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You and me baby, ain’t nothin’ but mammals

So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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Something like the sound of cutlery falling from a height snapped the woman out of her panic. She wasn’t safe standing there still. She had to run. But where?

Upstairs wasn’t any good — the creaking of wood could alert the whole house of her presence, let alone the nightmare searching for her at a slow, calculated pace. She would be helpless there, slowed in the effort to ascend to what wouldn’t even be a safe haven.

The girl shook and breathed heavily, clutching at her chest and digging her nails into her knuckles, ripped skin drawing white lines over her skin.

Run!

The woman turns towards the hallway now — the exit so close, yet seeming so far away. And it was a trap, she knew it. The moment she ran, her footsteps would echo across the ground floor, an invitation to capture her just inches away from her freedom.

The crashing reverbated, progressing from room to room like an approaching tornado. Pieces of glass cracked beneath heavy boots, objects fell to the ground and the tension snuffed out whatever was left of the oxygen in the air.

Just run!

Her gorgeous blue eyes wide with terror, her skimpy nightshirt hanging off of her shaking shoulders and the phone seized in her grip reshaped the woman into an image of prey, helpless and waiting for the predator to spell out her fate to her.

“God damn it, run!” 

She hesitated. Her hand covered her mouth and she whimpered, tensing her muscles, pushing her breasts to the front. The thumb of her other hand ran over the tip of the phone’s antenna, as if she was contemplating putting her hope in it, fighting herself over whether it would serve her as an ally in the long run.

Finally, she seemed to collect herself: Her hand left her mouth as she braced against the wall, licking her lips and shifting her arm to hold the phone against her lower back. Sweat rolled down her neck and her eyelashes fluttered, whether with fear or anticipation left up for anyone to wonder. 

First running her hand over her upper thigh nervously, she grasped the edge of the wall, and with a sure movement used it to gain momentum, darting away from the corner, using all her remaining strength to bolt towards the exit door, and then a hand was clutching her blonde hair, a dagger was raised in the air and-

“FUCK YEAH!”

“Christ-”

The cheers of Mai’s boyfriend right next to her somewhat thwarted the sense of terror the blood-curling screams coming from the TV were supposed to instill in the viewer, or as much as they could, when it came to this kind of movie anyways. 

Despite that, she covered up her eyes just as she was used to by now. “If that stupid bimbo just ran…” She rolled her eyes, not like Lane could see it. Still, somehow, she felt like he could tell.

His body shifted next to hers, and he stretched whatever he could of his legs without knocking over their snack bowl in the process. “See, even before being killed she was braindead.” Mai considered it character development when Lane didn’t add “Like all women” at the end of that statement. “She was as good as they make ‘em: all tits and hair and no self preservation instincts.” Nevermind.

Mai attempted to swat him with her hand but seeing as she still couldn’t open her eyes, her palm only caught air. 

 Mai mumbled, “Are they still showing her?”

“Dude, totally. The masked dude has her naked face down and he’s playing her ass like the bongos.”

She let out a snort on instinct, then realized she was supposed to be acting annoyed, and turned the noise into a groan. “Lane.”

An arm brushed across the back of her neck, making her jump slightly in place before it moved away. “Not yet. Still showing the guy dragging her anddd…” He paused for a second. “You’re good.”

Sure enough, when the brunette took her hands off her face, all that greeted her were two high school aged people talking on screen, and the realization that the sensation on her skin was just Lane resting his arm on the back of the couch. Like he thought he was being slick, and totally didn’t just want to put his arm around her.

She leaned closer to him, just because she could do that now. He understood the unspoken invitation. “Aww, you like me.” She thought. “How embarrassing for you”.

“Are we really gonna do this… here?”

A dainty, exaggeratingly so, voice whispered on Lane’s TV.

“Oh my god are they going to fuck?” Mai groaned out in disbelief, already feeling how Lane was trying not to lose his shit. “That other girl just died!”

“What, it gets you in the mood.” Said the human embodiment of getting your socks wet. “I for one have a fetish for bimbos screaming with their tits nearly flopping out of their shirts.”

Mai grumbled. “I have a fetish for men who don’t talk.”

