Monica moaned, her back arching off of the bathroom wall and her hands curling into fists at her sides. His throat was bared and held to the wall, hands slowly cutting her oxygen supply off. She gasped for air and tried to knock the hands off but he held it fast. She grasped the arms and dug his nails into the skin, gasping. “Can’t breathe…” The hands loosened the grip on her neck but didn't let go of her completely. Monica gasped for air and smiled slightly, her eyes closed. She suddenly moaned again as her arms were pinned to the wall as well, hands over his head and held down by one hand.
“Enjoying yourself?” Warm breath ghosted by her ear, causing Monica to shiver and for her skin to prickle. She nodded silently against the wall as lips pressed to his neck and licked his skin. She hummed and stretched her neck out even more for the lips.
“Oh, that’s hot.” The voice was low and Monica shivered even more, the tone of voice making her even more excited for what was to come.
Monica, in her 4th year college, was new to the party scene but not new to trying things out. With Dean, he wasn't a stranger to most things. The one thing she was looking forward to trying out was sex. Well, no. Not sex, he had plenty of that already with other guys. It's just that Dean was like her classmate and boy bestfriend from her highschool days until now.
Dean nipped at the skin below her ear before licking it and blowing his hot breath on her wet skin.
Monica shivered, the slightly dry lips dragged across his skin, moving to his collarbones but stopped as he met Monica's shirt.
As Monica breathed in roughly his hands were let go, fingers rubbing her wrists before they dropped to the buttons on her shirt.
“This is an ugly ass shirt, you know that?” Monica couldn't help but laugh; it was actually one of his favorite plaid shirts, he wore that shirt when they are in intramurals in highschool. They're relationship is not that stable, now. Awkwardness fill in the atmosphere right after. Her laughing lips caught Dean as hands slid under the edge of herbshirt and ran over the warm skin. Dean's blood heated as she heard her moan.
Their tongues pressed forward into each other’s mouths, tasting and forceful. Monica ran her hands down the other man’s back as his shirt was unbuttoned.
He cursed against Monica’s lips as he felt the t-shirt that was underneath the button down.
“How many layers do you fucking wear?” He was quick in pulling the shirt off Monica and she reciprocated by pulling the brown shirt off, her hands quickly reverent against the slight build of Dean.
Monica leaned in and pressed his lips to the pounding jugular, sucking lightly on the skin as his hands brought the warm body closer by grabbing her ass. Dean laughed slightly, breathless above Monica, and tangled his hands in Monica’s hair, holding her to neck.
Monica nibbled on the skin; delighted in the small moan she received, and Dean squeezed the tight ass in his hands before pulling back. His lips were quickly captured and parted by demanding lips and tongue; the hands in her hair withdrew to run down his chest. After a delicious lick to his teeth, Dean pulled back, breathless and red-lipped.
As they both caught their breath wandering hands teased Monica’s nipples, surprising him with a wave of arousal that heated her skin. Dean smirked at her as his hands trailed down to Monica’s pants and slowly undid the button and zip. The teasing pressure of hands almost against his cock made Monica's hips lift off the wall, wanting to feel more. He was gasping with arousal and almost unaware of what was happening around him and it was used against him, his pants and boxers pulled down without him even knowing.
“Fuuuuck.” He gasped,
On his knees Monica moaned as well, her hand moving slowly.
Monica hissed, the hand around him was rough and dragging roughly but … Jesus that felt good. Monica leaned back into the wall, gasping roughly for air as her hips slowly canted into the tight hand.
“Good?”
She could hear the smirk in the voice of Dean and he could only moan faintly in response.
Dean chuckled and surprised Monica into cursing and opening her eyes when he licked the underside of her clit. And oh God … the sight! It made Monica even hotter, her clit turning an even darker red on Dean's tongue.
Their eyes never broke contact Dean slowly licked Dean, flicking his tongue over the opening and taking it into his mouth, sucking softly.
Monica moaned and gasped as he watched Dean slowly give her heavenly feeling. She wondered faintly how much more aroused she could possibly get; she was already aching, leaking inside Dean's mouth. She felt her release. Monica arched off the wall and moaned loudly as she was squeezed. She was given a moment to catch her breath and she slid down the wall.
