She walked in while I was stroking it and begged to be fucked

The house was still, or at least I thought it was. My parents had left at the crack of dawn for their weekend trip, and I was alone in the house. At last, some quiet time. I reclined in my bedroom, the light from my laptop screen creating a dim glow over my features. I browsed through some porn movies, the pressure in my body growing. It had been too long since I had any release, and I was in the mood to indulge.

I shut the door, locked it, and reclined back in my chair, one hand already making its way down to my waistband. My phone was on silent, the world beyond my room didn’t matter. Just me, the screen, and the accumulating heat in my groin. My jeans were off within seconds, my cock already hard in my hand. I stroked myself slowly initially, relishing the feeling, allowing the pictures on screen to stimulate my imagination.

But then I heard it—a gentle, unmistakable gasp. My hand came to a halt. My heart skipped a beat. Gradually, I looked around towards the door. It was open by about an inch, and leaning in the doorway, resting against the doorframe, was she. My mother’s friend, Claire. Her gaze was fixed on me, her lips slightly parted, her chest going up and down with shallow breathing. She was wearing nothing except a silk robe, the fabric hugging the curves of her body, the belt tied laxly, leaving me a peep at what was underneath.

For a second, neither of us budged. The air between us was heavy, charged with something I couldn’t put my finger on. My head was spinning. What the hell is she doing here? Did she spend the night? I hadn’t even registered. Her eyes fell to my hand, still holding my cock, and I felt a flush of embarrassment, but also something else—something feral.

She entered the room, her hips swaying purposefully, her eyes never wavering from mine. The door closed behind her, and she locked it. My heart thudded in my chest as she moved towards me, her movements slow, measured, each step drawing her closer to me. I wanted to speak, to ask her what she was doing, but the words stuck in my throat.

Claire lingered just ahead of me, her eyes flicking down to my cock a second time. She nibbled on her bottom lip, extending her hand out to graze my thigh. Her touch exploded like electricity in my system, making me tingle all over. This cannot be happening, my brain told me, but my body took charge. My cock was straining, pumping with excitement.

“Jake,” she breathed, her voice soft, husky, and a shock of lust right down to my balls. “Do you want me to suck it?”

My breath caught. Yes. The word hovered on my lips, but I couldn’t force it out. It was wrong, taboo, but the way she was staring at me, the way her hand was creeping closer to my dick—it was impossible to deny.

I nodded, my voice a mere whisper. “Yes.”

Her mouth curved into a wicked smile, and she knelt before me. Her palms lay on my thighs, her fingers sinking into my flesh an inch or two as she leaned in. Her breath was hot against my dick, and I trembled as she kissed the tip softly. My fists closed around the chair arms, my knuckles growing white as she swallowed me.

God. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot and wet as she started to move, her head bobbing first slowly, then with growing need. My eyes rolled back in my head, a low groan escaping as she deepthroated me, her throat contracting around my dick. One hand crept up to my chest, her fingers tracing over my nipple, causing a jolt of pleasure in my body.

I reached down, my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently as she sucked me. Her other hand cupped my balls, massaging them lightly. The feeling was overwhelming, my hips bucking of their own accord as she worked me over with her mouth.

“Claire,” I groaned, my voice harsh with need. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

She drew back, her lips wet with my precum, her eyes black with desire. “Do you want to eat me, Jake?” she asked, her voice dripping with desire. “I’m so wet for you.”

I swallowed hard, my cock jerking at her words. Yes. I wanted to taste her, feel her heat against my tongue. I nodded, and she got up, her robe falling open as she stood on the bed, spreading herself for me. My heart racing, I stepped to kneel between her legs, my hands shaking as I pushed her robe out of the way.

Her pussy was wet, her folds engorged with desire, her aroma teasing. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her, and she moaned, her hips rising up from the bed to greet me. I ducked my face into her, my tongue probing and sucking, my hands wrapped tight around her thighs to keep her steady. She was so wet, so damn hot, and I couldn’t be satisfied with her.

Her hands knotted in my hair, drawing me towards her as she whispered my name. “Yes, Jake, that’s it. God, yes.”

I could sense her thighs vibrating against me, her breath coming in rough gasps as I worked her with my tongue. Her moans were increasing in volume, getting more urgent, and I could tell she was close. I inserted a finger into her, curling it just so, and she exploded with a scream, her body convulsing as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.

When she finally stopped talking, her hand descended to wrap around my cock, her eyes locking with mine. “Fuck me, Jake,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside me.”