“Clearly that fantasy of yours isn’t getting fulfilled.” Lane tightened his grip on her shoulder, in a way that definitely meant, “‘Cause you’re with me.”

It will. She wanted to say. I have my ways.

In her musings, Mai didn’t realize that the couple on screen progressed to aggressively

making out. Lane’s eyes were, of course, locked in on the screen, though his expression looked like somebody personally offended him.

She managed to actually zone in on the TV this time. It was just another cheap slasher sex scene. Both of the characters laid on the bed in their jeans, loud, wet smacks reverberating from where their mouths clashed. Mai didn’t even remember the male character’s name.

“This does something to you?” She teased.

“God no.” By the way Lane’s voice sounded you’d think she just called him a slur. “I mean, look at that.”

Lane flailed his hand in the general direction of the screen. She looked at that.

“That’s not how you touch a woman. Especially a virgin.”

“Oh yeah?” Mai dared. She has probably been with more women than Lane ever has. Or will be. Hopefully. But his words spurred her curiosity. She’d play along. “Could you do it better?”

 Lane smirked. “I could do it a thousand times better.” He went on, the scene in the movie completely forgotten by them both. “You need to be gentle at first. Drag it out. Make her so eager she shakes.” 

Lane’s elbow on Mai’s shoulder pulled her even more into his side. Mansplaining sex was somehow the most Lane thing to do. Unfortunately, Mai liked Lane, so her brain was basically gaslighting itself into finding this attractive.

She wrapped her arms gently around Lane’s bicep, using her fingers to massage and play with his skin, feeling out the texture right beneath. “Where would you touch?”

Whether Lane had caught on to the game she was playing with him or not, he didn’t show it. He was still grinning, probably thinking she was only referencing the movie. But there was something else blooming in her where previously there had been slight disgust. Desire.

Mai’s boyfriend hummed. “Everywhere sensitive. Neck, shoulders, stomach, thighs.” He had his eyes closed as if he was really thinking hard about this. “Girls dig that.”

Two could play that game. “What if she wants you to go fast?”

“You implying something?” He teased, but it wasn’t bait. They’ve been dancing around the whole “sex” part of their relationship —  mostly because of her, honestly —  and Mai was almost touched by just how respectful Lane could be in that aspect. She couldn’t just leave it at that, however. “No, just humoring you.” She responded. “Most of the women I’ve been with preferred to get straight to the point.”

Lane almost seemed as if he forgot two women could fuck sometimes, despite literally being surrounded exclusively by bisexual women in his personal life. Honestly, she pitied Amelia. “Aw, and they just left you unpampered?” He said, fake-pityingly. “You must be glad you have such a great partner now. Maybe men are just better.” 

“I topped.” She mumbled. “Not a fan of getting straight to it?” She was the one teasing now. “Maybe you like to be pampered too, mm?” When did her hand wander to his thigh?

Lane definitely noticed, if the red in his ears was anything to go by. Or maybe it was just the comment. “Uh, no.” He lied. “But it’s fun to see girls squirm and act all offended when you rile them up.” He quickly pivoted. “I love it when women act like they wanna kill me. It’s hot.”

“Clearly.” Mai simply said. She took just a second off from staring into Lane’s eyes to glance back at the TV, realizing that the couple on the screen were already putting their clothes back on. “Damn, that was brief.”

“Loser.” Lane laughed. Mai didn’t miss the way his hand was caressing her butt. At least he tried to make it seem like it was innocent. She hummed. Then shot her hand out towards the coffee table, making Lane jump more than any of the scenes in the movie they just finished watching. Finished, because her hand was grabbing the remote, then clicking the red button despite her boyfriend’s quiet protest in the form of a “Hey!”. The screen went black. “Her tits were still on the scree-” Mai shut him up with a kiss. At least that always got him to stop talking. Usually.

Things slowed down, just for one moment. The quiet that now moved into the room was a welcome change from the screams, bangs and… bangs that lived in it before, while the TV still ran. Now it was just Mai, the most important person in her life, and his lips against her. She could get used to this. 

