Call Me Cat

“Impress me?” You ask, laughing at such an absurd, forward question. “It’s a date, not a cirque de solei show.”

“So contortion? Aerial acrobatics? That’s what does it for you?” Adam’s smile is lopsided and you bite your lip.

“Nothing hotter than a well executed handstand,” you joke.

Suddenly Adam is pushing his tools aside to open up space on the floor before cartwheeling into a messy handstand, his jean-clad legs flailing and bending at the knee.

“Adam!” You shriek out as he practically careens into you before righting himself. You’re laughing so hard you’re doubled over and grabs onto your shoulders to get your attention, barking out breathless laughs himself.

“So was that hot?”

“No it was a mess!” You say, shaking your head and looking up at him. He tries to grimace at the critique but his smile at your laughter wins out.

“Oh yeah? What are you a gymnast? Can you do better?”

“Yeah I can actually,” you respond, lifting your chin defiantly. “Watch this.”

You drop your bag down on the cluttered surface of a nearby table and go to find your handstand but stop short,

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“What?”

You look back at Adam over your shoulder.

“I forgot I’m wearing a skirt.”

“And?”

“And if I do a handstand it’ll fall down and expose me.”

“And that’s bad why?” The cheeky grin makes you want to slap him but there’s also something innocent about it beneath the douchey exterior. He says what he thinks unfiltered.

“Ok horn dog, if I’m going to do this then you’re going to help me,” you pivot, grabbing him by the arm to join you in the open space on the floor.

“How can I help you?” he asks, stepping into you and automatically putting his massive hands on your waist, squeezing. Your stomach swoops at the contact. It’s been a long time and a lot of bad dates, it hadn’t hit you how much you’ve been craving physical contact. But you make yourself swipe away his touch.

“You’re going to hold up my skirt when I’m upside down.”

“To protect your modesty, m’lady?” he snorts, adopting an absurd pseudo-British accent.

“Indeed. And you’ll do it good sir. If you are a gentleman,” you say over your shoulder, stepping into position and getting ready to make your headstand. He waves his hand and bows, gesturing for you to go.

When you drop into your handstand, you feel your skirt flutter around your body along with a grunted fuck and shuffle of movement before you feel the fabric bunched and Adam’s grip keeping it in place around your thighs.

“Ok fine. This is a good handstand,” he says grudgingly.

“So does it impress you?” you tease.

“Yeah. You were right. It’s really fucking hot,” he agrees and you start laughing so hard you lose your balance. Adam catches you as you start to topple over, grabbing you around the middle and flipping you upright in his arms.

“A gentleman and a hero,” you joke, looping your arms around his neck loosely.

You expect him to drop you down to your feet but he doesn’t, instead continuing to hold you aloft with ease. He takes in the sight of your body in his arms before settling his gaze on your face. At first his intense stare feels unnerving, but it gives you a chance to take in his visage. Puppy dog eyes drooping as he watches you. Patches of facial hair that you have the sudden urge to scratch your nails through. Full lips that part as his breath speeds up.

And you realize you have a choice. While a dinner, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Adam. You’d met on a dating app and decided to give him a chance with very little to go off of apart from your therapist’s enthusiastic encouragement to “take risks and meet more people.” You could still extricate yourself from his grasp, thank him for an interesting evening, and head home to a pint of ice cream and a podcast.

Or.

Or you could see what lies waiting beyond that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. Though he’s a bit inappropriate, he’s been pretty respectful. He’s intelligent, that much you’ve gleaned. He’s good looking - fuck he’s good looking. You kept missing the punch lines to his tasteless jokes during dinner because you kept zoning out imagining what it would be like to climb him like a tree. Or to have all of the hulking weight of his large body baring down on you, your back sinking into a mattress.

Ultimately, you choose the latter.

You lunge forward, pulling him to you with the arms around his neck and pressing your lips together forcefully. He’s stunned at first and for a second it is only you applying pressure. But then your back is slammed against the nearest wall and he’s matching your enthusiasm. Exceeding it.

He rearranges you in his arms so that your thighs are on either side of his body, pelvises pressed to one another. Beginning a gyrating rhythm as your body awakens to a new feeling of need.

