SUBMISSION ANON IS BACK AND WANTS TO KNOW IF WE WANT A PART TWO? EYE FOR ONE DO!
It was a very casual thing between you two. Always had been. Ever since you had met in a bar almost a year ago.
Max had chatted you up, all smooth and confident and cocky and a little too charming. The clothes he had been wearing looked very expensive and you had wondered what he was doing in a run-down bar like that. Usually you would have dismissed someone like him, but there was something in his smile and in those deep, deep blue eyes that you knew you couldnât resist. It also didnât hurt that he was just ridiculously attractive.
That night was the first time you had both hooked up.
It was all very desperate and rough and almost too much, but not enough at the same time. You had both ripped each others clothes off, as soon as you had stepped foot into your apartment. Max had placed kisses on every inch of your skin, some wet and open-mouthed with teeth and tongue, but some so sweet and gentle it was almost inappropriate for a one-night stand. You had quickly found out that tugging on his hair turned him into a moaning mess and that was something you took full advantage off, loving to hear those sounds escape his mouth, turning you on even more.
He had fucked you thoroughly and hard that night, but after he was sweet and funny and you just didnât know what to make of him. You also thought that you would never hear from him again after that night, he just seemed like the type. Part of you had dreaded that thought, not only because that had been the best sex youâve had in a long time, but there was also something about him that intrigued you.
It had turned out that you were right. He hadnât given you a number or even his last name, for that matter, so there was no way for you to contact him.
As fate would have it, though, after almost two weeks after your hook-up you saw him again. The same bar, sitting in the same spot you had sat in the first time. A smile had spread across his lips when he saw â and recognized â you. That was the moment you knew that the night would end with him in bed again or with you on your knees in front of him or with his head between your legs or all of those things. And thatâs exactly what had happened.
Ever since that second night, the sexual encounters had become a regular thing.
Nothing serious, a no-strings-attached relationship. Just fun, no drama. And it was fine for the most parts, the sex was great â really great â in fact and you liked having Max around. He was hot as hell and funny and smart. You didnât know much about his personal life, kept that sort of stuff at a minimum, but you knew that he was a car mechanic who drives for a livingâwhatever fuck that is, and that was about it.
You had both agreed that it was better not to know too much about each other, to minimize the risk of feelings developing. You still couldnât help your heart from beating faster or keep butterflies from forming in your stomach whenever he touched you or when he came over after you had not seen him in a few days. You had no idea if that was your body remembering all those previous touches and feelings or if you simply liked having him around as a friend. But as hard as you might try to convince yourself that those feelings were just those of friendship or lust, you knew deep down, that you were falling for him.
There was no chance in hell that you would tell him about it, though.
âHeyâ, he greeted you with one of those charming grins that you knew so well by now as he stepped into your apartment. âHiâ, you said, a grin matching his on your lips.
âGot us some pizzaâ He held up the box as if to show you, but you had obviously seen it as soon as you had opened the door. And even if you were blind, you could still already smell it. He was dressed in one of his expensive, bomber jacket that you loved so much on him. However, the white shirt he had underneath were always the most fun to rip off him though. A few buttons have been lost in the act of that.
Just because he was all dressed up, didnât mean you had to. You were just in some sweat pants and a t-shirt, but Max never minded that. He still looked at you with his hungry eyes like you were his prey and ravished you all the same.
You were sat on the couch, watching a movie while eating the pizza, Max had discarded the jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Once you had both finished eating you got up to throw away the empty box.
âYou want a drink?â, you asked him from the kitchen.
âYeah, thanksâ, Max answered, still sitting on the couch.
You knew what whiskey he liked the most and how he liked it. You always made sure to have some around. Not the really expensive stuff, but one that you could actually afford. You got out two glasses, put them on the counter top, and then went to the freezer, taking out an ice cube tray, putting two in your glass, Max liked his straight, not watered down. You heard the sound of him getting up and walking over to you. You got the liquor from a cabinet and poured some for you both.
While you were screwing the bottle close, you felt him standing behind you, putting his hands on your hips and placing kisses on your neck. Almost involuntarily you lips moved into a soft smile as you felt his touch, his beard slightly tickling and scratching but definitely not an unpleasant sensation.
His hands moved under your shirt, caressing the skin underneath with his fingers. Max knew exactly how to touch you to get you to do whatever he wanted and those soft little touches were already enough to make your knees weak and the wetness pool between your legs. A moan escaped your mouth as his hands moved further south, easily slipping underneath the waistband of your sweats. He moved his fingers over your pussy, still covered by your panties, but he could already feel how wet you were, seeping through the fabric.
âI barely touched you and you are already drippingâ
Max whispered lowly into your ear and you could hear the smirk in his voice, his breath hot against your skin. You wanted to say something, be witty, but all that come out was another moan. Pressing your backside against him, you started to move your hips a little. Just enough to tease him a little, feeling his hard cock. Max let out a low growl as he felt you rubbing up against him and it seemed like he wanted to retaliate for that, because his hand then also slipped underneath your lace panties.
His middle finger ran along your slit and you whimpered at the contact. His fingertips then moved back up to your clit and he started drawing circles, which immediately had you moaning. Your head fell back against Maxâs shoulder and he used that to kiss along the skin there some more, all while applying pressure and stimulating the little bundle of nerves.
Your hands were gripping the counter top tightly, while moan after moan escaped your lips and you could feel your muscles tighten, rapidly approaching your peak. Max moved his other hand up to your chin and turned your head to give you a sloppy kiss that only had you moaning into his mouth.