Suffice to say, it didn’t remain slow. Pretty quickly, Lane’s hands gripped her thighs and in response, she pushed him onto his back with a quiet ‘oof’, climbing on top like a hunting animal. She bit his bottom lip for emphasis. His hands caressed her back. Their bodies melded together like circuit and current. There wasn’t a single cell in her body that wasn’t sparking at the contact. Lane’s lips were just as eager, pushing hers apart to gain access to her mouth, invading her personal space in a way that was so, so welcome. All the while, he traced his touches all over her body: stopping at her back, ass (again), thighs, only to bolt back up and caress her head and cheeks. His fingers left trails in their wake, little constellations that would hopefully mark her as his forever. She never wanted to let him go. 

Mai couldn’t help but notice a hardness growing beneath her, right where she was sat. This is it. Mai thought. I’ve waited long enough. She dislodged herself from her boyfriend’s lips, much to his chagrin.

“Have sex with me.”

Lane paused. Then looked at her. Then looked at her some more. And if he didn’t stop looking soon Mai would take this all back and say it was a jo-

“Wait, seriously?” Lane said. 

Oh my God. Now he was being shy? 

“Yes. Seriously.” Mai rolled her eyes, briefly, because Lane was making it impossible to look away from his face. A deep shade of red painted his cheeks, but despite her revulsion for the color, she had the urge to learn just how much of him she could cover in it.

Lane radiated heat even through his clothes, only making her that more desperate for an answer. His touch made her go insane. It was as if he was carving himself into her body, marking himself onto her skin. He opened his mouth, dumbfounded, but she could see the desire reflecting in his eyes. “You’re sure? Like a hundred percent?”

“Yes.” She hoped she made herself as clear as she could. “Please. I want this.”

“Ok.” Lane’s grip on her hips strengthened, holding back more, she was sure. She just barely didn’t miss the way the tips of his fingers found their way just underneath the hem of her shirt. Eager. “Ok, just, um… Promise me you won’t regret this later.”

“I swear I’ll be okay.” To be honest, she was nervous. What if this all turned out to be a huge disaster? What if she got too scared? She suddenly mumbled, “Unless you don’t want it…?”

“If I didn’t, you’d be on the floor right now.”

“Very funny.” 

Lane fake gagged. “Ewwww, get off me you pent up slu-”

She shut him up with a kiss. Again. Hopefully for good this time.

His hands immediately dug in, caressing her sides like she was the most precious thing. Maybe she was. Maybe he would help her see herself that way. In return, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers eagerly tangling in his hair and scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. He confirmed it with a heavy breath between kisses.

His tongue was in her mouth again, this time mapping her out, trying to commit every bit, every nook into his memory. It was deliciously disgusting. Mai was on a mission though. She had to act, this sudden rush of confidence might only be a temporary thing. She wouldn't ruin it for herself, for Lane either.

She tugged on the hem of his shitty Hot Topic shirt, making him whine at the fact her hands left their place on his scalp. What a little prince. She would spoil him rotten.

“Take it offfff.” She was the one whining now.

“Are you kidding, that’s my good shirt.” Lane had no good shirts. “It stays on-” Mai shut him up with yet another kiss. She’d given up on it being ‘for good’. She tried to make her tone as commanding as she could when she whispered against his lips. “Take. It. Off.” She pulled on the hem. Hard enough to make a point. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

She swore that she heard him gulp. “Yes ma’am.” The shirt went flying. Good boy. Mai thought. She’d call him that later. Don’t need him falling apart so soon. 

Maybe Lane wasn’t built, but for a guy who spent most of his time with his butt glued to his couch eating trash, his physique was unfairly impressive. Mai was a woman on a mission though. The millisecond Lane’s shirt came off, her mouth was already latched onto his neck, nipping at the soft tissue of his throat. She got exactly the reaction she wanted. A low groan, followed by the tightening of his hands on her thighs. In all the times they’ve made out, Mai sniped Lane’s neck as one of the parts of his body she could use to make him squirm beneath her like a pathetic slut. What a wonderful coincidence it was that leaving her mark on it also gave her a sense of satisfaction like no other.