You want him. His hands grip the globes of your ass and he sucks on your neck when you break away to gasp for air. You want this strange, tall, unreadable, awkward, sexy man. And you don’t know what this means, or what tomorrow brings, but tonight you need to find out what this is like.

“Adam,” you say, and it comes out more breathless than you intend.

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning back up.

“Will you please fuck me?”

You’re not sure how it is that you suddenly find yourself flat on your back on a bed. Maybe you were nearer to his bedroom than you’d realized, having not fully paid attention to your surroundings when he’d invited you in.

Adam nudges your thighs apart and settles his body between your open legs, pressing kisses to your throat, your collar bone.

“Are you always this polite when you wanna be railed?” He whispers in your ear. A thrill runs down your spine.

“You know what they say about catching more - oh my god.” He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of your throat and your toes curl. “Whatever - something with honey.”

“You catch more dick with honey?” he asks, thrusting his pelvis against yours pointedly. You laugh.

“Something like that.” Your hands fist in his shirt and you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan. A large hand closes over yours and pulls it between you, pressing your palm to what feels to be an impressive bulge.

“Now that you’ve caught this dick, what are you going to do with it?”

You clamp your legs around him and shove, urging him to roll onto his back which he does immediately. Once your positions are reversed you straddle his hips and lower yourself down onto said impressive bulge. Your skirt fans out around you, hiding your meeting pelvises as you roll your hips, but beneath the fabric you’re left to feel his hardening length through his jeans in nothing but your thin cotton underwear.

“Well I can do…this with it,” you say quietly, rolling your hips so that the ridge of his clothed member settles between your pussy lips through the fabric. Adam grits his teeth and grips your hips, shifting your body to encourage more movement. You laugh and swat at his hands. “You asked what I was going to do with it, not what you were going to do with it.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Adam agrees, loosening his grip. As you grind against him some more his eyes search your body, as if looking for something. Then his eyes light up. “Can I - may I - play with your tits? See I can be polite, too.”

You almost snort a laugh in response but he looks so genuine and you nod. His hands slide up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them almost reverently through the thin material of your shirt. Your bra seems to be an unwanted deterrent because he yanks down on the neck of your shirt and pops your breasts out of their cups, freeing your nipples to pebble from the cool air and his attention.

“Fffuuuuck,” Adam moans and he sits upright and presses his face to the valley between your breasts, pushing them in on him from either side. He hums into your cleavage and the vibrations tickle, making you shriek out another giggle and grip at the hair on the back of his head.

He looks up from between your breasts, eyes glazed.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters and you realize you’d halted your movements with the distraction of this new stimulation. So you start grinding against him again and he gazes up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply and your hips stutter. Adam moved to the other nipple, laving it with his tonguing before sucking it into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” you manage to grit out. Adam grins at you, straightening back up into a sitting position. His hands go back to covering your breasts, massaging them and squeezing them at intervals. You moan and arch into his touch.

“You like that?” You nod vigorously but Adam repeats the question. “You like that? You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”

“Yeah,” you manage to mumble, grinding harder against him.

He eyes you before reaching under your skirt and rooting around blindly till he finds the apex of your legs where it presses against his erection.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He’s right. You’ve soaked through your panties in the unrelenting pursuit of pressure against his denim bulge. Suddenly you feel an extra pressure. A focused pressure as he uses his finger to rub at the hood of your mound through your panties. You tilt your hips and suddenly he’s pressing just right, making contact with your aching clit through the soaked material.

“Oh god oh god oh…” you gasp as you speed up your grinding. You feel good, really good. You could come from this, with a little more time and effort. But everything is sped up exponentially when he grabs your left breast with his free hand and dips his head down to your right breast and sucks at the pillowy flesh.

“Oh fuck - god. Adam fuck,” is all you manage to get out, hands fisted in his hair and keeping his face where it is as you convulse on top of him. Your little hole constricts around nothing and you grind down against his length trying to get as much contact as possible as your body is wracked with shakes.

