Last night got wild, and i’m still replaying every second. it started as a casual party at our place, nothing serious, just a few drinks, laughs, and the usual crowd. but then he showed up. my roommate’s coworker, let’s call him t. tall, broad shoulders, and that cocky smile that makes your stomach flip in the worst, and best way.

we didn’t talk much at first, just exchanged a few looks across the room. but those looks? they weren’t innocent. i’d catch his eyes lingering on me, and the way his lips curled into a smirk every time? it drove me crazy.

when the party started winding down, people leaving in pairs or passed out in corners, t ended up alone in the kitchen while i cleaned up. i didn’t think anything of it when he leaned against the counter, watching me. “you throw one hell of a party,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

“glad someone enjoyed it,” i shot back, trying to keep it casual. but then he stepped closer. too close. his hand brushed mine as i grabbed a glass, and suddenly the tension was unbearable.

“you know,” he started, his voice softer now, “i’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”

before i could even respond, his lips were on mine. soft at first, but then his hands were gripping my waist, pulling me against him, and the kiss deepened, messy and hungry. my heart raced as his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing my bare skin.

“you’re driving me insane,” he muttered against my lips, his breath hot and his hands already tugging at my shorts. i didn’t stop him. hell, i didn’t want to.

he hoisted me up onto the counter, his mouth moving to my neck as i moaned softly, feeling his cock straining against his jeans between my legs. “you’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

it didn’t take long for him to slide my panties off, his fingers finding their way inside me, curling and stroking until i was gasping, gripping the counter for balance. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

he pushed inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, and i swear i saw stars. every thrust was deep, deliberate, and i couldn’t help the way my legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper. “you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.

when i came, it hit me hard, my body trembling as i cried out his name. he wasn’t far behind, his rhythm faltering before he groaned, filling me up with a final, deep thrust.

afterward, we stayed there for a moment, tangled together, catching our breath. “guess i should’ve helped with the cleanup earlier,” he joked, smirking as he adjusted his jeans.

i don’t know what’s gonna happen next, but all i can think about is how fast we can make it happen again.