The more she dug her teeth in, the heavier his breaths got. She liked the way she could physically tell how good she was making him feel, the nails of his hand digging into the soft flesh of her thighs the most glaring sign, and the nails of the other one tangled in her hair, making her relax against his flesh to make servicing him even easier. All his muscles tightened against her measures, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull her closer or away. She needed it to be the former. She needed them to melt together like wax.

Lane suddenly chuckled. Mai didn’t like the sound of that chuckle. That was the chuckle Lane made before saying or doing something incredibly stupid. That was the chuckle Lane made before backing his car into a lantern that one time. “For someone who pisses at the sight of blood you kiss like a damn vampire.” There it was. 

She glared at him. “Oh, I’ll suck you dry.” Not giving him a chance to rebut, she pulled on his pierced chest, which definitely got him looking more stupid than before. 

“What the fuck?” It was too easy to flabbergast this man. “Been in love with my tits since our first date, huh?” Lane spinned her words into a joke, again, oh my god, “Feeling’s mutual. Take this off.” He finally decided, pinching the soft cotton of her shirt.

“I don’t have anything underneath.” She teased, or proclaimed, or who fucking cares! Mai’s own band tee went flying, probably landing quite close to where Lane’s shirt did. Neither of them gave a shit. They both got what they wanted. Mai felt less sweaty, and Lane had boobs in his face. And suddenly arms were grabbing her, Mai was on her back with a whisper of “holy shiiiiit” echoing in her ears before she was getting the attention she deserved. 

Lane licked the outer circle of one of her areolas, his hand making work of her other tit, squeezing it like putty, but he was considerable enough at least to not cause her pain with it. She’d always been pretty sensitive there. Mai couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. Her body was reacting to every press like a well loved machine. Lane kept slowly creeping closer to her nipple with both fingers and tongue, then suddenly moving away entirely. To remind him she didn’t appreciate his teasing, she pulled his hair again. This seemed to work.

Mai couldn’t help but keen at the renewed touch, finally helping her feel as satisfied as she could from getting her tits played with. If that’s how good foreplay feels, just how much would the main part ruin her? Actually, she couldn’t wait.

Upon removing her hand from between the dark, slightly oily locks of her lover (it’s okay, hers was too,) she trailed it down, lower, and finally found what she was looking for. The way Lane nearly bleated at the way she squeezed his crotch would be more funny to her if she wasn’t completely fucking desperate to feel his mouth again. Or to have him in her mouth. It goes without explaining that the organ in her hand was completely and shamelessly hard. 

“Someone’s excited.” She teased, while still running her hand over the imprint, feeling out every twitch and pulse against her skin.

Lane rolled his eyes, but it was half as convincing when he was literally quivering to be touched by her. “Yeah, you.” He grinned, but again, it held no weight, “That’s my white monster, you can’t just grab him like that out of the blue!”

No time for this bullshit. “Lane, take your fucking pants off.” 

“Damn, take me out on a date first…” Lane took his fucking pants off.

Immediately, his cock found its way back to Mai’s hand, she squeezed and jerked her hand in rapid motion, feeling out the piercing at the top of the shaft and enjoying how her boyfriend was trying so hard not to show just how good this felt to him. Her thumb pressed to his frenulum, slowly massaging it, and that at least was enough for Lane to let a little mewl escape his lips. The glans seemed to be the most sensitive part in general, if the way Lane gripped the pillow beneath her head to its near ripping point whenever she touched it meant something. 

Mai positioned her thumb at the apex of Lane’s cock, dipping the tip of it into the little slit that was there and watching strings of precum follow the digit on its way out.  She proceeded to spread as much of it as she could over the rest of his shaft, making the glide of her hand that much smoother, listening to the wet noises between Lane’s quiet little huffs. So very like him to only be loud when it inconvenienced her most. 

In one quick gesture she almost missed in the midst of her self-indulgent activity, Lane’s hands were now making their way beneath her loose pajama shorts, sliding into place on her thighs and squishing them deliciously. Before she could even appreciate the touch in full, the hands wandered even higher and squeezed her ass. “Can I?” Lane suddenly asked. “Can you what?” She questioned. She knew what. She just wanted to make him say it.  “Can I take these off?”

He could rip them off and she wouldn’t care.

