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Title: On a Steel Horse I Ride
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Not a role-playing fic, wow.
On a Steel Horse I Ride
((Matt's POV))
"Look at this guy."
I spun in my bar stool at the comment, and glanced around to see who it'd been directed at. I spotted you, making your way towards the mechanical bull. You were a short guy with a body that hadn't quite made it past the age of seventeen; you were wearing jeans -- a pair of the low-cut, hip-hugging kind -- and a plain black tee shirt, snug against your chest. To complete your look, you had on a black cowboy hat -- mixed real well with your Converse shoes, it did.
A few of the men sitting around me at the bar gave you a few cat-calls mockingly, all of them assuming that you were a weakling and that you wouldn't last long -- Hell, I assumed that. However, you ignored their noises, and hoisted yourself up onto the machine. The guy controlling it waited momentarily as you situated yourself, wiggling your little hips to get comfortable. Half of the bar fell silent, waiting for you to immediately fall off, and still, you ignored them.
The fingers of one of your hands curled around the horn of the saddle, and your other one raised into the air slowly. There wasn't even a count to three before the bull was turned on. It would only go for five minutes, upon which if you made it until, you got a hundred dollars cash prize. It was something that was done every week. The joking 'yeehaw's and 'ride 'em cowboy's continued to be thrown at you, and I could make out the faint smirk on your face, as your movements to stay atop the bull were natural and successful; it was obvious you'd done this before.
There was something about the way you looked riding that thing, something appealing that made the spot between my thighs heat up. Sure, I knew I wanted you, I just didn't know how bad of an affect watching you would have on me. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some. I shifted on the stool as if I was the one able to feel the vibrations from the machine, feel the friction of leather on denim on cock.
You almost slid right off, getting a few rowdy cheers from the guys who were hoping they were right in their assumptions. You, however, pulled yourself up quickly, and when there was a brief pause, you squirmed your hips around slightly again. You might as well had been dry-humping the machine, and I might as well had been jerking off. My dick had hardened considerably just at the sight of you; it amused me to imagine what it'd be like to be inside of you.
A whistle was suddenly blown, and the bar erupted into drunken cheers. No. Had it been five minutes already? The machine was stopped, and you swung your leg over it, dropping to the matted floor, and pausing so you could catch your balance. Then you made your way towards the bar -- towards me -- where the manager would give you your prize, and as you walked with a wide grin on your face, you received praises and claps on the back from the men who'd just been wishing you'd fall off. Funny how drunken southerners acted. I quickly turned back around to face the bar, not needing you to catch me staring. Sure enough, you chose the stool on my right.
"Damn boy," the manager said, pulling your money out of the cash box he kept with him. "Best riding I've seen in a while."
You grinned, your teeth were nearly perfect. "Just a natural, I guess." The twang in your accent was stronger than most -- you weren't from around there.
You took the money from him, and as you shoved it into your pocket, you traded it for a beat up pack of cigarettes, crushed from being in such tight jeans. Then you pulled out a book of matches as the manager gave you a drink of your choice, on the house of course. As you put a cigarette between your lips, a trashy blonde suddenly sat next to you. She was definitely older than you, but she seemed persistent.
"Mighty fine riding you did there." she said.
You lit a match, and glanced at her. "Why thank you." you said before lighting the cigarette that had been hanging out of the corner of your mouth.
She smiled and placed a bright red-nailed hand on your thigh. It was like a trainwreck, I wanted to not watch, but I couldn't help it.
"I'd love to ride you any day." she said randomly in a low seductive tone.
You gave a small laugh, pulling the cigarette from your mouth and exhaling smoke. "I appreciate that darling, but honestly," you said. "You aren't my type."
She pouted, hoping to win you over with guilt, but you turned away from her, and she was forced to get the picture, sliding from the stool and sulking away. You turned to me suddenly, and I had to pretend I hadn't been listening. But you knew I had been, and you made it clear.
"Now you," you said, pointing at me before putting the cigarette back in your mouth. "I'd love for you to ride me."
I'd never ride another guy, plain and simple. And you seemed to know that by the way you were grinning at me.
"Oh?" was all I could manage though.
Your grin widened; I was already lusting after you badly, your grin just kept making it ten times worse.
