We swore we were going to be good. It was late when we got home, and even later by the time we crawled into bed. Weeks of sleep deprivation had tapped our energy reserves and we’d been running on fumes. We should have known better.
Talking in the dark, the heat of our bodies radiating against each other, we took turns pushing each other a little further away from any innocence that night. At one point, his hard cock pressed into my lower back as I fought to not touch him. It was a slow, dangerous simmering of desire.
I finally twisted around to face him. I swore I would be good tonight. Anything that happened would be his doing. He was the one who had to be at work in the morning.
His head dipped down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss and any semblance of control I had left cracked. My hand ran up his chest to his shoulder, pushing him back against the bed so I could slide on top of him, pinning him against the mattress.
But we didn’t fuck, even though we wanted to. After kissing and grinding and teasing, some modicum of reason crept back into our brains. “We shouldn’t do this,” he breathed heavily.
“I know.” My head dropped to his shoulder with a sigh, “We need to sleep.”
I rolled off him. Settling back into the bed, I took a deep breath and tried to clear away the fog of arousal with little success. My right hand eventually slipped between my legs and was immediately slick with fluid. I was mostly annoyed. We needed to sleep badly, but my body had other things clearly in mind.
“I’m really, really wet,” I said. He just chuckled. After a pause, I continued: “Would you mind if I…”
“If you want.”
My fingers easily slipped into place, slipped into a rhythm. I started off slowly, quietly, almost imperceptibly. After a minute or two of laying in the dark, I propped one of my legs up and quickened the pace of my hand, a sigh escaping my lips.
He shifted in bed next to me, closing the gap between us, his body brushing against mine. He now knew I hadn’t been bluffing in my intentions.
His arm slipped behind my neck and I expected his mouth to find mine. Instead his hand quickly slipped over my mouth and held tight, while his other hand grabbed my unoccupied one and brought it to his cock. My fingers wrapped tight and began stroking him while my other set of fingers pushed harder and faster against my clit, slipping back and forth. I took a deep breath through my nose before he pinched it shut for a few seconds. I exhaled in a rush, and sucked air back in quickly before he did it again.
Trusting him with that level of control gave me a rush, and suddenly I wanted to get off immediately. I tried to keep pace with both of my hands as he continued to control my breathing. But after a few frustrating minutes, my hands stopped and his hand fell away from my mouth.
“I can’t come,” I admitted. I was close, but I just couldn’t quite reach the edge. I was hitting a wall.
He paused, the gears turning in his horny brain, coming up with a solution. He got up and straddled my chest, pushing his cock past my lips and teeth and deep into my mouth. One hand pinned the arm that had previous been stroking him, while the other dug into my hair and pulled gently.
“I left a hand free for a reason,” he breathed.
I whimpered and began to suck him while digging my fingers into the hot, slippery skin around my clit. Saliva began to build up, making my mouth wet and inviting. He thrust gently, tugging on my hair. His cock pushed in deep enough to temporarily stop the flow of air, forcing me to time my breath with his thrusts. Several times I had to pull back, allowing him to slip entirely out of my mouth, and take several large gulps of air.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a dangerous growl, pushing back into my mouth.
It was finally enough to make me come. My body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through my exhausted muscles, fogging my brain with a flood of hormones.
He had slipped out of my mouth, and shifted to kneeling on my left side, giving me a brief chance to come down, to catch my breath.
His cock was still hard as I moved slightly to face him and he pushed back into my mouth. The angle was awkward for me to move much, and he had all the control over the depth and pace as he fucked my mouth. I sucked, flicked my tongue, and offered hints of teeth. Eventually I slipped my damp hand around the base of his cock, adding to the pressure and friction. His balls were tight against his body. He was close.
He came with a grunt and a whimper, his come running over my tongue and pooling in my cheek. I sucked gently, swallowing carefully and running my tongue over his softening cock to capture anything that might have spilled. He comments about my extraordinary cleanup frequently, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint.
He fell back on the bed with a sigh. I kissed his hip and ran my hand over his stomach.
“This is really bad.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Really, really bad.”
So much for sleep.