The cold draft making its way through the room wasn’t even bothersome to her with the amount of heat radiating from both of their naked bodies now. Their lips clashed more aggressively this time, teeth clicking, Mai sucking Lane’s bottom lip into her mouth and hopefully leaving another bruise on his already beautifully marked body. All her doing. Her love. Lane fucked into her mouth with his tongue, a promise of what was to come, if she had her way. Right on cue, she felt thick fingers circling her heretofore very abandoned sex, making her jump and make a squeaky noise into her lover’s mouth.

His fingers circled her, gathering so much slick she already knew her underwear was ruined. They wandered from her labia, to her entrance, pressing down gently and triggering the tiny nerves on the rim to make it feel like she was being penetrated. She was making so many noises she didn’t even realize when Lane’s lips left hers and started kissing all around her face, lower and lower, on her ears, chin, and finally on her neck. There, she felt his breath murmur:

“Hey Mai, I’m kinda hungry, think I wanna put my mouth even lower.”

And Mai liked when his mouth was full. 

“Go for it.” She whispered, or moaned out, what with Lane’s fingers still teasing her most sensitive part. He, to his credit, wasted no time in diving down between her legs, and Mai decided she liked the view in front of her. She always thought his hair was pretty, even if it looked like it would probably be impossible to draw. To his discredit, he went for her thighs first, kissing and sucking the skin like he’d die if he didn’t. She groaned at him, but he seemed too eager working in his happy place to notice her disapproval. His mouth left her skin for a moment just to say, “If you crushed my head now, I’d die happy.” Then immediately went back, this time biting her slightly closer to where she really wanted, no doubt leaving a red spot of his own to appreciate later. Somewhere only he could see. That got her more than a little excited.

Finally breaking the too god damn long break, Lane turned his attention to where it should’ve been over a minute ago. He pressed his tongue against the entirety of her slit, rubbing it gently, and giving extra attention to her poor, abandoned clit. Next he lapped, throwing his fingers into the mix to continue touching her where it gave him the best reactions, first circling his thumb on the little nub, then trying to jerk it as best as he could with how slippery it was, still flicking his tongue against her entrance like a man deprived of water. Mai briefly thought about how unfair it was that a straight man could be that good at eating pussy.

His tongue suddenly changed roles with his fingers, now flicking out of his parted mouth to keep making her make those noises that would’ve been embarrassing any other time, while his fingers played with her slick, he seemed to oddly enjoy seeing it stretch between his digits before it inevitably stretched to the point of breaking. Freak. Mai wanted him carnally.

Slowly, he pushed one finger into her, parting the delicate ring of muscle much to her delight. It slipped in extremely easily, as if there was any doubt it would with just how many juices coated her inside and out. He thrusted into her sex a few times, but quickly placed another one in after realizing just how ready for it she was. The stretch wasn’t anything obscene, but just enough to make Mai feel like she was melting beneath his touch. His other hand, which previously gripped her thigh religiously, was now pressing on her abdomen, making the object in her hole that much more prominent.  

Lane curled his fingers, and she damn near came just from that. Which meant, this is it. Time for the main course. That being, she needed her fucking her now. 

Mai grabbed her boyfriend’s messy mop of hair without accounting for its strength, not that he didn’t like it. She wanted him to look her in the eyes, wanted to make herself as clear as possible. “Lane.” She said. As much as I love what we’re doing right now, if I don’t have you in me in the next three minutes I will tear you to pieces.”

Mai didn’t miss the way he definitely shivered at this, and she was sure it wasn’t from fear. “Whatever the lady wants.” He grinned. Lane actually still had the nerve to grin while his entire chin was dripping with pussy juice.

“Uh,” Mai suddenly realized, “You do have condoms though, right?” Oh my god if this got ruined because Lane’s lack of game-

Lane simply stretched his arm out towards the bottom part of the coffee table, quickly pulling out exactly what they needed. Wh- was that always there..? Oh well, no time to wonder about that.

To be fair, this time before grinning again Lane at least licked his lips clean. “Me? You’d think I’d come unprepared?” He took a break from unpacking the condoms to put his hand on his heart dramatically. “You wound me.”

“Two minutes.” She just grumbled.

“Spread your legs.” He commanded this time.

