his full weight on top of me and finds my wrists, pulling them over my head, and begins strapping them into his belt.

"Fuck, yes," I breathe into his ear, and again wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him more firmly into me.

"Wait, I got ahead of myself, I want to feel your hands on me before we get to this."

He pulls my wrists back down towards his waist and sets free his thick cock. He lets my hands find him. He's so smooth, it's a delight to stroke him. He rolls his hips into my palms as he reaches for my skirt, pushing it away and moving a hand to my hot spot.

"Oh my god, you are soaking wet."

"Your fault," I jest.

"Mmm, hmm hmm I want to taste you so badly."

His lips find mine and our tongues are gliding against each others when he slips a finger inside me. Those strong hands of his have me moaning into his mouth almost uncontrollably. I'm aching for him in the worst way and I want more.

Taking my hands back in his, he wraps his belt around my wrists. Holding the loose end in one hand, his other is back inside me, driving me out of my mind.

"Morgan," I break away from our kiss, "I want your cock down my throat so I can moan on it as you keep doing what you're doing. Please keep doing what you're doing, don't stop, don't sto-"

My breath becomes ragged as he pushes a second finger deep inside and begins working them against my g-spot. In an instant my tied hands are pulled back above my head and he's turning to position himself above me. His dick hovering over my mouth, he moves his leg to pin down my arms.

"Let me know if you need a break, squeeze my calf," he offers, before moving his gorgeous dick towards my lips. Damnit what a sweetheart, it makes me want to swallow his hard on that much more.

He felt big in my hands, but not having them to help me while swallowing his cock I realize how big he really is. Jackpot. I love how solid his entire body is, and I want it grinding up against mine all night. My legs start to tremble uncontrollably and I feel the pulse of an orgasm start to roll through my body. He feels it too and starts making his tonguing and fingering deeper and more rhythmic. I moan hard onto his cock as I cum and I feel him stop licking me to pant out a gasp in pleasure from it. He pulls out of my mouth and I want him in me again, asap.

"Come here. Set my hands free."

He listens, and soon his mouth is back on mine, my legs and arms wrapped tightly around him while we start to grind against one another.

"I can taste myself on your lips."

"You taste so good, I could eat you out all night."

"I could let you, if I didn't want that cock of yours filling me. But go easy at first, you're pretty thick."

He slows down his rocking against me and positions the head of his cock on my slit. I begin to push against him and he pulls away. I move to push against him again and again he pulls just out of my reach.

"Oh so you're going to tease me, are you?"

"Tell me how badly you want it."

The mischief in his eyes makes me impatient.

"I want it desperately, I want you to slide in me up to your balls and work it so very deep."

"Mmm mhmmm," he firmly grabs my nipple and rolls his hips so that the tip of his dick parts my slit and nearly slides inside.

"Please, please - oh, fu -."

Before I can beg anymore his cock is pushing in and then out of me and a tingling washes over me from head to toe.

"Damnit, you feel so, insanely, good," he breathes. "You like your hair being pulled?" He looks intently into my eyes and grabs a handful at the nape of my neck again, rhythmically working his hips in me.

"Yes, please, yes uh god yes, fuck."

"What else do you like?"

"I would really like it if you'd slap my ass."

Not needing to be told twice, he quickly pulls one of my legs up high around his waist with his free hand.

"Like this?"

In one swift motion I feel his hand come down in a smarting blow on my soft cheek.

"Goddamnit yes, yes Morgan again."

Another tart slap and my ass warms to his touch. We go at it like this for what feels like forever, the sensations never subsiding into anything less than blissful.

"I want to ride you."

Barely do the words leave my lips than his strong arms flip me and pull me on top of him. His hands cup both of my ass cheeks and instantly I'm grinding onto him with his help. I press my tits to his chest and rock my clit firmly against him.

"This is my favorite position to cum - ohhh... slap my ass again, please."

"Mmmm, gladly."

Morgan pulls his hand away from one of my cheeks and has me lick the pads of his fingers. The slap comes down firm and I can feel him pulse inside me as I twitch from the mix of gentle pain and pleasure. I begin to shake and he draws me closer to him, his lips on mine for another intense kiss. Our tongues pulsing against each others and our hips rocking, he pulls my arms behind my back and hugs me tightly. I feel the rush coming on and start whimpering.

"Cum all over my cock, baby, I want to feel it, yes cum on me. Give me those moans, mmm they’re mine, I need them." His eyes half closed, finding mine, drowsy with pleasure, I'm so turned on by him that my orgasm stills my movements it's so intense.

"Goddamn, uhhhnn" I finally manage between moaning and gasping breaths.

"How was that, angel?" He slows down, whispering in my ear.

"Once I can think again I'll let you know," I laugh.

"Mmmmm hm hm, think you can take some more? I'm close."

"Fuck, yes, I can take all you want to give me."

With a groan Morgan wraps an arm around my waist and swings me onto my back. He starts working his hips deeply and pulls my legs over his shoulders while kissing me.

"I can't get enough of your flexibility. I just want to see how far I can push you." He turns his head to kiss, lick, and gently bite my legs.

"Bend me anyway you want me, just don't stop what you're doing."

He sits back on his heels and circles a thumb around my clit while folding my legs across his chest and I feel myself squeeze harder around him.

“Uhhhhh, fuck, I didn't think you could get any tighter, fuck."

He slaps my ass hard and I nearly cry out loud. Moving one of my legs down between his and the other back over his shoulder, he has me in a split as he keeps plunging his cock into me.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck... sweetie I'm gonna - tell me where you want it."

"Right like this, please - please, I want you to. Deep inside me."

"God, fuck."

Morgan lets out an extremely sexy restrained growl as he cums so deep in me. I feel him shudder and his breathing slow before he lets himself gently collapse on top of me. Caressing his arms, he pulls my face firmly to his for more tenderly deep kisses. My hips buck against him automatically in response. Fuck, I'm still so horny for this man. What is it about him?

- - -

She smells so good, covered in our sweat. My cock is still solid within her even though I've just emptied everything I had inside her. I can't help but kiss her hard, and deep - I still want to be fucking her, her hips still bucking against me is turning me on all over again.

"Round two?" she asks, with a look in her eye that tells me this is going to be a long night.

"Ten minute cuddle break?" I start to rub her clit again as I regroup.

"Anything you need. I’ve got no where else I’d rather be."

"Thalia," I break away, feeling nervous, but I have to say it "...I like you, a lot" I finally admit.

"Lucky me, I like you too, a lot."

"So you'll spend the whole night?"

"You make it hard to say no, in every way."

Our kisses turn soft and tender, I pull her into my chest and turn her around to be the little spoon. I can feel myself spilling out of her onto my cock as we're pressed together like this. It's so hot I start to throb and swell again. It'll be hell ever climbing with her again. If I couldn't keep my cock under control before, now I'm just going to want to grab the rope, tie her up, and fuck her right against the wall in front of everyone.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she breaks in.

"I was just thinking about you strapped into a climbing harness, my dick buried deep inside you up against one of the walls, that ass of yours bouncing against me as I fuck you..."

