Perhaps it was the alcohol in my system but I felt jittery and excited as I stood under the shower, I was becoming more conscious of my environment by the seconds and the sleepiness left my body as the cold water drizzled all over me.
I thought back to the game night and the way everyone was complimenting me. Did I really change? I mean… What has changed about me? Okay, I trimmed my hair a bit and repacked it but they were exaggerating the whole thing.
I thought about Gideon and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Tonight was hilarious, I know we all swore a Pact to keep whatever happens during game night a secret between ourselves but Jennifer giving Gideon a Blow Job was something I doubt would remain a secret. How did she even summon the courage to do that?
“Why are you taking so long, Miss Owl?” that annoying British accent cut through thoughts.
“I have not even been in that long!” I yelled back at him.
“Well, it is been fifteen minutes already and if you are not out in the next three minutes, then I will have to come make sure that you are not dozing off…:
I had to increase the shower so as to not hear the rest of his words, he is so demanding, who does he think he is? My Boss?
Finally, I was done with the shower and walked out in my towel, somehow I had forgotten that he was seated there waiting for me and that made my heart skip when I stepped out and saw him.
He was sitting on my bed with his top three buttons undone and his shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his perfectly carved arms and a bit of his chest. I tried to act normal as I walked past him, heading for my wardrobe, but my legs were still wet and so I slipped .
I screamed, looking forward to hitting the ground hard but I felt his strong arms catch me out of nowhere, he was either very fast or I was falling very slowly, because how was he seated just before I slipped.
With the catch, I had my arms around his neck while his hands were on my waist and back. Somehow, the towel had managed to stay intact.
“You know you should watch where you are going, Miss Owl.”
I smiled and stared into those gray eyes, they did things to my body. Like damn, why is he so hot and sexy?
“What if I don’t want to?” I replied with a light giggle.
He smiled, still holding me in that position, his eyes rested on my lips and slowly up my face. “Why do you have to make it so difficult for me?” he whispered
“What do I make so difficult for you?” I asked excitedly with a little smirk on my face.
“Fuck, Ann!” he cussed and immediately lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bed.
He placed me down on my back, crashing right into me as we attacked each other’s lips with a ferocious kiss, it was raw and intimate, like a wildfire ignited, Passion and lust spreading through their bodies with reckless abandon. It was like we had been yawning for this for a very long time.
He broke the kiss and quickly began to unbutton the rest of his buttons, but I was too much in heat to sit back and watch him. I grabbed his shirt and flung the buttons open, some of them rolling all the way down to the door.
He ripped the shirt off him and descended right back on me; my hands explored his upper body, digging into his skin in pleasure as he devoured my neck, leaving a trail of kisses like whispered promises.
“Fuck!” I muttered in a low voice, desire sweeping through my body. I had never felt this much desire to be fucked and I wanted to skip to bigger things, but Mr. Blackwood was better at holding back than I was.
Although patient, his kisses were feverish, desperate, fueled by a hunger that couldn't be ignored. Every touch crackled with urgency, I was yawning to have him in me. I was stark naked, he had pulled out the towel from under my back and tossed it away.
I was frustrated by the fact that he still had so much clothes on, he was bareback quite alright but his pants were still strapped on with his stupid belts and each time I tried to grab them from under his belly, he got hold of my hand and pulled it out.
My emotions were laid bare, raw and vulnerable in the throes of desire, I just wanted to feel him inside of me, I was itching between my thighs, desperate to jump to that stage. Maxwell gave my neckline breathing space and then came for my lips.
With one of his hands squeezing my boobs in a way that filled me with pleasurable sensations, he slammed his lips in mine and had me tongue-tied, there was little time to breathe as a sense of urgency thrummed through our bodies.
“Fuck!” I said breathily as I pushed him off to catch some air. Taking cue, he let go of my lips and trailed kisses down to my boobs, he was gentle yet passionate.
I rubbed his head amidst moans as he sucked on them, he made it clear that he was in love with my boobs so I wasn’t surprised with the attention he was giving to that part of my body. As my fingers moved through his hair, I grabbed on the bed sheets with the other hand, silent moans escaping my lips.
“Just do it already, please,” I cried out, unable to hold back anymore.
I wanted an orgasm! The pressure was too much, the wave of desire and lust, I couldn’t handle it anymore.
I heard him chuckle softly as he traced kisses down to my belly button and just above my Vagina, he gently rubbed my thighs and I felt sparkles of electricity run through me, it felt like my body would explode if he continued teasing me.
