Us vs. Them

I locked my door and turned to face her. She was sitting on my bed so awkwardly and I felt sorry for her. The last time she was in the predicament was probably with Korse. She stared back at me and smiled shyly and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Well are you gonna stand there and gawk or what?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"You're nervous as all hell, Taylor. Maybe we shouldn't.." I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.

She got off the bed and kicked her boots off, her bare feet guiding her over to me. She hooked her fingers in my belt loops and pulled me towards her. Her brown eyes bore into my golds and she smiled softly. Lust took over and I picked her up, connecting our lips as I slammed her against my bed. She groaned softly from the impact and deepened the kiss, tugging at my hair around my neck. I let out a groan myself, which is apparently what she wanted because before I knew it, her hands were wandering up my shirt.

I pulled back to pull my shirt off, tossing it across the room. Her hands found my belt buckle and started to pry it off me. She slid onto the floor, her fingers working in a painfully slow pace. I bucked my hips towards her hands and she glared up at me.

"Patience is a virtue, Frank.." she purred, kissing my stomach. I let out a whimper that was a little too feminine and she giggled, actually fucking giggled, at my reaction.
"God, you're a little bitch!" I hissed, pulling her on the bed once my belt was flung across the room, hitting the opposing wall.

I have to admit, I was a little rusty in this field. I wasn't sure what to do or what she'd done before but she seemed okay with whatever I was about to do. I attached my lips to her neck, nipping and sucking softly. She let out a hiss of approval, gripping my hair tightly. I let out a groan, pressing my already hard crotch against hers. She whimpered, tugging at my jeans.

"You want them off?" I chuckled, pecking her lips softly. All she could do was nod and pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground with mine.

As I fumbled with my jeans, she pulled hers off too. I couldn't help but notice the scars on her thighs and stomach, bruises and craters that were undoubtedly from BL/ind. I crawled over to her and planted small kisses on each and every one of them, making sure I didn't miss a single one. She groaned softly and bucked her hips up towards my face. I chuckled, pinning her hips down. She groaned in annoyance and huffed out a sigh. I took this opportunity to drag my finger tips along her inner thighs, smirking when she fidgeted. My fingers came closer to her crotch and she flexed her quads, turning me on even more. I started to massage her through her already soaked panties, connecting my lips to her hip bones as she bucked against my hand.

"Frank..."
"Yes?"
"Don't tease me like that.."
I smirked and looked down at my hand, glistening with her come. "What do you mean?" I pulled her panties down and off, sliding my fingers against her labia.
She flinched at this and whimpered. "Are you almost done? I have shit to do.."
I laughed and pulled away from her, inching my briefs off. I pulled her into my lap, leaning my head against the headboard. "Just shut up and kiss me, okay?"

She complied and bit down on my lip, earning a groan from me. She started to grind against me and I pressed her hips down harder. Common sense took over and I reached for my wallet to pull out a condom. As I slipped it on, I looked at her. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and her lips were swollen from kissing me. She crawled back into my lap and I attached my lips to hers, lightly pressing her down on me. She whimpered as I moaned as I filled her up, her tightness wrapping against my cock. I groaned as she started to move up and down quickly, cupping her breasts in my hands.

We stayed like this for what seemed like hours, our sweat and breaths mixing with each other's. I didn't realize someone had come back until her brother knocked on my door.

Notes

It's been a while, my dears. But I've been busy with life and a boyfriend and Prom shit.