"Oh, that better be a promise."

"Damn... I am glad you walked into my work."

Things were starting to get blurry, the lines between real and my dreams were seriously beginning to mess with my head. I don't dream often, or at least not that I remember - the exception being... certain dreams. Always a treat when an orgasm wakes me up. Though, never in these dreams are my lovers anyone I've ever recognized, just rowdy little ephemeral sprites dropping in for some fun, I suppose. That is, until recently.

I've never been one for breezy crushes. Truth be told, it takes a lot to get my pulse racing. Something needs to catch my deeper interest. And right now, I feel caught. The first time it happened I woke up groggy and freaked out. Like I said, I never, ever recognize anyone in my dreams. My immediate reactions was - too close for comfort, I need some distance to (literally) get him out of my head.

Easier said than done.

He'd always been in my peripheral - I'd been listening to his music for years but didn't know him well. For me, it's too weird to get to know people whose art proceeds them, especially if their work means something to me. I don't like to confuse art with life - or chance ruining the art I love. He circled in and out of mutual friend gatherings and I always let there be space between us, up until about a half a year ago, after he moved into my best friend Lucy's place. It became harder to be aloof without it being insulting or confirming the extremes of my social awkwardness. Soon though, in casual clipped conversations between his coming and going, he asked why I'd never seen him play. My excuses were valid(ish): ships in the night, I'd never been in town at the same time his band happened to have a show, other commitments, and such.

About a month after that I got a text from him.

- Lucy gave me your number. Show at end of month, Bowery. You're guest list, in case you want to come. -

I always get a fluttering in my stomach before a show. Music is something I'll always be viscerally excited about, but this time it bordered on anxious nausea. Good thing my friends and a few drinks were waiting to mellow my mood, though I think this was the moment when things blurred. Seeing an artist in their element will never not be a supreme turn on. Maybe this is why I avoided seeing him play - it only made me want to be away from him even more, because it drew me in in a way that was beyond my controlling it, and I was not ready for those feels. The next night is when he showed up in my absurdly sexy nighttime visions. Deja vu soon started ramping up any time I was near him, I knew something would happen - most likely I'd embarrass myself somehow, if I didn't make myself scarce.

....

"Heard this one yet?"

I crank up the volume and my head starts to buzz. Lucy nods to the bass line and gives me a massive smile and a thumbs up at the breakdown. We're sitting in the rigged-together soundproofed room a bunch of us pitched in on so we can jam without the neighbors plotting eviction-worthy complaints. Apparently it's not quite living up to its purpose and needs some fine tuning as Jude pops his head in -

"Ladies. It's loud."

- is what I think he says, but the music is, in fact, so loud I can just see his lips silently move as he shoots us both a raised eyebrow. It makes my insides quake. Lucy shoo's him away with her hand but he just shakes his head 'no,' so I kill it.

"Pretty sure I could feel the floor vibrating, otherwise we just had an earthquake."

"I vote the second."

"If only, because then the text I got from Sara downstairs could be argued with."

"Fuck her," Lucy breaks in.

"To be fair, you've been trying. Maybe we should line the floor with mattresses, it'll serve duel purposes if you can get her up here to seduce her with the idea the music is her friend while showing our solution."

Lucy smiles and announces she'll go smooth it over. Jude salutes her on her way out. My deja vu kicks in as he places his head to the edge of the door to look at me. Then I remember my very lucid dream. He's sitting in the corner of the couch Lucy just hopped off of, and I'm naked. I feel a lump form in my throat and I get nervous. I get spectacularly weird when I get nervous.

"Share with the class."

"What?" I'm snapped out of my dazed remembering.

"The new music, rude." Jude swirls a tumbler in his hand and takes a gulp.

"Trade you." I hold out my hand towards his glass.

Taking a deep drink, the spicy warmth starts to subdue the electric energy that builds in me whenever he's around. He drops himself onto the corner of the couch and I take another quick sip.

"Hey, I can get you your own," he laughs, "but first," he motions at the speaker, "a few thousand decibels lower if you please. Sara used some choice language in her text."

"This band doesn't really work at low volume."

"Ok, what else you got?"

I smile and click on Bruise Colored.

"Holy fuck it's been forever -"

"How very dare you! This should be on heavy rotation, daily, even!" Another sip and I see he's signaling for the glass back. I have to stand to bring it to him, but my feet know what my head knows and the nervousness surges again.

"Come hang," he coaxes when I don't immediately move.

Goddamnit. I hold out the glass and he grabs my arm, pulls me down next to him. God, damnit. He's going to notice I can't keep my chill around him anymore. Not after what he did to me in my dream. I feel a little shudder go through me at the thought, and a very specific aching need in a very specific spot.

"Tell me what's been new with you, you haven't come over in a bit."

"Nothing much, Lucy was out on tour so -"

"So what?"

Caught off guard with his tone, I turn to look him straight in the face. With how close we are, it feels inevitable, but I pause. He doesn't.

The jolt that goes through me when our lips connect is followed by my muscles surrendering to melting into him. I feel myself start to ache more and panic intensely, I'm entirely too turned on, my dream is flashing across my mind, confusing things. I pull away.

"Lucy's headed out of town again in a few days, figured I needed to let you know you should come by even if she's not around."

I can feel my pulse racing. He looks at me, waiting for my response. Taking the glass from him I down it and place it on the floor without saying a word. I feel his hand reach for my waist and pull me back in to him.

"I have to admit something."

"Yeah? What's that."

He doesn't seem phased in the least that needing to admit something generally means things are going to get awkward or even bad. The sincere look in his eye doesn't help with how gone on him I am.

"I've had these really weirdly strong feelings for you for a while, they've been fucking with me, and right now I'm so turned on I don't really trust myself to be able to handle this situation without doing something that could come off as supremely slutty - from general society's, and possibly your, perspective - not mine. I make no apologies for... I should probably stop talking now. And head out." I move to get up but he catches my wrist.

"For the record - I don't believe in 'slutty.' That's just some made up shaming bullshit, unless you're using it as a kink, and a judgement I've learned to never pass. Second, I can't stop thinking about you either. I've been careening between insanely inspired and fearing nothing I play sounds good enough when I think about you hearing it, and it's been driving me half mad."

"Pretty convenient thoughts on sluttiness in this moment, wouldn't you say?"

"Did you miss the part where I admitted you're driving me out of my mind? And If you're a hoe, I'm a hoe - don't forget I'm here too."

He leans in for another kiss and I taste the scotch on his tongue, the fire of his breath.

"Seems like we both have something we need to get out of our system."

"That sounds like you just want to use me, for whatever purposes your dirty mind has conjured, and then send me on my way. You should know I'm not that kind of girl," he cheekily offers.

"Well then, I actually should go, because I do have some particular ideas - inspirations of my own, really - about what I'd like to do to you." I give him a knowing look and something shifts.

His hands tighten around my waist before he pulls me astride his lap. The energy built up between us hits a breaking point and things get real heavy, real quick. It's like everything slows down. A current of need pulses between us.