I got tired of waiting and sat up, flipping him around on his back and immediately getting on top of him, his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Shit! Does Alcohol give you superpowers?” He asked in genuine curiosity and I couldn’t hold back the chuckle.
“Shhh” I hushed him with my finger on his lips. “Just lay back, I will do it myself.” I blurted and grabbed his belt.
I unhooked his belt and pulled it right off his waist, and in the next second, I had pulled down his pants and underwear, so now we were both stark naked. As I stared at his dangling hard dick, I decided to hold back my desire to have it in me for a minute longer.
I should perhaps give him a taste of his own medicine, I ran my fingers very lightly through his chest and down to his abdomen, his body shivered in excitement and moans escaped his lips.
Hearing him moan made me go crazy, I wanted to hear it again and so without giving him a warning, I wrapped his nipples in my mouth and flickered it with my tongue, his body shook vehemently.
“Oh… fuck…” He whispered and pushed my head off. “Stop please.” He demanded. I didn’t realize how sensitive his body was until now, from his reaction I could guess it was ticklish.
“Hey, no hands!” I warned with a strict face and pinned his large arms to the bed.
I didn’t give him a chance to argue as I went back to sucking his nipple and running my hands through his body. At this point, I was dripping wet and his moans were making me go crazy. I could feel the heat, smell the sweat, hear the moans rippling through the roof, and taste the desperation, his hard dick kicking beneath me.
I had this desire to make him feel hotter, I wanted to put him in the position that he had put me in and so I moved down and popped his wood into my mouth. A light moan escaped his lips as he felt the warmth of my mouth on his dick.
I began to suck his dick slowly, popping my head up and down. He grabbed my hair and tried to thrust in faster so as to reach climax but I took his hands off, his groans of desperation and the plea in his eyes made me feel proud of myself. Now he knows better than to tease a lady in ovulation.
I lifted my face, saliva trailing down my cheeks and down his manhood, I got on top of him and slowly inserted his dick into my vagina, a soft sigh escaping my lips. Gawd! It felt so good to finally have him inside of me.
I bent my knees and pushed my upper body forward as I began to ride him in the cowgirl position, my tits hanging over his face. Our moans were going up the roof and with each moan, I felt the need to ride faster, with a rhythm that was quickly pushing me closer to climax.
I could feel it building up inside of me and at that moment, time dissolved, leaving us adrift in a whirlwind of touch, senses consumed by each other. The air was filled with the scent of skin, the taste of sweat, an intoxicating blend that clouded our senses.
I slowed down as my knees were beginning to hurt and he noticed, immediately taking charge, without pulling out, he flipped me around to lay on my back and then he began to thrust into me, the speed and accuracy with which he hit it each time brought me closer to the precipice of pleasure.
I pulled him closer to me, my nails digging into his back, urging him deeper and harder, I wanted to feel his full length hit the depths of my womb. With our limbs tangled, moans echoing in the silence
“Arghhh!” He groaned out loud and I felt his seeds shooting inside of me, the feeling pushed me to my limit as well and I came all over his dick simultaneously.
He collapsed on my body and then slowly rolled off, the both of us lying on our backs while breathing heavily, the air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sexual pleasure.
** **
I woke up in the morning feeling different, a little headache and sore throat. I had to lay on the bed for a few minutes before it hit me, the memories from last night, every bit of it. I gasped and turned to the other side of the bed but he was not there.
Mr. Blackwood!! He slept over at my place last night! Or was it all a dream?
I sat up immediately and looked around the room. “Oh my goodness!” I mouthed, closing my mouth with my palm.
My eyes caught sight of a piece of paper on the bedside desk and I picked it up; it was a note from Mr. Blackwood.
It read… “Sorry that I had to run off, I have something to sort out this morning. Your car keys are on the table in the sitting room, I will see you around.”
A small smile parted my lips but not long after to be replaced by guilt. I slept with Mr. Blackwood again and the worst part is that I liked it. How long would I have to keep cheating on Jimmy?
I sighed and got up from the bed. I was still naked from last night and although I knew he had left, I was suddenly feeling shy. I picked up the towel from where he had folded it on the bedside table and tossed it into the laundry drawer.
It was Saturday, which means I had the whole day to myself. I was thinking of a trip to see my best friend but my mind was not in a good state. I have tried limiting information I share with Jenny ever since the Botswana incident. She was still my best friend but maybe it was best that she didn’t know certain things.
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