"Oh yeah," you said. "I caught you watching me when I was up there, too."
You'd exhaled more smoke, and were now just holding your cigarette in your hand, which rested on the bar. I realized that you were leaning in so our conversation was somewhat private.
"Oh?" again.
"Oh yeah." your tone was now practically a whisper. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Alright, Sanders, surprise this kid. I smirked at you.
"It was alright," I said. "What I did enjoy was imagining myself fucking that small ass of yours."
You almost choked on your cigarette smoke, but caught yourself and grinned.
"Oh?" you asked.
I laughed shortly. "Oh yeah."
You stubbed out your cigarette, looking away from me briefly so you could see the ashtray. Then you looked back at me, still grinning. You slowly reached up, and grabbed my sunglasses. I let you pull them off, and I watched as you set them on the bar top. Then you looked up into my eyes, the intensity of your gaze giving me that feeling between my thighs again.
"Do you want me to ride you like I did that bull?"
I grinned again. "That and more." I said softly.
You grinned, and sat back, grabbing your beer to take a drink.
"Tell me your name, stud." you said. "Have to know what to say when you're fucking my 'small ass'."
I smirked again. "Matt." I replied.
You extended one of your hands. "Johnny."
I shook your hand and noticed how soft your skin was. Yeah, there was definitely no way I'd ride you. As if reading my mind, your grin grew some more. Then your eyes flickered away from mine briefly to move over the rest of my body. I did the same, though I didn't need to.
"I'm new in town." you said slowly, as though musing to yourself. "Don't exactly have a place to stay; maybe you could show me to a nice hotel."
"Why pay to stay somewhere?" I asked after a thoughtful pause. "You could always come back to my place."
You grinned again as if you'd been waiting for me to say exactly that.
"Sounds about right." you said. "What say we get goin' now then?"
"My pleasure."
I led you out to my car, an old rust-bucket, but you had no problem with the hunk of junk.
"I hitched into town." you said as I unlocked your door. "In case you were wondering where my non-existent car was."
I threw a grin at you, pulling open the door. "Curiosity killed the cat." I said.
You returned the grin, and I started around the car to the driver's side. Moments later, we were on our way down the road.
"So why were you hanging out all by your lonesome?" you asked, pulling your hat down slightly as you put your foot up on the dashboard -- I was liking how comfortable you made yourself.
"Girlfriend left me," I said with a shrug. "Didn't have anything better to do."
"Aw," you said, leaning over to put your hand on my thigh. "It's alright, I haven't had a girlfriend for a while -- or a boyfriend for that matter."
"Now, why's that?" I asked, side-glancing you, and trying to ignore the pressure that was building between my legs yet again.
Your bottom lip jutted out, and you turned to me, fake innocence dancing in your eyes. "I don't know," you said. "It seems that both the girls and the guys just want to fuck me. One-night stands."
"No," I said mock-dramatically, making you smirk. "One-night stands?"
"Honest injun." you said.
"I'm sure it's not their faults." I said. "You sure do seem like one playful little bastard."
You grinned. "In other words, you're calling me a tease?" you asked.
"Eh," I said with a shrug. "In lighter terms."
You chuckled, sitting up straight again. You moved closer to me, able to lay on top of me practically because the model of the car was one of those old ones, where the front seats were actually one whole seat that stretched across the car -- like a park bench or something. Your hand was now on the inside of my thigh, your knuckles resting against my groin.
"You know," you said. "I really don't see you complaining."
I grinned, but before I could answer, your lips brushed my jaw. You let out a small, almost feminine laugh, before grazing your teeth over my skin.
"In fact," you said against my cheek. "You seem to like me being a tease."
You suddenly clapped your hand over my crotch, pushing your palm into my already hard cock. I took in a quick breath and you bit at my neck.
"Mmm," you said into my flesh. "Tell me your place is near."
My subconscious caused me push on the gas pedal more, and I can just say that we're lucky a cop hadn't been around. When we got to my small, one-level house, I threw open the door and quickly got out. Instead of getting out the passenger side, you crawled over the seat, and climbed out my door. As soon as you'd made it to your feet, you threw yourself at me, giving me a hungry kiss as you lightly kicked the door to shut it. Then somehow, we made it inside, and were stumbling down the hall to my bedroom.