Tangling my hands in his hair I press my thighs down hard onto him as we kiss deeply. Gripping my ass, he’s helping drag my hips across his lap. I can feel his hardness against my leg through his pants. ...I know exactly what I'm going to do to him. Leaning my face away from our kiss, I bite down on my finger with insanely horny indecision. Jude pulls my hand away and pushes his thumb into my mouth.

"Let me go down on you," he breathily offers. My insides spark and I tremble. I suck hard on his thumb, then push his hand away.

"No, not yet. Me first."

He cocks an eyebrow and I reach for his belt while sinking to my knees in front of him.

"Hands behind your head," I direct.

He gives me a curious look but follows my instructions. Lifting his hips I slide his pants and underwear off. Presented to me is his gorgeously thick dick. Pushing my hands up his chest I drag my fingers down his sides as I take him into my mouth. He swells even more and throbs against my tongue while I swallow deep. Tilting his head back, I hear him let out a low groan. Glancing up, I see his hands are gripping the couch behind his neck. I take my time licking and teasing the plush head of his cock, sucking firmly all the way down his shaft, taking in as much as I can of his hardness. Soon, I feel a hand brush against my cheek.

"Mmm, mmm," I tsk him. "Hands behind your head. Do I need to keep an eye on you? Maybe use your belt as a restraint?"

He gives a light laugh - probably thinks I'm kidding - before moving his hands back to interlace behind his neck. I keep eye contact as I slowly work my mouth up and down, taking my pleasure in running my lips over him without him being able to touch me, humming as he hits the back of my throat. It turns me on to cause the sounds escaping him. I feel him trying to shift around from the intensity so I move my forearms to firmly hold his thighs in place, wanting to give him no reprieve from the sensations, no choice but to focus and breathe through the pleasure I'm offering. Once I finally incorporate my hands into my what my mouth has started, I feel him gently buck his hips and tense, the perfect moment to stop. I stand up, he reaches for me.

"Wait, soon. Hands on yourself, sir." I move his hands to his hard on. "Keep going."

While he starts stroking himself I turn around and lift my shirt over my head. Next I slide my jeans slowly over the curve of my hips, bending fully at the waist to take them off, giving him full view of what I can feel are my wet panties. Just as I'm about to stand up he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap.

"Now, it's my turn. Sit on my face you merciless tease," he whispers into my ear, turning my jaw back towards him with a firm grip and crushing my mouth to his.

One knee on the armrest, my other thigh he's holding to keep me pressed up against him. His tongue starts exploring the softness of my inner thighs, circling around what I want for what feels like ages. Payback is kind of a bitch. Soon though, I feel him glide his tongue across the entire length of my aching pussy, flicking the tip across my clit, and I nearly fall over. He has to tighten his grip to steady me. Pulsing his tongue over my sensitive clit, I feel him slip a finger in - in answer I start to grind into him, nearly begging for release. 'Please' whimpers out of my mouth more than once. I can feel my orgasm building and beg for it in earnest. Just then he quickly throws me onto my back on the couch and adds another finger to his efforts, licking and sucking me over my edge. My orgasm races through my body, hard. I can barely get a breath in. His palm rocks out every last throbbing ounce of my pleasure. I feel his breath first, and then his lips on my neck - then I feel his hardness pressed between my legs. My body is desperate for him.

"Do you want to?" he asks, catching my eyes with his. I see in his gaze there's a questioning need. I nod. "Are you sure? Tell me." He presses his lips to my throat, my jaw, my mouth.

"Yes, yes I'm sure, please... please push inside me, ohhh fuck."

It's unimaginable. Feeling his girth slide in just as my orgasm is subsiding pulls me back into another rush of release. My body feels light and my movements like I'm underwater. Laying himself on top of me so closely, rolling his hips deeply, is setting every nerve alight - my head is swimming. He's holding my neck so our foreheads are pressed together, and all the sexy, little sounds coming from him almost impossibly turns me on even more.

"Yes, more... more..." I beg as he starts slamming his hips into me a bit harder. Just hard enough. He starts whispering dirty things in my ear and I feel myself go weak all over. Thrusting deeply into me, telling me how good his cock feels, filling me as I tighten around him, how he's wanted to make me feel good for so fucking long -

Our tongues gliding in rhythm with how he's pushing into me is consuming me. I know exactly what I want next -

"Jude," I whisper "I want to feel you from behind, arm wrapped around my waist, hand on my clit, not letting up until I'm a trembling mess in your arms."

He pulls me up and, turning my ass towards him, quickly takes advantage of the position, pushing his face between my legs. My knees nearly give out - the man is so fucking talented with his tongue. Grabbing my waist he bends me over the back of the couch, pressing me into the cushions so I'm pinned between them and him, and oh my fucking god... I move one of his hands to cover my mouth to keep me quiet, forgetting where we are. It feels so goddamn good I'm letting out uncontrollable, body quaking moans. He dips the tips of his fingers into my mouth and reaches down for my aching clit. I can't handle it, I feel my eyes flutter close, the feeling is so intense, my urgent moans now muffled by my own hand, a trembling orgasm rushing on again.

"Let yourself fall apart on my cock sweetie, don't hold back, cum so hard it wrecks you," he whispers into my ear.

My body answers faithfully.

Before the pulse of my orgasm fully subsides, Jude pulls me to sit, my back against him, on his lap. Turning to keep a soft gaze locked on one another, he's still whispering those sweet dirty nothings - "did that feel so, so good angel?" - and I never want this to end. Things are blurry, I'm drowning deeply in the sensations.

Soon I see the look in his eye turn a bit more focused. He presses his lips to my shoulder, and I know he's feeling the building of his own release.

"Beg me," I whisper into his lips.

"Oh, fuck - please Lia, please... Let me cum, mmm, can I cum inside you?"

"How badly do you want to? I want to hear you say it."

I feel him miss a beat, holding on as long as he can, until I let him.

"In the worst way... I've wanted this for so long - I've even dreamt about it. Please, tell me I can give you everything, and deeply."

His fingers back on my clit, I nearly cry out.

"Yes, yes, fuck! Mmm yessss. Oh my god, cum in me, so deep yes, yes - cum for me, cum for me now."

Naughty trick, I ended up begging for it.

I feel him tense as he holds the back of my neck and crushes his lips onto mine. As he cums he moans into my mouth between gasping breaths. His movements slowing, I can feel the jolts coursing through him, caresses turn tender. We relax and sink into one another, still kissing softly.

"You did not dream about this," I finally break in.

"I absolutely did. You've been inhabiting every corner of my thoughts, are you surprised?"

"Not for the reasons you can imagine."

"Enlighten me."

"...Another time," I pull his lips back onto mine and feel him gently grinding into me. "Oh?"

"You have no idea how hot that was, telling me to beg you, fuck. I'm still so, mmmm."

A knock echoes out from the door and we can hear Lucy call "Freaks" and laugh before her footfalls go the other way.

"Not gonna lie, reality fell away and I totally forgot we were even in here," I admit.

