Secret's behind closed doors(18+)

The break up

"I said leave me alone!" My so-called boyfriend just looked at me and took a step closer. "I am NOT the one at fault here. You keep showing your body off, acting like a damn w***e!" My head shot back in surprise. Did he really just call me a w***e. A sudden wave of calmness washed over me. "If I'm single that shouldn't matter anymore, right?" Confusion was written all over his face and I waited for the moment he realized what I was trying to say. "What do you mean?" I just laughed and tilted my head to the side. "What I was trying to say is that we're done. I'm done playing your stupid games." I pulled off my promise ring and threw it on the bed. "Now I can be the w***e you claim me to be, can't I?" His left eye twitched in anger as I stepped out of the room. The loud music of the party reached my ears. Loud music was one of the reasons I hated big, useless parties. As I walked down the stairs I grabbed my phone and called the only person who was available at this hour. "Hey Gabe, could you maybe pick me up." I heard a tired sigh and then a loud groan. "Sorry sis, but I'm a bit busy at the moment. You'll have to wait, so hang tight and enjoy the party." Then he hung up in my ear. Damn this boy, did he really ignore me just so he could f**k his girlfriend. I swear brothers or more like boys in general are useless.

It's been an hour and he still hasn't come to pick me up. At the moment, I'm trying to avoid contact with people by sitting in the kitchen. If I'm being honest, it's weird how the kitchen is empty. In most parties the kitchen is bustling with life because of the food and drinks going around, but this one is awfully quiet. "Do you know this part of the house is off limits?" I yelp and fall off the chair. My legs fall open in the worst way possible, exposing all my lady parts to the stranger. Instead of looking down my dress he holds his hand out to pull me up. I ignore his hand and grab the kitchen table for support. He just shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. "You shouldn't be here." I smoothed down my dress. "Sorry, but it was empty and I needed some peace of mind." He looked me over and just nodded his head. "Is this your house?" Another nod. "Uhm... I'll just leave then." He grabbed me by the wrist and softly pulled me back. "No, you can stay." I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed silent. An awkward silence spread through the room, but it gave me the time to think. "You don't really seem like the girl to go to this kind of party." I looked him over. He had on jeans and a simple black shirt that accentuated his well trained body. A few tribal tattoos on his arm caught my attention. I wondered if those tattoos had a meaning to him, but I guess not. "I'm actually not the type of girl to go to these kind of parties, I actually despise them. But my boyfrie- my ex brought me here and now I'm waiting for my brother to pick me up." He nodded his head in agreement. "I actually don't like parties either, but my friends managed to convince me to still celebrate my birthday." My eyes snapped to his. "Wait, shouldn't you be out there with the people who came here for you?" He chuckled and brushed one of the stubborn curls out of my face. "Most of these people don't even know who I am, they just came here to get wasted. I think they're fine with me being here." His hand lingered a second longer on my face before he let it fall at his side. As his finger grazed the side of my face, I felt a soft tingle where our skins touched. This was super weird, because it's the first time something like this happened to me. I've never felt this with my ex or any other boy before. It looked like he had the same feeling, because he was deep in thought and staring at his hand. "Excuse me for doing this, but I just have to know." He placed his hands on the sides of my face and pulled me closer. Our lips connected and a shiver travelled down my spine. His lips moving on mine sent waves of pleasure to my overworked brain. For a moment reality slipped through my fingers and I didn't worry about a thing in the world. The only thing on my mind was how I wanted more of him, but didn't know how to get just that. He pulled away and his eyes were hooded with lust. "Follow me." He pulled me out of the kitchen into the dancing crowd. It was difficult, but in the end we reached the stairs leading to, hopefully, his room. We stumbled up the stairs giggling and groping each other. This was so not me, but he brought that out in me. I know this sounds weird, because I had the same opinion about this. But it didn't stop me from feeling the way I did. We finally reached his room, but another couple was having s*x on his bed. He looked grossed out and quickly closed the door. "Damn, don't they have any respect or decency?" I laughed and rolled my eyes. The urgency we had a moment ago evaporated and we just took our time. I pulled him forward so I could tell him something. "The music is way too loud, can't we go somewhere else?" He gestured for me to talk louder. So I screamed in his ear. He grinned and pulled me into a spacious bathroom. It was simply beautiful, with marble walls and black tiles. "Wow this is beautiful." I looked around the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. "I would've taken you somewhere else, but those places are off limits. I'm sorry, this is the only quiet place." I nodded and stared at my reflection. He followed my gaze and stood behind me. "You're really beautiful." I looked at him through the mirror and shook my head. "Yes