Ultraviolence (1/1)

“I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I whispered in his ear while pushing up his body and inhaling his strong scent. I was dizzy. Half from the amount of alcohol I had drank and half just from the idea that our friends were in the room right next to us.I could feel his heavy breath hitting my neck and chest heaving up down through the fabric. He was silent. I looked up to meet his heavily lidded eyes and bit my lip, waiting for any sort of response but there was nothing. Just an intense stare, I could almost hear the debate in his head but I refused to step down.Loud shouting followed by laughter pulled me out of the daze. I turned away. Maybe I was desperate, maybe I had dreamed of him every night this week, just maybe but I wasn’t desperate enough to beg. I wasn’t that type of girl. Right as I was about to walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the wall.“I don’t think you know what you are asking for,” He purred while kissing my neck. In that moment I wondered if I did. I knew I wanted him. Now, I knew he wanted me but was I really ready to do this? To put down all my inhibitions and virtues for one night of pleasure?But damn me if his lips didn’t feel like a mix of cotton candy and heroin. I was addicted to the feeling and now I knew that if I stopped I’d regret it forever. In response, I pushed myself against his body, feeling him harden against my back. I could just imagine the look on his face. He grabbed my hips, his fingertips pushing in my skin. Silently, I hoped they would leave bruises tomorrow.“I don’t think you know me that well,” I retorted, grinding against him. A subtle grunt escaped his lips and I knew I got him. I felt his fingers tangle in my hair and slight pain as my cheek collided with the cold wall.He bit my earlobe, “Just say no, and I’ll stop.”He pulled of my top, leaving me in my bra. I remembered I hadn’t washed it for a week, and cursed myself. I’d worn nice underwear if I knew tonight would end like this. I even bought a nice matching pair last week but the opportunity was now wasted.His lips attacked my neck but I wanted to see him, so I pulled away to turn around. “Stop,” he grabbed my shoulders.“Why?”His voice suddenly turned rough, “I don’t think I can do this while seeing you.”I was momentarily confused but regained my senses as my heart dropped.“Do you want to stop?”Then he turned me around and we met gazes again. ”I want you. Fuck, I don’t think you have any idea how much, but…”I kissed him briefly. I couldn’t hear the continuation because I knew what followed and didn’t want to think about it. About my boyfriend in the next room, who was happily drunk and enjoying his evening. I fucking loved him so much, yet here I was.“Please,” I swallowed my pride, “don’t say anything right now. Just focus on this moment.”We broke everything with the next kiss. Everything I had built in my life, lost. Now there was no going back. We both had consented to this. No amount of alcohol could justify our actions.I grabbed his hair, pulling him close to me, rushed. His hands were shaking as the slid them down my body. There was no more imagination, no more dreams. This was real and raw and we both were in an unfamiliar territory. The kiss was wet, clumsy but I could feel electricity coursing through my bones. I felt so alive when his hand pulled up my skirt and ripped my panties off. For a second I mourned the loss of my underwear.I was wet and he could feel it. His fingertips rough against my flesh. I pressed up on him, needing more friction. My senses overwhelmed but still in a need for more. More anything. His other hand pulled my hair to keep some distance between us, doing just what I needed. A small yell escaped me as I came.He didn’t stop. Instead he bit my lip to silence me and sucked on it. I struggled to keep my breath even. As I kept riding my orgasm he moved down from my lips, leaving sticky kisses on my skin until he met my nipples. His tongue was a killer but I felt born again.By now I was a sweaty, panting mess with my own cum dripping down my leg. He pulled himself away and looked at me. When he looked at me I felt like could see inside me. Deeper than anyone before, his eyes discovering universes in the shape of my body. In that moment, I was ready to give everything to him. Despite my self-consciousness I felt like I could trust him with my life.I pulled him back, closer to me and helped him to get out of his clothes. And by that I mean, I feverishly tried to rip everything off. “Hey, hey, calm down!” He ordered me. He was too composed and it annoyed me. I wanted to make him feel like he did to me. I wanted to fuck him like the world was ending but right now he reminded me of a slight drizzle.Determined I slid of his underwear, an expensive brand one and sinked down on my knees. I pushed down on his chest making sure he’s leaning against the wall. His lean body seemed to follow my movements in anticipation, he knew what was coming. I drew in a shaky breath, I had never given anyone a blowjob but it shouldn’t be that hard and he seemed to be pretty hard.I licked my lips before starting. His flesh felt warm and smooth inside my mouth and I tried to use some tricks I had seen in porn. Not that it is a good referee when it comes to actual sex. I once saw a girl use a heel to fuck herself and, I haven’t tried it, but I don’t think it is too pleasurable.Little