Friends with Benefits

Fourteen.

I was loud. I didn't care that my bedroom window was open. I didn't care that Mykie was in her room across the apartment. I didn't care if I sounded like a sloppy pornstar. It's still my birthday. I'm still drunk. My incredibly sexy boyfriend was destroying my pussy, in a good way, with his tongue.

I was loud.

Tyler popped up a few times telling me to quiet down but every time resulted in me shaking my head and moaning louder. I maneuvered my breasts out of the dress to flick and pinch at my nipples. My legs began to tremble with the orgasm approaching. I held onto Tyler's curls and thrusted my hips to push myself more onto his mouth.
I arched my back at the orgasm sending lightning throughout my entire body. I moaned even louder resulting in Tyler covering my mouth with his hand. I curled my toes and stretched my body in bliss.

"I'm not going to fuck you if you're not going to be quiet." He growled. I rolled my eyes. I muffled something into his hand. He removed his hand to hold himself above me. "What?"
"Then you're not going to fuck me." I glared my eyes at him in a drunken rage. He lifted his shirt above his head and allowed it to land next to us on the bed. The same smirk he had when he denied my invitation last night curled his lips slyly. It annoyed me. His fingertips tickled my tightened entrance. It was begging for something to be inside. I controlled the urge to throw him off of me.
"Baby.." He knew I wouldn't be able to resist him when he called me that. His voice deepened to a low growl. I twitched at his touch. "..baby.." I dug my acrylic nails into his chest. "..what do you want?" I caught on to what he was doing. He was going to tease me until I was quiet. I gently and slowly rubbed my soaked pussy across his fingers. I raised my body slightly to kiss him passionately and taste myself on his lips. He inserted two fingers into me. I bit his bottom lip causing him to release a loud painful groan. I released my bite just as he pushed me back onto the bed.

"I want your cock!" I yelled, very loudly. His hand returned over my mouth. He was even more sexy when he was angry. With one free hand, he shimmied himself out of his briefs. He slapped my thighs for me to open them. I watched him grip onto his cock and tease my pussy from the entrance to my clit. His pre-cum mixing with my juices made it easier for it to slide around. I moaned into his hand and scratched at his chest harder whenever he would only put the tip in. Then with a malicious giggle, he would pull the tip out.
He moved both hands to under my thighs, hoisting them a little higher than my hips. Still aggravatingly pushing only the tip of his cock into me. I traced the same red lines on his chest with my nails, happily watching his face grimace. The scratched skin began to rise under the tattoo on half his chest.

"Doggystyle." I whined. His eyes lit up as fast as he raised an eyebrow. In the blink of an eye, he leaped off the bed. I was flipped onto my stomach, pulled to the edge of the bed and my butt cheeks got spanked harder and harder with his counting out loud.
"10..11..12..13.." Each time his hand spanked my butt, it was a new part of the skin. Until he reached the twenties. "22..23.." His voice and the spanking stopped. I turned my head to see him standing behind me, stroking his throbbing cock with one hand and winding the other in the air. "24." The clap of his hand connecting to my butt had my knees buckling under me. "Oh, no. The birthday girl doesn't like birthday spanks, eh?" I groaned into the bed. His accent was more apparent now that he was drunk, horny and angry. He pushed my legs up together to support me. I whipped my head around again at the feeling of his fingers teasing my pussy. "I think she liked it." He licked his fingers clean, released another malicious laugh from his lips and spread my legs. "Happy birthday, baby." He pushed his rock hard cock completely inside of me. Each thrust made my walls contract around him tighter.

"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum already. Harder!" I pleaded. His hands gripped onto my hips. He was ramming me so hard that it made the stinging skin on my butt yell at me. I moaned as the feeling got more and more intense. I screamed his name. One hand covered my mouth, the other on my throat. That made me cum even harder.
"Oh, fuck. You're cumming. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He gritted the words through his teeth. He released the hold onto my mouth and neck as he filled me with his cum. I went limp onto the bed. He held my hips in place, still having his cock throbbing inside of me.

"We don't fuck for a month but you still cum this much? Don't you know what masturbating is?" A sharp slap on the side of my hip startled me.
"I was busy." He snapped back. My drunk giggle was even annoying me. "Wait..don't move!" He held my hips firmly. "Ahhh!" He yelled, finally taking out his limp cock. I carefully wiggled to the bathroom to clean up.
"You better not be asleep." I said coming back out of the bathroom. I shook my head at him laying on his stomach, sprawled across my entire bed and still naked. He chuckled as he lifted himself up to the pillow. He let his body fall to his side. I slipped out of the tight dress to slip on Tyler's shirt. I was still too drunk to really do anything else.

"What am I supposed to wear to bed?" I shushed him and put my hand over his mouth. He rolled his eyes at me. I squealed at him pushing my hand away and pulling me on top of him. I allowed my body to drop next to him and rest my head onto his chest. I traced the raised skin and his tattoo cautiously. "You might want to take two of your pills tonight. That load will definitely knock you up." Our laughs echoed around my bedroom walls.
"We've barely been together for a day. You're already talking about kids?"
"You're sassy when you're this drunk!" He tickled at my sides. I laughed at his observation.
"I'm happy."

"I shouldn't make you this happy if it means scratching my tattoos off." I smiled at his pierced lips as he followed the scratches with his fingers.
"I'm sorry, babe. That was really fucking hot though."
"Yeah, it was!" He agreed with our laughter echoing again. He kissed my forehead before turning on my tv to the NHL Network for the highlights of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. My head spun around the room. I drifted off to sleep focusing on Tyler's heartbeat in my ear.