I look down and adjust the rolled up sleeves of my white button up. Thankfully today I wore the cotton one, it’s so hot, and not even the breeze is helping.

Where are you, how do I always lose you in places like this.

It’s the 28th birthday of one of our friends and we’ve all arrived to their house dressed formally. White button up shirt, collarless because I know it would infuriate the hostess, and while my girlfriend/partner likes her, I definitely don’t. Brown leather shoes, brown belt and dark blue slacks.

I raise the glass of some red wine I can’t pronounce to the hostess as she does her rounds. Please don’t come here. Oh shit she’s coming here, and that twat Malcolm is with her.

Fuckkk, where are you. I try to glance around discreetly to look for you, for any flash or hint of the dark blue of your dress at the edge of my vision but no, no luck for me.

The nasally voice of the hostess intrudes into my thoughts “How are you! I’m so glad you could make it, gosh I haven’t seen you and J in so long!”

Yeah cos you hate me, and are desperately trying to hook J up with your brother/ cousin/step brother/that twat Malcolm. Honestly I stopped listening when it was being explained.

“Beth! I love this party! You always throw the absolute best events” -The only reason people like you.- “Malcolm, nice to see you again!” I reach to shake his hand and smile at him as he try’s to out-squeeze me. Have I mentioned he’s a twat? I think it bares mentioning. Oooh I can see the hatred in your eyes, it makes me smirk!

I feel an arm wrap around me and smell the familiar notes to your perfume, oh thank goodness I don’t need to carry this conversation anymore. “Bethy-Babe! And little Malcom!” You’ve never made me a happier man with your sarcasm than right now. “This party, hun, is amazing! The lights, gosh the pool! I don’t even want to imagine the problems you had getting this much alcohol.”

I keep an ear on the meaningless chatter even as I feel your hand grabbing my ass. I turn to look you at as you speak. Oh god no. Please. That’s white wine in your glass, and by the flush on you’re face, this is not your first.

I’m in trouble. So much trouble. My poor buddy will be lucky if he can stand tomorrow by himself. I need to start drinking water for hydration.

It took far too long, and far too much alcohol was drunk but we managed get away and get back to our place. Front doors closed, shoes off.

“Were you even listening to me?” I wasn’t , please I just want to get to bed, gosh how do you still have energy to keep going. “Yeah babe, honestly I don’t know what they were thinking with those dresses.” I manage to scrounge up an answer as I drag myself to the room.

I’m brushing my teeth, standing by the sink in sleep shorts. I’ve done it, I’m safe and I’m nearly in bed.

I feel the hot breath on my neck as your hand winds its way up my shorts leg. You grab my hardening length, give it a gentle tug as your lips release from my back. “You’re fucking hot you know that, Beth wishes she was with you, half the women at that party wanted you.”

I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth, “That’s a fucking lie and you know it hun, but thank you.”

I can barely ask what’s happening before you’re dragging me to the bed, I’m being pushed down, my shorts removed. You’re straddling me, hand on my cock, your beautiful hairless slit already glistening. Nipples pebbles, a flush present on your face and those eyes sparkling.

“Hey there beautiful, how are you” I ask try to defuse the situation. You crawl up so that you can place your lower lips on my length. You start dragging your slit over my hard dick, lubricating me with you. I can feel nails digging into my arms, keeping them pinned to the bed.

“Oh I’m about to feel amazing.” You whisper in my ear as you tug on it with your teeth. Fuck no, my one weakness, I fold like a wet paper towel, any resistance out the window.

Your pointed nipples are brushing against my chest driving me mad, the weight of your body pressing down on me. We both know I could move and break your control at any time, but this is more than nice, and I don’t mind handing over control. Your juices are dripping down my balls already, you’re breath heavy as you pant.

A low moan escapes us both as as you slide me in, your walls are scorching hot and you immediately clamping down on me.

“You’re mine”

I nod into the searing kiss, gasping as you pull away with my lower lip in-between your teeth. “Of course I am”

You change up from an up and down motion to grinding down onto me, “Make me cum!” You growl out as you ride me. Well yes ma’am, I’ll try my hardest. I reach my hands up to your hips and grab your nipples just the way you like. You must have been close because it’s not too much longer and you shake in place on top of me.

“Fuck, fuccckkk. Thank you.”

“I don’t think I did anything” I chuckle.

You’re already getting up and turning around. That ass of yours is what dreams are made of, it’s enough to make me cry sometimes.

“Shut up and let me thank you!” You get into reverse cowgirl, lower yourself down, and then my leg up to you. As I lift it up, you latch onto it. My eyes role back when you start grinding on me, your clit pressing into my leg for your own relief. I’m not going to last like this.

I wish I could say I was good enough to last multiple rounds, but this is all the alcohol, it makes you cum sooner and me last longer.

“I’m close babe, I’m gonna cum!” I grunt out.

You don’t even look back as you desperately grind yourself against me. “Just cum, right in me, cum in your pretty little girl.”

I grab your hips hard, I’ll apologise in the morning for the marks I’ve left, but I can’t help it as I grab you and push and pull your hips down onto me. I’m cumming and hard, I can feel myself twitching inside of you, expelling my seed deep in you. The sensation must’ve been enough to get you over the edge too because you collapse on my leg.

“That was so fucking good” you moan out.

“That was amazing” I pant out, “let’s take a minute and get cleaned up for bed” I say thinking you’re getting up because you’re done.

My eyes widen in panic when you turn around still on top of me, this is why I hate white wine. You’re grabbing my cock, you’re lowering your mouth to it. “But we’re not done yet, I still have to show my appreciation.” Your tongue licks from my base to my tip. I want to crawl out of the bed from the sensation.

“NoooOoOo, stop!” My voice cracks from the pure ecstasy/pain/pleasure/torture of you taking my tip into your mouth, your tongue running over it.

You grin around my cock, your teeth gently closing on me, “You likes to play like this, now I want to play with you too.” My hands desperately scrabble for a hold on the bed as my cock starts to harden in your mouth.

“Baby please” I’m not above begging. “Please babe, just give me a minute” your hand strokes me a few times. “Hun, babe, ohhhhh fuckk” Im not sure I can function right now.

You sit up and place your dripping slit over my cock again, slowly rubbing it around your entrance. I don’t it’s possible to get harder or be more aroused as I watch a bubble of my own cum drip out of you and down my shaft. It doesn’t stop what’s coming next from being hurting though.

“Your baby girl wants what’s hers.” The last coherent thought going through my mind as you drop down to the base of my cock is I’ll remember this the next time we play.

I hope at least. If I’m not dead from over stimulation.