you are." He placed his hands on my hips, tracing all my curves. "You have a godly body and the most pretty face." I stared at my lips and at his hands that pulled me against his chest. "And starting today, you're mine." He kissed my cheek and trailed kisses down my neck. My mouth fell open in a needy moan. I arched my back and grinded against his d**k. He moaned against my neck and bent me over. His fingers trailed over my ass and he pulled my dress up. I laid my head against the smooth, cool surface of the bathroom sink. I pulled my panties down, giving him access to my p***y. "Damn you're already so wet." He put one hand on my hip to keep me steady and slid one into my p***y. I moaned and arched my back. My patience was running thin, but he didn't even budge. He fingerfucked me and added another finger. His fingers moving in and out of me, sent waves of pleasure through my body, but I wanted him to fill me in a other way. I reached behind me and tugged at his pants. I moaned as he constantly hit my pleasure spot. "You really want me to f**k you huh?" Another moan rolled over my tongue when he picked up the pace. It was even harder to concentrate on what getting what I've been wanting this whole time. But luckily for me, he gave me just that. I gasped when he teased my hole with his d**k. He slowly rubbed his d**k on my c**t and between my soaking lips. I closed my eyes and pushed and rocked my hips back and forth. "Patience, gorgeous." When he finally entered me, my mind went blank. The only thing going through my mind was how good his d**k felt rubbing against my walls. This is definitely different from how my ex felt. "F-faster." Instead of going faster, he pulled out until only his head was left inside. I impaled myself on his throbbing member and threw my head in my neck. He pinned me against the cold bathroom counter and slapped my left ass cheek. "Fuck." The slap on my ass only added to the impossible arousal I was already feeling. But I couldn't do anything about it, cause he had a firm grip on my waist. He kept a slow and steady rhythm, driving me towards the edge and pulling me back. A harsh knock on the door interrupted his thrusts. "I-I know you're in there!" My ex-boyfriends loud voice sounded through the room. I wanted to ignore him, but loud banging on the door kept me from doing that. "Answer me! I know you're there! If you don't open this damned door I will break it down and drag you across the house back into my car!" I looked in the mirror, terror washed over me because I know what my ex was capable of. "Answer him." I nodded and was about to speak when he slammed into me. I moaned and cursed louder than before. I was sure my ex had heard it. "What the f**k are you doing! Answer me!" He picked up the pace and practically drilled into me. "I- ahh! Y-yes I'm here w-what do you w- ahh want!" Speaking was almost impossible, but the fear mixed with arousal had my legs trembling with pleasure. "What I want is for you to take me back, you worthless piece of s**t!" That boy has to be completely wasted, to not notice me moaning and gasping with every word I uttered. "G-go away! I don't, f**k! I don't want you!" The banging on the door got louder and louder, but I just didn't care. The only thing that mattered, was the pleasure between my legs. "Tell him that you don't need a small dick." I just nodded and did what he asked me to. "I don't need a small d**k! f**k, harder!" The banging on the door stopped. I rubbed my c**t and whimpered at the intense pleasure flowing through my body. This was all I could take. My orgasm came crashing over me and my legs went limp. His hands were the only things keeping me steady. He however, didn't stop. "I'm too sensitive!" I tried pushing him away, but to no avail. Within a minute I had my second orgasm. Black spots slowly covered my vision and I started losing consciousness, but he pulled out before I fainted. "On your knees." I kneeled in front of him and opened my mouth. He grabbed my hair and shoved his d**k all the way inside my mouth. I gagged and tried breathing through my nose, but he was cut off all oxygen. After ten seconds he pulled out allowing me to breathe. "Sorry gorgeous, but seeing you like this brings out the worst in me." I just opened my mouth for him to continue. Him being rough with me, was exactly what I wanted. He looked surprised but continued assaulting my mouth. "f**k, this feels good." He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on my hair. I gagged as he reached the back of my throat. This seemed to turn him on more. He groaned and speeded up his thrusts, going in as far as possible. "A-are you f*****g someone in there." I had long forgotten my ex who stood just outside of the bathroom. A string of curses left his lips as he realized that I indeed was having s*x with someone other than him. I cupped the strangers balls and softly massaged it. "I'm gonna cum." He pulled out and jets of c*m covered my face. I opened my mouth and a few spurts of c*m shot against my throat. I licked the tip of his head clean and stood up. I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place and my face was coated in white sticky c*m. "Thanks, now everyone's gonna know what happened here." He just chuckled and walked to the shower. "You can wear some of my clothes. Let's take a shower." I rolled my eyes and threw the remainder of my clothes on the floor. "I'm not done with you for the record, this was just the first round. Call your brother, because you won't be needing him to drive you home." I smiled, because I knew I was in for a hell of a ride.