"You know she's probably just going to get a drink and come right back in without knocking again, that was her warning shot."

"In true Luce style."

We laugh and scramble to get dressed, all the while kissing heavily and stumbling about. Pulling my shirt over my head as the last piece in the clothing puzzle, Jude grabs my face and pushes me back onto the couch, things getting hot and heavy again instantly when Lucy throws open the door.

"Wait, you haven't even fucked yet? Jude close the deal!"

"Timeout, Luce. Are you saying you knew we were going to -?"

"So full disclosure, been meaning to tell you, by the way, Sara and I have been at it for months. Notice the afterglow?" Lucy turns her face side to side showing off the blush in her cheeks.

As I piece things together in my mind I turn towards Jude with a questioning look.

"Oh, don't be mad at him, it was my idea. A little white lie in the service of love," Lucy protests. "He was driving us all absolutely fucking insane over you so Sara and I came up with the idea to just get you two alone. I was joking about you going at it, but uh, this room is mad effectively soundproofed, couldn't hear you two at all from down there and upon closer inspection, you deeeeeefinitely fucked," she laughs.

"My best friend, the mastermind. You do know this is entrapment." I turn back towards Jude, eye brow lifted in a question needing an answer.

"You heard the woman," he kisses me like Lucy's not even there, "a little white lie in service of our love." He pulls his face back to search mine and whispers, "Are you sorry about it?"

Nope. Not sorry one fucking bit.

"Best lie ever told as far as I'm concerned. Lucy, you owe me a drink, though, for your devious, devious ways, so hand it over and turn on something heavy and chill. Then get the fuck out, we're not done here."

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The air is so heavy with humidity I'm certain I can drown if I take a deep enough breath. New York City is many things, but bearable in summer it is absolutely not. Building rules be damned, I'm going to expire in this sweltering closet of a fifth floor walkup if I don't get out. My only escape - the roof. The building manager posted a small, neatly typed, white sheet of paper on the message board just before the heatwave began, with strict and uncompromising rules:

1. No air conditioning units shall be mounted in windows. Historic building code 2831.
2. Absolutely no roof access. Building rule 56 in your resident handbook.

Any residents found to be in violation of these points shall be given 30 days notice.

Signed - asshole who doesn't even live here. Who hires a building manager that doesn't live in the same state as the property they manage? But I digress, on the flip side, this can certainly work to my advantage. Having an off site manager is a blessing in disguise. Sure, you can't get your hot water fixed in any kind of timely manner when the guy has to come from Jersey City to Hell's Kitchen just to personally confirm you're not an idiot who can't turn the right knob before sending out a maintenance ticket, but right now the hot water can stay broken for all I care.

My roommate is in Italy for a family vacation and I haven't seen any of my neighbors on this floor in days. Smart bastards probably ran for the coast and the cool, pulsing lull of the ocean. No one would see me do it, no one could prove it was me. (Thank the stars the owners have been too cheap to install security cameras.)

There's a chain on the door leading out to the roof, and I just happen to have a pair of bolt cutters. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know. One drunken night we must have been in a scavenger hunt mood because the next morning there was an assortment of random shit on our coffee table and the cutters were in the mix. If you ask me it was fate, they were waiting for this moment to arrive.

After hours spent lying in my bed unable to sleep even a second because, surprise, my one window leading out to a small, closed courtyard doesn't invite even a breath of fresh air in, I grab my bed sheet, pillow, the bolt cutters, the frozen water bottle resting between my thighs in an attempt to cool off, phone, headphones, and make my way north. A quick clip of a link and I'm free. The door swings open and a pretty impressive sight lays before me - someone is keeping a garden up here. Maybe this is why we've all been banned from the roof. Our overpriced rents don't include this mini oasis. Who the hell has been holding out? ...Whoever it is can bite me. I refuse to melt to death in my room.

I check my phone - it's half past 12am. For a city with such heavy light pollution I can still make out some stars, and I guess everyone else is trying not to get heat exhaustion as well because it's pretty quiet. The loudest sound within earshot is a cricket hiding nearby, happily chirping away. Taking a turn about the garden I can see whoever put this all in place isn't messing around. There's herbs and a tea garden, trellises of roses, even a strawberry patch. Who'd have thought such a lovely escape existed atop such a rundown old building. This city is surprising like that.

I pick a spot next to the roses - the heat is coaxing the scent from them so beautifully, throw down my sheet and put on a playlist before deciding I'm definitely sleeping up here all night and I don't care if that gets me booted. The very faintest of breezes rolls over my arms and I decide to go all in. Goodbye to every last shred of clothing save my underwear. I don't know if it's from being naked outside in such an open space - though no one from any neighboring building can see me within the garden - or the barely there breeze, but my skin jolts to attention and my nipples are firm little buttons against the sultry night air. I turn up the volume in my headphones, stretch out and -

"Holy shit!"

I all but yell as something knocks the bottom of my foot and makes me spring up. At first I think it's a rat that must have bumped into me but, to my absolute shock, it's my beautiful neighbor from 5B that I may or may not have noticed every single time our paths have briefly crossed.

I'm topless and staring at him, he's blushing something deep and, I think, laughing, but I can't hear it because my headphones are still in. Ripping them out as quickly as I can, I fumble and clumsily pull my sheet up over my chest. I don't even have breath to put to words and his nervous laugh turns into a shy yet seriously mischievous grin.

"I'm sorry, I followed you up here. I probably should have let you know I was here before you stripped down, but you did it so quickly I didn't know what to do."

"Uhmmmm."

"Yeah, probably not the best of situations to officially meet someone for the first time, but, I'm Alex."

We each just stand there, staring at one another, when he starts to casually take his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" I interrupt, slightly alarmed.

"Well, I figure it's only fair - this should even the score. I don't mean to bother you if you don't want company, but it's pretty fucking cool up here compared to my place, so I can just go to another corner and not die from heat stroke over there if you don't mind."

He takes off everything but his underwear and I decide, I'm not protesting. I might have - in other circumstances - but, well, it's hot. The fine man deserves to be comfortable, too.

He pauses "- that was a ballsy move, cutting the chain to get up here."

"Didn't seem there was anyone hanging around to narc to Danilo, so I thought I had nothing to lose. You're just as guilty now though... so you might as well pull up a spot and enjoy the ill gotten gains."

"What're you listening to?"

“The Later Moons."

"You know they're playing here next month?"

"Already have my ticket."

"Me too."

"...Well then," I drop my sheet and his jaw visibly tightens. "You're lucky I don't mind being naked around strangers - provided you're not a total psycho."

"I fancy I'm not. I have a cat, back home - she likes me. I feel like that's got to be worth something."

"Cats can sense the good ones," I agree, "what's her name?"

"Spaghetti."

"Yep, psychos don't name cats Spaghetti, it's too fucking silly, we're all good."

We both ease back down to the ground to relax.

I switch my headphones off so the current song can set the mood as we settle in. My eyes trace down his side, to his hands, and I can't help but notice how strong they look, and dexterous from what I can tell in how he uses them when he talks. I take a moment to wonder what they'd feel like sliding up my thigh and it's almost as if he can sense what I'm thinking because he uses that hand to cover his crotch.

