The Lustful Chronicles

1.2

Are you hungry? Thirsty? Just as well, maybe this part will quench your thirst. So, I said I got him to his door safe and sound. The problem was Andreas was a large man. Can you imagine a fun sized cutie like me hoisting him up? It was an odd look. Some time during the cab he had fallen asleep, so he was practically dead weight. I will say this, I may be small in stature but I could lift twice my size. While he leaned against me at the door, I rummaged through his pockets. I could feel his keys and something else. It made me smile that saying was true. Just because you have a large boat doesn’t mean you know how to use it.

His snake was coming to life. Maybe I was drunk or maybe just desperate, but I felt my panties moistened. Shaking my head, I put the key in the lock and opened his door. Andreas had one roommate, but they would always stay over with their boyfriend on the weekend. Essentially, if he had a raging hangover, he’d be alone. If it had been five months ago, I would’ve stayed because I loved him. Now it’s five months into the future and I didn’t feel obligated to stay. I guess it was partially because it scared me I possibly still had feelings for him. Truth be told, I didn’t want to find out.

We stumbled around to get to his bedroom. Once in it I tossed him on it but wouldn’t you know it, he somehow pulled me onto the bed with him. His long, toned arms wrapped around me. Andreas may have not liked s*x, but he was a cuddler. Only time he didn’t cuddle was when he was stressed or exhausted. Thinking about it, our anniversary night should’ve been a clue something was up, but intimacy is the other side of passion I think.

Well, I squirmed in his arms, trying to break free. When that didn’t work, I calmly asked him to let go. “Andreas! We're not together. Stop cuddling me.”

He mumbled under his breath. “I miss you. Let me prove it.”

“Youre drunk. Drunken s*x might be great, but your mind isn’t fully there.”

It was as if they had flipped a switch. No longer was he holding me close, but he was on top of me. This was a side of him I never seen before. His beautiful brown hues stared at me. Those full lips smirked. The asshole knew I hadn’t had s*x in months. “You still think I’m drunk?”

Scoffing at him, I turned my head away. Big mistake on my end. “Well, now I think you were toying with me. Was this a ploy to get me into your bed again?”

He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss to my neck. His tongue then danced across my skin until it reached the valley of my breast. “I sobered up enough. Why do you think I flirted with all those girls?”

“Because you wanted to prove yourself. Why else?”

He sucked on the visible part of my breast. I knew he would leave a mark. His mark. It was something I enjoyed doing to him. It was as if, for the first time, he was claiming me as his own. When he released my skin, I looked at him. I finally saw in his eyes how much he desired me. “No, it was to get your attention. I wanted you to come to me.”

This was getting too much for me. I had to leave. I needed to leave. “Andreas!” I pushed him off me. He didn’t resist. It allowed me to sit up. “If you wanted my attention, you should’ve come to me. This…” I waved my hand, motioning for his theatrics and tantrum for the past several months. “Wasn’t the way to go.”

He flopped on the bed like a wounded puppy. That was my cue to leave. Soon as I got off the bed. His hand found my wrist. “Don’t leave. Please? Let me prove to you how much I love you.”

I should’ve shaken his hand off me but because I stood there contemplating, he worked my arms out of my jacket. The sudden coolness against my skin brought me to the present.

“Andreas, we shouldn’t do this. What will people think?”

He could’ve answered me maybe he wanted to, but the way he answered was how we had a one nightstand. His lips kissed my back, while his hands rubbed my arms. Slowly, he pressed kisses up my spine. Just as he was at the base of my neck, he took my scrunchie out of my hair. It allowed my bush to be freed. It no longer stretched to the sky but laid against my body with its weight. His words were whispered through strands and filtered into my ears. “You’re beautiful. More than any woman in the universe.”

I sighed, not an annoyed one but content. This was along the lines of the foreplay I liked. I wanted and even tried to teach him before I gave up and eventually ended our relationship. “You say pretty words, but it won’t change that we are nothing more.”

