Another Messy Ending

Needless to say, I was drunk by the time Ben and I stumbled into the band’s apartment. Actually, I was more like completely trashed, shit-faced, and/or plastered. Luckily I’ve built up a tolerance over the years that has allowed me to continue to do things like walk upstairs and make early morning munchies without killing myself. Cheers to well-composed drunks. However I was definitely at the point where I’m bound to make some bad decisions… again.

“Everything looks so nice,” I said looking around. It definitely didn’t look like it was inhabited by a bunch of rock stars.

“Yeah, we’ve barely been here a day. This will all be fucked up by morning.”

I smiled, “But it’s all so clean! I don’t want to have sex on any of this! We’ll mess it up!”

Ben gave me a funny look. “Fine,” he said before knocking a glass lamp off of the all table we were standing next to. “We can fuck here. But we’re in an apartment now. You can’t be screaming and all that shit like last time.” He added teasingly.

I stepped up to him, “Oh, because you were so quiet?”

“I was nowhere near as loud as you!”

“Well, I bet I can make you loud,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. “I bet you’ll scream before I do.”

“That’ll never happen.” He said with his face an inch away from mine. He leaned back against the table where the lamp once sat and pulled me forward so I was straddling his legs. Ben’s hands moved onto my ass and he started lifting my dress up.

I moved in like I was going to kiss him, but instead, I held his lip rings between my teeth. I pulled a little and then let go. “Prove it.”
“If you insist,” Ben said with a smirk. In one swift movement he lifted my dress up and off and threw it onto the floor. He spun us around and sat me on the small table. His held his mouth firmly against mine with his hands tangled in my hair while my fingers fumbled over themselves trying to undo his belt. I was spending about sixty percent of my energy trying to differentiate between moving my tongue and moving my hands. When I finally yanked the belt loose, Ben took it from me and whipped it across my thigh. I almost screamed, but I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to do that so I smacked his arm, yanked the belt from his grip and threw it across the room. He laughed and took his shirt off.

“No belts,” I whisper yelled.

Ben put his hand over my mouth and shushed me. I felt like licking his hand was a good response. He yanked his hand back and started lifting my legs to slide my thong off, but I slid down onto my knees before he could. I was unbelievably determined to make him yell before I did. What can I say? I’m a little competitive.

All of my hair was swept up into his fist while I pulled his pants down just enough to get to his boxers and he pulled his shirt over his head. His dick was already hard. I smiled up at Ben while I licked the entire length of his cock from balls to tip. I heard him breathe in sharply. It made me giggle because I wasn’t even getting started. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and pulled back. I love the pop sound it makes when I yank my head back, so I did it again.

“Fuck,” he moaned quietly.

“You like that?” I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick. Ben didn’t answer; he just tightened his grip on my hair. “How about this.” Slowly, I moved my head down until his whole cock was down my throat. I held my head there for a moment to see if he would scream for me or at least moan, but he was just breathing really hard. So, I decided to go for it. I bobbed my head up and down, taking his entire dick all the way in my mouth every time. My hair brushed against my back in rhythm. Obviously, Ben was close to losing it. He had one hand against the wall just so he wouldn’t fall over. I moved my head all the way to the tip one last time and quickly swallowed the whole thing again, but this time I didn’t lift my head back up. I grabbed onto his legs to force my head down as far as I could.

“God fucking damnit,” he moaned, still not loud enough, but it made me happy. Ben moved his hands so that they were both holding my head down on his cock. My eyes were starting to water when his precum shot into my mouth. Thankfully, Ben pulled my head back by my hair before I started gagging. He got me to my feet while I gasped for air. That’s when I realized I was still wearing heels. I kicked them across the room and Ben pulled my thong off. He scooped me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and stumbled his way to the bathroom. It seemed like the clasp of my bra was fucking glued together. Ben sat me down on the counter and turned the shower on. When he walked back over, I was still trying to get my bra off so he just pulled it over my head.

