Desperation after Months of Going Without [m/f] | 2016

I've been with my boyfriend for almost a year and a half now. We've lived together for most of our relationship and were friends for several years before we got together. See, he was supposed to be my roommate (as a friend) where we live currently, but both of us had been hiding the fact that we had feelings for each other for years. One night we got drunk and I accidentally hugged him without thinking. Surprisingly, that's not where my story starts. That night was spent talking about all the times we had hung out secretly wanting to be together. Nothing more than content cuddling and conversation until the early hours of the morning. Shortly afterwards, things did go further though. It was amazing. I felt like I could never get enough of him. Needless to say, when things slowed down, and I mean way down (once every couple months, if that) I was not happy.

This went on for quite some time. The longer I went without, the more irritable I became in my everyday life. It became difficult for me to even look at him because I'd start to mentally undress him, or if he was partially dressed I'd have to fight myself not to go over and maul him. He had no idea how badly I wanted him. (Or maybe he did.)

About a month ago, I told him I'd decided I was done with everything sexual. He laughed, knowing how difficult of a task that was going to be for me. "I'm serious. All it does is make my life harder," I explained as calmly as I could, "Nothing further than the occasional kiss for me now. No masturbation, no trying to seduce you, nothing. Eventually I'll be more stable because I'll stop wanting any of it. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I've just stopped caring about any of that." I think at this point he still didn't believe me. I'd been waking up horny a lot and getting frustrated when he would deny me. At first, it was an empty threat, but within a few days, I decided to commit.

I guess after so long of me not trying to get him interested in me, he realized my bluff hadn't actually been a bluff. Suddenly, the tables had turned and it was him chasing me. We laid down to go to bed one night, same routine as every night, but instead of rolling over so that his back was towards me, he decided to snuggle up behind me. I counted myself lucky, and tried to fall asleep. My pants had somehow gotten twisted and when I complained he decided I should remove them. I fought back a little, not wanting to wake up cold in the morning, but he's stronger than I am so it wasn't long before I found myself pantsless. I sighed, pretending to be grumpy, so he tickled me a little and realized I was wearing his shirt. "Is this my shirt," he asked as though he were astonished. "No," I replied, "Its mine. Remember, I told you I was claiming it last time I wore it." He chuckled a little, being goofy, and then slipped his hands under the bottom of the shirt, "You can't claim it! Its mine! Give it back!" Again, I struggled, and again I lost. It was only then that I realized he was in nothing but boxers as I felt his bare chest press against my now bare back. I became much less comfortable with my decision not to wear underwear when he chose to rest his hand on my hip. I was not supposed to be interested. I was not supposed to want him to slip his hands into a slightly more interesting place. No, no, no.

I committed. I was not going to let him do this. He had turned me down plenty of times. He deserved it in return. I'm done with this stuff. I don't need him. ...But damn do I want him. No. His hands started to wander, brushing my thigh, then sliding up my side lightly brushing against the side of my chest almost so gently that I would have believed it was an accident. I have to win this. "What are you doing," I sighed exasperatedly, pretending with everything I had that this was unwelcome behavior. He chuckled quietly. Unf. His voice. How does he make his voice sound like that. The slightest sound from him makes me melt. No. You can't give in. My breathing got a little shaky. He noticed. "What's the matter," he asked innocently. Asshole. You know. You always know. "Nothing," I lied, my voice cracking a little. Another chuckle. "Shut up," I snapped over my shoulder, "Why don't you go back to your side of the bed?"

It was then I realized that I was cornered. My side of the bed was against the wall, and I was already as close as I could get to the edge. He leaned forward, warm breath tickling my neck. God that always gets me. I pretended to be ignoring him, which backfired because that gave him the opening to nip at my ear. "You don't want me anymore," he breathily said into my ear before biting at it again. Three of my weaknesses all rolled up into one. Against my will, I squirmed a little. I immediately felt myself getting wet. I also felt him smirking at me through the darkness. Ugh.. Why do I love it when he's an asshole?