Somehow, a finger made its way to my chin. He turned me to look at him. I hadn’t felt so desired in months. Actually, that’s a lie. I knew the guys in our department wanted to start something with me. I choose to ignore them. I didn’t care to mull over about it other than the superficial reason: I wanted out sooner. But maybe it was truly because I wanted Andreas.

He kissed me. His lush lips pressed against mine parted. My own following his lead. Andreas was a decent kisser, but now it felt different. He felt different. My mind recalled all those details of gossip. I didn’t like it. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I came back to my senses. I broke the kiss by biting his tongue.

He let go of me, pulling away. “Why’d you do that?”

I didn’t want to explain that it pissed me off he got better at kissing when we broke up. That would sound like I was jealous. In truth, I was. I was jealous that he managed to become a s*x God while I had to deal with his mediocre passion. Instead, I got up and headed for the door. Andreas was a step behind me. When I reached the door to open it, he placed his large arm against it. Leaning his weight in so it wouldn’t budge. “Andreas move.”

“Tell me, what were you thinking about? I remembered. You were usually in the present unless your mind was elsewhere. “

I really didn’t want to talk about it. “It doesn’t matter, just let me out.”

“No! You broke up with me and left me crying in a hotel bed by myself without so much as a talk. This time we’re going to talk. No running away.”

I huffed. I did run away last time. I didn’t want to be swayed like I was right now. You know when you’re angry, you either lie to hurt the person or tell the truth? That’s what I did. I told the truth with a sprinkle of lies mixed in. “Fine. You want to know what I was thinking about? I thought back to all the times you sucked at s*x. How you didn’t like to go down on me but was all too glad to have it done to you. About how your kissing technique has changed. About how all these shifty women that didn’t know what it was honestly like having s*x with you, but now you’re this s*x God. And I have to hear about it. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. You go on a damn date. And if you think I’m jealous. I’m not…” I had more to say. I wanted to let it all out. All of my frustrations out against him. I didn’t have a chance. Andreas kissed me. Again.

It wasn’t the kiss he gave me before. Was the kiss I had come to know and adored. He pulled his lips away from mine. “you think I went down on those girls? You’re the only one I wanted to do that with. I practiced. Just not the way you think.”

Dumbfounded, I let him continue. What else could I do other than call the cops? It wasn’t like I was in danger. Andreas was not a terrible guy. He didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. I quirked an eyebrow.

He looked away when he continued. “I read books and tested out techniques mostly on food.”

He had said food. I thought about how I had practiced on bananas when I was younger. I laughed. Andreas looked at me sharply. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny. Well, maybe a little bit.”

We were relaxed. Finally. I still wasn’t sure about staying, but when I looked at his wall clock, I knew the bar was closed and there went my chance of seducing the bartender. “We shouldn’t do this.”

His eyes met mine once more. “You aren’t curious?”

I was. And with the close proximity I was becoming intoxicated by the smell of alcohol and his cologne. This scent of his always had me in the mood. “I am.”

That was all he allowed me to say before he crushed his lips against mine. His left hand went to my ass. Squeezing the flesh. I moaned. When my mouth opened, I his tongue slipped inside once more. It caressed mine. His free hand unbuttoned my pants. I wanted the friction of his fingers against my c**t more than I wanted him to go down on me.

Perhaps I said that aloud because right afterwards his fingers pinched my c**t. I tilted my head back, and he followed. He didn’t want the kiss to break this time unless he was the one to do it.

Since I was celebrating and wanted a good old fashion f**k; I wore my sexy panties. Black lace with blue embroidery thongs. I considered the bra that matched a bralette. This was a new pair. Andreas had never seen or felt these ones before. It was then he broke the kiss. In one move, he pulled my pants down, so they pooled around my ankles. I could feel his hot breath against my p***y. Inhaling, I prepared myself for what was to come. Andreas buried his face against me. Lips pressed against my c**t through the lace. Closing his mouth around it, he sucked softly. I placed my hands on the top of his head. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to push his head away or closer. He made the decision for me. Andreas used his fingers to slide my panties to the side and probe inside my center. His free hand lifted my leg on to his shoulder. He had more access to my p***y. I gripped my hands tighter into his coarse hair. They say practice is sometimes different in theory, but I had to admit he was doing damn good at working me to an orgasm.

