Dirty Talks

The door slams shut with a loud bang.
"God dammit!" you hear someone say.
It’s clear your boyfriend Calum has had a hard day at the recording studio today. While you’re sitting on the couch watching Suernatural you ask him what’s wrong.
"The whole damn day went wrong. Producer didn’t work with us, Ashton was late and Luke kept fucking up. Nothing went right today."
He comes walking out of the kitchen, holding a beer. He sits down on the couch and takes a swig. It takes him a minute before he realises what you’re wearing.
"Is that my Nirvana shirt?"
"Yeah. I didn’t feel like wearing my own clothes today, so it’s just your shirt," I answer.
He puts his beer down, sits back and looks at you for a moment.
"Stand up and turn around," he says.
I stand up and turn around in a circle. I see him licking his lip. I begin to feel a little awkward just standing there. I wonder if he’s ever gonna get up too or say anything. I feel a little relieved when he does finally get up. He walks over to me and kisses me with roughness.
"God, you look so sexy in that shirt," he says.
His hands are kneading me anywhere they can.
"You have any idea how you make me feel when I see you wear my clothes? Horny, that’s what. Now jump."
I jump up so he can hold me. With him holding me, he walks up to our bedroom. He walks in and throws me on the bed. He undoes himself of his shirt and shoes before climbing on bed with me.
Once he’s above me, he slides his hands underneath the shirt and starts massaging mty breasts. Feeling his strong hands feel me up gets me soaking through my panties. My hands are on his face, pulling him up to my face so I can kiss him. As soon as he enters my mouth, he takes over control.
With his knee, he parts my legs and places himself between them. Grinding on me let’s me feel how hard he is. He takes my hand and slips it into his boxer, making me hold his member.
"You feel how hard you got just by wearing that damn shirt. That’s all because of you, princess," he growls.
While I’m pumping him, teasing his tip. He takes his hand and traces my curvy sides. Then he slides his hand in my panties and starts feeling my wetness.
"Maybe you’re hard, but I’m soaking wet by the way you’re taking over me," I say.
Without a warning he pushes his fingers inside me, holding a fast pace. The harder he fingers me, the harder I start jacking him. Not being able to hold it in any longer, I cum on his fingers.
Calum breaks all physical contact and rips off my panties. He puts his head between my legs and dips his tongue in and out of me. After cleaning me up, he starts sucking and kissing his way up my body. Meanwhile, he takes off both his pants and boxer.
I try to take off the shirt, but Calum stops me.
"Leave it on."
With one hand, he holds both of mine above our heads. Just by his tip he starts teasing me. I can’t stop myself from moaning underneath him. I try to wiggle my hands free, but from the look on his face, he won’t let me. With a smug smirk on his face he pushes himself inside me.
He builds up a steady rythm quick. With every thrust my moaning becomes louder.
"You look so hot getting fucked in that shirt. And your moans are like music to me," he groans.
"Faster Calum, please," I beg.
Listening to my begging, he speeds up. At this pace I won’t be able to hold on much longer. I push my hips up to meet him. He puts his head in the crook of my neck and lets out a deep groan.
That sound tips me over the edge. With ‘fuck”s whispered in my ear, Calum cums inside me. Slowing down, he calms himself completely down.
Laying next to me, he says: “I’m sorry I took out my frustratons on you. You just had that shirt on and I just had to have you.”
"It’s okay, I liked it," I say with a smile.

He returns my smile and kisses me with love.

Notes

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