Panting, worked up, and fiery like a raging dragon, I reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and forcefully pushed my hand into her panties, fingering her slit. I couldn’t help but groan at the silky wetness I found between her legs. You couldn’t fake that. Jess was as hungry for me as I was for her. As I spread her wetness over her lips, I growled, “Do you know how tortured I was in bed next to you last night? What it was like to feel your plump cheeks pressed up against me and not reach around and do exactly what I’m doing now?”
In response to my admission, she pushed her hips up, forcing my fingers to plunge deeper inside her. I felt her throb around my hand. She was already so turned on. “Did you want me to touch you like this last night, Jess? Were you lying in my arms, hoping I would touch you?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I want you like this.” She bucked, riding my hand. “I want more than this.”
I circled my thumb around her clit as I said, “Tell me exactly what that means. Be explicit.”
She wasn’t shy. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, right here, right now, against this wall.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I grabbed the edges her jeans and started to shimmy them down for her before she took over, kicking off her slip-on sneakers and stepping out of her pants and her panties as quickly as possible.
I didn’t even bother to remove my pants. I just unzipped them, letting them slip down to my knees as I picked her up, pressing her bottom into the wall behind her and drove my cock deep into her core. I pumped hard and fast over and over again, my belt buckle rattling with each thrust. The way we fucked wasn’t sweet or cuddly. It wasn’t the gentle, sultry sex of daydreams. It was tangled with hot breaths and spiked moans. It was frenzied, crazed, and desperate. Our mouths were a mismatched clatter of teeth and tongues, and the way I slammed into her, it was a miracle I didn’t put a hole in the wall.
As Jess started to tighten around me, I snarled, “This pussy is mine. I own it. Do you understand?” Jess pumped her head up and down, vigorously but she was past the point of words. I slowed my movements just a bit, wanting to draw out her pleasure. “That’s it, baby, come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
As if she was directly responding to my command, Jess came. All the muscles in her body clenched and she cried out, “Oh fuck, Ben.”
Seeing her lose control was even more powerful than I’d imagined it could be. She was all feeling, an explosion of need and emotion, a shower of pleasure. It was the kind of thing that needed to be painted—the kind of thing I painted as a young man.
Jess
We fucked. Ben Hoffman and I fucked hard and dirty in his childhood bedroom, and then we put on our costumes and went out to the party like nothing happened. Well, sort of. We went out to the party like two people who were crazy about each other, making googly eyes from across the room, sharing a plate of food, holding hands. Which would have been great, but we fucked, and we did so without clarifying what it really meant, so I still couldn’t put my finger on whether or not all the feelings I was having were real.
The attraction was obviously real. Ben was into me, but was he into me as his actual future girlfriend or was he into me as a horny guy banging a hot body for Halloween weekend? I should have considered the details a little harder but I just didn’t feel like it. If it wasn’t real, then I still wanted to pretend it was for just this one night. I wanted to feel what it was like to be the girl who won, instead of the girl who was always losing everything. So I put on my sexy angel costume, with the short tulle skirt, the gold bralette, and glittery wings, and let the devil tempt me.
He was quite the devil. The more champagne he consumed, the naughtier he got. Early in the evening it was subtle, the stroke of his fingertips across my lower back, a playful ass smack on the dance floor, or a chaste kiss leaning against the bar, but as the night wore on, he started to push boundaries.
At one point I was sitting and leaning on a tablecloth-covered cocktail table, talking with Max and Patrick, the couple who owned the bakery in town. Patrick’s team made all the breads and cookies at the party so I was telling them how delicious they were. Ben, who had gone off to grab us both drinks, took the seat next to me and asked, “Pray tell, what are you and these fine folks discussing, darling?”
“I was just telling them that the pumpkin cookies are divine,” I said.
Ben leaned forward, grabbing a cookie from the plate at the center of the table with one hand and as he leaned back, he slid his other hand straight up my thigh and between my legs. He made a show of taking a bite and chewing the cookie, while under the table his two fingers slid into the hem of my panties and swirled in the wetness of my puss.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned. “This is delicious,” he said, leaving me to wonder if he was referring to Patrick’s cookie or mine.
It was impossible to hide how turned on he made me for more than a few moments, so when the band changed tunes, I said, “Oh, I love this one. Can we dance, Ben?”
He slid his hand down my thigh as Max noted, “Ben doesn’t dance.”
Ben smiled at her and then with a softness in his expression, he turned so I was looking directly at his face and sweetly cooed, “For Jess, I do.”
The band played “All of Me” by John Legend, so we danced slow, pressed tightly together, his hard cock thick against my thigh.
“I find you irresistible,” he said. “I can’t be close like this without wanting to haul you off and ravish you.”
I giggled. “I’m pretty sure you just tried to ravish me at a table with other people.”
“Did I?” he said mischievously.
“A little.”
He leaned down, bringing his lips to the shell of my ear, and with a hot breath, he whispered, “I can play with my pussy whenever I want, Jess.”
Just like it had when we were fucking, my core clenched hearing him claim my most sensitive part as his own. My breathing also started to race and a little animalistic grunt escaped from my throat.
Still curled around me, he fluttered his lips against the tender spot on my neck just beyond my earlobe before he said, “You like that, don’t you? Knowing your pussy is mine, knowing that tonight I’m going to make sure you come again and again.” My hips flexed, pressing into his and my back bowed, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. “Should we start now, baby? Are you ready to come again?”
I bit my lip and nodded my head quickly.