Erotic Story: Boys night

While doing my best to fall asleep in the bedroom, I hear how Ben is still busy chatting and laughing with his friends in the garden below. I stretch a few times and crawl under the sheets. It’s warm outside, the window is open wide and I can easily overhear their conversation. A few minutes later, I hear footsteps on the stairs. Ben walks into the bedroom with a smile on his face and small eyes from the beer. ‘Huh, have they all gone already?’ ‘No,’ he shakes his head. ‘I just told them I had to go get something.’ I see the mischief in his eyes. ‘Do you know that I’ve been longing for you all night? Because of that hot dress you were wearing.’ He grabs the sheets and pulls them off me in one movement. Arousal shoots through my body instantly. I may have turned in early because I wanted to get some rest and didn’t want to be around his friends anymore, but I certainly wanted to be around him. I was secretly studying him all evening and silently counting down till the moment we would be in bed together.

I laugh excitedly when he grabs my ankles. ‘But they’re all still down in the garden,’ I say. He shrugs. ‘So what, they’re all busy with themselves.’ ‘And you?’ I tease him. ‘I’m busy with you.’ He pulls my legs apart and dives in between. Excited, I let out a short, but powerful scream. ‘How is it that you’re so sexy sleeping in my T-shirt?’ ‘Because it’s only your T-shirt’, I joke. He curls his fingers around the bottom and slowly pushes up the fabric. Little by little, my most sensitive spot gets vulnerably exposed. ‘Hmm’, he moans softly. ‘Exactly what I want.’ Before I can say anything, he lowers his face and I feel his warm breath tingling along my clit.

I hold my breath for a moment, like I don’t know how to breathe anymore. He notices and looks at me proudly. His eyes fixed on mine, he sticks out his tongue and presses its tip firmly and warmly between my folds. ‘Fuck’, I hiss as softly as I can. The voices of his friends still sound through the window, laughing and chatting. I briefly look to the window. ‘Forget them. Or not, if that turns you on even more.’ Again, that mischievous gaze and then he has a taste of me. His tongue slides smoothly and warmly through my folds. Up and down and when he pushes my legs up further, his tongue even disappears between my buttocks. I grab the sheets and try my best to hold back my moaning. ‘Please,’ he chuckles, ‘don’t hold back for me.’ ‘It’s not for you’, I grin. He shakes his head laughing. ‘So you prefer to hold back? Let’s see if you can do it.’ I look at him a little startled, wondering what he’s up to. He grabs my legs, pushes them upward slightly and places his hands behind my knees. It feels like I can’t move and all I can do now is undergo what he has in mind. And judging by his gaze, he’s forgotten all about his friends. Again I feel his tongue on my skin. Warm and firm. Each inch licked, and, at intervals, my clit maddeningly sucked.

My fingers hurt from digging into my sheets. My breath is somewhere in my throat and just when I think I’m almost there, he stops. He slowly puts a finger in his mouth to get it wet. Then I feel that finger disappearing between my buttocks. My body starts to squirm when he presses his finger on my back hole. That’s mean. He knows I can never hold back when he does that. Chuckling, he presses harder and I moan uncontrollably, still trying to keep my volume as low as possible. Just when I’m ready for him to push his finger in, he pulls back. His lips shine with my wetness and his gaze is even more intense than before. In one fluid movement, he stands next to the bed. He pulls his T-shirt over his head and pulls down his pants and boxers.

His cock is hard, glistening with desire. He drops a big blob of saliva and divides it over his boner. Then he grabs my ankles again and pulls me to the edge of the bed so hard that the T-shirt I’m wearing rolls up, getting stuck around my breasts. Again, he pulls my legs apart wide. ‘Hold on to your ankles’, he orders me. Obedient as I am, and much too aroused to go against it anyway, I grab my ankles and keep my legs apart and in the air. He positions himself between my legs and divides his juices over his shaft, glans and my skin.

When he presses his cock between my legs, I moan excitedly. He slides it further and further down and once he reaches my back hole, he urgently presses it to my sensitive skin, wetting it and then he looks at me and carefully pushes himself inside. It feels raw, like a slight pain, but oh so good. I whimper when my body sucks his cock inside and he pushes the rest of his inches into my back hole. He carefully starts to move. I feel my skin getting used to his shape and adapting to him. With every movement, it feels wetter between my legs. My back rubs against the sheets and my breasts dance out from under the T-shirt to the rhythm of his thrusts. He puts one hand on my lower abdomen and lets the tip of his thumb rest on my clit. ‘Fuck. What are you doing to me’, I groan excitedly. It gets more and more quiet outside and I realize that I’m not as silent as I’d hoped. They are on to us. They can hear us. They must be. Ben starts moaning loudly too.

‘You’re so tight from behind. I can’t keep this up long.’ Aroused by the idea, as his boner slides in and out of my back hole, I feel the tension building inside my body. His thumb rubs my clit wilder and wilder and I feel it getting wetter and wetter. ‘Jesus, all this juice is running out of you, he groans to the rhythm of his movements. Without thinking, I put pressure down there and then I see it. A wave of juice shooting out of me like a sprinkler, all over his lower abdomen. ‘Jesus’, he groans loud and excited. My whole body is shaking, my legs feel weak and I have trouble keeping them in the air. I was watching the scene first, but I now let my head rest on the bed.

‘I’m. Coming.’ In hard thrusts I feel him moving inside me. Then, abruptly, he pulls back, my body shivers and my butt feels sore as he cums over my belly. The sheets are wet, it’s all over my belly and my body feels like he’s still inside me. After a few deep sighs, he catches his breath again. He disappears into the bathroom to get a towel and wipes me clean. Then he pulls his T-shirt and pants back on. Downstairs loud cheering sounds. I should be ashamed, but it only turns me on more. ‘Shit, you’re so hot. I’ll lie down with you later.’ He presses a kiss on my lips and goes downstairs. I silently enjoy what’s just happened. And it takes no effort to fall asleep.