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Just a fantasy I’ve had, and been writing about for a while…
Posting again (and again…) because of title issues.
MODS – currently the regex doesn’t allow the + sign, like for “Parts 1+2”, of it’s possible to add it, it would be nice 🙂
Part 1
Ben lay in bed, lightly touching himself. He didn’t want to overdo it, not wanting to orgasm before Dawn returned. It was always fun playing when she came back from her dates, and he didn’t want to miss it. Still, he couldn’t help himself. The apartment was completely silent, leaving him with a sense of loneliness that felt a bit painful but mostly sweet. Sweet because of what that loneliness meant. He could still feel the heat of her kiss on his cheek, the whisper of her promise in his ear. “It’s Leo tonight. I’ll be thinking of you” and the echo of the front door clicking shut. He could still smell Dawn’s perfume lingering from her kiss. A shiver ran through him.
He needed to relax or he’ll drive himself crazy with all the thoughts running around in his head. He got up and poured himself two fingers of amber whiskey, the smell soothing him. He didn’t drink it. He just held the cool glass, letting the aroma wash over him. The wait is unbearable, but it’s also the most addictive feeling. He hated it and couldn’t get enough of it at the same time. This waiting was his. He could already imagine Dawn touching him when she came back. Teasing him. Describing in details just what he’s sacrificing for her.
Across town, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the clatter of pint glasses. Dawn slid onto a stool at the bar, the familiar thrill coiling in her stomach. Leo was already there, a half-finished beer in front of him. His eyes, dark and knowing, traveled over her, appreciating the way her black dress hugged her curves.
“You’re late,” he said, a slow smile playing on his lips. He thought this was a clandestine affair, a cheating wife stealing moments of passion. The deception was part of the spice for Dawn and Ben.
“I had to put Ben to bed, he was being fussy” she purred playfully, leaning forward to let him glimpse the lace edge of her bra. The word ‘fussy’ on her tongue, in this context, made her smile. He was being fussy, begging for just one more stroke, one more glimpse, one more… anything before she left. She loved it. Ben, her fiance, allowing this. Suffering this. For her.
Leo’s smile widened. “Poor bastard. Doesn’t know what’s going on right under his nose.” He signaled the bartender for another drink for her. “Or maybe he does. Is that why you’re here? Not getting it at home?”
Dawn just smiled, a secret, wicked thing, at how close yet far from the mark he was. “Something like that.” She let her knee brush against his. The contact made her heart skip. Ben is at home. Ben is thinking of this. Ben is sharing this with me. The thought grew a genuine smile on her face.
They didn’t linger long. The unspoken need drew them out into the cool night air and to his apartment a few blocks away. The moment his door closed, the pretense fell away, replaced by raw, hungry intent.
Leo pushed her against the door, his mouth finding hers in a possessive, claiming kiss. It was nothing like the gentle, wistful kisses Ben gave her. This was all teeth and tongue and desperate heat. His hands were on her hips, gripping her, pulling her flush against the hard ridge of his erection straining against his jeans.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he growled into her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers found the zipper of her dress and drew it down with a slow, deliberate rasp. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a black lace bra and matching panties.
“Show me,” Dawn breathed, her own hands working at the buttons of his shirt. “Show me what you’ve been thinking.”
He led her to his bedroom. The house smelled like a bachelor pad, Leo and his roommate not being the cleanest of people. He laid her back on the bed, his eyes devouring her, his hand caressing her cheek. He unhooked her bra deftly with his other hand, then slid forward to cup the side of her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, making her jump with a sharp gasp. He lowered his head and placed his mouth over hers, his tongue circling, sucking, drawing a deep, guttural moan from her throat.
Leo’s mouth traveled down her stomach, his tongue tracing a line to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the lace and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze intense.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, and then his mouth was on her.
Dawn cried out, her hips lifting off the bed. His tongue was an artist, a master of its craft. He licked and sucked and probed, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. He knew her body, this other man. He knew exactly how to make her legs tremble, how to make her breaths come in ragged pants. Heat radiated throughout her body, a building inferno of need. She was slick and aching, her entire world narrowing to the exquisite pressure of his mouth.
She pictured Ben, alone in their silent apartment. Was he imagining this? Was he picturing another man’s head between her legs, tasting her, bringing her to the edge? Was he touching himself thinking of what some other man is doing to her? From experience, she knew that was exactly what he was doing. The image, fueled by her own climbing pleasure, pushed her higher.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a broken thing. “Please, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He drove her relentlessly, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open for him. The orgasm crashed over her without warning, a violent, shuddering wave that tore a scream from her lungs. Lights exploded behind her eyelids, her body convulsing under the relentless, worshipful assault of his tongue.