All I could do was stare at the wall and try to hold back my interest. His hands began wandering, getting close to where he knew I wanted them to be, but never quite making it there. He traced around my chest and thighs, even rubbed my ass a little, but never lingered anywhere for too long. He was most definitely toying with me. I hadn't realized how fidgety I'd gotten. My body was moving with every touch. "I thought you didn't want sex anymore," he laughed into my ear, "Thought you didn't want me. Didn't want this." He pressed himself against me and I could feel his erection through his boxers. A quiet moan escaped before I could regain control over my wandering thoughts. Simultaneously, my hand had reach behind my head and cupped the side of his face. A kiss couldn't hurt. I lied to myself. I began to turn to kiss him, but he stopped me, pressing one finger to my lips and turning my head back towards the wall. "No, no," he said smugly, "You don't want this stuff anymore. Remember?" I groaned in frustration. He then took my hand off his face and moved it down, forcing me to feel how hard he was. Without thinking, I tried to grab him through the boxers. His voice was so smooth. Anything he had said in that moment I would have done. "Tell me," he cooed. "Tell you what," I managed to gasp out too eagerly. Again, he smirked, "Tell me you don't want it." Right. I'm not supposed to want this. I'm supposed to prove a point tonight. "Tell me," he breathed against my neck, softly dragging his lips up it until he reached my ear. A light brush of his teeth against my earlobe, then a gentle nip. God he's sexy. "Tell me you don't want my cock and I'll leave you alone. I'll go back to my side of the bed just like you wanted and never do anything like this again." By this point, his boxers had been removed and I'd started gently rubbing him, though I was still facing the wall. "I-- I can't," I stuttered. He grasped my hand around his dick. "You can't? Why not," he teased, helping me get him started for a second before removing my hand. I bit my lip in frustration. "What's the matter, huh," he asked, "What do you want?" I bit down on my lower lip harder, fighting myself more than I had to fight him now. "You want this don't you," he half moaned into my ear, pressing his erection between my legs. God yes. I want it so bad. All I could manage was a whimper as my mind melted and became putty in his hands. The warm, gentle movement of his dick against my pussy was the final straw and he knew it. He'd won. All that was left was to force me to admit defeat.

Once more, I began to roll over, but this time he didn't stop me. I wrapped my leg over him, pulling him closer as I grabbed the side of his face again. He pulled his head back and I knew I wasn't getting anywhere until I said he had won. "Ah, ah, ah," he enforced, "You don't want this. Right?" Without hesitation, I caved, "I do want it. I want you. Now kiss me." A flash of his smirk was all there was time for before I pushed the back of his head towards me for a deep kiss. Mmm. Finally. Neither of us were doing much thinking by this point. In the process of teasing me, he'd gotten himself pretty worked up. After a couple more kisses, he pushed me onto my back and put his dick in. Oooh. So good.. I bit my lip again, but this time in pleasure. We did that until I had an orgasm, which didn't take long. Then, he pulled out and started telling me to move a certain way so we could do another position. I didn't hear him though. I knew he was talking, but my mind was so focused on another thought that it was like he wasn't speaking English. "No," I breathed, sitting up and pressing myself against him, biting at his neck, "Lay down." We were both sitting upright, bodies pressing against each other. "What," he asked confused, "Why?" Normally, I'm not forward at all, but I had been pushed past the point of patiently waiting for anything. "Just do it," I said, pushing him down, "I want it this way." I think he was pleasantly surprised when my mouth found its way to his dick. Where did this person come from? Since when do I demand anything? I licked up and down before really putting it in my mouth and sucking, kneading with my other hand. A stifled moan left his lips. His lips. I needed his lips. I climbed onto him, going in for a kiss, but somehow I ended up biting at his neck instead. I reached down and grabbed his cock, pushing it inside me, and started riding him. I couldn't contain myself. With each movement, a moan escaped me. Oh god. I'm about to-- He pushed my chest, making me sit up straight so he would be deeper inside me, I screamed, digging my nails into his arms. "Oh my god," I called out, "You-- wow." I couldn't keep myself going. He started thrusting, keeping me sitting up. Each thrust I screamed a little louder. Finally, he let me down. I pressed my chest against his, still moaning in pleasure.

Before I realized what he was trying to do, he lifted me up, keeping his dick inside of me, and put me on my back. Damn, that was sexy. His strong arms were such a turn on in that moment. He started out gentle, but that didn't last long. After what seemed like almost no time at all, he started thrusting faster and faster. Completely absorbed in the moment, I gasped out, "Harder." Immediately, without sacrificing any speed, I felt him start pounding his dick into my pussy harder. A moan of pleasure got away from both of us. He kept going like that for a little while longer. My breathing sped up, my pussy tightened, and we both knew I was about to cum. One last burst of speed and a scream from me. It felt so good. I felt so good. He kept going for just a moment longer before pulling out. I was still wriggling, letting out tiny moans every so often from the after effects of the last orgasm. He was finishing himself, his hand moving up and down his dick. I wanted to tell him to cum on me, but I couldn't manage the words. I found my hand had been grasping his waist, pulling him down towards me. He knew what I wanted. I moaned as I felt him cum on my stomach, biting my lip gently. Everything had happened perfectly. "That was amazing," I sighed as he collapsed next to me. He laughed softly. We just laid there for a moment, letting everything that had happened sink in. What a night.