groan escaped him and I found myself getting more confident. I circled my tongue against his length and experimented with how much could actually swallow. While doing this I looked up at his flushed face and his teeth scarping his lower lip, making me eager to make him come. He made small sounds, a mix between a purr and growl.His facial expression changed and I felt how he throbbed. Excitement shot through me, the realization I am in control. I am in charge of his pleasure.I knew he was watching me, his eyes burning my skin. I wanted to see his face when he came, I wanted to share that moment, so I looked straight in his eyes as I spat on his length and then licked him spreading the saliva all over. Then I sucked on him, taking him as deep as I could until I ran out of oxygen. My eyes watered but he held my head in place, trying to control the situation. I lightly grazed him with my teeth, he moaned and released me. We were competing for power but he was aware he couldn’t win as long as I was on my knees.With the last motion he came in my mouth, smooth and rubbery. His hands tightened around my hair pulling it. He trembled as his body was dissolving in the pleasure I gave him. It was nothing like I had expected but I didn’t break the eye-contact as I swallowed everything.He pulled me up and threw me on the bed, which had been left untouched until now. I didn’t know to whom this bed belonged but I was sure they would need to change the sheets tomorrow. “I will make you come, until you feel like crying,” His voice raspy.“That’s not a very nice thing to say to a lady,” I laughed and he responded with an arrogant smile.“After the things you do with your tongue, I don’t think you can be called a lady.”“Says the guy who literally wrote the lyrics “Whether you are a man or woman, my flexible tongue movements will send you to Hong Kong”,” I joked back, thankful for the pause letting me catch my breath.“You’ve always liked exotic places, haven’t you?” His voice disappeared between my legs. The ride began again and I wasn’t sure how to respond to him so I just kept silent. Well, as silent as I could with someone eating me out.I came again. This time there was a disconnect between my mind and body. Synchronisation had stopped. Electricity now ran through my veins, all the wires left empty but this was just the appetizer and the waiter was already bringing the main dish.He pinned my hands against the mattress and again attacked my body. I was light-headed and hazy like a prey about to get devoured. His sinful lips bit and sucked without any mercy and I was walking a thin line between pain and pleasure. The feelings were so intense I was throwing my body around in an unadulterated heat.I struggled to keep my voice low when he actually entered me. His strong hands held my hips tightly, pulling them down hard. It was raw but rhythmical, a steady pace.“Oh, oh, Jesus! Yo..ongi faster…” I begged my voice breathless.He smirked and purposely slowed down. His sweaty chest touched mine and he teasingly flicked his tongue across my lips. I released a needy moan.“What did you say, Princess? I couldn’t quite hear you.” His pace was torturous as he pulled out of me completely and then slammed himself back in me.“Please, Yoongi, oh god, please, go faster!” I felt like crying, his teasing was making me lose my mind.“Faster? Oh, you want me to go faster,” he laughed and slowly picked up the pace again, until I could hear the sound of skin slapping echoing against the walls. I was going blind from the pure bliss this was bringing me. He could read my body like an open book, and as we were going I was feeling, living, breathing Yoongi.I couldn’t think about anything else, my eyes only saw his wet, pink hair stuck to his forehead, his dark, lust filled eyes and his pink lips, swollen from kissing. My lips could only say his name, repeating it over and over again like a sacred mantra. I could only hear his shallow breaths, getting shorter and shorter by each passing minute.Just as I felt like myself rippling with pleasure and my hips moving slightly to meet his moves, Yoongi started to lose his rhythm. His movement became spastic and rougher if that was possible. His hand released my wrists which he was holding all this time and purred in my ear. I immediately wrapped my hands around his back, my fingers digging in his skin, probably leaving scratches.“If you can’t hold it in then just bite me,” then he moved his palm to my clit and started to circle it, intensifying lightning waves that crashed through my body as I came, for a third time that night. Taking his advice I bit down his shoulder to stop myself from screaming out.He came soon after and then we collapsed together, his body pushing down on mine, he still inside of me. We were frozen still, basking in the aftermath.We didn’t want to break this moment. It would mean that we would go back to the real world. A world where I will need to look in my boyfriend’s eyes and smile, just like I hadn’t broken his heart a thousand times. Where Yoongi will go back to being just a close friend but every time we’ll share gazes I’ll remember this night and what could’ve been but never was.Time, sadly, didn’t want to stay still.“Thank you,” I muttered pushing him off, wondering how long we’ve been gone. Has anybody noticed we disappeared together? Are they still drinking?He laughed bitterly, “Always at your command.”