He Made Me Say It

I’ve been casually hooking up with this guy for a couple of months. Nothing emotional, just insane chemistry and the kind of sex that completely erases your brain.

Last night we were on his couch watching a movie, and he was being obnoxiously flirty. Tugging me onto his lap, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my hoodie like I already belonged there. I assumed we’d end up fucking like usual, but instead he tipped my head back and told me to open my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate.

He stood, pushed his sweats down, and started using my mouth slowly, deliberately, like he was in full control. My body was shaking, tears spilling down my face, spit everywhere, his hand twisted in my hair like it was a grip. When he started going deeper, I grabbed his thighs and let him take whatever he wanted.

Something about it completely short-circuited my brain.

He pulled out just long enough to wipe my tears with his thumb and murmur how good I looked like that.

I moaned. Loud. Embarrassingly real.

He noticed and asked if I liked it, and instead of saying anything sane, I blurted out that I liked when he made me feel like a slut.

It just fell out of my mouth. I didn’t think. I didn’t plan it. His reaction said everything.

he grabbed my jaw, pushed his dick back into my mouth so deep my eyes rolled, and said, “then be one.” i came. from that. from being told to be a slut with my mouth full.

After, he pulled me against him on the couch while I was still shaking and said he wasn’t letting me pretend this was casual anymore.