Dirty Talks

As I slipped into my new apparel, I listened to the sounds of clashing and killing from the other room. While I was already constantly horny, ready to go, and yet still ignored, Michael was in a war with his friends. He loved video games, but I knew the one thing he loved more.
So I slipped into the little lace panties with the scarlet bow in the front and the matching bra. I hiked the tights with the bows on the back up to my thighs and slipped into my boots. My styled hair would soon be ruined, and I hoped that my red lipstick was smeared in several places— both on me, and on Mikey.
I sprayed myself with his favorite perfume, turned on my Lana Del Rey playlist, and took a deep breath. When I left the room, I walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, babe.”
"Hey," He replied, taking a sharp inhale as he got hit with something and his life percentage decreased. "Baby, could you get me a beer?"
"Sure," I shrugged, walking off to the kitchen. He didn’t even look back. This was going to be harder than I thought. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the cap off on the counter and strutted back, not letting him discourage me. "Here you go."
"Thanks," He said, taking it from me and not looking until he went to take a drink. When he did, his eyes got wide and he took the beer from his lips without even taking a sip. "Wow."
"I don’t think this game is a two player," I smiled, pausing it and tossing the controller to the other side of the couch. I ran my fingers up his neck to his chin, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "But you know what is?" With that, I planted a small kiss on his slightly parted lips and started walking back to the bedroom. When I looked back, he was chugging the beer and following behind me.
I stood in what I hoped was a slightly intimidating yet sexy pose, with my legs shoulder length apart and my arms confidently placed on my hips. “This is how it’s going to work: Whatever you say is whatever I’ll do.”
"Come here," He said, his eyes set to kill. When I stepped up to him, he ran one hand through my hair and placed his other palm on the small of my back, pulling me up against him. I leaned forward to kiss him and he put a finger to my lips, "Did I tell you to do that?"
He smirked and I returned the gesture, wrapping my arms around his neck and asking, “Well, what do you want me to do?”
"Take off the boots," He said, kissing down my neck, nipping at my skin as he said, "And sit on the bed."
I did as he asked, sitting with my thighs together. Michael, who was only in a hoodie and boxers to begin with, stripped out of the hoodie and stood in front of me. He grabbed my knees and spread them apart, then slid his hands under my ass and pulled me against him so that I could feel him stiffen, right where I needed him most.
I kissed from his chest down to his belly button, marking my territory with little red spots. Grinding against him slightly, feeling myself starting to pool between my thighs.
"Lay back," He commanded to stop me from grinding— something he didn’t ask me to do. I laid down, gulping as he kneeled down. I unconsciously wanted to tighten my legs around his head, but he grabbed my knees so I couldn’t. I could feel his breath on my inner thighs, then he started kissing the sensitive skin. He made his way all the way to the new panties, planting a kiss there, too. I let out a breath, wishing he do something more.
He didn’t take off my panties, just pushed them to the side a bit. He ran his finger up and down my slit, then pushed a little farther. Instead of rubbing my clit in circles, he rubbed up and down. It felt alright, but it wasn’t enough. “Baby, do something else.”
"It’ll feel good, I promise," He said seductively, "Just arch your back."
I did as he asked, and the position changed the entire feeling. I let out a quiet moan, no longer having to make my back arch, it was uncontrollable now. “Fuck,” I gasped, the muscles in my legs tightening. “I’m gonna, I’m close.”
"Yeah, well let’s get you there," He grinned, sliding the panties off and discarding them, continuing to rub me as he leaning forward. He circled his tongue around my entrance and flicked it up to where his index finger was working it’s magic, then back down. He dipped it into me, feeling my throbbing walls and pulling away. "Now hold it."
He stood up as my whole body tensed. I kept my legs spread, completely exposed in front of him. He dropped his boxers, “Flip over.”
I rolled over onto my stomach, spreading my legs again and touching my toes to the floor. Michael stepped up behind me, lining himself up at my entrance and holding it there, pushing in so slightly that it sent tingles up my spine. “Fuck, Michael, don’t.”
"Who calls the shots here?" He asked, grabbing my hands and spinning them behind my back. Just as I was about to argue further, he thrust into me. I felt his hips crash against my ass and his thighs touch mine with every hard thrust, sending waves of pleasure up my back. Even his tight grip on my wrists was pushing me closer, and he could tell.
"Hold it," He moaned. "Fuck, hold it."
He slowed down a bit, only to make each thrust more intense. He slammed into me once more, and I cried out for him to go harder. I didn’t need it harder, I came around him and he sped up again, giving me no time to recover, I just kept exploding for him. I was still shaking from my last orgasm when he came inside of me, pulling out and dragging his tip up and down my slit, causing my to whimper loudly into the blanket.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me to stand, pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around me, I couldn’t stand on my own, thanks to my shaking legs. I was still making little noises for him as he squeezed me a little tighter.
"Keep making those noises," He threatened. "And I’ll have to fuck you again."

Notes

I feel so sick.
But I still have to go to school.