Touch
That night, you had to figure out how to collect the rest of your things from Karens. It wasn't easy, especially since she hadn't responded to any of your texts. It was nearing midnight at this point and you had walked all the way home. The rain had turned to a little drizzle, and you had slipped from bed.
You turned into the alley that had your old window on it and jumped, climbing onto the fire escape. You got up to your window and pushed it open, not without struggle. Pulling the screen from its place, you climbed inside. Looking around, the door was still closed. You slipped around the bed to your closet and grabbed your rifle, pulling it up and slinging it over your shoulder. You slipped a few more items into the pack you had brought with you, including your Gi.
When you pulled open the top drawer of your dresser, you froze. There was the collar that Wesley had gifted to you so long ago. You picked it up.
A loud, resounding boom echoed from the hall outside the door and you jumped. Footsteps followed it quickly, moving in your direction. You turned and sprinted, stuffing it into your pocket and threw yourself out the window. Turning slightly, you saw someone in a deep red before you slid off the fire escape and into the alley below.
Landing in a puddle and booking it out of the alley and up the street, you had no clue of who was watching you, waiting for you to return for the collar you had dropped.
You climbed back into Wesley's apartment, clothes soaked through and a slight shiver running down your spine. When you closed the door behind you, the lamp in the living room lit up. Nearly dropping your stuff, you looked up.
"Bold of you to leave the house so soon after I get you back," he was sitting, legs spread wide and a glass in hand. Your jaw locked shut, eyes growing wide. God, he looked delectable like that. "Nothing to say, sweetheart?" Your thighs clenched.
He beckoned you forward with one hand. Dropping the bag in your hand, you moved forward without hesitation. Stopping a few feet in front of him, you looked up at him, waiting.
"Take that gun off of you and kneel," his eyes had hardened and grew cold, jaw working. You pulled the rifle over your head and put it down gently, dropping to your knees far quicker. He continued on sipping on the drink in hand, content with you both sitting there.
Your mind, though, was taking you places.
Him bending you over the side of the couch, fucking you in front of a mirror, choking you and leaving marks everywhere. Your thighs clenched again and this time, his foot shoved between them, forcing them apart.
"What are you thinking about?" He hummed, looking down at you. He didn't have his glasses on, his eyes much easier to see. You bit your lip, mouth suddenly dry. He nudged you with his foot. "Go on, sweetheart, tell me,"
Looking down, you whined softly, shifting on your knees, the cold, hard floor pressing harshly into them. He waiting, his patience veering thinner and thinner with each second that passed, your stomach fluttering in nerves over telling him what you had seen.
Lunging forward suddenly, he had your jaw in hand. Forcing eye contact, he moved closer.
"Tell me now, slut, or I'll make you," he whispered, breath against your lips. You fought against his hand, trying to get your lips on his own. "Tell me,"
"Thought of you," you whispered, hoping it would be enough. He let go and shoved you back down.
"Go on,"
"Thought of you," you paused, swallowing while trying to form the words. "Bending me over the couch, maybe fucking me in front of a mirror," his eyes were dark, hand gripping the glass harder. "Choking me, leaving marks all over," you finished hoarsely, just wanting his lips on your own. He rolled his head back on his neck, stretching it out.
Your hips rolled forward softly.
"Fuck, what I wouldn't give to do that to you, princess," he whispered, head rolling back down to look at you. His eyes were still glazed over. "Want you to choke on my cock, see you crying while trying to get all the way down," he hummed, free hand sliding over the bulge that was forming and rubbing it. A soft groan came from him. "Want to hear your pretty little moans in person," he added, biting his lips.
You whined, pushing your hips forward. His chest was rising and falling quicker, sweat beading on it.
"Bet you could just get off on my foot right now, huh?" He laughed, shoving his foot closer to you, nudging your cunt with it. Your thighs clenched around it, hands quickly gathering the fabric of his sweats around his calf, trying to tug it closer. "Such a nasty, nasty whore you are," his growled, letting you pull it closer.
Your forehead dropped to his knee, resting while your hips rose to meet his shin. Pushing forward, you felt your clit just slide across it, shots of pleasure shooting, making you moan, just barely.
"Fuck," he growled, putting the glass on the table before dragging you into his lap, tugging you closer and slamming his lips onto yours. They molded perfectly onto your own, soft and swollen from his biting. He pushed his tongue onto your lips and you opened your mouth, letting it drop open while your mind started fizzing away into nothingness. His hands slid down onto your ass, pushing your hips forward and pressing his own up, his hardness pushing into you.
You moaned into the kiss, his tongue fighting with yours before he pulled away, kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. Sucking harshly, you moaned, rolling your head back. He kept pulling and pushing your hips and you helped, bucking against him, feeling his cock sliding against you.
God he felt huge.
He bit down onto your neck, causing you to buck harder into him, a moan coming from both of you. He let go of your neck and your head slid down to rest on his shoulder. You kept gliding against each other, moving in sync and losing yourselves to the pleasure.
He slid his hand into your waistband, grasping onto the skin of your ass and squeezing hard. You moaned softly, breathing him deeply in. His hand started moving towards your pussy, just barely grazing it before his phone started to ring.
You both froze and a frustrated sigh came from him, his head dropping back before he pulled his hand from you and picked the phone up. Answering the call, you were still wavering deeply in and out of sub space while he was talking, writhing on his lap, clit throbbing from the sudden lack of attention.
He grabbed your hip with on hand, holding it tight and stopping you from moving, side-eyeing you harshly.
A few more words rumbled from him, the sound coming from deep in his chest while you sat patiently.
He put the phone down and hugged you close, his dick still throbbing against you.
"We have to go,"