But before I could analyze the situation too much, she took my hand and pulled me out of the living room.
"Uh… where are we going?"
"..." she replied with a teasing smile.
I shot a panicked glance at Carter, who was watching us with an amused smile and winked at me.
*'Asshole.'*
I followed Sabrina through the hallway, up the stairs. The sounds of the party faded with each step.
Fewer people.
More privacy.
More nervousness.
We reached a door she opened before pulling me inside.
I felt a surge of adrenaline as she closed the door behind us.
"Uh… What's—"
I didn't get to finish before she kissed me fiercely, her hands already unbuttoning my shirt with disconcerting speed.
"Wait—"
*'Damn, I'm too nervous.'*
I'd never done this before.
I didn't want to mess up again. Last time, I had the excuse of being young and immature, but if I screw up now, I can say goodbye to my social life.
So, in a moment of pure panic, I gently pushed her away.
She frowned, crossing her arms under her chest.
"What? I'm not your type? Or are you still hung up on that bitch Lynn?"
"Huh? No, it's not—You're very attractive, that's not the problem…"
I ran a hand through my curly hair, nervous.
"It's just that…"
*'Find an excuse, find an excuse, find an excuse.'*
"I… I didn't bring a condom!"
Silence.
Then a slow smile appeared on her lips.
She approached, her fingers tracing an imaginary line on my half-bare chest.
"Don't worry, I've got everything covered."
*'Shit.'*
"Uh, yeah! The alcohol's making me a bit dizzy… Let me just go to the bathroom for a second."
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"There."
She pointed to a door on the side of her room.
I didn't waste a second and disappeared inside.
...
*In the bathroom.*
I hastily turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face.
"Okay, man. You can do this."
I looked up at the mirror, my piercing green eyes staring back at me.
"You've got flow, you've got rizz."
I cracked my neck, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, I'm a damn fine-looking guy."
I ran a hand through my hair, ruffling it a bit more.
"I'm gonna walk out of here and fuck her with my big dick!"
I gripped the edge of the sink and inhaled deeply.
"Yeah, she's gonna love it, that bitch."
I straightened up, puffing out my chest.
"I'm a bad boy."
One last look in the mirror.
"It's time, motherfucker!"
I opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom with renewed confidence.
Sabrina was sitting on the bed, wearing lingerie, an impatient expression on her face. "I thought you'd never come out."
A nervous smile twitched on my lips. I tried to play it cool. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
I approached her, pulling her into a kiss. At first, everything was fine. It was hot, passionate, just like in my fantasies. Then she started kissing my neck, my chest. My hands got lost in her hair, pulling gently.
Suddenly, she knelt before me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The next second, she was unbuttoning my pants. My breath caught. Everything was happening so fast.
Before I could react, she took the lead. I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment.
I felt a warm, wet heat on my throbbing member, a soft suction that sent shivers down my spine. The contact was delicate yet firm, as if she knew exactly how to bring me pleasure. Her breath quickened, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her mouth moved up and down my length, taking me deeper with each stroke.
Her tongue danced around the head of my member, swirling and teasing, tantalizing and enticing. She traced every sensitive spot, sending electric currents through my body.
As the suction intensified, my eyes snapped open, meeting her intense, focused gaze. I felt a powerful surge of pleasure, a wave of ecstasy threatening to overwhelm me.
And then, it happened. A flash of pleasure, followed by a strange sensation. I ejaculated. Into her mouth.
She smiled, her tongue running over her lips. "I swallowed it all," she said, an amused smirk on her face.
The ground seemed to give way beneath my feet.
*'Wtf, what the hell—'*
Sabrina stood up and kissed me fiercely.
Horror overwhelmed me.
I immediately felt nauseous.
I was still thinking about the semen in Sabrina's mouth, and now she was kissing me.
*'Shit, I—'*
*'Shit, this is gross!'*
*'Am I indirectly sucking myself off?!'*
The nausea spiked uncontrollably. I felt my stomach contract. But I held it in.
Sabrina kissed me with a voracity that took my breath away, her hands gripping my chest as I still tasted the salty flavor of my own pleasure on her lips. The thought crossed my mind again, weird, but the fire in her eyes swept away my hesitations. She pushed me onto the bed, and I let myself fall onto the mattress, hypnotized by how her lingerie hugged her curves.
"You've talked too much, now you're gonna act," she murmured, expertly removing her bra. Her full breasts were within reach, and I couldn't resist. I cupped them, kneaded them, feeling her nipples harden under my fingers. She moaned, arched her back, then moved away to slide her panties down her legs.
I was already hard again, my excitement reignited by her boldness. Sabrina straddled me, her wet pussy brushing against my erection. She rode me slowly, without penetrating yet, content to rub her clit against my length. Drops of her arousal stained my stomach.
"You see what you're doing to me?" she panted, arching her back.
My response was a growl. I gripped her hips and helped her sink onto me with a sharp thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my chest. The heat of her insides was enveloping, almost too intense. I began to move, guiding her rhythm, our bodies slapping in a wild cadence.
Sabrina rode me like a wild woman, her hair disheveled, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. I suddenly flipped her over, pinning her on all fours on the bed to take her from behind. My hand wrapped in her hair, pulling slightly as I pounded into her. Her moans rose in crescendo.
"Fuck, yes! Like that… Harder!"
I felt the orgasm building inside me, an explosive pressure. But then she turned her head, her lips finding my ear: "I want it all, every last drop."
Her voice had a strange tone. I didn't have time to think about it. Her fingers clenched my thighs, her inner muscles contracting around me like a vise. I let out a hoarse cry as I came, emptying my semen into her with almost painful thrusts.