You moved one hand to tangle into his hair, running your nails across his scalp, all while still grinding your backside into him. Your other hand gripped his arm tightly, nails digging into his skin, holding his hand in place. He then pushed one finger, then another one, into you, moving them in and out of you while his thumb still stayed on your clit.
âFuck, Max, donât stopâ
You breathed out, brows furrowed in concentration, you just wanted to come. You were so close and he knew that.
âCome for me, baby. Come on my fingersâ,
Max said before his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and kissing, marking you as his. His words and his low voice finally pushed you over the edge, clenching around his fingers, moaning his name over and over again. Once you came down from your high, still breathless, Max moved his fingers out of you and your pants. You turned around to face him, his hair was messed up from your hand that was previously tangled in it. There was a slight smile on his lips as he just watched you, obviously pleased by how heavy your breathing had become and how flushed your cheeks were.
You grabbed his hand that only moments ago was inside of you and raised it up to your lips, taking the fingers that he had buried in your pussy into your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You could taste yourself on them, all while maintaining eye contact and his eyes seemed to only go darker, which was almost impossible.
âFuck, youâre perfectâ
Max muttered. He leaned in close to you, thinking that he was going to kiss you, but instead he reached behind you and grabbed the glass of whiskey that had seemingly been forgotten. He put it up to his lips and emptied it in one swig. Max put the glass back down and then started kissing you again, pulling your hips close to him and you could still feel his obvious erection. You could now also taste the liquor on his lips, which was such a familiar taste by now.
You moved your hands down his chest, opening all the small buttons with ease, having done it so many times before. Your let your hands run over his hot, smooth skin and then down to his abdomen until they reached the waistband of his pants. You popped the button and pulled down the zipper before moving your hand into his boxers. The moment your fingers wrapped around his length, he let out a low moan.
It seemed to have flipped a switch inside of him, because suddenly his hands started tugging at your shirt, pulling it up. You released him to raise your arms above your head so he could take it off and then he already started pushing down your sweatpants together with your underwear, while you unclasped your bra and took it off.
So now you were standing in front of him, naked, and his eyes ran over your body, taking in every detail for a second before lifting you up on the counter top, standing between your spread legs and kissing you again. You pushed the shirt off his shoulders to make him get rid of it. He then started fumbling with his pants, shoving them down just far enough so he could take out his cock.
He stood in front of you now, slowly pumping his length. Max liked making you wait, liked to tease you, to make you beg. He liked being the one in control, to have that power.
âTell me what you wantâ
Max said, his voice so low it was practically a growl, lining up the tip with your entrance. You let out a shaky breath.
âI want your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck meâ
You breathed out and as soon as Max heard your words, he pushed his length inside of you in one smooth movement. You both let out a moan, his forehead leaning against yours. Occasionally kissing you messily. He started moving in and out of you, steadily picking up his speed. His hand were running all over your body. Your thighs, hips, waist, boobs, sometimes even wrapping around your throat. Your breaths were mingling, moans swallowed by each other. Your hands were running through his hair once more, tugging on it.
Max was always very expressive during sex, almost every thrust was emphasized by a moan or a groan or a snarl. You loved it, loved seeing how into it he was and that turned you on even more. You were close to reaching your second orgasm of the night and by the feel of Maxâs grip on you and the erratic nature of his thrusts, you knew he was close too.
It took only a few more seconds before your orgasm washed over you and Max followed quickly after, spilling himself inside of you with a strangled groan, biting his bottom lip.
Once you had both caught your breaths a little, Max kissed you softly, gently. Placed kisses on your lips, your jawline and your throat. His fingertips running over your skin.
That was always the worst part. If only Max were to get dressed again and leave, you would be fine. But no, he was kind and gentle and made sure that you were all right afterwards.
It didnât exactly help diminish the feelings that you felt for him. If anything, they made them worse, amplified them.
Max then pulled out of you and helped you off the counter. You both went to the bathroom to shower and clean up, that was just the routine you had both established. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. Your gaze immediately fell on the purple spot on the side of your neck.
âJesus, Max. What are you, twelve years old?â, you said while pointing at the mark, looking at him through the mirror.
âDonât pretend like you donât like itâ, he only replied with a cocky grin. It was true, you liked that he marked you as his. To show all the other men that there was someone who already fucked you senseless. It was also a reminder, though, that he was not really yours.
âStill, you know I canât hide this at workâ You could feel the heat in your cheeks. You tried to be stern, but a smile fought its way onto your face.
âAnd what do I tell my co-workers when they ask who the artist of this masterpiece is?â, you then asked him.
âTell them, the artist wants to remain anonymousâ, he said, still grinning.
At that you turned around, trying to hide the disappointed look on your face. You knew that this would never turn into anything else than what it was now. Max didnât seem like the type of guy capable of being in a monogamous relationship. So why did you still want to be with him?
Why couldnât you be content with what you had?
You knew you had to get him out of your head somehow, you couldnât continue like this. Before you could spin that thought any further, though, Max had kissed you again and dragged you with him into the shower.
After another round in the shower, Max had gotten dressed, kissed you goodbye and then left. Thatâs just how it went. He never stayed over, always left after. Somehow you realized that night, more than ever, that you couldnât continue this.
You needed to get him out of your head.
(Part 2 yay or nay?-thotery anon)
