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You rubbed your ass against the warmth behind your back as you came to, moaning softly at how the little friction it gave you allowed the seam of your shorts to pull against your clit just enough to feel amazing. Moving your feet slowly, you pinched your thighs together, biting your lip when the soft warmth of them caught your clit just right. Mike, behind you, stirred slightly at the movement—or maybe he was just waking up—making you turn in his arms before a hand gripped your waist weakly and pulled your front closer against him instinctively. You draped a thigh over his side, pushing your front against the hard on in his underwear, making him hum. As your eyes opened, they met the toothless smile that creeped onto his face, hair askew from deep sleep. You kissed his chin, then the front of his neck urging him out of sleep a little faster, rocking your hips against him again. His smile went wider, the hand at your waist gripping you tighter as his hips rocked into yours, making you tilt your pelvis to catch his hardening cock against your clothed slit.
“Please,” you whispered just as he opened his eyes, leaning over to plant his forehead on yours.
“I’ve gotchu, sweetheart,” his accent—‘ swee’haat ’—slurring his sleepy words together, “Always. Wake up needin’ me like the pretty little slut you are.”
Honestly, the mood was a welcome contrast from the night before. Mike had come over agitated and it was quite clear he’d just gone for a walk and didn’t really plan to end up at your place but you did your best to help—bingeing trashy movies, then clips of Shrek you could find on YouTube till he fell asleep on your couch. After he woke up panting from a nightmare, he settled with you in your bed and you both spoke and told whispered jokes until you fell asleep. It reminded you of high school, when you’d stay out on his fire escape ‘till 3AM. The thought that you both had only gone this far twice before itched at the back of your mind before you blinked, hard , bringing yourself back to the present.
“You say that but you haven’t even kissed me yet,” you teased, tangling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re getting there,” he said, his eyes glued to your lips as his face reddened.
You bit your lip and chuckled, bringing your lips together in the slow urgency of a Sunday morning. The slow, languid movements of his tongue against yours made his hips twitch into you, making you moan, open mouthed, something he swallowed with enthusiasm.
He kissed along your jaw, sitting up a little to suck a bruise into your skin as he moved downward. Lifting your thigh from his waist, you pulled your shorts down a little too urgently, using your feet to pull it the rest of the way once it was low enough. You left it there, under the sheets. Palming his hard cock through the front of his underwear, his hips thrust instinctively into the pressure. A finger found the waistband and you pulled at it, letting it snap back towards the sensitive skin there making his hips jerk once more.
“ Aye – go ahead– shit–” he mumbled against your skin, nipping the bruise he’d branded there, right beneath your jaw. Using your other hand, you pushed your underwear to the side as you fished his cock from his underwear. It was heavy, the tip damp with precum as you stroked him, once, twice—
“No teasing,” he said, still sleepy, but firmly, making eye contact, “You don’t beg then tease.”
You shook your head in agreement, thoughts leaving your head as you gazed up at his eyes, slightly red around the corners from sleep. His lips were a little swollen from how he worked them at your skin– red and plump and you glanced downward at them then back up to his eyes as he took himself at the base, rubbing his mushroomed tip through your wet slit.
“Little fuckin pussy’s dripping, huh?” he said, the words strained, “S’gonna feel so fuckin’ good wrapping around my cock, yeah? All tight ‘n needy as I fuck you. You gonna be a good boy and moan for me?”
“Mickey please,” you moaned, slightly whispering into the morning air as your eyes fluttered with pleasure. He pushed himself inside you, agonisingly slow, pushing himself to the hilt.
“God– even better than I’d imagined,” he slurred, from more than sleep as he fought his eyes from rolling back. He set a pace that was slow, something that fit the energy of the cool morning, making your cunt ache with how sensitive his slow thrusts made you. You felt every vein on his cock, every pulse of his cock and balls as he slowed down even further whenever he came close to cumming. You both were making a mess of the sheets, your wetness gathering along your slit, soaking your underwear, dripping onto your thigh before making its way down and onto the sheets below you. Your leg curled around his ass, your pelvis curling upwards to meet every thrust just right—where the skin of his v-line rubbed against your clit perfectly. He got harder inside you, if that was possible, the slight curve of his cock brushing against all the sensitive spots inside you.
“Christ– you feel so fuckin’ perfect, gushing all over my fucking balls like that– yeah, yeah– I feel you tightening up on me. Does that feel good, baby? Tell me who’s making you feel good,” your mouth opened and closed, unable to speak save for the little gasp that escaped. He buried himself to the hilt, thrusting upwards with himself sheathed inside you like that. The sound was embarrassing, open to the air with the duvet that covered you both long gone. You were so wet for him and he loved it, lifting your leg to watch as you gushed around him and made a mess of yourself.
“C’mon, baby. You can do better than that,” he kissed at your open mouth, his hand coming up to wrap around the front of your throat. He came as level with your face as he could with his cock inside you and thrusting on each word he snarled, “Who’s– makin’– you– feel– so– so – good? Huh? You can speak, I know you can, baby. I know you can do it.”
The warmth in your belly coiled and burned, you gasped, “M– Mikey! Fuck – Mikey– gonna cum–”
He smiled, that cocky smile that made you shiver. The hand wrapped around your neck squeezed tighter and his thrusts got faster, shallower; the wet, slick sound made you blush. Was the room getting hotter as the morning wore on or was it just you both?
“Gonna cum on my cock, hm? Yeah – I can feel that lil’ pussy tightening up on me– Christ – shit, fuck, fuck–” his forehead found your shoulder as he moaned, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you breathed his name harshly into the air behind him. Hugging him closer you came; the orgasm, hot and drawn out making your eyes roll backwards as your legs shook. He growled, fucking up into you roughly twice, drawing out your orgasm before pumping his cum into you and onto the opening of your cunt as his cock slipped out of you. A hand grabbed his cock and you continued to jerk him off, a finger playing with the sensitive head and making his hips jerk sporadically.
“Yer a fuckin’ godsend,” he groaned quietly making you giggle. He lifted your leg again, admiring the artwork he’d made of your pussy. You blushed, pushing your face into his neck. He laughed at that, a sudden snort that shook you both. Fixing your underwear and his boxers, he laid half on top of you as you stroked his hair, a little damp with sweat. Checking the time, you were surprised to notice that it read 08:37.
“We sleepin’ in?” he asked, sleepy again, his words whispered. “Or getting some cereal? I love that brand you buy.”
“We could,” you replied, kissing his forehead. He hummed, getting comfortable on top of you, “It’s pretty early.”
“S’all the confirmation I need.”