Adam pulls off your breast then and looks at you with a particularly proud grin.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he asks. You try to bury your head in his neck so you don’t have to answer the question. His hand pulls out from under your skirt and he grips your waist, reversing your position so that you are once again on your back.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, shirt and bra still pulled down so that your breasts are exposed. Adam yanks you closer to him and you squeal, but the squeal turns into a moan when he pulls your legs wide open and scoots in between them. He bunches your skirt up so that it lays around your stomach, exposing your lower half to him as well.

“Holy shit baby. You always this wet when you cum or is this all just for me?”

“It’s f-for you,” you manage to mutter. You’re not well versed in dirty talk, but this man seems to love it and his words have turned you on this much this far, so it can’t hurt to participate.

Adam groans in response to your words. He slowly peels off your wet panties, tossing them over the side of the bed before clambering off.

“Could you…fuck,” he grumbles, getting distracted by the look of you spread out on the bed. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. “Could you take that shit off?”

You look down at yourself - where all the clothing you were wearing had bunched around your middle having been either yanked down or yanked up. You pull off the shirt and bra in one movement, eager not to lose sight of the man before you for long. Not with how it feels to watch him watch you as he pulls off his own shirt - that masculine tug at the back of the collar which rips the fabric up and over his head. You’d been bracing yourself against his broad chest and abdomen while grinding on him, and you’d felt the hardness there, but you weren’t prepared for the sight of his mouthwatering muscles.

As he goes to unzip his jeans you remember you aren’t finished with your task, so you pull your skirt down over your hips, hinging so that your breast are shown to their best advantage.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes and it catches you off guard. Yeah there’s an expletive in the sentence, but he said “gorgeous” instead of hot. And you’re not sure why that sends tingles throughout your body. You finish pulling your skirt off and lean back against the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows up by the headboard. Watching as Adam eases his jeans and briefs off in one fell swoop.

He stands before you, naked. Just like you are. His cock is purpling at the tip. Large, swollen, heavy. He takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Watching him do so from a distance makes your pussy clench. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your body’s automatic eagerness.

“No, keep them open,” he grunts out. You hesitate, opening your legs just a little. Adam shakes his head. “No spread yourself out for me. Let me see you.”

There’s something intimate in the phrase “let me see you.” Arguably more intimate than when you’d just rutted yourself to orgasm in his clothed hard on not moments ago. You oblige him and open you legs wide, exposing the glistening slit of your pussy, dripping with cum and arousal.

“Fuck.” Adam bites down on the word and his fist moves faster on his cock. A knee sinks to the mattress and he clambers back on, crawling till he’s between your thighs, adjusting you so that your legs are wound around him.

The underside of his cock slides through your juices till his head taps your sensitive clit. You all but gasp.

“So you wanted me to fuck you?” He asks. You nod but he drops down to his forearms so he’s closer to you. He licks the shell of your ear before whispering. “I said…you wanted me to fuck you?“

“Yes, please fuck me, Adam.” It comes out as a whine but you sound stronger than you expected you would with how all of your nerves are shot from anticipation.

Adam reaches between you and presses his dick into you, not entering your hole yet but giving you something to rock up against.

“Adam…” you whine again. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“You want this cock?“ his voice is a hot whisper in your ear and you grasp and every part of him you can reach, trying to pull him into you.

“Yes. I…I want this cock.” You inhale sharply when he lifts his cock and slaps it back down lightly on your clit.

“Mmm but where did little miss manners go? Isn’t it polite to say please when you ask for something?” He asks, but you can feel his muscles quivering with the effort of self control.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

You let out a frustrated huff and angle your hips to try and slip him inside you but his lifts his pelvis away, making you whine.

“Please can I have your cock?“

“There’s my sweet girl,” he says with a radiant smile. He drops his hips and again slides the underside of his cock through the length of your slit.

But still he doesn’t go inside you.

“Inside me. Adam. Please. Your cock.” You’re babbling at this point. Tears of frustration welling in the corners of your eyes.

“What was that, sweet girl?” Adam asks, mimicking confusion.

“Adam please put your cock inside me. Pleasepleaseplease - ohhhh.” Your whines stop abruptly when Adam sheathes himself inside you. He bottoms out quickly and your legs spasm before settling back down around his naked hips.

