VANISHED™

the agonizing silence of the residence was something that always bothered you in your core, something that you never shared with your best friend, although he seemed to notice your slightest discomfort when you spent the night in the house with him due to his parents' lack of presence, but now with the walls of the living room filled with steve's low groans and soft moans this discomfort of yours seems to be long forgotten.

your mouth was busy capturing his sack with strong sucks while the sweetest and most innocent look fell on your face hiding the true intentions from within. steve's length began to spasm against the bare frame of abdomen above your kneeling self, the tiles were cold and the contrast with your burning body made you shiver.

by far the best part of having a colorful friendship with steve was being able to listen to your name fall from his lips in these kinds of moments. it was like praying for a goddess and you weren't the kind of person who likes to brag, but steve really made you feel like a divinity. his uneven breath and sweaty skin made a satisfied smile grow on your face, white teeth scratching against his balls what resulted in a tilt of his head in your direction as a encouragement to continue what you were doing before but ignoring his silent instruction you just put your hand on his cock positioning him against your swollen, reddened lips, and with just one movement he was filling your mouth completely.

"f-fucking hell, baby! just stay put for me, okay?" his hands moved to your hair for support and within seconds your throat was invaded by the strong thrusts of his cock against your hollow. salty tears started to go down your cheeks, the eyes that once stared at him were now closed in a failed attempt to concentrate on taking the full length of him without choking and the attitude was repressed with a slap that hit the right side of your face. "don't you dare taking those beautiful fucking eyes off of me, understood?" with that, your eyes opened letting more tears fall to meet his gaze which always brought slivers down your spine, and in that moment sent a surge of electricity directly to the bulge nerve between your legs. "good gi-"

his sentence was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone beside the couch, his hips stopped and your mouth turned away from him allowing air to finally come to your lungs. steve's face was twisted into an expression of frustration and annoyance, this was the 5th time the telephone rang that night interrupting you both all five times. he was about to pick it up when your knees left the ground and with a quick movement, you got it before him.

sending him a playful look you put the phone on your ear and with a high-pitched voice you started: "harrington family mortuary and steakhouse, you kill 'em, we grill 'em! this is karen speaking, what can i get started for you today?"

steve's eyes got wide and even for the most shocked he looked a laugh left his lips and you almost followed him but the familiar voice on the other side of the line made you roll your eyes into your skull.

"can you tell steve to pick the fucking talkie up!" dustin henderson's scream made your ear hurt and with a quick "he will be free to attend babysitter duties in 10 minutes, bye!" you hung up the call and came to sit on your friend's lap, his arms automatically coming to hug your hips while you felt his length hard against your thighs clamming for attention.

"so… where were we?"

"10 minutes? only?" his smirk made you smile and without any warning one of your hands wrapped his cock squeezing it against your palm, making the smile on his face quickly turn into a sharp gasp. "okay, i think 10 minutes will be enough."