After getting done with the protection, mumbling something about it being “too small” (as if) and at long last, Lane’s dick kissed her entrance without any trouble. He moved torturously slow, just rubbing his tip on the ring of muscle, pushing forward as if he was about to give her what she wanted, then retreating as if he was testing her. The tiny metal ends of his piercing were catching on her clit with every movement, making her tremble with sensation. He was fucking teasing her.

“Lane…” She breathed. “Fuck me.”

Lane smirked, and just as she expected more teasing, she felt it go in. The tip slid inside smoothly, and she couldn’t hold the little whimper that had left her throat. “Fuuck…” Her boyfriend couldn’t hold it in either. Good. “So fucking tight…”

And it was. Only the tip was in but Mai could feel the resistance, could feel her muscles clenching tight around the very welcome intrusion. The metal of Lane’s piercing felt a little cold, even through the rubber, but it was such a unique sensation that she found herself relishing it. God, this must feel so good for Lane, if the way he breathed heavily above her was any indication. The warm puffs of air landed on her skin, causing shivers but making her sweat at the same time. His hands gripped her hips as if he would die if he let her go. 

“Go a little slow...” She whispered. Shit, he was stretching her out so good. It really has been a while. Even with how wet she still was from Lane eating her out, every inch felt impossibly tight. She felt like a virgin. “Okay. I’ve got you.” Mai couldn’t help but shake whenever Lane pushed in deeper, centimeter by painful centimeter. Each of those spasms only made her cunt tighten up that much more around the thick cock filling her hole, making them both see stars. And Lane wasn’t even halfway in yet. He really was going to ruin her.

Not having anything to do with her hands, Mai reached them out towards her lover who understood her intentions without words, leaning down to let her wrap them around his neck. He wedged his dick even deeper into her pussy, forcing her open, making her muscles wrap obscenely around the length. She’d greatly underestimated just how badly she needed this. Any time she tried to let her muscles relax, Lane pushed forward further, their bodies sliding together into place like pieces of a puzzle. More embarrassing sounds kept leaving her mouth, in stark contrast to Lane’s quiet panting and groaning.

“You’re doing so good. It’s like you were built for this.” Lane rubbed her clit at the praise, making her muscles tighten impossibly paired with a porn–worthy moan. “I mean, you kinda were–”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me.” Mai gasped out. Her walls pulsed around his cock, and in response, Lane kept twitching inside of her, showing well just how excited he was. Mai would make him scream it. “Okay…”  Lane whispered instead, running a hand over her thigh. More like he was reassuring himself and not her. It was cute.

He pushed, and finally, Mai felt her hips snap into place against Lane’s, making them both sigh in unison at the feeling of him bottoming out. She managed to take it all. Was it weird that she felt a sort of sense of pride rush over her? It’s not like Lane's is the biggest she’s ever taken… It just felt special in that way. Lane’s length reached deep, just barely pressing on her cervix, not enough to hurt, but just perfect to give her that little bit of sensation. Yeah, that was the word to describe it: perfect. She found herself shifting her hips a little, readjusting to the feeling of being filled up, and the position they were in. Lane, honest to God, almost whimpered. “Fucking tight…” He remained still. Patient. Awaiting her signal.

She gave it. “Move. Just gentle at first.” He complied. 

Slowly, torturously, Lane’s dick penetrated her, pulling just the slightest bit out, tugging on her inner walls and then sliding back in, pressing on the spongy tissue at the back of her hole. All the while Mai was breathing heavily, whimpering like this was her first time having sex. 

Lane huffed. “You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.” And she’s been called that so many times before. But that was before she became addicted. Because it happened just now: Mai was pretty sure she just got addicted to Lane’s praise. His voice was shaky, she could tell it’d been a while for him too. No reason to torture him, correct?

She breathed out, “You can go faster.” She confirmed this by squeezing down hard on his shaft. “I can take it. Fuck me.” 

“Are you sure?” Lane looked at her, puppy eyes evident, but clearly thinking he was hot shit. “You’re kind of slurring your words, babe. I didn’t think you’d go cock drunk on me after just–”

Stop.

“You’re nervous.” Mai plainly stated.

