One Shots

No Sex

I get out of my car and walk up the driveway, relieved to finally be home after the longest day in the studio. I'm too exhausted to even shower but I force myself to get in anyway.

As I'm washing up, I touch my pierced nipple and notice how sensitive it is. I unconsciously moan and realize how long it's been since I've last came. I put my middle finger on my clit and before I can even start pleasing myself, Sex You by Bando Jones began playing on my phone. "Who the hell would call me at this time on a Friday night?" I say out loud and pick up the phone with a frustrated groan thinking it's just my best friend Ruby calling to get away from her girlfriend for the night.

"Seriously Red? You always call me at the worst times, do you even know what you just ruined for me? Now I'm frustrated AND soaking fucking---"

"Alexandra?" I hear a sexy and familiar chuckle over the phone. "If I was interrupting something then I'll just call back later." He says laughing hysterically. Holy shit, I say to myself as I look at my phone and read Deshawn's name. I automatically turned as red as my skin could possibly turn.

"Of course not," I tell him laughing trying to play off the embarrassment "just pretend you didn't hear any of that." "I don't think I can, just knowing how soaking wet and frustrated you are made me feel a little better about my condition."

See, Deshawn and I had this little friends with benefits arrangement, but I was always the one to call first. I never actually expected him to call being that he wanted a relationship and I just wanted the sex. I turn off the water and chuckle at him, "Oh, so this was just a booty call?"

"Actually, I wanted you to come over to watch a movie and chill but being that you're all frustrated and wet we wouldn't wanna deprive you of some release now would we?" He responded in his sexy voice, which I couldn't turn down.

"Well, let me think about it," I said even though I knew I was going over, the only thing I was thinking about was whether or not I should wear a pair of panties. "Well just call me when you get here," he laughed sounding way too confident. So I hung up and put a pair of yoga shorts on over my freshly shaved pussy and one of his sweaters that he left over my house one night. Let's be honest, I rarely ever wear bras and there was really no point in wearing panties just so he could rip them off.

I pull up in his driveway but I decide against calling him. Instead I knock, but there was no answer. I knock again, still no answer. I start to walk away, a little less than happy. I could've gotten myself off for this shit! I open my car door before I hear his voice, "Lex, wait!" I stand there for a minute before he walks out onto his porch dripping wet with just a pair of basketball shorts on. The water dripping down his smooth, chocolate skin.

"Babe, I was in the shower, I told you to call." I might have started drooling as he continued to walk up to me. He closed my car door and had me up against it as he hovered over me and began kissing me. "And since you don't like to listen, your punishment is no sex tonight." "Well that's easy, I can just make myself..." "Wait, I'm not done. And you can't touch yourself either." I thought for a minute, there's no way he could resist me no matter how hard he tried. "Sounds fair enough," I lick my lips and run my hands down the front of his shorts feeling how hard he was, "but we should get inside, you look a little cold."

When we got in the house he decided to put on Insidious, knowing how much I hate scary movies. He lays down on the couch and I lay in front of him making sure my ass is directly aligned with his erect penis. "I wanna cuddle," I tell him in a whining voice that resembles a moan. So he puts his arm around me and I turn to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift one leg over his waist. "Pick me up, daddy." Once I said that, I knew I would get what I wanted, that was his weakness. He put his hand in between my legs and I knew he could feel my wetness through the shorts. I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. He couldn't control it any longer. He started kissing me and moved down to my neck and started sucking and nibbling. I didn't want him to stop, I couldn't stop him if I wanted to, it felt so heavenly.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist carrying me to his bed. He lets me down without stopping the pleasure he's inflicting on my body simply with the work of his mouth. He continues kissing me while he works the sweater off before he stops. "No bra?" He looks at me and nods in approval before taking a nipple in his mouth. His warm breath contrasts with the cold metal causing my body to shiver. He continues to suck on my nipples, alternating speeds while he rubs my clit through my shorts which are now completely soaked.

He licks down to my naval and I lift up to help him pull my shorts down. "No panties either? What the fuck Lex, you're really fucking killing me" he says causing me to laugh. He starts licking at my flesh and sucking my second pair of lips, slowly at first but I'm now moving uncontrollably and I'm making an attempt to fuck his face. He puts his face in it like he's not afraid to get a little messy, and all the while his facial hair is causing waves of pleasure as well. He slowly pushes his middle finger inside of me and removes it too quickly, licking my juices off. "Damn, you're so fucking tight. I guess I gotta fix that." He removes his shorts, revealing that he had no boxers over the nine inches of pain that I was dying to take.

He slides it in me as I moan loudly. By the time he gets half of it in, it hurts so good. Within a few strokes he begins moving faster & harder. The feeling builds up in my lower gut, where I could definitely feel the tip of his dick. "Let it out, I can feel it. I know you want to." I start shaking and moaning even louder but I ignore the urge to cum all over him right now. He realizes this, so he goes even harder and I can't hold it in any longer. A relief filled scream comes out of me and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He moves me, getting me on my hands and knees with my back arched. I feel like he's going deeper inside of me and I'm trying to control myself from cumming so easily. I'm moaning and grabbing the sheets, but once more, he forced me to my release and I cum again.

He flips me over one more time and this time takes long, deep strokes. He sees the tears forming in my eyes from the overwhelmingly amazing dick I'm receiving, and kisses them away. He lets out a groan as I feel a twitch inside of me, slowly pulling out and pulling the condom that I didn't even know was there off.

When I relax and I catch my breath, I laugh aloud and say, "but what happened to 'no sex?'"