I pulled you inside, our lips never leaving each other's. Then I all but carried you to the bed, pushing you down on it. I slowly crawled into the bed with you, and you grabbed the front of my tee shirt, pulling me to you so you could firmly kiss me some more. After biting at your bottom lip playfully, I sat up and yanked off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. You followed suit, pulling your own shirt off and knocking your hat off in the process, and I took it from you, tossing it off the bed. Then we both started on our own belts, our lips returning to meet.
We were both completely undressed within seconds, and I'd already ended up between your legs, sliding my tongue between your lips to re-explore your mouth. Your hands were resting on my hips, as one of mine had tangled itself in your short, choppy hair, and the other on the top of one of your thighs.
"I don't have any lube," I said suddenly, remembering. "Is spit fine?"
You bit at my shoulder. "For you babe," you said. "Of course."
I grinned and sat back up on my knees, wasting no time in spitting into my hand. You stretched your arms above your head, your hips twisting in a weird way, and I almost let out a noise as I covered my throbbing cock in my saliva, you were probably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
"Wait." you said, when I'd covered myself completely.
Without explaining anything, you sat up, and moved us around until I was laying on my back, and you were on top of me. I grinned up at you as you straddled my hips, the lust in your eyes mixed with the playfulness you'd had all night. You positioned your ass directly over my cock, and hovered above it for a few moments, just watching my expression. I was dying, I just wanted to grab you and move things along, but I figured I'd let you do what you wanted...for now at least.
"Have to complete the look." you said in an amused whisper, reaching down to grab your hat which had been laying on the edge of the mattress.
I let out a small laugh as you placed it on your head. It reminded me vaguely of Brad Pitt in "Thelma and Louise" -- a guilty pleasure of mine. You leaned down and pressed your lips against mine, before you slowly lowered your hips. We both held our breaths, our lips just sitting against each other's, as my cock slid slowly into your hole. You paused just briefly, wincing slightly, but in no time, I was completely inside of you. You sat up a little, shifting your hips, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning already. It'd been a while since I'd actually gotten laid.
You gave me a grin. "Wow," you said. "You're bigger than I thought."
I laughed. "Gee, thanks." I said. "I think."
You leaned down again, biting at my single lip ring as you slowly started to move your hips. Your hands were on my chest for balance, and you as you started rolling your hips, you were looking down in concentration. A noise stirred in my chest, and you glanced at me, smirking.
"Damn, you're pretty easy." you said.
I squeezed one of your hips. "Shut up." I said. "You tease."
You grinned, and suddenly ceased sliding onto my cock. "If I was a tease," you said, "I'd probably do something like this."
You rolled your hips forward once, and one of your hands left my chest and I felt myself laugh as you held it up in the air as though you were back on that mechanical bull. With every grind of your hips after that, you arched your back, looking very sensual and almost exotic with your movements. The very movements that had attracted me to you in the first place.
I groaned again, and I stopped you from continuing your tease-fest. You almost gave me a questioning look before I flipped you over, and moved between your legs, giving you a passionate kiss. Then you got the picture.
"Uh oh," you said jokingly, running your fingers through my hair.
I smirked, before thrusting quickly into you. I was able to hit your spot right away -- you hadn't been too good at finding yourself -- and you let out a short mewl, your hips squirming slightly underneath mine. I buried my face in your neck, able to smell the sweat on your skin, but it only added to our situation. I bit your neck sharply, and you moaned as I thrust into your prostate again.
My cock was aided not only by my spit, and not only by the little bit of blood that I'd caused you, but also by the fact that I just wanted you that bad. When I thought about it, I'd never wanted anyone as I did you. And the fact that this would probably be a one-night stand made me want to do everything in my power to make this the best the both of us had ever had.
Your fingernails dug into my hips, and you pulled my body towards yourself, as though urging me to drive my dick into you harder, and kissing your neck again, that's exactly what I did, giving you a violent thrust. A drawn out moan left your throat and your hips bucked upwards, trying to give me more access to your prostate. I lifted my head, and returned my mouth to yours, moaning softly as I kissed you again.