As the aftershocks subsided, Leo moved up her body. He was naked now, his cock hard and eager against her thigh. He reached for a condom on the nightstand, his movements hurried. Dawn’s heart was still hammering against her ribs. She watched him roll the protection on, the latex sheen catching the lamplight.
This was the part she craved most. The possession. The feeling of someone entering her. Entering where Ben has never gone.
He positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, a predator about to claim his prize. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispered, a statement he believed was true.
No, she thought, a triumphant, loving smile touching her lips just for a second. I am his. I will always be his. And you are just the instrument.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her. Dawn’s eyes rolled back in her head. The stretch, the delicious feeling of another man sliding into her, was a pleasure so profound it bordered on ecstasy. He began to move, gliding in and out, setting a deep, rhythmic pace that had the bedframe knocking softly against the wall.
Each thrust was a sacrament. Each moan that escaped her lips was a prayer of gratitude to the man waiting at home. She matched Leo’s rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him to her, pulling him deeper, taking everything he was giving.
“God, you feel incredible,” Leo grunted, his forehead damp against hers. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”
She could feel his own climax building, his thrusts becoming more frantic, less controlled. Dawn felt another, smaller orgasm beginning to coil tight within her, spurred by his frantic pace. He was good. One of the best she ever had. That’s why she kept coming back to him. Still, if she were honest with herself – she would have preferred Ben were there instead. Technique and stamina are all well and good, but there’s something to be said about being with someone you love. Still, as much as she’d love to feel Ben inside of her, she loves more seeing Ben sacrificing this experience as proof of his devotion.
It started when she was 15 and Ben 16. They were dating, young love. They were each other’s first. But she wanted to wait until her 18th birthday before they had sex. Not for any grand reason, she just read about it in some magazine when she was 12 and decided to do it. Honestly, she didn’t think he’d last. She wasn’t even sure she would. Oh, they did other things, but no sex. But he never complained. She could see it was hard on him, especially as they grew and their friends started losing their virginity – everyone assuming he lost his long ago. But he didn’t complain, and she came to love that about him. How he waited for her. How he denied himself something he desperately wanted to honor a decision she made on a whim. She saw it as the sign of love that it was.
And when her 18th birthday finally arrived? She was dreading the idea for losing that. Of losing something so special between them. She didn’t want to lose it. So she didn’t. It took a bit of convincing – after all, she had been promising him she’d sleep with him when she turned 18, and he’s been waiting for years. But in the end, they decided to continue as before. Almost as before. After all, she didn’t have any reason to remain celibate, and she promptly lost her virginity to Sam, the awkward son of close family friends she met on holidays and family gatherings.
Leo’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, found hers.
“I want you to remember this,” she breathed, her body starting to clench around him. “I want you to remember exactly how another man’s fiancee feels when she comes.”
Part 2
The command, so raw and possessive, seemed to jolt through Leo as much as it did through her. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest as his eyes locked with hers. His thrusts became a frantic, pounding rhythm, each one driving her higher. His orgasm wasn’t a gentle wave; it was an explosion that left him drained.
She felt him pulse deep inside her, a rush that seemed to go on and on, his body shuddering against hers. He collapsed forward, his weight heavy on her body, his sweat-slicked skin pressed against her breasts. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths and the frantic beating of her own heart.
Another man’s fiancee. The words echoed in the humid air between them, hanging there like a challenge.
Leo slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, his breath still coming in heavy gusts against her ear. “So you two decided to tie the knot. I love that you’re engaged” he said, his voice thick with the lingering haze of pleasure.
Dawn didn’t answer immediately. She savored the feeling of him still buried inside her, the slick heat between her thighs. This is for you, Ben, she thought, hoping somehow Ben could feel it, could feel the intensity of the pleasure she was taking.
She finally pushed back against him, eliciting a soft groan, and rolled onto her side facing him. The sheets were tangled around their legs. His brow was furrowed, a mix of post-coital bliss and genuine confusion.
“Yes,” she said simply, her voice a low murmur. She reached out and traced a finger down the center of his chest, feeling the coarse hair and the quick thrum of his heartbeat. “I know you love that I’m cheating with you, you can’t shut up about it.” The tone might have sounded like a rebuke if she weren’t in the middle of stroking his now limp cock with her hand.
