Chapter 1: Introduction
After partying everyone settled in to watch a movie. Mark sat in the back on the floor and sarah sat in his lap . "I love these kind of parties!" she drunkenly exclaimed, her breath reeking of wine, "makes me feel so alive, you know?" she slanted her head and looked drunkenly into his eyes. Her tongue lazily flicked along her lips, drawing his gaze.
"Yeah", he said breathlessly, his eyes now zeroing in on her mouth. His hands were clenched into fists against his thighs, ready, and aching to touch.
She faced forward as the movie started , leaning her back into him. Her head now comfortably resting on his shoulder. Lost in her own world, her body swayed pressed against his. Every time she shifted she unknowingly rubbed against his crotch.
It was subtle, but it set off fireworks in his brain. The wine they shared earlier had relaxed him, but the feeling of her pressing against his hardening cock had him on edge. It was clear she had no idea of the battle he was waging in his mind. Or maybe she did?
His breath hitched in his chest as her hand rested on his thigh. The load of desire in him wanted nothing more than to push himself up against her. To make her feel his length throbbing against her. Yet, he sat frozen.
Mark glanced sideways at Sarah.
She was staring straight ahead, her face half-illuminated by the flickering light of the TV. After several moments of tension, he felt her hand slowly climbing up his leg. She didn't press hard, but her touch sent a jolt of pure pleasure through his body. He stiffened, and she turned her head, her lips slightly parted, her green eyes meeting his.
"Is something wrong?" She asked innocently, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Her hand inched closer to his groin, electrifying him with gentle, torturous pressure.
Mark's erection was pulsing in his jeans, begging to be released. Fuck it.
He whispered, "You're killing me, Sarah," and twisted teeny bit, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.
She turned her head, biting her lower lip playfully, "Is that so?" Her feather-light touch became more intentional, slowly caressing his hard length through the denim.
He groaned quietly, gripping the floor beneath him tighter.
"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered huskily in his ear, her hand still slowly grazing his cock. She could feel his pulse quickening, and she knew he was hers for the taking.
"Fuck no," he rasped, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. "Don't stop."
She licked her lips, shifting her body so she could lean in closer to him.
Her hand was still working on his crotch, rubbing and squeezing his cock to the point where it was almost painful.
But they were in a crowded room and had to be careful. She pulled a blanket over them and turned back to face the movie . She resumed her movement, rubbing his cock gently up and down. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, she stopped. He glanced sideways at her, confused.
"Shh," she whispered, turning back to watch the movie. He noticed she had taken her other hand and had slid it between her legs. Her dress was hiked up and he could see her fingers moving furiously under her panties. He almost groaned aloud but remembered where they were.
He took a deep breath and shifted closer to her, allowing his hard cock to graze her ass. She bit her lip, and he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.
"Don't stop," he breathed in her ear, his hand finding its way to her thigh.
She didn't tell him to stop as his hand began to explore higher, under her dress. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he couldn't resist any longer. He slipped his fingers under her panties, groaning at how wet she was.
"You're so fucking wet," he whispered in her ear, his fingers exploring her folds.
"Mhm," she moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. She was so turned on, she could feel herself climbing closer and closer to the edge.
He started to move his fingers in slow, teasing circles around her clit. She whimpered, her breath hitching in her chest as he increased the pressure.
She reached behind her, grabbing his thigh as she ground herself against his hand.
He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her tight warmth. God, she felt good. He could feel her walls contracting around his finger as she rode his hand. With his other hand, he reached up, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. She let out a moan as he kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a path from her ear down to her collarbone.
"Harder," she breathlessly whispered, urging him on. He added a second finger, pushing deeper inside of her. She was so fucking wet, it was driving him insane.
He couldn't help but groan as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of her own movements. She was grinding against him hard now, her breath coming in shallow bursts. He could feel her legs trembling as she got closer and closer to her climax.
With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts over her dress, squeezing it gently. She moaned, encouraging him to continue. He could feel her nipples harden under his touch and he knew she was ready. But not yet.
Mark had to play it cool, fight back the almost unbearable urge to explosion. His thumb continued its teasing of her nipple, while his other hand - the one that had ever so skillfully brought her to the brink - now maintained a tantalizing rhythm that kept her on edge.
Sarah, writhing with pleasure, moved her own hands to grip the base of his cock, which was still restrained by his jeans. As she deftly freed him, she experienced a thrill from the power and arousal she had cultivated in him.