I held onto your hips tightly, holding them up off the mattress practically, which is how you seemed to want things to happen, and I thrust my cock sharply into you again, loving the way you wiggled your waist as I hit your prostate. You said my name breathlessly, biting at my jaw, and as I pushed myself deeply into you once more, your teeth actually broke through my skin.
I didn't care though, the only thing that mattered at the moment was our pleasure. I knew it wasn't going to be long until we reached our climaxes, but we had to savor the time until we got there; not worry about small things like blood.
Your hips bucked in my hands once more when I hit your prostate again, and one of your hands had moved from my body to your own cock, which you now stroked quickly. Your other hand was on my shoulder as though getting ready to grab me if I tried to leave or something.
"Ah, Jesus. Matt." you said, your head falling back slightly as your hand moved swiftly over your cock. "You're amazing."
I let out a breathless laugh which turned into a moan, and I buried my face in your neck again. I bit your skin, before letting you know that I already knew how amazing I was. You started to say something to me, but you groaned again, and your hips spasmed. You'd already reached the edge, and were just trying to wait for me. Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long.
"Come on," I said into your ear with a low groan. "Cum."
You mewled at me again, your lower body had just started to shake from the effort of holding out, and as I gave you another thrust, you said my name once more, before your dick unloaded on your stomach. As you came, your muscles tightened around my cock, and I groaned my last thrust being a jerky, immature one as I too reached my orgasm, cumming powerfully into you, and biting at your neck.
I rolled my hips into yours, riding out my orgasm as your muscles continued to clench around my dick. And afterwards, we just stayed in that position, panting in each other's ears. I pulled out of you finally, and laid down next to you, staring at the ceiling. After we managed to catch our breaths, you rolled onto your side to face me, propping yourself up on one elbow, and smirking at me.
"So listen, I was thinking." you said.
I grinned before you even said it.
"Why pay for a place to stay," you started. "When I can just you know, move in with you?"
I laughed again, reaching up to comb my fingers through my matted hair. I gave a nod. "Sounds about right."
Yeah. Writer's block sucks. That's why this does.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Johnny
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU]. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Not a role-playing fic, wow.
On a Steel Horse I Ride
((Matt's POV))
"Look at this guy."
I spun in my bar stool at the comment, and glanced around to see who it'd been directed at. I spotted you, making your way towards the mechanical bull. You were a short guy with a body that hadn't quite made it past the age of seventeen; you were wearing jeans -- a pair of the low-cut, hip-hugging kind -- and a plain black tee shirt, snug against your chest. To complete your look, you had on a black cowboy hat -- mixed real well with your Converse shoes, it did.
A few of the men sitting around me at the bar gave you a few cat-calls mockingly, all of them assuming that you were a weakling and that you wouldn't last long -- Hell, I assumed that. However, you ignored their noises, and hoisted yourself up onto the machine. The guy controlling it waited momentarily as you situated yourself, wiggling your little hips to get comfortable. Half of the bar fell silent, waiting for you to immediately fall off, and still, you ignored them.
The fingers of one of your hands curled around the horn of the saddle, and your other one raised into the air slowly. There wasn't even a count to three before the bull was turned on. It would only go for five minutes, upon which if you made it until, you got a hundred dollars cash prize. It was something that was done every week. The joking 'yeehaw's and 'ride 'em cowboy's continued to be thrown at you, and I could make out the faint smirk on your face, as your movements to stay atop the bull were natural and successful; it was obvious you'd done this before.
There was something about the way you looked riding that thing, something appealing that made the spot between my thighs heat up. Sure, I knew I wanted you, I just didn't know how bad of an affect watching you would have on me. It drove me crazy -- the way your back arched in tune with the machine's bucks for balance, your shapely hips sliding down the leather seat some. I shifted on the stool as if I was the one able to feel the vibrations from the machine, feel the friction of leather on denim on cock.
You almost slid right off, getting a few rowdy cheers from the guys who were hoping they were right in their assumptions. You, however, pulled yourself up quickly, and when there was a brief pause, you squirmed your hips around slightly again. You might as well had been dry-humping the machine, and I might as well had been jerking off. My dick had hardened considerably just at the sight of you; it amused me to imagine what it'd be like to be inside of you.
