We kept kissing aggressively. His strong hands gripped my waist. My weak hands gripped his hair.
Nobody saw us. We don't want to start a conversation because we both know this is fucked up. He broke the kiss and he switched his eyes to the janitor's door and me. He smirked.
This is so fucked up. Two enemies kissing each other and about to have sex in the janitor's room...?
As we hid in the janitor's room, the door closing behind us with a soft click, I could feel the tension between us growing. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I knew that we both wanted the same thing.
The room is small.
He stepped closer to me, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it sent shivers down my spine. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the hardness of his body against mine.
Our lips met again, this time with a hunger that I had never felt before. His tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and I could feel his hands roaming my body.
His fingers traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, his hands gripping my ass, and I could feel myself getting hard. I wanted him, and I could tell that he wanted me too.
His hands moved up my body, sliding under my shirt, and I could feel his fingers on my skin. He traced the curve of my chest, teasing my nipples, and I let out a soft moan. I could feel his erection pressing against me, and I wanted to feel him inside of me.
I reached down, my hand sliding into his pants, and I could feel his hardness in my hand. He let out a low groan, and I could feel his body tense up. I stroked him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, and I could feel him getting harder in my hand.
He pulled my shirt off, his lips finding my neck, and I could feel his teeth grazing my skin. I let out a soft moan, my body arching against his. He pushed me back against the wall, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh.
I reached down, unbuttoning his pants, and I could feel his hardness spring free. He slid my pants down, his fingers finding my wetness, and I let out a soft moan. He slid a finger inside of me, and I could feel myself getting wetter.
He slid another finger inside of me, his thumb circling my entrance, and I could feel myself getting closer. I wanted him inside of me, and I could tell that he wanted the same thing. He pulled his fingers out, his hand gripping my ass, and he lifted me up.
I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness pressing against my entrance. He slid inside of me, filling me completely, and I let out a soft moan. He began to move, his body thrusting against mine, and I could feel myself getting closer.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, and I could feel him getting deeper inside of me. I could feel my body tensing up, my breath coming in short gasps, and I knew that I was close. He thrust harder, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel myself falling over the edge.
I let out a soft cry, my body convulsing around him, and I could feel him tensing up. He let out a low groan, his body shuddering, and I could feel him coming inside of me. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, before he slowly pulled out of me.
As we continued to explore each other's bodies, I could feel him becoming more aggressive. He spun me around, pushing me against the wall, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass. He spanked me, the sound echoing through the small room, and I let out a soft gasp.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and I could feel his breath on my neck. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, and I nodded, unable to speak. He spanked me again, harder this time, and I let out a soft moan.
He reached around, his hand finding my throat, and I could feel him squeezing gently. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, and I found myself getting harder. He slid his other hand down my body, finding my erection, and he began to stroke me in time with his choking.
I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing up, and I knew that I was close. He must have sensed it too, because he released my throat, his hand moving to cover my mouth. "I want to hear you scream my name," he whispered in my ear, "but we can't let anyone hear us."
I nodded, understanding, and he began to move faster. His hand was a blur on my erection, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. He spanked me again, and I let out a muffled scream into his hand.
He slid inside of me again, his movements rough and urgent. I could feel him filling me completely, and I let out a soft moan. He began to move, his body thrusting against mine, and I could feel myself getting closer.
His hand tightened on my mouth, muffling my moans, as he continued to thrust into me. I could feel his body tensing up, and I knew that he was close too. He spanked me again, and I let out a muffled scream, my body convulsing around him.
He let out a low groan, his body shuddering, as he came inside of me. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, before he slowly pulled out of me.
I could feel Ares becoming more dominant. He pushed me down onto my knees, his erection towering in front of my face. "Clean it off," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide, and he smirked. "You heard me," he said, his hand finding the back of my head. "Now be a good boy and clean it off."
I opened my mouth, taking him in, and I could taste the salty sweetness of his cum. I began to move, my mouth sliding up and down his length, and I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair, and I knew that he was enjoying it.
He began to move, his hips thrusting forward, and I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn't stop. He kept going, his hands guiding my head, and I could feel myself getting closer.
"Fuck, you're good at this," he groaned, his body tensing up. "I'm gonna come again."
I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing up, and I knew that he was about to come. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come in my mouth, but he had other plans. He pulled out, his hand finding his erection, and he began to stroke himself.
I watched, my eyes wide, as he came all over my face. I could feel the warm, sticky liquid on my skin, and I knew that I looked like a mess. But I didn't care. I felt alive, and I wanted more.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, and he smirked. "Say you hate me,"
"I hate you"
His hand found my face, and he slapped me.
"I fucking hate you"
"My little whore," he growled, and I found myself getting harder at his words.
He told me to dress him, and I did as I was told, my hands shaking with desire. I pulled up his boxers, then his pants, and I zipped him up. I didn't want to say anything, afraid of ruining the moment, and he seemed to sense my hesitation.
"Good," he said, his thumb finding my mouth. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire, and he smirked. "You're a natural," he said.
Well yeah, I lost my virginity to a librarian. I don't know how old is he. He is probably an old man. A hot one.
He left. He just left. Fucking left. Not even aftercare?
I watched Ares leave, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was hurt, and confused, and yet, I still wanted more. I loved the way he had taken control, the way he had used me, and I found myself craving more of his touch.
I looked down at myself, my body covered in his cum, and I knew that I needed to clean up. I found some paper towels and did my best to clean myself off, my mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.
I couldn't believe that I had let him treat me like that, but at the same time, I had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed the way he had taken control, the way he had made me feel. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and I found myself craving more of his touch.
As I got dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. Would he want to see me again? Would he want to continue this? I didn't know, but I found myself hoping that he did.
I left the janitor's room, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew that whatever happened next, my life would never be the same again.
But as I thought about Ares, about the way he had made me feel, I knew that I didn't want to go back. I wanted to move forward, to explore this new side of myself, and I wanted to do it with him.
I just hoped that he felt the same way.