“So pretty when you beg, baby,” he practically slurs. Pussy drunk already and he hasn’t been in you a minute yet.

“Please. Please.” You want him to move already, want the delicious pressure inside you to build.

And Adam obliges. He fucks you with abandon. Lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, effectively folding you in half to drive into you harder harder harder.

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam practically coos, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collar bone. You practically drool, incapable of responding now that you’re getting exactly what you want and oh god. You can’t believe just an hour ago you’d sat across from this man in a restaurant, unsure of how you felt about him.

Now you know how you feel. Like you’ll never get enough of the feeling of being this full. Over and over again.

“I usually - fuck. I like saying dirty shit in bed.”

“I n-noticed,” you manage to say, humor beneath your breathlessness. Adam delivers a light slap to your ass and you giggle.

“No I say worse shit. Call girls names and - fuck. I don’t know. Make up fucked up scenarios.” He’s rambling and you’re barely following, your eyes glazing and ears ringing as the pleasure builds. But then Adam pulls you up and shuffles. Suddenly he’s sitting upright with his back against the headboard and you’re sitting his lap, speared all the way on his cock. Feeling him deep deep deep and it’s got you moaning openly, pitching forward to clutch him to you through the sensation.

“But with you I just…wanna be sweet.” He says it quietly. His words don’t register. Not now that his finger has found your clit again, massaging hypnotic shapes into the aching bud.

He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t thrust up into you. With his free hand he lightly grips your chin till your eyelids open and you take him in with unfocused eyes. Adam leans in then and kisses you. A slow, deep, sensual kiss that has you rocking back and forth on his cock.

Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his cock of your own volition. Gasping and moaning as Adam’s own groans vibrate through your body.

“Adam,” you manage to cry out. It’s a warning. His eyes snap open and he looks at you urgently.

“You’re gonna cum again? You’re gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes. Gonna - ah. Cum.”

He grips your hips and guides your movement on him, helping your bodies hit harder, move deeper.

“Cum for me, sweet girl.”

You spasm on his cock, clenching and unclenching around his length while shakes wrack your body. You cry out his name along with a chorus of “please”. What you’re begging for you’re not sure. More of his cock? For him to come inside you?

You must beg for the latter because his mouth is at your ear again as you grip tightly onto him.

“You really want me to cum inside you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” you let out hoarsely.

And with that permission he’s emptying himself inside you. Filling you up even more and letting out the most devastatingly delicious moans you’ve ever heard.

~*~

Later, after he’s helped clean you up and brought you a cold Gatorade, he settles beside you on the bed and drops a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says simply. You scrunch your nose and laugh.

“You’re thanking me for sex?”

“It’s only polite.”

~*~

After note: WOW you guys. That wasn’t even supposed to be a lil thot let alone a fic. I started writing that last night just to say I went on a mediocre date and then this happened. Sackler is written a lot softer here than I usually write him, but I guess that’s just what I need right now. Hope it works for you.

A long, hard day deserved an evening in which time slowed down. The plan was to go home, take a bite of something nice, have a nap, and catch a ride to Henry's show. The crowded city would be of no disturbance to you because you'd be relaxed and moving on your own time. Fluid and still, at once.

However, you woke up to rain, thunder, and darkness. Lightning illuminated the sky. But the darkness stood over you. You jumped awake. It wasn't the clap of thunder that yanked you from your sleep. It was the presence.

"You didn't come..." he said.

You tried to rise from the bed--the singular cashmere blanket fell down revealing your breasts--but your own body smacked you back down. Oh, right.

You felt your blood pump in your veins--rushing through your body like a hurricane. The chaotic heavens sounded like they were five feet away from you. The bedroom's usual scent of wood and a sugary plug-in fragrance was heightened. And Henry smelled like rain and trouble.

"I'm sorry. I overslept," you responded.

His eyes scanned your body. Without a word, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The THC made every inch of your body pump.

Every inch.

You didn't notice until Henry went into the bathroom.

Your nipples were suddenly erect--your pussy throbbed. This always happened when you ate one of those gummies. Sometimes, you wondered if you partook just for this reason.