A whistle was suddenly blown, and the bar erupted into drunken cheers. No. Had it been five minutes already? The machine was stopped, and you swung your leg over it, dropping to the matted floor, and pausing so you could catch your balance. Then you made your way towards the bar -- towards me -- where the manager would give you your prize, and as you walked with a wide grin on your face, you received praises and claps on the back from the men who'd just been wishing you'd fall off. Funny how drunken southerners acted. I quickly turned back around to face the bar, not needing you to catch me staring. Sure enough, you chose the stool on my right.
"Damn boy," the manager said, pulling your money out of the cash box he kept with him. "Best riding I've seen in a while."
You grinned, your teeth were nearly perfect. "Just a natural, I guess." The twang in your accent was stronger than most -- you weren't from around there.
You took the money from him, and as you shoved it into your pocket, you traded it for a beat up pack of cigarettes, crushed from being in such tight jeans. Then you pulled out a book of matches as the manager gave you a drink of your choice, on the house of course. As you put a cigarette between your lips, a trashy blonde suddenly sat next to you. She was definitely older than you, but she seemed persistent.
"Mighty fine riding you did there." she said.
You lit a match, and glanced at her. "Why thank you." you said before lighting the cigarette that had been hanging out of the corner of your mouth.
She smiled and placed a bright red-nailed hand on your thigh. It was like a trainwreck, I wanted to not watch, but I couldn't help it.
"I'd love to ride you any day." she said randomly in a low seductive tone.
You gave a small laugh, pulling the cigarette from your mouth and exhaling smoke. "I appreciate that darling, but honestly," you said. "You aren't my type."
She pouted, hoping to win you over with guilt, but you turned away from her, and she was forced to get the picture, sliding from the stool and sulking away. You turned to me suddenly, and I had to pretend I hadn't been listening. But you knew I had been, and you made it clear.
"Now you," you said, pointing at me before putting the cigarette back in your mouth. "I'd love for you to ride me."
I'd never ride another guy, plain and simple. And you seemed to know that by the way you were grinning at me.
"Oh?" was all I could manage though.
Your grin widened; I was already lusting after you badly, your grin just kept making it ten times worse.
"Oh yeah," you said. "I caught you watching me when I was up there, too."
You'd exhaled more smoke, and were now just holding your cigarette in your hand, which rested on the bar. I realized that you were leaning in so our conversation was somewhat private.
"Oh?" again.
"Oh yeah." your tone was now practically a whisper. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Alright, Sanders, surprise this kid. I smirked at you.
"It was alright," I said. "What I did enjoy was imagining myself fucking that small ass of yours."
You almost choked on your cigarette smoke, but caught yourself and grinned.
"Oh?" you asked.
I laughed shortly. "Oh yeah."
You stubbed out your cigarette, looking away from me briefly so you could see the ashtray. Then you looked back at me, still grinning. You slowly reached up, and grabbed my sunglasses. I let you pull them off, and I watched as you set them on the bar top. Then you looked up into my eyes, the intensity of your gaze giving me that feeling between my thighs again.
"Do you want me to ride you like I did that bull?"
I grinned again. "That and more." I said softly.
You grinned, and sat back, grabbing your beer to take a drink.
"Tell me your name, stud." you said. "Have to know what to say when you're fucking my 'small ass'."
I smirked again. "Matt." I replied.
You extended one of your hands. "Johnny."
I shook your hand and noticed how soft your skin was. Yeah, there was definitely no way I'd ride you. As if reading my mind, your grin grew some more. Then your eyes flickered away from mine briefly to move over the rest of my body. I did the same, though I didn't need to.
"I'm new in town." you said slowly, as though musing to yourself. "Don't exactly have a place to stay; maybe you could show me to a nice hotel."
"Why pay to stay somewhere?" I asked after a thoughtful pause. "You could always come back to my place."
You grinned again as if you'd been waiting for me to say exactly that.
"Sounds about right." you said. "What say we get goin' now then?"
"My pleasure."
I led you out to my car, an old rust-bucket, but you had no problem with the hunk of junk.
"I hitched into town." you said as I unlocked your door. "In case you were wondering where my non-existent car was."
I threw a grin at you, pulling open the door. "Curiosity killed the cat." I said.
