Erotic Story: In secret

After a week of awkward close calls and completely unsatisfying sex, it’s time to go home again. It’s not that we didn’t try. We sneaked off to the car together once, which wasn’t a success really, in broad daylight, with the children’s car seats shining in the back. We secretly messed around in the swimming pool, which was actually rather stressful. It didn’t even work out in the arcade, when we ended up in the simulator together. It just wasn’t happening. Now it’s time to gather our stuff, take our loss and check out. Nick and my sister finished packing fairly quickly and went for a morning walk. I look around the bathroom to check if any of our stuff is still lying around. “Britt! Come here!” Startled, I walk back to the bedroom, where Dylan watches me with a big smile, standing amidst the bags and things. “What’s up?” “Don’t you see? We’re alone!” I look around in surprise, realizing that he’s right. “Your parents took the kids to the petting zoo, so we could clean up. But I know exactly what I want to do with you first”, he says, standing close to me. There’s no getting around it, I’m instantly aroused. And although tonight is not far off anymore, I can’t come up with any reason not to enjoy each other right away. Without thinking, I press my lips to his mouth and he passionately kisses me back. His hands roam over my clothes and we are racing to take each other’s clothes off as quickly as possible. Fuck the creaking bed, we’re going for it! He wildly throws my thong across the bedroom  and pushes me onto the bed. His boner stands proud and willing and my breathing goes faster and faster as he closes in on me. He crawls towards me across the bed and firmly grips my face. “Now, you are finally mine, Britt.” His eyes are fiery, practically burning. As he looks at me, he drops a blob of saliva and buries his face between my legs. My hands wildly grab his hair and I start moaning uncontrollably. His tongue feels warm, I feel wetness running down between my buttocks, hitting the sheets. Finally, the moment has come where he can have his way and I can enjoy him without interruption. Just before my climax, he lies on top of me and rubs his cock against my clit. He starts kissing me fervently and I dig my nails into his back. “You’re teasing me “, I pant against his lips. “You’ve been teasing me all week, Britt, but don’t worry. I’ll make you come mercilessly later on.” This prospect sounds so good that I let my hand go down between us, and start rubbing his hard cock. “I’ve missed you”, I whisper; “just take me.”

As I’m used to, Dylan doesn’t need many words. He gets off me and positions my lower body on my side. He takes hold of my right leg and puts it over his shoulder. He leans forward slightly, grabs my throat and places his other hand against my clit. We both look down as he pushes himself inside me; effortlessly after a week filled with desire and unrequited wetness. He starts thrusting rhythmically and rubs his fingers on my clit. With his hand on my throat, it seems impossible to produce normal sounds and the room fills with a whimpering sound. Now I get what he meant when he said that I was squealing. “You’re so horny, Britt”, he growls. I place my hand tightly around the wrist that he has so mercilessly and deliciously bound around my throat. I want to close my eyes, but keeping my eyes on him feels so intense that I simply can’t look away. He bites his lower lip; growls and moans. It gets hotter and hotter between my legs and in the distance, I feel my orgasm getting closer. “Oh. Yes. I’m coming, I’m coming!”, I surprisingly manage to say intelligibly. His fingers are racing over my clit even more wildly and while he encourages me loudly, I explode. My body starts to  shake and I gasp when he releases my throat. “Come here”, he says, as he sits proudly on the bed next to me, gesturing to his lap. I crawl over to him with my most mischievous look and sit on him. For a moment, I hover over his cock and then lower myself over him. It feels sensitive, but anything but unpleasant. I clamp my body around his and start to move. He supports himself with his hands and, again, I dig my nails into his back to find some grip. We groan, pant, bite, and scratch our way to a new orgasm. The bed creaks and slides across the stone floor. Exhausted and kissing, we fall backwards. “Jesus, my mouth is so dry”, he chuckles when he’s recovered and stands up naked, heading to the kitchen. “We really have to hurry up with packing now”, I call after him, but there’s no response.

As soon as I lie still in the bedroom, I hear Dylan’s voice in the distance. It seems like… It can’t be… Then I hear a second voice; it’s my father’s voice. Nervously, I throw on Dylan’s T-shirt and walk towards the kitchen. “Shit, I thought we were alone”, I hear Dylan say. “I just had to go to the toilet, but I would have heard this at the petting zoo.” Oops… This is exactly the situation that Dylan never wanted, everything we’d been trying to avoid. Drops of semen run down my legs, while my father gives me a stern look. Dylan’s back is covered with thick welts, and scratches here and there. “I understand, seeing what you’re trying to hide now”, my dad continues. “Well… No, never mind”, Dylan quickly swallows his remark. Normally, Dylan would brag that the volume of my sound isn’t due to the size of his manhood, but because he knows what he’s doing. Fortunately, he manages to control himself. I’m pretty sure such a remark wouldn’t have gone down well with my father. Especially not at this moment. “I’m heading back to the petting zoo. When I return, everything will be tidied up and packed in the car.” Like two punished little children we stay behind. I start giggling, out of nerves. “This isn’t funny, Britt”, Dylan says seriously. When we walk into the pool later that day to enjoy the last few hours of our vacation, my father slaps Dylans hard on his scratched-up back. “You’re staying close to me today.” Dylan looks at me nervously. I’m sure that in time we’ll just laugh about this. Secretly, I’m already doing so.