"I'm sorry, it's a side effect of lying near a beautiful, naked woman."

"I'm not offended."

He gives a light laugh and rolls on his stomach. We don't say anything, just listen and stay still to try and keep cool. The longer I'm near him it's like I can feel the hum of his body, and the scent of his skin is teasing me. We look over at one another at the same moment and share a repressed and knowing smile. Maybe it's the heat, or the fact that those dark and welcoming eyes I've caught glimpses of over the months have me curious, but I turn over towards him so that I'm close enough for him to reach for me - and he does.

The kiss is tentative at first, and then so heavy and lush I feel my underwear start to soak through with more than my sweat. He brushes a hand against my hotspot and lets out the slightest, sexiest groan into my mouth.

"Okay - wait, ...wait, is this ok? I don't want you to think I planned or expected this. I absolutely swear I only came up here to cool off. I think it's this heat making me a bit bolder than I usually am..."

"Alex, if you don't run that hand back up my leg I'm going to banish you from my rooftop."

Smart man - he obeys, and drags his fingertips across my inner thigh…. the feeling is bliss.

"Good. Now - quick safety check in, if you catch my drift -"

"I'm glad you asked. I'm clean, are we good to go on all counts?"

"There is a goalie and I'm recently tested, too, so we've got no worries. Well, apart from this heat..."

"Mmm, we'll just have to be sure to take things slow...."

His hands explore the soft fullness of my ass and he grabs my ankle, pulling my leg to wrap around his waist. He then begins caressing me from my legs up to my breasts and moves his mouth down to my nipples. I bury his head in my chest and push him onto his back. Sitting up he pulls me hard onto his lap.

"Fffffuuuuccckkk," I moan. His cock is so swollen and my underwear is so wet the sensation of us sliding against one another is nearly too much for me. He begins to kiss my neck and hums -

"So neighbor, tell me, what turns you on?"

"Those hands of yours, I want to see what they're capable of."

He cups my ass with one hand and the outside of my hip with the other and begins sliding me back and forth over his dick at a pace that's maddening in how rhythmic it is.

"Are you a musician?"

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. That and how you're practically keeping a beat as you pull me into you. Bass?"

"I guess I can't help it. Drummer. What do you do?"

"I dabble, sometimes write."

"Interesting. Tell me more about it," in one smooth flip I'm on my back - "later?"

Tugging my underwear down my legs, in no time he has a finger teasing my slit and his tongue is rolling over my clit in a way that causes a fluttery feeling through my stomach. Breaking onto this rooftop is the best decision I've made in months. And I wasn't wrong, those are some damned talented hands. He starts sliding his fingers inside me and I can't comprehend anything but the pleasure. I'm so alert and responsive to his touch it's making me shiver slightly. His fingers are stroking my g-spot while he massages my clit with his devilishly nimble tongue and I can feel my body reward him with the generous flowing of my sweet nectar onto his hands. I feel my legs begin to twitch from the oncoming orgasm but pull his hair to reluctantly stop him - I want to let this one build further. He gives me a questioning look, one I return with a roguish grin -

"Come here."

Our skin, slick from the humidity, makes our movements more fluid and I'm quickly within reach of that cock of his straining against the fabric of his underwear. I slip my hand past his waistband and he lets out a generous groan when I grip him tight. His head is smooth and taught and his shaft defined by ridged veins. I love the feel of him in my hand as I slide it up and down. He bends ever so slightly upwards, and from what I remember from another, similarly curved fling, this is amazing news for my g-spot.

I nearly can't wait, but remind myself that the tension in the buildup makes everything more mind blowing. He starts to drip salty sweet drops from his tip as I continue pulling on him and our mouths crush against each others, his fingers back between my legs, pushing me closer again to what I want so badly. Starting to move south, he puts his hand under my chin and keeps our lips together. Now I want his cock filling my mouth even more.

"I don't get to taste you, too?" I ask.

"As much as I love a good blowjob, your body's got me feeling impatient right now. We don't have to do things in any kind of order."

I reach down again and feel that he is hard as can be, and from the look in his eyes, ready to go.

"My favorite position is where we started."

I don't need to utter a single word more, his briefs are off and he's pulling me onto his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist, we're face to face, studying each other's expression for a long moment before his lips are gently on mine and I'm sitting down onto him. I feel his thickness stretch me and it sets my nerves sparking.

"Alex," I breathe.

My playlist swerves into moodier territory.

We start slow and deep but before long his hands are again on my hips and ass pulling me into him in that rhythmic grinding way that's driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I'm so turned on my entire body is aching deeply. Wrapping my hair around his hand, pulling ever so to tilt my head back, he kisses up my neck and whispers against my ear -

"You enjoy being fucked like this? Outside, under the moon, with a guy you've been fantasizing about?... I've noticed you noticing me…" He lets out a light, breathy laugh. "Did you picture it like this?...Grinding onto my hardness, mmm, while I ask you how you like it?"

"Oh, fuck, uhhh -"

My orgasm surprises me in its swift oncoming and intensity. The shockwaves ripple heavily through my muscles. I twine my arms around his neck and ride the feeling as he holds me tightly against his chest. The pulsing waves rush over me so strongly I can't stop my hips from their swaying up against him, trying to pull every last sensation out of this collision of an orgasm.

"So that's something you enjoy," Alex teases, with a smile and a lifted eyebrow.

I let out a hard, breathy laugh in relief, lean back, and he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and starts gently pulling it while he flicks his tongue against it.

"You have no idea," I pant. "Playing dirty, though, calling me out like that..."

He laughs, "Not sorry."

"How about you? Tell me what drives you crazy."

"I mean, being deep inside you on an open rooftop has me rock fucking hard... making you cum like that... don't worry about me, I'm very much enjoying myself. I say we roll around and find all kinds of positions that feel good."

"You're in luck, I'm limber."

Alex laughs and pulls one of my legs under him, the other over his shoulder as he sinks his cock so deep into me, shifting his weight on top. His thumb teasing my clit, I'm nearly blind with the sensation and I loll my hips up to meet him. Pressing himself heavily on top of me we rock back and forth, finding a rhythm, grinding into one another until I feel that deep swelling again.

Dropping my leg from his shoulder and wrapping it around his waist, pressing close to me, he begins to hum more wildly unfair things that make me go weak.

"How good does it feel, cuming all over my cock? My hands holding you close, as I give you everything you've been imagining... it's better, isn't it? ...better than you imagined. Actually getting to taste my lips, smell our mixed sweat, feel my hardness pushing into you, opening you up, stroking your pussy until you just can't take it anymore..."

I begin to whimper and shake, biting the back of my hand - when he pulls back.

"Whhhhyy have you stopped?!"

"Because watching you unravel like this is such a turn on, I wanted to slow it down for a minute, just so I can do it again...

"Oh, is that all? Just edging me to the point of delirium -"

"That, and I want your second orgasm to be absolutely ridiculous."