You returned the grin, and I started around the car to the driver's side. Moments later, we were on our way down the road.
"So why were you hanging out all by your lonesome?" you asked, pulling your hat down slightly as you put your foot up on the dashboard -- I was liking how comfortable you made yourself.
"Girlfriend left me," I said with a shrug. "Didn't have anything better to do."
"Aw," you said, leaning over to put your hand on my thigh. "It's alright, I haven't had a girlfriend for a while -- or a boyfriend for that matter."
"Now, why's that?" I asked, side-glancing you, and trying to ignore the pressure that was building between my legs yet again.
Your bottom lip jutted out, and you turned to me, fake innocence dancing in your eyes. "I don't know," you said. "It seems that both the girls and the guys just want to fuck me. One-night stands."
"No," I said mock-dramatically, making you smirk. "One-night stands?"
"Honest injun." you said.
"I'm sure it's not their faults." I said. "You sure do seem like one playful little bastard."
You grinned. "In other words, you're calling me a tease?" you asked.
"Eh," I said with a shrug. "In lighter terms."
You chuckled, sitting up straight again. You moved closer to me, able to lay on top of me practically because the model of the car was one of those old ones, where the front seats were actually one whole seat that stretched across the car -- like a park bench or something. Your hand was now on the inside of my thigh, your knuckles resting against my groin.
"You know," you said. "I really don't see you complaining."
I grinned, but before I could answer, your lips brushed my jaw. You let out a small, almost feminine laugh, before grazing your teeth over my skin.
"In fact," you said against my cheek. "You seem to like me being a tease."
You suddenly clapped your hand over my crotch, pushing your palm into my already hard cock. I took in a quick breath and you bit at my neck.
"Mmm," you said into my flesh. "Tell me your place is near."
My subconscious caused me push on the gas pedal more, and I can just say that we're lucky a cop hadn't been around. When we got to my small, one-level house, I threw open the door and quickly got out. Instead of getting out the passenger side, you crawled over the seat, and climbed out my door. As soon as you'd made it to your feet, you threw yourself at me, giving me a hungry kiss as you lightly kicked the door to shut it. Then somehow, we made it inside, and were stumbling down the hall to my bedroom.
I pulled you inside, our lips never leaving each other's. Then I all but carried you to the bed, pushing you down on it. I slowly crawled into the bed with you, and you grabbed the front of my tee shirt, pulling me to you so you could firmly kiss me some more. After biting at your bottom lip playfully, I sat up and yanked off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. You followed suit, pulling your own shirt off and knocking your hat off in the process, and I took it from you, tossing it off the bed. Then we both started on our own belts, our lips returning to meet.
We were both completely undressed within seconds, and I'd already ended up between your legs, sliding my tongue between your lips to re-explore your mouth. Your hands were resting on my hips, as one of mine had tangled itself in your short, choppy hair, and the other on the top of one of your thighs.
"I don't have any lube," I said suddenly, remembering. "Is spit fine?"
You bit at my shoulder. "For you babe," you said. "Of course."
I grinned and sat back up on my knees, wasting no time in spitting into my hand. You stretched your arms above your head, your hips twisting in a weird way, and I almost let out a noise as I covered my throbbing cock in my saliva, you were probably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
"Wait." you said, when I'd covered myself completely.
Without explaining anything, you sat up, and moved us around until I was laying on my back, and you were on top of me. I grinned up at you as you straddled my hips, the lust in your eyes mixed with the playfulness you'd had all night. You positioned your ass directly over my cock, and hovered above it for a few moments, just watching my expression. I was dying, I just wanted to grab you and move things along, but I figured I'd let you do what you wanted...for now at least.
"Have to complete the look." you said in an amused whisper, reaching down to grab your hat which had been laying on the edge of the mattress.
I let out a small laugh as you placed it on your head. It reminded me vaguely of Brad Pitt in "Thelma and Louise" -- a guilty pleasure of mine. You leaned down and pressed your lips against mine, before you slowly lowered your hips. We both held our breaths, our lips just sitting against each other's, as my cock slid slowly into your hole. You paused just briefly, wincing slightly, but in no time, I was completely inside of you. You sat up a little, shifting your hips, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning already. It'd been a while since I'd actually gotten laid.