As they lay there, she started musing. “I haven’t seen your roommate in a while. Tom was it? Are you hiding him from me?” Leo laughed. “He just went through a bad breakup. He says it’s hard to be around when you’re visiting, as you can be quite vocal and he didn’t get any for a while now.”
Intrigued, Dawn mused “you know, I’m not above doing a guy a favor when he’s in a bad spot. And he’s pretty hot if I remember. Maybe ask him to stay next time I come.”
A dark, possessive glint flashed in Leo’s eyes. “You really are a cheater to your very core.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement laced with a strange, burgeoning excitement.
Dawn gave a slow, languid smile. “Yes, I am. And no point playing the prude, I know you love it” she purred, her fingers drifting lower, massaging his balls while her other hand played with his chest hair.
Leo caught her wrist, not roughly, but with a firmness that sent a new thrill through her. “Of course I do,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s fucking hot.” He pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. “Knowing I’m the one you come to. That it’s me you want when you’re lying next to your man.”
She felt a new pulse of wetness between her legs at his words, at the raw, masculine arrogance he was displaying. He was so close, but he was missing the entire point. It was all part of the fantasy, a delicious layer added to her own. She let her lips part, her breathing deliberately deepening. “I think about this when I’m with him,” she whispered, the admission tasting like honey on her tongue. “I think about your cock. I dream about it.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. The confusion was gone, replaced by a voracious hunger. He rolled, pinning her beneath him again, his arousal already hard and pressing insistently against her thigh. He kissed her, not with the calculated passion of before, but with a raw, claiming intensity. It was all tongues and teeth and the faint, musky taste of her own pleasure on his lips.
“You’re mine right now,” he muttered against her mouth, his hands tangled while he put on another condom. “Ben’s fiancee, but mine tonight.”
Yes. The thought was a lightning strike to her core. I am his. For him. Because of him. The psychological knot tightened, pulling her desire taut. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, guiding him back to her entrance. He was slick with their combined release, and he slid into her with a single, smooth, deep thrust that made her cry out.
This time was different. It was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. Leo set a grinding, deep rhythm, his eyes locked on hers, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed her face. Suddenly he said “You know, Tom has some… preferences in bed you might not approve of,” then he whispered something in her ear.
“Oh,” she moaned, “I’ve never tried that. But I’ve been considering it,” she whispered in turn, while he was still keeping up his rhythm. “If the right situation arose at least,” she arching her back to take him even deeper.
“You’ll need to prepare” he grunted, driving into her, hitting a spot that made her see stars. “It’d be a shame to disappoint Tom after all this buildup”
“Just let me know when he’ll be here,” she gasped, the words torn from her. Just the thought of discussing it so casually, like they are talking about the weather, while he’s still pounding her, make her almost orgasm right there.
He fucked her with a possessive fury, each thrust a punctuation mark in their illicit narrative. Dawn lost herself in the physicality of it, the slap of skin on skin, the guttural sounds he made, the way his muscles corded and strained under her hands. But her mind, as always, was a split. She felt every inch of Leo, every shuddering breath, every pulse of his cock, and she collected these sensations, storing them away like precious artifacts to lay at Ben’s feet later.
I love this sensation so much. This is what you give me by staying pure. I couldn’t have experienced this any other way.
She was close again, winding tighter and tighter with each thrust snap of his hips. Leo could feel it too. He shifted, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly he was everywhere, filling her completely.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice raw. “Come for me, not for him.”
It was the final trigger. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent scream caught in her throat as her body convulsed around him, clenching and fluttering in a seemingly endless wave of ecstasy. Leo followed her over the edge with a shout, burying his face in her neck as he emptied himself for the second time.
They lay like that for a long time, tangled and breathless. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the faint, floral note of her perfume. Dawn felt boneless, utterly spent. Leo brushed the damp hair from her forehead.
“I’m seeing you again, and soon” he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. It wasn’t a question.
Dawn just smiled and traced the line of his jaw. She was already thinking of Ben, of the ache between her legs, of the story she would tell him, of the beautiful, tortured look in his eyes as he listened, his own desire held tightly in check.
The ultimate sign of love, she thought and laughed, her heart swelling. Whatever you want to call it, it’s just so HOT. Leo’s breathing evened out into sleep beside her, but Dawn stayed awake, already craving the next chapter, the next sacrifice, the next time she could give her body to another man. She could say something cheesy like give her soul to her future husband, but really, she knew he loved it. With all the pain and frustration, he loved it. They both did. It was their own little thing, since the start of their relationship. Their own private love language.
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