One day, he requested that I make him an erotic fiction piece and this is what I came up with. Don’t laugh. Its not really my forte. I’m more into sensuality than sexuality when it comes to words. Or maybe I’m just a crap writer. Fuck knows.
He was a beautiful man. Not the best I’d ever seen, but he sure gave the rest a run for their money. And yes, I knew he was cocky, but his arrogance was a surprising turn on. It was that self assured confidence bred from years of success that lingered on blue bloods and middle-aged businessmen that had somehow found itself smeared all over a broke art student.
I would have chuckled at the irony, but my mouth was full of cock.
I loved this. Just fucking loved it.
He grabbed my hair and he tasted too good and I could ride him forever. You know that saying “size matters”? Or the defensive one “ It doesn’t matter how big, if they know how to work it.”? Both are utter bullshit. I believe there is a Goldilocks Zone. A Goldilocks Zone of cock, somewhere between too big and slightly below average where the closer you get to the middle the more perfect everything is….
But unfortunately, my pseudo-scientific mental ramblings were cut short by him roughly wrenching me off him.
“ Stop. I don’t want it to end like this.”
I pulled forward against his grip and licked the tip with the end of my tongue. Just to show him how much I wanted it. He shuddered. I stood and cupped his face in my hands. I kissed his temple softly, then pushed him back onto the futon.
I like to use this mixture of softness and wantonness with him. It would be easy to haul off and just writhe on him like a slut, but he’d probably expect it. No matter how much I’d love to do just that. But there was something enjoyable about hitting him with sweetness when he didn’t expect it. Kissing his dick before I sucked it. Looking at him in surprised ecstasy as he fucked me hard. Saying ‘please’ in a quiet voice before he came.
I bit each of his nipples hard then kissed the middle of his chest and stroked his sides softly with my finger tips. He grasped my hips roughly, kneading his thumbs into my joints. I arched back and pushed my tits into his face. God, its cute how much he loves that.
I combed my fingers through his hair roughly so it stuck up in spikes.
“As you ready?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I lowered myself onto him and moaned loudly, the fullness, Oh the fullness. He arched up and hissed as I took him all the way in.
His roommate banged on the wall in annoyance and we both laughed and he banged back. I rolled my hips cheekily and covered my mouth in mock embarrassment. He smirked and offered me his hands. We laced fingers and I began to ride him.
Usually we have more time than today, so it will have to be quick. I started slow, just enjoying the feeling; teasing him, by squeezing him inside on the down-stroke and swiveling enticingly. I tossed my hair back and gasped. It was nice, but I really had to get back to work in twenty minutes so I sped up, bouncing on his dick wantonly.
He bit his lip and thrust up for a while before getting tired of the pace and flipping me abruptly. Not expecting it, I shrieked in surprise, and bounced up from the mattress. We brutally collided foreheads. Both of us groaned in agony and he covered his eyes.
His roommate banged on the wall even harder.
“Would you guys shut the fuck up?!”
It was so absurd and awful and hilarious that I just started laughing.
He raised an eyebrow, then kissed me playfully and scraped my face with his stubble with a vengeance.
“I know you’ve gotta go, so lets make this quick.”
He reached down and fucked me slowly playing with my clit. I wrapped my legs around his back and arched up towards him in encouragement. I could feel myself getting closer, so I rushed forward towards it, pinching my own nipples and leaning up to be kissed.
I gasped and came hard, clutching his shoulders. I tried to be quiet, because really, his roommate is a very nice guy. Law student. And it was finals week.
My art student, however didn’t give a fuck. He moaned loudly as he finished, collapsing heavily onto my chest.
3-2-1 Obligatory cuddling. Then I wiggled out from underneath him and starting throwing my clothes back on. He watched me as I got dressed. Pulled up my stockings and tied up my hair.
“Don’t forget the midterm today.” I said, putting my glasses back on and throwing my purse over my shoulder.
“Is it hard?” he asked, partially muffled by the sheets.
I laughed then patted him on the cheek. “For you, dear, it doesn’t matter.”