You gave me a grin. "Wow," you said. "You're bigger than I thought."
I laughed. "Gee, thanks." I said. "I think."
You leaned down again, biting at my single lip ring as you slowly started to move your hips. Your hands were on my chest for balance, and you as you started rolling your hips, you were looking down in concentration. A noise stirred in my chest, and you glanced at me, smirking.
"Damn, you're pretty easy." you said.
I squeezed one of your hips. "Shut up." I said. "You tease."
You grinned, and suddenly ceased sliding onto my cock. "If I was a tease," you said, "I'd probably do something like this."
You rolled your hips forward once, and one of your hands left my chest and I felt myself laugh as you held it up in the air as though you were back on that mechanical bull. With every grind of your hips after that, you arched your back, looking very sensual and almost exotic with your movements. The very movements that had attracted me to you in the first place.
I groaned again, and I stopped you from continuing your tease-fest. You almost gave me a questioning look before I flipped you over, and moved between your legs, giving you a passionate kiss. Then you got the picture.
"Uh oh," you said jokingly, running your fingers through my hair.
I smirked, before thrusting quickly into you. I was able to hit your spot right away -- you hadn't been too good at finding yourself -- and you let out a short mewl, your hips squirming slightly underneath mine. I buried my face in your neck, able to smell the sweat on your skin, but it only added to our situation. I bit your neck sharply, and you moaned as I thrust into your prostate again.
My cock was aided not only by my spit, and not only by the little bit of blood that I'd caused you, but also by the fact that I just wanted you that bad. When I thought about it, I'd never wanted anyone as I did you. And the fact that this would probably be a one-night stand made me want to do everything in my power to make this the best the both of us had ever had.
Your fingernails dug into my hips, and you pulled my body towards yourself, as though urging me to drive my dick into you harder, and kissing your neck again, that's exactly what I did, giving you a violent thrust. A drawn out moan left your throat and your hips bucked upwards, trying to give me more access to your prostate. I lifted my head, and returned my mouth to yours, moaning softly as I kissed you again.
I held onto your hips tightly, holding them up off the mattress practically, which is how you seemed to want things to happen, and I thrust my cock sharply into you again, loving the way you wiggled your waist as I hit your prostate. You said my name breathlessly, biting at my jaw, and as I pushed myself deeply into you once more, your teeth actually broke through my skin.
I didn't care though, the only thing that mattered at the moment was our pleasure. I knew it wasn't going to be long until we reached our climaxes, but we had to savor the time until we got there; not worry about small things like blood.
Your hips bucked in my hands once more when I hit your prostate again, and one of your hands had moved from my body to your own cock, which you now stroked quickly. Your other hand was on my shoulder as though getting ready to grab me if I tried to leave or something.
"Ah, Jesus. Matt." you said, your head falling back slightly as your hand moved swiftly over your cock. "You're amazing."
I let out a breathless laugh which turned into a moan, and I buried my face in your neck again. I bit your skin, before letting you know that I already knew how amazing I was. You started to say something to me, but you groaned again, and your hips spasmed. You'd already reached the edge, and were just trying to wait for me. Thankfully, you didn't have to wait long.
"Come on," I said into your ear with a low groan. "Cum."
You mewled at me again, your lower body had just started to shake from the effort of holding out, and as I gave you another thrust, you said my name once more, before your dick unloaded on your stomach. As you came, your muscles tightened around my cock, and I groaned my last thrust being a jerky, immature one as I too reached my orgasm, cumming powerfully into you, and biting at your neck.
I rolled my hips into yours, riding out my orgasm as your muscles continued to clench around my dick. And afterwards, we just stayed in that position, panting in each other's ears. I pulled out of you finally, and laid down next to you, staring at the ceiling. After we managed to catch our breaths, you rolled onto your side to face me, propping yourself up on one elbow, and smirking at me.
"So listen, I was thinking." you said.
I grinned before you even said it.
"Why pay for a place to stay," you started. "When I can just you know, move in with you?"
I laughed again, reaching up to comb my fingers through my matted hair. I gave a nod. "Sounds about right."
Yeah. Writer's block sucks. That's why this does.