Honey-brown eyes and brown hair that was gelled into spikes, he had large hands that wrapped wonderfully around anatomy, thin lips that plumped up when kissed and bitten mercilessly, his body was slightly built and his chest had little hair but there was a lovely trail of hair that led into his pants which were tight across a lovely bulge.
Monica reached out and brushed his fingers across his manhood, Dean bite his bottom lip and for his breath to come hissing out. Monica paused for a second to take his pants and boxers off from around his ankles and then she sat in front of the Dean, hands running down to his chest, running around his nipples, making his breath catch.
Monica leaned forward and her lips were met halfway for a hot kiss, tongues twisting together as their hands appreciatively touched each other’s bodies.
Delirious with arousal Monica pressed herself against the hot body, letting her-self be pressed to the floor with insistent lips and hands. She wrapped a leg around the guy’s calf The guy pressed back with a moan as Monica’s hands fumbled between them, trying to undo the button and zip on the tight pants.
Dean growled in his ear.
Monica smiled; it was a heady feeling knowing that she was bringing pleasure to this guy. This guy is just so innocent and dumb, reality speaking, he just wasted his talent on this on his ex girlfriend.
The scent was heavy, musky, and pure sex, just filling Monica’s senses. She quickly looked up, trying to find the honey-colored eyes but was met with the picture of pure ecstasy; head thrown back and mouth open, panting heavily, chest and neck flushed with arousal.
It sent a shiver of arousal down Monica’s own body, making his vagina ache even more between her legs.
And he groaned loudly, wanting to just bury his head against hers.
He breathed in the heavy scent of her and licked it once more, from base to head, moaning. His body was on absolute fire from arousal, he felt he was about to burst if something wasn't done soon.
With a moan, dean flipped her, pressing Monica into the cool tile of the bathroom and sat across his thighs, pressing his cock against Monica’s and wrapping both of his hands around them. He spread the precum on Monica's belly, making it easier to slide on her hole.
Both of them were moaning, filling the air with their hot cries, as they were both pulled towards orgasm, lips and tongues insistent and Monica’s nails digging into the Dean's back to pull him closer, wanting more. Her hips pushed forward, frantic and so close. Monica leaned her head back, gasping for air and murmuring encouragement as she wrapped a leg around the guy’s hip, bringing them closer together.
“Fuck …. yes, yes…” Monica felt the other guy orgasm, Monica's stomach with his cum.
As they laid there, silently gaining their breath back someone knocked on the door.
“Are you two done fucking yet? Some people have to pee!”
Right. They were in a club's bathroom! Yes, it was their party before graduating in college!
Monica couldn't help but laugh.
Together they stood up and cleaned each other off; placing just a few teasing kisses or licks on each other’s stomach.
Once they were fully clothed they opened the door to the bathroom and gestured for the people waiting with smiles.
Monica was too happy and relaxed to care about the stares at the moment.
Making their way through the club's venue. Monica grabbed a drink and downed it in one go, grimacing at the burning taste of the vodka.
“So, you’re staying here then?”
Monica glanced at Dean and shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t have much else to do tonight.”
She was pertaining of staying here at the club with rooms on second floor.
"You want part 2? With?"
Awkwardness filled the air.
"I smell attachment issues here, mind if you back off? I see why your not so pretty ex girlfriend broke up with you" she teased him.
"What? Are you insulting me?"
"No. I'm stating a fact. Why won't you try with other girls? Some girls are better than her."
"Wait what, who else? You?" He was questionably doubting her.
"Precisely!"
Dean just laughed upon hearing her words. Monica was just like a sibling or friend to him.
"Don't you deny the fact that I was better at sex than her. Why don't you stop lingering your feelings with her and start a new not so toxic relationship? Come on"
"Toxic relationship? She was better than your games."
"No. You'll get tired with her. Why don't you try play things with me and stop pestering her?"
"What games?"
"We fulfill each other's long lost fantasies without getting feelings involve. Stop chasing your ex and start playing games with me." She said.