“–three little pump– what?” His eyes widened.

“Lane. I’m fine.” She reassured, putting her hands on his cheeks for emphasis. “Just go. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“But I mean–” Oh my God, if Mai loved this man less she would’ve pushed him off her and fucked herself. “Am I doing good? Do you like it?”

Gods, that stupid, stupid, endearing boy. Mai would make him cry one day. Good tears, of course. “So good.” She reaffirmed. Her thumb stroked his cheek lovingly. “My good boy. Take me.” She didn’t miss the way his cock twitched inside of her at this praise. Something to remember for later.

“Alright…” He still didn’t sound fully convinced. So she did the next best thing to reassure him. She reached out and grabbed his hair with sudden force, then practically manhandled him into place with his ear by her mouth. The sound he made was between a gulp and a moan.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and fuck me?” She whispered, and he visibly shuddered at the words again. “Or should i get off you right now, and force you to watch while I touch myself?”

“Jesus, fuck, Mai.” Lane whimpered. Really whimpered now. She got him. “Didn’t know you had it in you, queen.” 

“Fuck me.”

Upon repeating that, she let him go, reluctantly. Lane leaned back. Time seemed to stop for a second. She waited patiently, and then- oh, holy fuck! 

Lane moved his hips almost all the way back, just barely leaving the tip inside of her aching hole, then pushed back in with a snap like something broke. Mai caught a glimpse of him watching her reaction as she cried out in pleasure. Holy fuck. How she needed this.

Clearly, he liked that noise. That god awful smirk was the last thing she saw before he pounded into her cunt with fervor, setting up a pace that nearly made her cum right then and there. Next thing she knew, Mai’s world was narrowed down to the sensation of Lane’s dick hammering into her pussy at an almost animalistic pace, slight pain and a whole load of pleasure overwhelming her senses, robbing her of her ability to think straight, or think at all. 

Her upper body was pinned to the couch entirely by Lane’s warmth, trapping her and making the hardness stuffing her that more prominent. Like she was nothing but a hole. Lane’s dick was hitting spots inside of her she forgot existed, scrambling her brain and reducing her thoughts to mumbles of ‘more, more, more’, none of them correctly coming out of her mouth and instead turning to nonsensical babbling, whining and moaning.

Heat coiled inside her core with every thrust, the cock inside her not being long enough to hit her deepest parts where it hurt, but just perfect enough to push on every other little bundle of nerves which lit up in a fire of pleasure that was not like anything she’s experienced in years, if ever. Maybe it was embarrassing of her to be so caught off guard by the sheer overload, but she massively didn’t give a shit. 

Lane shook at every thrust himself, gripping Mai’s body with his fingers like he was clinging to something precious, only huffing quiet groans in her ear while he rammed into her cunt almost selfishly, not that she minded. Mai’s fingers managed to find their way into his hair, the sting of the pull being the thing to finally raise his voice above a shy murmur. “Moan for me, dog.” She was barely speaking. “I wanna hear how good this cunt makes you feel.”

Somehow, impossibly, that made him go even faster, nearly knocking the wind out of her, forcing her to dig her nails into Lane’s back as if letting go would kill her. The air filled with the boy’s whiny moans crying obscenities the like of “You’re so fucking tight,” “So fucking good,” , “Such a good girl”, a different one for every spear of his dick into her sensitive walls. One of his hands came down to rub messily over her neglected clit, and she actually screamed. Holy shit. Nothing compared to getting fucked like this.

Mai felt so good. So unbelievably, inexplicably good, so fucking full and impossibly hot. Held in Lane’s arms, warmth surrounding her inside and out, she felt she could never give this up, could never imagine herself pleasuring herself again. She wanted more of this. She wanted this always. Heat coiled in her abdomen like a spring ready to be released, and she felt the rush of her orgasm readying itself to flood her entire being. She cried, “I’m gonna cum.” Then, “Please. Please Lane, I’m so close.”

Just as she felt herself nearly being pushed over the edge, Lane’s fingers on her clit disappeared, and his pace slowed. His head dove between her shoulder and chin, biting the sensitive skin there. This fucking asshole was playing with her. “Lane!” She cried. She wanted to retort somehow. All she managed was “Why!” 