He teases me by pushing all the way in and pulling completely out in separate and maddening thrusts.

"Tell me how we get there," he asks.

We resume kissing so heavily it's like a reset button to this sexual escapade and each time he pushes his cock back inside, my body melts around his all over again.

"Lay back." I roll on top of him and sit myself firmly onto his hard on. "Slow you say? Until who? is begging for it?"

I start to ride him... but before I hit my stride he draws his legs up, takes my wrists, pulls them behind my back, holds them there, his other hand at the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. Pushing my hips down on him he starts thrusting and grinding up into me. Holding my gaze, a mischievous look in his eyes, he answers my taunt -

"You. You'll be begging for it, sweetie."

Taking my lips, continuing to hold me so I can't move, can't do anything but take his thick cock like this, I abandon myself to the sensations. So, fucking, good. But - two can play his game.

"You feel me, baby? Gripping your cock, so nicely, as you fuck up into me?" I mumble into his lips.

I feel him falter.

"That's right, you have a weakness too, and it's my wet pussy taking you so well. My soft tits pressed against your chest. Mhmmmm, yeah, I feel you starting to shake, hear your breath unsteadying...."

"Oh no you don't -"

And like that I'm on my side, Alex behind me, wrapped in his arms, his hardness slick between my legs. Both of us laughing at our play.

"Say you want it," his voice is deep and rumbling in my ear. He drags his fingertips up my thighs, my stomach, and cups a hand around my delicate breasts before tangling that hand back in my hair, kissing across my neck and shoulders, his dick slowly pushing back and forth across my inner thighs.

I desperately want him inside me again. Goddamnit this guy is a fucking tease...

I kind of love it.

"I hear those little noises you're trying to contain in that beautiful throat of yours, they're making me, mmmm… throb for you. If only you would just say it, say where you want me to put my cock, and you can have that orgasm I know your body is aching for... get what you want angel..."

Okay, he is much better at this than me, I can't hold out anymore -

Moving his fingers onto my clit I feel his thickness pressing at my wet opening...

"Please, please," I hear myself whisper with a strain of need to my voice.

"Mmmm it's all yours," he breathes.

I collapse in relief at the pleasure of feeling him slowly push back inside me.

"Fuck, I'm not sure how long I'll last once we get going again, this feels absolutely, uhhh." He breathes out a steady long breath as he gives a first full thrust - I let out a moan louder than I would if I gave a damn but I don't - and I feel him hold still for a second.

I want him in to the hilt so I push back and hear him try to stifle a moan.

"Not yet..." a barely audible laugh escapes his lips, "I'm not done letting you know you blinked first... oh, fuck - slow... slow, baby."

He locks my hip in place with his hand and begins sliding his dick in and out so steadily I just want to go crazy on him.

"Goddamn, Alex, that feels unreal."

He picks up the pace and instantly I can feel my orgasm building. My whole body begins to shake and his thrusts get deeper - I hear his breath quicken. He grabs me tighter still as he steadily pumps his cock in and out of my desperately needy pussy. I feel like I'm going to black out as my orgasm starts to roll - and then I feel his fingers back massaging my clit -

Fuck.

A trembling whimper escapes me - he catches my face to turn it and press our lips together just as he starts to moan and cum deep inside me.

Pressing against one another we ride out the pulsing of our orgasms, the throbbing intensity lessens to a dull, pleasurable ache. Slowly, the dim, hazy city lights around us come back into focus and a quiet clam washes over. Just our shallow breathing and that cricket can be heard. I turn to curl up against him.

"Well that was fucking nuts," I say.

He lets out a heavy laugh.

"Yeah, uh, pretty wild. I was miserable about this heatwave until just about an hour ago. Now I think I don't want it to end." He kisses my forehead then pushes his lips against mine.

"Do you feel that? I think the heat is actually breaking, there's a cool breeze. Also, we have until dawn to figure out a way to cover our tracks. I say we sort out that chain and sneak up here again sometime."

“You are nothing but brilliant ideas."

Hi! First time sharing a story here, hope you enjoy!

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The party had been winding down for a while and, honestly, I was getting bored. All the engaging people had moved on to the bars, each others' beds, or a show. Only a few of my roommate's burnout hanger-on buddies were still littering our living room. The music choices had gone south with this group too, so I decided the record player on my nightstand and the comfort of my bed were officially too strong a call to ignore.

Music selection for proper mood adjustment is serious business, and at 2 a.m., shoegaze is just about the only thing that will do. Hopping into the mass of blankets and pillows that is the abyss of my bed, I melt into a buzzy relaxation, the mellow glow of a lamp illuminating my cozy room. Second reason for escaping the crowd - I've been horny as hell all night. I don't know what does it for others, but the energy of fun, of witty conversation, and a fine blend of some alluring people does it for me...

Before long, my hands are caressing up and down my inner thighs - exploring and gently tickling the fold where my ass creases at my thigh, lightly dragging my fingertips over my underwear hiding my nectar-y depths.

Suddenly, I hear a playful tap at my door.

"What? Wait, fuck, I mean, who is it -"

I'm caught off guard, buzzed, and touching myself - I'm not at my most eloquent. An adorably genuine laugh I recognize announces to me that it's Theo.

"Caaaan I come in?"

“Don't see why not. I thought you'd left a while ago."

“Yeah, well, Rosy caught me out on the balcony for-fucking-ever as she talked me through one of her latest epiphanies."

"She's been having a lot of those lately it seems. You know she's crazy about you, right?"

"She's not very subtle."

He falls into bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fun night."

"Yeah, Max's friends are a bit of a yawn, and they seem to hang around the longest, but earlier it was. You headed out?"

"Why, are you kicking me out?" He eyes me playfully. "I'm in no rush." He then hesitates and gives me a bit of a weirder look. “Though, I did notice you were busy. I can let you get back to it, if you like."

"Uhhhhh," and a nervously too loud laugh is all my dumb brain can produce. "Well, I mean, fuck. I gave in to an urge… wait! Were you spying on me?"

"If one is leaving the bathroom," he points, "your door left cracked open is the perfect angle to get a shot of the action. If you ask me, you wanted to be caught."

"I see. So you didn't linger then, before knocking?"

Now it was his turn to blush. He's about to say something when another knock comes at the door and Rosy's muffled voice asks if I've seen Theo.

"Fuckkkk, whyyyy," Theo whisper moans. "Help me hide."

"Hide?" I laugh, and he claps a hand over my mouth.

"Emma?" Rosy tries again.

"For real, she's too much for me right now, best hiding spot, where?"

I point to the open window since his hand is still tight on my mouth, and give him an impish grin as he hops off in the direction of the fire escape.

"Emma are you in thereeeee."

"Yeah," I call back, "Sorry, I dozed, what's up?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yep."

"Have you seen Theo? I think he Irish exited, again."

"You know Theo,” I shrug.

“Uhhggg. One of these days I will have my way with him!" She leaves, head flung back in dramatics.

After a minute I call 'Olly Olly Oxen Free' to signal safety. Nada. I guess Theo must have done as he does and disappeared, and so I settle back in to continue my night.

