Tales of The Bedroom

This is going to be simple strait sex. First real story of smut and begging. Consent, matching underwear and getting drunk enough to have the strength to pursue is the main event. More Tales from their bedrooms are first.


Rylie’s POV

Parties are evil. There’s too much that you can lose in one, say you contacts or your purse, or like me your self control. After consuming your weight in cosmos, one typical does stupid things. Although I like to think of myself as I higher being, I got drunk, very drunk. And I mean like you forget your name drunk, which never happens, Irish blood and all that shit. But I’m drunk, and I want him, gods I wanted him ever since we where kids, well not really kids when I fell in love with him, my sexy black spiked haired, indigo eyed, well toned, pale-ish best friend.

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The background story

You see we had a plan, an ingenuous plan for our lives. We were friends since we were 5, both smart and although well looking and well off we were loners, not really sure of ourselves, each finding solace in each others arms, in a non-sexual way.

We both grew up in penthouse’s that where called home for some reason lost to us, seeing our parents once a week for Sunday brunch when they each took time away from their mistresses or planning yet another bash for some charity they had no idea what they did. We rich kids don’t really have parents, we have broken promises. We meet in our little private school yard when we where 5 he pulled me off of yet another lovechild prick who insulted my radiant auburn hair (if you haven’t gotten it so far, I got over being a shy wallflower) I saw in his eyes the answers to all my problems. Damien and I would always sit hands held tight in a corner on the occasions we would be forced to endure the dreadfully dull parties our mums threw for appearances, discussing how much we loathed our parents. When we got older, deeper feelings emerged, but we decided to not date each other, it could ruin the happiness our friendship brought.

So we dated other people, I was never into the series of guy I when through, each more gorgeous then the last, but I was never really into them, I slept with enough of them to think that I was in love with them but never really there, I kept thinking of electric black hair and startling deep blue orbs, which wigged me out so I never really had much fun in the bedroom. The first time I had sex I liked was a few months after I had become active, it was with one of the rich and beautiful boys, Audrey Taylor. Yelling at the top of my lungs was a month of polite, dull courtship and relationship-ing that led us to the sack, where the politeness ended. Anyway, Audrey was beautiful wavy light brown hair, topaz eyes and an artist face and a dancer’s body. I was about 17 then and I really thought he would be a good person to sleep with, always careful of my safety, so I’m sure he had condoms, (also kind of thought he was borderline gay, way wrong). He made mum happy, she loved more then I did, which is why I think she had an affair with him when we broke up, anyway my favorite fuck to date.

SMUT

‘My parents are out of town.’ A single line led us strait from dinner in the Rainbow room to Audrey’s parent’s penthouse. We where in the elevator, me pulling on his back of his head as he held our bodies together, warm open mouth kisses started to get more desperate as passion became too high to bare when the elevator signaled that we reached to the top, I swore I could have forgotten my first loves name if I could think about anything more then the most talented tongue I had ever met explored the crevasses of my mouth. By the time I was 20 I would have had known what was happening, make them so hot then tease them until they begged, I used the teaching well. He navigated us into his room, my satrapy high-heel sandaled feet barely understanding that they where moving. The room was a well decorated affair, from what I could see in the moonlight dark walls and a silk bed. He laid me lovingly onto the top, Audrey still standing, bent over to continue the kissing. All I could concentrate from there on was breathing. My sparkly little black dress with the beaded top and taffeta skirt that hung well to my chest was getting stuffy. I made a soft moan as his kisses when down my neck brushing the Tiffany sterling silver butterfly necklace I got during the last guilt trip I put my parent through. I got the light black jacket off as he undid the zipper to my dress; we tossed the unwanted clothing aside, he stopped kissing down when the dress came off. I was wearing the black lacy bra I got on Victoria’s Secret Online when I was 15, a beaded, mildly lacy affair that fit snuggly on my barely C’s. He moved his head back to admire the prize, and to put my half naked body into the spank bank I believe. It was a nice figure, thin and toned. Being the gentleman he was raised to be, he waited for me to remove more clothing before he moved in to the hot zones. I unbuttoned the black shirt like a bitch in heat, throwing it into the pile. But I was wrong, he didn’t continue, just stood their. Self-conciseness kicked in.

“Don’t like what you see?” I asked trying to sound relaxed and praying he didn’t see the unsure-ness in my mascara-lined emerald eyes.

“Not, love it.” He says coolly but still doesn’t move. “I’m just wondering if you wouldn’t mind it.”

Confusion kicks in “What’s It?” I ask, starting to sub-consciously looking around for a video camera, don’t want what nearly happened at James to repeat.

“Sex.” He says as he finally bends down and picks up my newly shaved leg and removes the shoe. I lift my leg up and he takes the other one off, tossing them in the pile. But still doesn’t move into more foreplay.

“I wouldn’t have come up if I didn’t want you.” I said as my body fidget to get more simulation. I sit up and start tracing the invisible lines on his chest.

“Then beg,” he says as he moves to sit on the bed. Gods why do all the men I sleep with have to be a few screws short?

“I will not beg. It’s degrading.” I say as I put my hands to my well defined hips.

“It’s the only way I know that this is what you want.” He smirks as he grabs my hands and pulls me on top of him, using his foot to make me sit on his middle.

\"Fine, fuck me.\" I whisper as his hands massage my back.

\"Say please\" the manic says as he pauses. I reach down for to undo his Armani Belt. He stops me and shakes his head to say ‘not till you summit’ Gods do I hate these type of men, but he was good with his hands. He pulled my hands above my head and let them go. He goes back to rubbing my shoulder blades. I stay stubborn until he moves down and makes circles around the small of my back, going lower until his hands are between my legs, slowly massaging my inter thigh.

Going higher he says “I don’t come in unless I’m invited, Riley” I finally can take it as they work their way passed the lining of my panties, staying away from the most needed center, “Say it.” Audrey said as he continued but never going into the center of wetness that provided the oil for this strange massage. My breathing was labored and I couldn’t take it.

“Please.” I whispered loathing myself to the 5 circle of Hell.

“Your wish.” He said as he pulled his fingers up and un-hitches my bra and rolled over so I was on the bottom, my legs fall away and I sit up to undo the belt and pull it away with the black boxers. He steps out of them and his shoes, crawling onto the bed as I move back so we have more room in the center of the bed. I was right on one count, very nice size, hard too.
His tongue attack my nipples as I ran my head through his amber hair, strangely tangle free. He took his time with foreplay. He slid lower to my belly button. I knew what came next, I closed my legs. I’m not a favorite for oral sex, especially when I would be forced to respond in suit, and with something that large Ewww. The fact I really wanted it on the inside made me sick of this type of pain, the pre-cum stuff. He got my hint and rose up to kiss the valley before he started the kissing, the bulge was pressing into my thigh and although I wanted it in there, my sensible side came in.

“Condom.” I breathed as I him get off me and rummage in the nightstand. He tossed it to me. I ripped the packaging open and slid it on. My legs where spread as much as possible, hips tilted up and the entrance was more then willing.

The first thrust was hard, pounding into me, ecstasy, retracting was slow, till only the tip was in, thrusting it hard back in. My hips responded to their own accord, trying to keep up, to meet each of them. My body was screaming for release, but I kept it back, not wanting to be the one who came first. It was an uphill battle and we lost control at once. My body clenched onto him milking it for all it was worth. It felt so good, like all my troubles just left with the climax. The honey like liquid oozed out of my thighs along with the white one that was him. For once I didn’t see Indigo orbs when he looked up at me after he collapsed onto my chest, part of him still inside.

I knew that if he was still in, round too was around the corner. But rest came first.