Stifling - Sex Stories

Stifling

... felt so wound tight with anxiety and tension that I couldn’t take any more pressure. The truth would be a relief, wouldn’t it? It was out before I could think twice. “Yes. I’ve wanted to see you every day since the day you left.” He stared at me like he thought I was laughing at him. Then his hand caught my wrist and pulled me closer. I had to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. “You’re serious?” “You have no idea.” His hand tightened around my wrist. “You want me?” I stared into his dark eyes. Something was telling me to stop and I didn’t know why. He was still Robbie but I felt uncertain. I was so close to the place I’d wanted to be for months and yet I hesitated. “I...” “You want me?” he asked again, and he pulled me even closer. “You want me to fuck you?” My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know what to say. My stomach clenched hard. After months of quiet, things were moving too fast. I should slow it down, right? But I could feel the heat between my thighs against the lace of my underwear. I wanted to set him straight, tell him I wasn’t that kind of girl, I wasn’t a one-time thing, I wanted more than just sex but my mouth didn’t move. Robbie’s hands slipped behind me and gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him. His smell overpowered me. Soap, sweat, laundry detergent. I wanted to bottle it. “I wanted this,” he said quietly. “But I always thought you were too sweet for a guy like me.” I could barely hear him over the throb of music. Nobody was paying any ...

... attention to us. His hands squeezed my ass hard. “Maybe not,” he breathed. “Maybe we’d make a good team.” His lips met mine, hard and insistent. I opened my mouth to his and his tongue was inside in an instant, forking around and leaving me breathless. “You only came for me,” he said. “You wanna come home with me?” I felt the swell in his jeans press against my stomach. Nothing else mattered. The room was full of people in varying stages of drunkenness, it was loud and hectic but all I was aware of was Robbie. I felt pulled to him like an iron filing to a magnet. “I don’t know,” I said falteringly. “This wasn’t what I-” “C’mon,” Robbie groaned. “You get me all het up and you’re gonna walk away?” “I...” “It’s just us,” he said. “No one else cares. No one has to know. You don’t know how many times I imagined this.” I knew I was wet. I knew that if I said no, I’d never have the nerve to get back in touch with him. I also knew he was pushing it but the irresponsible part of me couldn’t have cared less. All my fantasies were flashing through my mind. “Okay,” I said finally, and my voice was so weak I don’t know how he heard. “Okay,” he said, and he sounded so much more assured than me. There was something urgent about him, like he was a caged animal; desperate to be free to do as he pleased. His hand grasped mine and I trailed him through the party goers and out onto the street. We walked a short distance to his car and even after he clicked it open, I hesitated. My fingers were on ...