"Shirt, uhg,” I struggle for a second, "beat it!" I announce, pulling off my top, flinging it toward the opposite end of my room. Braless as per, I love the instant freedom of whipping off my shirt. Not a second later I hear a subdued laugh and a tap on my window.

"You rat! Tell me you're still out there!"

"I'm still out here." Theo laughs some more.

"I gave you the all clear!" I chide as I bury myself under my comforter.

"The window locked behind me."

"Well?"

"Well aren't you going to let me back in?"

I think about it for a second and realize there's no smooth way to keep myself covered, so I pull my massive comforter around me as best I can and shuffle to the window.

"Naughty, you," I chide again as I unfasten the latch. From the darkness outside I see his hand only for an instant before it comes up under my chin, and next I know, Theo's lips are on mine. The shiver it sends through my body nearly knocks my knees out. His kiss is intent, his lips lush, and his tongue soon finds my own.

"Wait, wait, waiiitt, what is happening?!"

Pulling himself inside enough that he can sit on the ledge and face me, he grabs my comforter and pulls me into his hips. His legs press the outsides of my thighs to hold me in place.

"I gave in to an urge," he cheekily offers up in echo of my earlier admission. A smile lights up his face.

"I didn't know we had urges about one another...”

"You always were the oblivious one,” he teases.

I pull back and give him an incredulous look. "Noooo, you're fucking with me. Not awesome." I motion to move away and he slips a cool hand inside the comforter around my warm waist.

"Not so fast - I mean it."

"Since when!?"

"Since always!" He seems to be knocked sideways from his normally relaxed demeanor.

I still don't quite believe him, but don't want to deny him his confession again. Truth be told, I'm not upset about it. He came into our friend circle through a bandmate of my roommate, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't instantly notice him. He's always so approachable, and yet guarded. We get along famously, but there was never a vibe I picked up from him that he was interested! We quickly clicked in our shenanigans and had become the heckling muppets from the balcony whenever everyone hangs out, it drives our friends insane. It's just easy with him - oh, wait, I pause - I am, in fact, an oblivious idiot.

"You never once noticed how I seek you out whenever we all get together? Legit, I suffer all the passes Rosy takes at me, just so I don't miss a chance to be near you."

"Why didn't you ask me to ever, I don't know, hang out? Alone?"

"I'm shy!"

"No you're not!"

"Ok, that's a lie. You make me nervous - good nervous! I don't know, I thought I'd missed my window, but then tonight happened so I made my move and here we are."

"Mighty awkward of you."

"Don't," he laughs. "Please don't make this weird for your amusement. I like you. A lot."

"Well - where do we go from here? You've got me in a pretty compromising position."

"Let me get you into more compromising positions?" He grins, almost sheepishly. Maybe he is a bit shy after all.

Another knock at my door breaks the moment.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Is it almost three? Yeah, it's her emotionally slutty witching hour. She probably wants to come in and whine about you ignoring her throwing herself at you."

"What now?"

I think on it for a second.

"I locked the door after she left before. We pretend I'm asleep, and maybe you take your pants off." Even the suggestion of him getting naked causes the aching between my legs to make my stomach flip. "On one condition."

"Name it."

"You really mean what you're saying, and it's not that you just stumbled into a delightful opportunity you couldn't help but see if you could get in on. I mean, I wouldn't want to make you feel used or anything..."

Theo moves both hands to either side of my neck, holding my eyes in a steady gaze. He draws his face closer to mine so our noses touch and then kisses one of my eyelids. "My chest gets tight and my hands sweat when I'm near you, I mean it.”

I take a deep breath in.

"…One last bit of housekeeping, then. Tested recently?”

“We’re completely good to go my dear, you? And do we need protection?"

“Seconding that, and I’m on birth control.”

“Brilliant.”

I run my fingers through his wavy hair and his hand drops back to my side. He pinches and tugs at my nipple - my body quakes in response. A light gasp rewards his touch. I have to hold myself back from pouncing on him. His other hand around the back of my neck, he moves my lips to his and without thinking our bodies are pressed firmly together, our kissing so heavy our deep breaths are making too much noise.

Another knock at my door, "Em, Em, Emmaaaaaaa." We giggle like kids hidden in plain sight during hide and seek.

"Shhhhh. Seriously, we need to be quiet or that very tenacious roommate of mine is going to learn what's going on in here and she will be absolute hell to live with."

Theo places a knowing finger over his lips before putting his hand back over my mouth and begins kissing just under my ear, across my jaw, and down my neck. With his free hand he pushes the comforter off my shoulders. The coolness of the night air breezing in from the window causes me to shiver again, just as he presses his teeth into my shoulder. I yelp under his palm but he shushes me, his lips grazing my ear. I can feel the atmosphere charge with the eroticism of the first time we're touching each other needing to be subdued.

I reach a hand out to touch him and he nimbly pulls it away and behind my back.

"Do you trust I'll be gentle with you?"

“I’ve not known you to be anything but."

Taking his shirt off, he crushes his lips to mine before taking my other hand, bringing the one behind my back in front to meet it, and ties them together with said shirt. Keeping his eyes set on mine as he tugs the knot around my wrists, the mischief in his gaze has me buzzing. What a playful thing he is - I’m so very excited.

"You seem to either have some tricks up your sleeve, or you've thought about this before," I whisper.

"I've thought about you before." He gives a sweet, restrained smile and throws me back onto my bed - I let out a surprised laugh. "You know, you're going to get us caught," he mock scolds before pulling my legs around his waist. His tongue is teasing mine again in no time.

"Tell me what you've thought about."

"Why don't I just show you," he offers in such a hushed tone I barely hear him, but I feel his words pulse through me.

I make him nervous he said, but now it's my turn to be nervous. Good nervous. I start trembling and I feel him freeze.

"You're shaking."

"Anxious excited is all."

"Please sweetie, tell me what I need to do to help you relax."

“Touch me, I want your hands all over me.”

Without missing a beat Theo firmly grabs my hips and gently presses his thumbs into the inside crest of my hip bones. It drives me wild, the sensation it causes through my core. Drawing his one hand up along my side he cups my breast, with the other he tenderly pulls my hair at the base of my neck and kisses behind my ear.

“Fuck, oh my god,” I whisper.

"Good 'oh my god?'"

"Mmmmmmmm," I bite my lip before moaning into his mouth in a heavy kiss.

I can feel his cock so hard against my leg, I angle myself over his thigh to start gently riding him. He gets the cue and lunges his leg tight to me. I want to growl, I want to moan, I want to shout with delight. I think he knows this because his kiss doesn't let me come up for air. His self assurance is such a turn on, I feel so taken care of already - I thrill at his touch. In the middle of all this, he sets my hands free and tears my shorts and panties off in one smooth tug. Dragging his fingertips lightly up and down my thighs, circling closer to my achy, needy slit, I can’t help but tremble in anticipation.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

I nod.

His fingers find my clit and press gently, then begin to roll. My body melts at this touch. The most intense, pure pleasure washes over me.

