Dirty Talks

I sang along to the song playing quietly in the background, watching as Michael tapped his cheek and popped out little smoke rings. When they reached me, I poked my finger through the middle. When I first started smoking with Michael, he always told me to never let it die a virgin.
I took another rip off of the bong, holding in the hit while I cleared it. When I couldn’t any longer hold it any longer, I leaned forward and blew a cloud of smoke into Michael’s face. He leaned his head back before taking a hit off of his blunt, “Y/n, you’re so sexy.”
He put the blunt in the ashtray on his bedside table as I stood up to put the bong on the desk. Before I could, he grabbing me and pulled me down onto his lap, shotgunning me. I let the smoke out my nose, letting his tongue explore my mouth as I clumsily set the bong on the floor by the bed. I leaned forward so he laid back. As I pulled away to sit up to look down at him, he licked my lip desperately.
"I want you," He said quietly, his eyes barely open. "So, so bad."
I chuckled, grabbing the blunt and taking a long drag off of it before putting it back down. I returned his shotgun, then pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor behind us. He chuckled as I pulled off his, then I started on his belt. I crawled back to the floor, undoing his belt. When I pulled his boxers down, he was still somewhat soft.
Taking him in my mouth, I sucked gently, bobbing my head up and down. He sat up, tangling his fingers in my hair with one hand, grabbing the blunt with the other. While he took a hit, I licked up his shaft and looked up at him. He let out the hit, grabbing my hair in a fistful. I kissed his tip and stood up, teasing him, “I don’t think I want to go any farther.”
"Cute," He growled, putting out the blunt and giving me a cocky smile as he grabbed the back of my neck. Pulling me down to be eye level with him, he told me, "Then I guess it’s your turn."
He pushed me down on the bed, yanking off my shorts eagerly and tossing then across the room. Licking across my waistline, he pulled my panties to my ankles. He reached over to his bedside table, giving me a smirk as he pulled out my vibrator. I had brought it over once, for obvious reasons, and he had decided that nobody— not even myself— was allowed to use it on me but him.
He clicked it on and ran it across the wet line he had left, causing me to shutter. He ran it down my slit, spreading my legs a bit and kissing me deeply. He pushed it down against my clit and I moaned against his mouth, arching my so that my chest pressed against his. He dragged it downward towards my entrance, swirling it in a circle and back up. I let out another cry.
"I forgot how much you liked this thing," He whispered, pulling away from me. He let a hard bite on my neck and moved the vibrator up and down, holding it just outside my entrance so that I could feel it slightly.
"Don’t do that to me," I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. "Michael, fuck, stop!"
"Oh? Stop?" He clicked the vibrator off, but still held it where it was.
"Baby, no, no, don’t stop, I’m sorry, I—"
With an arrogant chuckle, he clicked it back on and pushed it inside of me, leaning down and sucking on my clit at the same time. I cried out, arching my back and closing my eyes. He stopped, moving up to nip at my hips and pulling the vibrator out of me. I gasped to catch my breath, only to moan it all out again as he pressed the vibrator back hard against my clit, moving it in small circles.
"Michael," I cried, "I can’t take it, stop, oh my god, I can’t—"
"That’s what you said last time," He replied, reaching under me and unhooking my bra. He pulled it off, tossing it to the side. He sucked at my nipples, moving the toy downward, dipping it into me and back upward, continuing with the hard, tight circles as is dick pressed even harder against my thigh.
"I’m serious, I can’t— Mi- Fuck!" It was nothing I’d ever felt before, relief washed over me for just a second, and a minute later I needed more.
"Did you just squirt?" Michael gasped, turning off the vibrator and dropping it on the bed. "That’s so fucking hot."
He thrust into me, his hands on both side of my shoulders support himself. I clawed down his back, hiding my face in his shoulder as he rammed into me harder each time. I orgasmed again, and as he came and pulled out, I squirted once more.
He collapsed beside me, reaching over to grab the blunt. He relit it, took a hit, and let out the smoke. He French Inhaled it, then blew it back out. “That was the absolute best sex we’ve ever had. Ever.”
"We need a safe word," I chuckled, still trying to catch my breath and blink away tears. It felt so good, but it was almost too much for me.
"I know what our safe word can be," He leaned over to kiss me again, saying against my mouth,"Deeper.”

Notes

Here you go. Sorry for not updating in 6 days.
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