NO ENTRY, ALL ACCESS.... (R18)
1508 Words
“Mhm?” I tilted my head, innocent. The movie started rolling, steamy music, and foreign whispers filling the room. I sipped my wine slowly, knowing his gaze never left my lips.
Minutes passed......hands brushing, thighs pressing closer, me pretending to watch while the screen flickered s*x scenes that felt tame compared to the heat between us. Then Kay’s fingers slid under the hem of his shirt on me, grazing my bare skin. My pulse stuttered.
“God, you’re not wearing anything underneath,” he muttered, voice thick.
I smirked.
“Easy access.”
He let out a low, guttural groan and yanked me closer until I was nearly spilling into his lap, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“You’re gonna kill me, babe,” he whispered, voice rough with need.
“Sitting here all wide-eyed and innocent, when you’re this f*****g wet.....”
His hand slipped boldly between my thighs, teasing just enough to make me shudder. My grip on my wine glass faltered and I gasped, clamping my legs around his wrist like it would stop him.
“Kay…” My voice broke, half-plea, half-warning.
“What?” He tilted his head, mouth curving into that sinful smirk before pressing a hot, slow kiss to the side of my throat. His tongue traced the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing with a bite that made my entire body arch into him.
“You told me not to rush in the shower,” he murmured, licking down to my collarbone.
“But right now? You’re practically begging for it.”
I twisted in his hold, straddling him in one messy, desperate move, my wine glass abandoned on the table before I could drop it. His oversized shirt I’d been wearing rode up over my hips, and the second his c**k pressed thick and rock-hard against me through his sweatpants, I moaned shamelessly into his mouth.
“You’re already hard,” I breathed, brushing against him again, my voice unsteady but daring.
His head tipped back, a growl slipping from deep in his chest.
“Been hard since you bent over to rinse your hair,” he confessed, the words a groan against my skin. His hands gripped my ass, dragging me down harder over him.
“You think I didn’t notice that fat ass bouncing right in my face? You think I didn’t see what you were doing to me?”
My laugh caught halfway into a moan when he jerked the shirt higher, my breasts spilling free. His mouth latched onto one with no hesitation....sucking, biting, pulling until I gasped his name like a prayer. My nails dug into his shoulders, then slid down under his shirt, scratching over his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs until I reached his waistband.
“Kay…” I whined softly when his teeth tugged at my n****e, my hips rocking unconsciously against him.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his lips slick, eyes dark with heat.
“Don’t say my name like that unless you’re ready for me to ruin you.”
“I told you…” My breath trembled as his hand slid lower, teasing the edge of my underwear, brushing but not pushing further.
“No inserting.”
He chuckled darkly, nipping my jaw before sliding two fingers against the wet spot soaking through.
“Relax, sweetheart. I don’t need to be inside you to have you screaming for me.”
I whimpered, torn between the heat curling in my stomach and the desperate restraint in my chest. My fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed down between my breasts, murmuring against my skin.
“Just… let me have you like this. You’ll still be mine....every sound, every shiver, every drop of you belongs to me.”
I whimpered again, thighs trembling around him. “You promised....no… no insertion.”
He stilled for a second, cupping my cheek gently with his other hand, forcing me to look at him. His tone softened, though the hunger never left his eyes.
“And I meant that, baby. I’m not gonna take something you’re not ready to give. But…” His lips curved wickedly, his thumb pressing teasing circles where I ached most. “…that doesn’t mean I can’t make you fall apart right here in my lap.”
My breath shuddered, and my hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop,” he murmured against my lips, already kissing me soft, slow, coaxing.
“But if you do…” His other hand slid lower, tugging my panties aside just enough to feel the heat of me under his fingers.
“…then tonight, baby, I’ll make you scream without ever breaking that promise.”
“f**k the movie,” I whispered, breath hot against his lips as my fingers tugged at the waistband of his sweats.
Kay froze for half a second, eyes darkening with hunger, then smirked.
“Thought you’d never say it.”
In one smooth motion, he shoved his short down his hips, his c**k springing free, flushed and slick at the tip. My breath caught at the sight....it was thick, heavy, throbbing in his hand before I wrapped mine around it.
“s**t, Janelle,” he hissed through clenched teeth as I pumped him slowly, deliberately. His head tipped back against the couch, veins straining along his neck.
“Don’t… don’t tease me right now.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips along his jaw, still stroking him with lazy precision.
“Who’s teasing?” I whispered, smirking, before guiding him against the soaked fabric between my thighs. The contact made me whimper instantly, my hips bucking. I rubbed his tip against my slick, spreading my wetness all over him.
Kay groaned so deep it vibrated through me. His grip shot to my hips, holding me firmly in place.
“f**k, baby… you’re soaking me. Look at you, humping my c**k like you own it.”
“I… I do,” I breathed, rolling my hips shamelessly, grinding down on him. My clit caught perfectly against his length, sending sparks flying through me.
His hands tightened on me.
“Ride me,” he demanded, voice raw and urgent.
“Right here. Now.”
And I did. Straddling him fully, I rocked my hips against his c**k, dragging his length through my folds again and again, the wet squelch between us filling the room louder than the forgotten movie in the background. Every grind pushed me higher, the friction maddening, my body trembling at the overwhelming sensation.
“Fuck.....Kay!” I gasped, nails clawing into his shoulders as my thighs quivered around him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned, meeting my movements with his own thrusts upward, grinding deeper, harder.
“Take what you want. Make yourself c*m all over me.”
The filth in his voice sent me spiraling. His mouth latched onto my breast again, sucking, biting, dragging moans from my throat that didn’t even sound like me. My hips moved faster, desperate, riding his c**k without ever letting him inside.
“Look at you,” he rasped, panting as sweat slicked his temple.
“Dripping down my d**k, soaking and making such a f*****g mess… You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes......fuck, yes!” I cried out, rolling harder, chasing the edge.
He smacked my ass, sharp and stinging, making me jolt.
“Say it louder, princess. Say it like you mean it.”
“I love it!” I nearly screamed, head tipping back, hair sticking to my damp skin.
“I love riding you....I love it so much....oh god.....”
Kay growled, biting down gently on my shoulder, his own body trembling.
“That’s my girl.”
I moved faster, grinding frantically, the couch creaking beneath us. His c**k slid perfectly between my folds, every rock of my hips pressing right against my clit until the pleasure exploded. My body clenched, my vision blurred, and I came hard, grinding helplessly as wave after wave tore through me.
“Fuuuck,” Kay groaned, watching me unravel on top of him, his voice breaking with the effort of holding back. He grabbed my hips, rutting against me harder, faster, until his whole body tensed, his groan ripping through the room as he spilled thick, hot against my shirt and stomach.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the faint noise of Netflix still playing, completely forgotten. I collapsed against his chest, both of us trembling, our bodies slick with sweat and release.
Kay kissed the top of my head, still breathless, voice low and raw.
“Best Netflix and chill of my life.”
I laughed weakly, pressing my face into his chest, my body still humming.
“We didn’t even last ten minutes.”
“Who cares?” he grinned wickedly, tilting my chin up for a kiss.
“We made our own movie.”
- Writer
