Friday Night Lover

Friday Night Lover
(SnowxHope)

*1st person POV*

He comes to me on a Friday night. It’s always on a Friday night. Neither of us even understood why or how it started. All I know is that it happened when he was frustrated with his fiancé, Serah. I never asked why or what happened, but I did let him stay over at my place. My parents are barely even around due to them working around the clock, so his presence isn’t any bother.

In the beginning, he talked to me about everything that did not go well in his week during his stay. But somehow over the next few months, he started revealing his innermost desires and dreams that he wants accomplished. He’d talk with such passion that I’d sometimes blush as a result. He’d always notice the reddish tint that would cover my face and start teasing me to no end about it. It wasn’t a secret that I found him attractive, but I knew that he didn’t see me that way so I stayed clear from the overpowering urges I had of wanting to brush my hands against his chin-length stubbles. He always seemed to maintain such stubble though I knew that he shaved daily. Having to stop my desires from overwhelming me was hard, sometimes I’d find myself wanting to sidle up to him or even play with his hair, but in those first couple of months I refrained.

It wasn’t until one Friday night that he showed up at my place, obviously drunk, that things took on a different meaning. He hadn’t called to say that he was coming so I was a little surprised that he knocking on my front door. But as soon as I opened the door, he flung it open and took me by my arm only to jerk my body back against the nearest wall.

I tried to protest but couldn’t when his lips descended down upon mine. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening and why, but my body wanted more of the heavenly contact. His kisses were harsh and demanding with an edge of danger, but none of it mattered since I only wanted more of it.

He was the first to break the kiss, and lean down enough just so that his forehead touched mine. I could smell the strong smell of alcohol in his breath as it passed by me like a breeze. The smell made me nauseous but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t have at that point since my brain was obviously on the fritz.

“Why do I always think of you?” It was rhetorical and I knew it. I didn’t even bother answering as I found myself meeting his lips in exchange instead. We stayed there in that doorway for a while. His kisses were intense and passionate just like him. Then soon enough, his hands joined the fray and started to map out my body. His caresses were swift and hungry. He barely stayed a second as every part of my clothed body was explored. To reciprocate, my hands that were still slack on my sides started to run up and down his defined chest, it was hard to the touch as if every muscle was made of marble than that of flesh. As I brushed his hardening nipples, his tongue delved into the kiss and stroked alongside mine. His breathing was heavy and so was mine but neither of us wanted to separate at that moment.

The kisses didn’t seem to want to seize until I finally had to force myself to release him which earned me an annoyed grunt.

“Let’s go to my room,” I supplied. He gave a quick look over his shoulders to the short distance to my bedroom, but his impatience won out and he threw me on his shoulder and ran to the couch closest to the doorway we were just at.

As soon as my body met the cushioned resistance, he was on top of me and tearing my shirt off. I was slightly annoyed that he just ruined one of my good shirts, but as soon as he had his top off, I couldn’t care less. The feel of his body without the obstruction of the flimsy shirt he had on a while ago made a monumental difference. Although his body was still as hard as ever, the unmistakable feel of something that was warm and fleshy became more apparent.

Although logic would have told me that the shirt shouldn’t have made much of a difference, my hormones spoke a different message out loud. Hungrily I dove for his pants and started to unbuckle the belt he had on. He got the message and pulled off his pants along with the boxers he had on, followed by his socks and boots. There he was, standing there in front of me without so much as a speck of cloth with nothing but a grin on his face.

He was discontent with the state of my clothing so he also set to accomplish finishing my undressing. It was rapid and unrelenting as his hands pulled off my shorts and boxer-briefs harshly. Without warning he was on me again kissing the nape of my neck as his hand went to cup my ass.

In a show of strength that I already knew he possessed, he lifted me from that position and turned our position around. He had me straddling his waist as I was placed roughly atop him. His hardness strained as my own length rubbed right next to his. He had his eyes closed as I undulated my hips which caused enough friction to emit a heavenly jolt from our burning lengths.

His hands roamed all over my body with every touch leaving faint traces of electricity running over me. He probably doesn’t realize it but all of his touches send sparks running through me at every point, which is why I seem to be so sensitive around him. I can’t seem to stop myself from arching as his slightly rough hands lightly explore my back.

As his kisses turned softer and more passionate, I hadn’t noticed that he had picked up a bottle of lube from his discarded pant before chucking them and slicked up his fingers until a long, wet digit slipped into me the next moment. I could feel his finger fighting the resistance that I knew was there. I relaxed enough for him to slip another digit inside me. I could feel his impatience growing as he scissored it carelessly. He pulled it out all of a sudden that a soft popping sound could be heard.

