Dirty Imagines

I straddle him as he sits in the chair at the dinner table at his parents house. My hands in his hair, fisting the curls as our kisses become more heated. The front door knob turning stops everything abruptly, I get off of him and he goes into another room to make himself more presentable, to fix the not so obvious hard on I had worked up. I take a seat on the couch and get up as his mom enters the room and help her with the bags of groceries. He emerges from the back shortly there after and helps unload them, while purposefully putting himself between me and whatever I am closest to, the counter the fridge or the table, He stands behind me as I put things in the pantry so I push myself against him and rub on him, a low moan is breathed into my ear, his hand making its way between my legs, making me catch my breath.
Its all interrupted by his mother re-entering the room and asking what we want to eat. I'm not picky so I leave it up to her, he shrugs his shoulders and says the same.
After dinner, she gets a phone call from a friend to go see a movie and ask if we mind. We both say no, probably a little too eagerly.
He stands watching the car pull out of the drive and gives her a few minutes to get down the street.
I'm standing at the table, leaning against it as he comes to me, his arms pinning me in, his pelvis grinding on me. We stand there, looking at each other, our breathing heavy, the room getting hotter,
I slide my butt up on the table and lean back, his hand going between my legs, feeling my core from the outside of my jeans, the wetness I'm sure, seeping through. His thumb moves to where my clit should be and applies pressure to it. It feels good but not as good as if I had nothing in between them.
His hand reaches for mine as he pulls me up and leads me upstairs to his room. He shuts the door behind us and pushes me against the wall forcefully.
His kisses are rough on my neck as I grab his hair and reach down with the other hand to pull up his shirt. His mouth leaves me long enough for both of our shirts to be removed and thrown to the side somewhere. His hands go behind me to unclasp my bra, that too thrown to the side. His kisses leave my neck and ravage my breasts. I moan at the roughness but love it all the same.
My fingers trace the lines of his cut torso as they make their way down to his jeans and unbutton them, the zipper to follow. His hands are still pre-occupied with my breasts so I undo my jeans and start to push them down, his mouth leaving me only to loose his clothes also. His jeans come down and goes to remove his briefs and I remove his hands. I take the waistband in my fingers and pull them down, my body following them. My hand takes his cock and directs it into my mouth where my tongue plays with the tip as my hand pumps him. He hisses in his teeth and curses flow from his mouth. I release him and the briefs drop.
"Jump" I jump and wrap my legs around his body as he pushes me against the wall, him dipping slightly so he can slide his hard cock into me. He lets gravity pull me down onto him, I gently bite his collar bone as he starts thrusting forcefully into me. One hand is under my butt another on the wall, him breathing loudly at each thrust, taking my breath away at the sheer force of it all.
He stops only to walk me to the bed and lay me down on it, pushing me knees back for a full and deeper entrance. He slams into me causing me to scream in pleasure. My back arches with each thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I scream out his name while fisting the sheets, my legs try to close but his strength keeps them open. My orgasm flows from me and onto the sheets. He looks down and takes it all in, his thrusts speed up, causing himself to come,
He collapses next to me totally spent. We both lay there drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. The only thing said between us, "Fuck" said at the same time.

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