Reaching for his waistband, I slip a hand down inside, feel the dewy warmth of his cock and wrap my hand around him. Sweat from our play lightly slicks the inside of his thighs. He lets go of me just long enough to undo his belt, pull down his briefs, and he falls out with such a heavy swing I find I'm a bit surprised - though, who knows for what reason. I felt how big he is, but it’s different apprising a situation fully. It’s also much more intense, and satisfying, now having unrestrained access to him. If I wasn't horny before, holding his cock in my hand as he gently thrusts up into my palm has me going more than a little wild.

"I know a way to keep us quiet," I offer in half desperation. He continues to tease between my legs, barely dipping a finger in, and I’m so impatient.

"Do tell,” he hums in my ear... he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

"I'm going to sit on your face, and at the same time, swallow you to the back of my throat."

He huffs out in surprise, I feel his body relax in that moment of overload-weakness when something turns you on to the point of no control, but he catches himself quickly.

"Get over here, you fucking goddess."

A quick tussle around the bed and my hips are hovering above his lips. We both seem to pause, to take in the moment - soon, though, he's pulling me down onto his face and his tongue is gliding along my aching opening, teasing and sucking, the flat of his tongue finding my clit and lapping at it firmly, maddeningly so. I hold my breath in an effort to keep back a groan, and marvel at his gorgeous, thick hard-on. 'Lucky me,' I think. I guide his throbbing head deep down to my throat. The feel of his smooth cock sliding past my lips, into my mouth, coupled with the intoxicating warm scent of his sweat causes me to start bucking my hips against his lips and use my tongue to caress him with more abandon.

“Oh, oh goddamnit,” I hear him mumble.

He pulls me tighter onto his face - the building sensation is getting intense. He pushes a finger inside me and I’m seeing stars.

"Wait - wait," I breathily manage and pull myself off. I can tell this one will take it all out of me - "not yet."

Laying back into the corner of my bed by the wall, I motion with a figure for him to follow me.

Drawing near he asks, “So what's your style?"

"In relation to?" I puzzle.

"What I mean is, how do you want to be loved tonight?” He tucks a rouge lock of hair behind my ear before sliding his hand back between my thighs. "Personally, I usually like things slow and intense - occasionally, a bit rough."

“Mmm, how rough is rough?" I ask, intrigued but cautious.

He presses a finger back inside me, finding my g-spot. I gasp and press into his palm.

“Are you opposed to a stroke of my palm across your ass? Or a hand lightly on your neck, holding your jaw? You say when and control the intensity.”

He slips a second finger in and redoubles his efforts. I arch my back and ache for release.

In answer, I shift my legs to offer him a wide open shot of my delicate, round cheek.

"Yeah?”

"Give it your best shot, but keep it quiet-ish! I'll let you know when it's too much. What should our safe word be…. 'Rosy'?" I giggle at my tease. He claps one hand back over my mouth and seems a bit more serious, or focused, I'm not sure which.

"Let's keep her out of this, how about a simple ‘timeout’?” Removing his hand for a moment, we agree to our word with a generous kiss.

Giving a smart little slap that makes me jolt, he then uses his free hand to guide his cock near to my aching, wet slit. That mischievous look again, it gives me needs. I make a small noise in the back of my throat - he pauses, eyebrow raised over one eye.

"Did you say something?"

I shake my head as best I can with the weight of his hand on my lips. He moves it away and lowers his face to my neck.

"Give me permission," he whispers into my ear.

"Please," is all I offer.

A hand slipped under my knee, he pulls me to face him, wrapping my thighs around his waist. Pinning my arms above my head with one hand, guiding his cock with the other, my breath catches in anticipation. Slowly, he pushes inside me, inch by solid inch, and a wave of pleasure crashes across my body. A breath in and he starts rolling his hips deeply into mine. Oooff, fuck, fuck - fuck. The way his cock fills me, and how he's tapping my clit with the rocking of his hips - I'm way too turned on at this point and am not going to last long.

He’s tuned in - my breathing becomes heavy and his pace turns more deliberate. I feel a finger slide between my ass cheeks and begin swirling across my tight little hole. “Do you want me to press in? Just a bit?"

“Fuck, yes,” I beg, “but I’m so close,” I cry. It’s all too much, too good.

"Cum for me, cum all over me, come completely undone - yes sweetie, get there, get there."

I lose it. I see stars again, the rush and the release are so intense I lose time.

"What, the actual, fuck," I finally manage between panted breath as the pulsing of my orgasm slows.

"You like that?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you liked that," he quietly laughs.

Sitting back, he pulls me on top of him to ride him, face to face. The throbbing aching I feel is so intense it nearly hurts - that sweet shade of wonderful almost-pain only a certain type of pleasure can take on... but I can't stop myself from grinding on his hard cock. I hear him moan before I feel a tart, stinging smack and hear the sound.

"You can't do that!" I whisper, “too loud!!"

The sound of him slapping my ass cracks through the muffled silence of our fucking.

"Can't or shouldn't?"

I keep riding him and he grips my hips firmly as he pulls me into him, our breathing getting more labored as we kiss to keep each other quiet.

“Huhh… oh my god, fuck," he pulls his lips away, presses his forehead to mine and protests - "Honestly baby, I'm close, if you keep riding me like this..."

I bite his lip, hard, and tangle my fingers in his hair. It feels too good to slow down.

He lets out a determined breath and really starts pulling my hips into his. The feeling of him hitting even deeper inside me is startling and I begin to shake, letting out a trembling moan into his mouth. I feel his body tense as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist and holds me to him, rocking up into me. He breathes out a few heavy sighs of release, and pulls me down onto him. Our skin is slick with sweat from working so hard to keep close and quiet. The heat radiating between us is cooled by the breeze from the window.

We lay this way, breath steadying, gazing into one another's eyes as the sweat evaporates from our skin. Theo runs his fingertips up and down my side, giving me little shivers.

"Hey, remember that really embarrassing time last week when I started stuttering... that we somehow have never mentioned since it happened?"

"Haha, yeah I wondered what that was about. I thought you were just way too drunk, you never drink tequila."

"I was, and I got into that rare form because I was working up the courage to tell you I liked you… and because Caleb was teasing me that I’d never do it and kept handing me shots. Oof, never ever again."

"Well, next time I'll just sick Rosy on you, and you can escape into my room. That seemed to do the trick."

"Fuck, please keep that woman away from me. I'll never leave this bed if you don't promise me immediately."

"Well then where's my incentive to promise?"

Grabbing my chin like he did earlier in the night on the fire escape, he teases my lips with his tongue before parting them and kissing me deeply once more. My body responds and his eyes seem to ask - round two?

Additional tags: [Begging] [Listener Orgasm x2] [Caring] [Sweet] [Some Aftercare]

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Another long one, what can I say? I’m a fan of story. Thanks for checking it out!

You’re the knight assigned watch to keep the princess out of trouble, and the task has left you *frustrated.* Willful and restless, she keeps you on alert with her creative disappearances. You’re exasperated. Why must she be such a *brat.* Someone ought to tame that energy...

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