He sounded like he could barely even speak himself. “Say please.” He muttered, still pushing his hips against hers at a rhythm that was nowhere near as satisfying as the previous one. Mai was going to strangle him. And not even in the sexy way. She cried, “Asshole!” slapping her hand on his back as if that would make him go harder again. He laughed- laughed! “Didn’t hear a ‘please’-”

“Please!” She screamed again. “Please, please Lane fuck me I’m so close, please,” And then she said nothing when Lane started thrusting again with all his might, stronger even than before until all Mai could see was white, and she was coming and holy fucking shit it felt so good and Lane’s dick felt so good and she couldn’t think! 

The way she squeezed him right then and there must’ve been enough to make him go stupid too, with all the energy he could probably muster he fucked into her rapidly a couple more times before his hips stilled and a groan that almost didn’t sound like him tore through the air, his dick twitching as he flooded the piece of rubber on his cock completely with cum. For a few seconds, neither of them moved. They just twitched, and breathed heavily, both riding out their orgasms completely high on each other and not willing to come down to earth. Grips so tight on each other’s bodies that they were leaving marks, burning and red and if Mai could, she’d let her boyfriend’s hands sear her skin and mark her permanently.

Mai was the first one to loosen her hold, slowly coming down from what was the most intense orgasm she’s probably had in her life, ever. She inhaled every breath in a gasp beneath Lane’s heavy body, as if her lungs were starved of oxygen this whole time and they were hungrily taking in whatever they could get. 

After a short while like that, Lane started to loosen up too, and then, unceremoniously, he plopped down his entire weight onto her poor, probably bruised form, landing his head square between her tits. 

Mai ‘oof’-ed, hands coming up to cradle her boyfriend’s head on instinct. Then she realized, “Are you asleep!?”

“Mmmf.” Was the only response that came from between her boobs. “Nooooo…” His breath tickled. “Just wanna stay here… For a second.”

“Shut up.” She finally chuckled herself, and promptly pulled him up into a gentle kiss. He didn’t complain. While they kissed, Lane slowly pulled out of her, quickly pulling the condom off his softening penis to be thrown somewhere, hopefully not on her clothes and if it was then she was gonna make him wash them himself.

They kissed for what was probably just a few more seconds, but felt like an infinity of just him and her, together, on a crusty couch, drunk off of each other, their lips a silent promise that neither of them knew the contents of, but one they already swore to keep in their hearts, for the rest of their lives.

Mai cradled her lover’s cheek delicately, smoothing the gentle creases beneath his eye with her thumb, the most precious thing she’s ever held. “That was incredible.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Always.” He, for once, was fully sincere in his words. “You’re incredible. I love everything about you.”

Mai couldn’t help it. A tear ran down her cheek. Then another. Then-

“Hey, are you crying?” Lane held her closer. 

“Sorry.” She sobbed. “It’s just. I’m so happy.” And it was fully sincere as well.

“You’re okay.” Lane’s lips pressed to her cheek. Then her nose. And then they were smooching all over her face, exaggerated smacks reverberating through their shared space until her sobs turned into a hearty laugh, effectively pulling her out of her musings.

Mai wriggled in Lane’s grasp. “I need to pee.” Lane only held her closer. “So move your lanky ass off me!” 

“Mmm, no.” He resisted. “I’m comfy here.”

“Asshole.” Another try. “Move, I need a hoodie, I’m cold!” No effect. “Laneee!”

“The way you squirmed under me was soo cute.” Jail. Jail for Lane for ten thousand years. “You were like ‘Ahhh, Lane you’re so big!’”

“I did not say that!!” Mai punched at his back but it did about as much as if she was a little baby. Lane opened his mouth again. “Soo thick and hung, you’re making me feel so good!”

“I’ll murder you. I’ll flay you alive. You’re so fucking dead.” Mai tried to do her best death glare, but with how sweaty she felt she probably looked more like a wet, begging kitten. 

She felt a blanket being pulled over her, and herself being pulled deeper into her lover’s hold. He always made it hard to argue.

Lane smiled. “Five more minutes.” 

And it was too hard to argue.

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