I couldn’t even control the soft whining sound that escaped my lips, but all he did was smile into our kiss as he guided his length into my tight heat. It felt like I was being stretched beyond my limit when I had him fully inside me. He probably figured I won’t break so he didn’t wait for me to adjust before thrusting in as hard and as fast as he can. With that we ended up this way, his long hard length spearing me ruthlessly.

Although in our position, his thrusting is limited so I compensate on it by meeting his eager thrusts. I bounce on his hard cock wantonly thinking of nothing else but where our bodies are temporarily connected. He still seems to have some semblance of coherence as he ups the pace and started to thrust vigorously.

His quick, short thrusts only seem to tease me rather than appeal to my carnal lusts. It’s never enough, but I can’t tell him that because he and I know that this is nothing more than physical attraction. Well, at least that’s what I think. I’m already in love with him that I take what I can get selfishly.

Finally he seems to snap and loses control. This is moment I had been waiting for, when he’d finally ignore the fact that he towers over me and treat me as if I was only put on Earth to be used as his plaything.

He carries me lightly, turns me around and puts me down on all fours on the floor. He hasn’t once pulled out as we switched spots. He now resumes our rutting with a renewed sense of energy as each push and pull of his hips send tremors throughout my lithe frame. I cry out his name as I lose my sense of self in the intense passion built up between us. He smiles down at me and continues on with the punishing pace.

However, when I finally feel that tingling sensation that would signal my impending orgasm, he pulls out abruptly. I didn’t have time to question since he obviously knew what I was hinting at when he said, “hold on, I want to see you… fuck, you’re so hot taking me all in like some whore.”

The huskiness of his voice was soothing to me as I let him manhandle me into a supine position. It was intensely hot seeing him on top of me with sweat dripping off of his massive form. He looked almost godlike and mythical. His body moved smoothly and each movement flexed muscles that look as if it’d strain the simple layer of flesh.

As I was in position, he hoisted one of my legs up on his shoulder as he thrust back in. I couldn’t use anything else as leverage so I clawed up his arms to be able to hold on to something. He held on to my raised leg to get in deeper as I felt every inch of his hard length. It was so hard it felt like something made of marble, wood or anything equally hard.

But each thrust pressed a certain spot in me that all I could see were white swirling dots in the front of my eyes. I wanted to cry out, whether in pain or pleasure wasn’t the point, but it was the overload of all my senses that had me gasping and silently crying out until my orgasm exploded all of a sudden and ribbons of white cum splattered on my stomach.

As my orgasm lingered, I could feel my anal muscles clench and unclench spontaneously and erratically. I don’t know whether or not it was the result of my own inner muscles clenching, but Snow suddenly let loose jets of cum in me as he pumped his hips, driving his spurting length, in and out of me in an irregular rhythm as his own orgasm subsided.

After all movements ceased, he laid down on top of me without pulling out. He had my legs practically horizontal with the rest of my body. Being limber definitely worked in my favor then since I’m sure that it could have been a painful and awkward to position to be in. Plus with his softened penis still in me, the position only pushed it in deeper inside me.

“I can still feel it twitching,” I said in jest as I tried to regain my breathing.

“Yeah, well it’s excited to finally get to know you,” he replied.

“Is that so? I thought it had another friend when I’m not around.” I hadn’t meant for it to sound so serious but I guess he took it that way since he replied honestly next.

“Hope, I broke up with her.” I was stunned.

“Why?” I couldn’t help myself so I had to ask.

“We’re not right for each other, at first I proposed to her cause I thought I was in love, but I realize now that I’m not,” Snow said.

“And what about me?” I didn’t want to change the topic just like that but a certain nagging feeling in my head was getting louder as it shouted to me that I might just be nothing more than a rebound to him.

“You,” he started but suddenly paused, “you, I love.” It could have meant a whole range of things from I love to fuck you to I love you for being a friend, but my mind could only register the fact that he had admitted to loving me whereas he did not love his own girlfriend.

“No lie?” I choked out.

“None, now let’s finish this on a bed since the floor isn’t the most comfortable spot for an encore.” His penis was now suddenly stirring back to life as I felt it get bigger within me. My aching hole accommodated the change in size flawlessly as it stretched enough for its welcomed friend.

“Again?” I asked.

“Yeah, now that you know I love you, I gotta show it to you,” he said followed by another pregnant pause to which he amended, “Because my mother always told me that action speak louder than words.”

He seemed excited and silly all at once to me, but I couldn’t care less as he hauled me up against his body as he stood up. The point of penetration was never removed, and I held on to him as if holding on for dear life.

I could see a strange giddiness dancing in his eyes so I leaned down and kissed him. He met the kiss in vigor and walked along to where my room was. Finally breaking off the kiss as we got to the door, I kissed his neck until I rested on the nape of it and said.

“I love you too, Snow.”

A/N: Thanks for reading!