Next thing I know, Ben was basically throwing me into the shower. The water was freezing cold so naturally, I screamed, “Fuck, Ben!” I messed with the shower knob until it finally got warm.

“I win,” Ben said with a smug smile. Confidently, he walked over to me and stepped into the shower.

It made me laugh because he still had his pants on. “You look so stupid! Take your jeans off!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, you loser!” He said laughing as well. “You take them off.”

“Okay,” I said smirking. “Lay down.”

Ben sat on the floor of the extremely luxurious shower and I knelt by his feet. This was a very difficult task considering he wears jeans tighter than mine and now they’re wet. Put that on top of the fact that I’m not totally sober and you have an obstacle that even Houdini couldn’t escape. Thankfully I’m not totally helpless and I got them off pretty quickly. When I did, I threw them aside and crawled my way on top of Ben until I was straddling him. Ben slid his fingers into my soaking wet hair and pulled my head down for a kiss. One of my hands rested on his chest while I used the other to push his cock inside me. I had to pull my head back and gasp for air as he thrusted his hips up so he was all the way in. I tried to lean down to kiss him again, but my body was tingling so much that I had to sit up.

I started rocking my hips back and forth on Ben’s dick with my hands resting on his chest. It felt so good as the water flowed ran down my back and over my chest. I started riding his cock, bouncing up and down as fast as I could.

Ben gripped onto my ass, “Fuck, Jenna! Don’t fucking stop!”

Just the way he said my name (well, sort of my name) made my legs fucking shake. I could hardly even breathe when he started thrusting into my pussy as I rode him.

I threw my head back and the water ran down my hair. “Oh my fucking God!” I brought my hands up and clawed onto my collar bone while I moaned involuntarily, still managing to bounce up and down on Ben. “I’m gonna cum!” I yelled out. Ben took a hand off my ass and used his thumb to rub my clit. I can’t even tell you how loud I squealed as I doubled over, digging my nails into his arm.

“God damnit!” Ben moaned continuing to slam his cock into me.

“Shit! Oh my God, Ben, that feels so fucking good!” I was so completely overwhelmed at that point that I couldn’t move. I just kept saying “Fuck me!” over and over again.

Ben definitely understood the message because in an instant he rolled us over and then picked me up so he was standing with my legs draped over his arms. He pushed my back against the shower wall and started fucking me like his life depended on it. I couldn’t even form words, however I also couldn’t stop moaning. I just wrapped my arms around Ben’s neck while my fingers scratched at his shoulders. I could feel my body starting to tremble and then Ben bit down onto my neck, right under my jaw. My whole body tensed when I came and I pulled my arms from around his neck without meaning to. Ben caught me when I nearly fell, “Fuck!” he laughed and hiked me back up against the wall as he slowly rode out my climax.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and bit on his shoulder until I finally composed myself enough to stand on my own. Ben kissed me then spun me around and bent me over. He gripped onto my shoulders and thrust his cock deep inside me.

“Holy fuck!” I yelled.

“You’re so fucking tight!” Ben moaned as he fucked me progressively harder. He reached around me and started playing with my clit, obviously realizing my weakness.

I arched my back and “Ben, I’m gonna cum again! I’m cumming! Oh shit!”

“Fuck,” He groaned. “Me too!”

Ben stopped fucking and pulled me up by my hair so my back was against him. His fingers moved quickly and roughly against my clit. My mouth hung open as I squeezed my eyes shut. I laced my fingers in his hair and let out a high-pitched moan when I started to cum. I bent over again, leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he pulled out of me.

“Stay like that,” Ben growled out pushing his hand against my back to hold me down. The hand slid down from my back to my ass and I could feel him cumming all over me. When he finished, he pulled me up by my arm and twirled me around. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispered.

“Oh, is that it? I was counting on round two,” I joked. “But if you can’t handle it...” I smirked at him.

Ben scooped me up in his arms, “I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” He smiled devilishly. “Let’s fucking go.”

He ran us both into his room and threw me on the bed.

Notes

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