Biting my lower lips, I kept my moans down to a whimper. He stopped long enough to praise me. “If I had known you would’ve tasted this sweet. Your p***y would've been used to my tongue by now.”

That’s possible, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. I finally pulled his head away just as my orgasm was pending. “You know I've waited five months to have a d**k in my mouth. Why don’t you let me return the favor?”

He groaned. I could see the imprint of his c**k against his thigh. He thought about what he wanted. While he thought about that, I wondered if he had gotten better at using his monster. I must have drawn my eyebrows, because he came up to seal my lips with a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue. It wasn’t the first time. I know what my juices looked, smelled, and tasted like. I turned away to break the kiss.

“Well? Can I?” I looked back at him and licked my lips.

His eyes followed my tongue. “As long as I can still eat you out.”

I was surprised. This was the first time he asked to have that. The first time he wanted to do a sixty-nine. Tonight were a lot of firsts. If I allowed him to have his way, then he would know his learning paid off and would want us to get back together. In the time I thought about it, he had laid on the floor. His c**k was already out and at attention. He waved it from side to side. It looked so inviting. The glistening from his pre-c*m called to me. I licked my lips once more. Kicking off my pants, I positioned myself where my slick heat was over his waiting mouth. God, he was so eager. Mouth open and tongue out.

I lowered myself down onto his face. My hands wrapped around his c**k. I rubbed it up and down. Remembering how it felt in my hands. Just as I gobbled it down. He inserted his tongue inside me. I knew his tongue was long, but I hadn't known it would feel this good inside me. If he continued to snake his tongue deeper into my cunt, I would moan right then. Hell, I was sure I would c*m. Instead, I went to work on his d**k. When I would go down on him, he would only last about ten minutes. I knew if I counted to six hundred it would be over.

A lot of good that did, I lost track and enjoyed him. the slurping sounds echoed in the room. This time it wasn’t just from me. well, me doing him. it was from the both of us. I was more turned on because of it. I wiggled my hips. That had him change ever so slightly. A different sensation went thtough my body. god, I was on the verge of cumming. My legs tightened, trembled even. His c**k pulsated in my mouth. He was about to c*m too. We couldve came together or alone. I chose alone. I moved my legs from around his face and focused solely on getting his seed. He whimpered.but that whimpered turned into a moan when his orgasm hit.

A low sensual groan. I looked over to see he had arched his back. Another first. A few minutes later he relaxed. His d**k wasn’t soft. Ususally it went soft after his first round. There was hardly ever a second round. “I see you have changed.”

He panted against the floor until he assumed I was going to leave. I was. Not sure how he pinned me to the floor but he had moved lightening quickk and pinned me down. I assumed he was going to stuff his d**k inside me. Which I welcomed but, instead he went back to eating me out. This was not the Andreas I had been with months prior. His change scared me but more importantly it angered me. I wanted it over now. Whether or not I had an orgasm. Just in time he pulled away from my p***y. His lips coated in my juices. The toothy grin he wore, showed me how impress he was with himself. Not long after his tongue was replaced with that monster from his pants.

It always did take me time to get acclimated to his girth, and length. He would always wait a few minutes, but this time he didn’t. It was almost like our anniversary night. He relentlessly thrusted inside me. Only this time he rubbed my c**t with his thumb. The sensations were overwhelming. The orgasm I thought had subsided rushed forward. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My walls clenched around him and the additional juices coated his d**k allowed him to go deeper inside me. By the time I came to I was chanting his name. “Andreas. Andreas. Gods, Andreas.” Damn, bastard he may not have known, but he had gotten me to orgasm for the first time in our relationship.