Your eyes closed again. You heard the shower water run, then, everything went black again.

Cold air hit your body.

"I looked everywhere for you," a voice boomed above you. Your eyes popped open again. "I couldn't see beyond the footlights, but I still looked for your silhouette."

Your blanket was gone. Henry straddled you, held your face with one hand, and trailed his tongue down your cheek before meeting your lips with a kiss.

"I--" you started. Peck.

"I--"

Kiss. You bent your knee so that your foot was flat on the bed--leg elevated, making more room for him.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long..."

"Mmm..." Henry growled before planting his lips against yours again. His hand left your face and slid down your neck, over your chest, and over your breast. He cupped the flesh in his hand, and you bent your knee more--pulling your foot back further.

"I even searched the balcony..." he said. He pulled his face from yours and dipped over your chest--taking your nipple into his mouth. A chill went down your spine and a gasp left your lips.

"I didn't know me being there meant so much to you," you said.

"It always does," he said--the clearest sentence he'd formed all night.

"I'm s--"

"Shh..." he whispered, before sucking at your nipple and switching to the next. Your heavy head fell deeper into the pillow as Henry devoured your breasts. Then, that one hand made another journey down your body--sliding across your belly, then gripping your raised knee. It rested there as he sucked on your nipple. Then, it made its move down your thigh, over your mound--and with a bite to your areola, he slid three fingers inside of you.

"Fuck..." you whispered.

Henry continued licking and sucking at your breasts as the pads of his fingers rubbed your velvety interior. The sloppy sound of your wetness nearly echoed throughout the room. You were certain that you could feel Henry's fingerprints being embedded upon your walls. But you needed more. Immediately.

You ran your fingers in his hair and whispered toward his ear...

"Fuck me..."

That was all he needed. There was no teasing. No question of if you deserved it after missing his show.

Henry pulled himself away from you, stood over the bed, and peeled his robe away. The robe fell to the floor with a whoosh--sending the faded scent of fabric sheets through your nostrils. He scanned your naked body again as he tugged at his cock. Then, he dropped one knee onto the bed to lean over you again. As he gripped his dick, he rubbed his fingers over your clit.

You opened your legs wider for him. Anxious. Your clitoris pulsed and your cunt ached to be filled. Hard enough, Henry climbed on top of you, grabbed you by the sides of your knees, and pulled you closer to him.

Finally, you felt your body opening. Henry slowly pushed himself inside--filling you with every inch before resting his body against yours. His pecs initially felt cool against your breasts, then, the coolness immediately turned to warmth--his body still somewhat moist from the shower.

With every push in and every drag out--you felt every part of him. Every vein, every twitch--that separation between his head and his shaft. Everything. You almost wanted to cry, he felt so good. He completed you so much.

"Let me on top," you whispered.

Somehow, the two of you reversed your positions. You fought against your high--and the internal battle put a smile on your face. Entering a "goofy" stage, perhaps. Mischievous. You knew something that he didn't know--and it made you chuckle inside.

You bit your lip and rested your hands on his torso--preparing yourself as you lowered on his length. Your eyes rolled back and the tip of his cock nudged your cervix. You knew it would hurt the next day, but right now, the foreign chemical in your brain whispered:

"Let it hurt...let it hurt...hurts so good...let it hurt..."

Henry rested his hands on your thighs as you rode him. His eyes traveled your body--your face. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile still painted on your face. Then, he smiled.

"Are you high?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Teeth appeared behind your smile. "Yeah..."

You fell forward, smashing your chest against his as you lifted your hips and dropped them back down--repeating the act in slow motion. Suddenly, his hands slid up your backside and rested on your waist.

"Mmm..." he growled again. His fingers slipped down onto your hips, and he pressed them deep into your flesh. His body lifted beneath you--and he pushed deep, deep, deep inside of you, making you gasp and grip the pillow behind you.

His voice commanding, but soft. Like a lustful demon, he whispered in your ear, "Stay like this."

You gripped the pillow tighter and whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned your body against his. His little bird had flown too...high.

But no worries.