With a quick glance around, ensuring they remained unnoticed, her hand began to move. Mark couldn't hold back his groan as her warm hand now held him and demanded his complete attention.
Sarah knew exactly how to touch him, the way to make the pleasure build with every teasing stroke. She didn't break eye contact as she tightened her grip and increased her speed. Mark couldn't believe how close he was to a climax that had been building since the moment she sat on his lap.
With every movement of her hand, he couldn't help but let out a deep moan that he hoped no one else in the room could hear. Sarah smirked at the sound, knowing she had complete control over him.
"Fuck, Sarah. I'm so close," he grunted, trying to keep his voice down, while still keeping an eye on the rest of the room to ensure that their secret rendezvous remained one. She tightened her grip on him, moving faster.
He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew it was going to be intense.
"Fuck, Sarah, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his breath hitching.
She grinned, and increased her pace, savoring the feeling of him pulsing in her hand.
"Cum for me, baby," she whispered in his ear, her voice filled with dirty promise.
That was all it took. Mark let out a guttural groan as he came, his hot semen spilling over her hand.
She kept a tight grip on him as he shuddered, reveling in the feeling of him losing control under her touch.
Sarah slowly released him, bringing her hand to her mouth to lick off every last drop. She let out a soft moan at the taste, and she saw Mark's gaze darken with desire.
Before either of them could say a word, Sarah leaned in and pressed her lips against his. He eagerly kissed her back, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger born from intensity and release.
He could taste himself on her lips, but the thought only heightened his arousal.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a standoff. Neither dared to move, to breathe, as if doing so would break the spell they were under.
But then, Sarah smirked. And the spell was broken.
She stood up, slowly, her movements revealing the silhouette of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Mark couldn't help but stare, his eyes greedily taking in every curve.
His hands itched to reach out, to touch, to explore. But he held himself back, savoring the tantalizing build-up of desire.
Sarah walked slowly towards the door, swaying her hips with a seductive grace. Mark's gaze followed her every movement, his breath caught in his throat. She looked back at him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Are you coming?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
Mark nodded, stood up and followed her, his eyes never leaving her figure.
They slipped out of the crowded living room and into a dimly lit hallway. Sarah glanced around and pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing onto his.
Her tongue danced with his as she pinned him against the wall. Her hand Observation deck gripped the base of his neck while the other snaked its way down his chest, stopping just above his belt line. He groaned into the kiss as her hand made contact with his already hardening cock.
She massaged him through his jeans, causing him to moan with pleasure. His hands explored her curves as she rubbed him, feeling her breasts and her round, firm ass.
She broke the kiss, a mischievous grin playing at her lips as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers expertly unbuckled his belt, undid the fly of his jeans and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, jutting out towards her. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving him a few experimental strokes before leaning forward to take him in her mouth.
Her tongue traced the tip, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. She swirled her tongue around the head, taking her time to explore every inch.
He tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Her throat constricted slightly, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He held on to her, reveling in the wet heat of her mouth.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder and harder as she moved her hand in pace with her mouth.
Mark's hips began to thrust involuntarily, fucking her mouth with an urgent need. Her saliva dripped down his shaft and onto her hand, making everything slick and easy to pump. Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, mixing with her spit as she greedily lapped at him.
With her free hand, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she continued to suck him off. Mark's breathing became ragged, his muscles tense and trembling. He was so close, so fucking close to losing it and cumming down her throat.
He couldn't believe how good her mouth felt around him. It was like heaven, pure and utter bliss. His hips continued to thrust forward, faster and faster as he fucked her sweet little mouth.
"Oh fuck, Sarah," he grunted, his hands tightening in her hair as he desperately fought for control.
She moaned, the vibration sending waves of pleasure pulsing through his cock. The sound of her moans, coupled with the wet sloppy noises of her mouth on him, had him on the verge of orgasm.
He tried to pull back, tried to stop himself from shooting his load down her throat, but she sucked even harder, taking him deep into her mouth, swallowing every inch of him.
Mark couldn't help but let out a guttural groan as he came, his hot semen spurting down the back of her throat. Sarah swallowed every drop, sucking harder until he was spent, and then licking him clean, before standing up to face him.
"You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
Mark's heart was still racing from his orgasm, but the sight of her smug expression had him rock hard again in an instant.
"Well, you're definitely good at what you do," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
He reached for her, but she stepped back, her eyes glinting wickedly in the dim light. "Not so fast," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh, really?" Mark asked, his heart pounding with anticipation.