Friends with Benefits

Ten.

"Take it all the way down your throat." Tyler groaned. I stuck out my tongue as I allowed his entire cock into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. His moans turned me on despite still being drunk and furious with him. "Get on the bed." He commanded. I wiped my spit from my mouth with the back of my hand. I flopped my body onto the bed. A sharp sting on the inside of my thigh brought my attention to Tyler biting me.

"No biting!" I pushed his head away. His eyes darted to mine. I'm not allowed to tell him what to do when he's in charge and I'm in trouble. "Oww!" I cried out as his teeth sunk into my thigh in the same spot. His hand slapped the bite, stinging the skin even worse. He slid his cock into me with ease. Sucking him always made me dripping wet. The way he played with my hair and moaned my name was sensual and lustful. This felt different. He kept himself straight up on his knees. His thrusts were slow and deep. He didn't say a word. He didn't moan or groan like he usually did. He just kept his eyes on me. He brought his thumb to my clit. The intense silence, no smile and the stare turned me on. The orgasm was building. "Can I cum, sir?" I watched him nod his head. The orgasm was so powerful that I could feel my walls contracting around his cock. He dropped his head at the feeling but kept up with the continuous slow thrusts. I blinked back and forth between his cock and his eyes. Asking for permission to cum would have made him close. My pussy clenching tighter around him would have made him cum. I cleared my throat. "Are you—"

"I can't cum." He interrupted quietly.
"Wh-why not?"
"I'm drunk."
"Fuck my ass." I suggested, raising my eyebrows at him. He shook his head.
"That'll take too long. I need to cum now."
"Cum on my face." I raised my eyebrows at him again. He lowered himself to me, groaning.
"Just you saying that would have worked." He whined. I could tell he was getting frustrated.
"Can you fuck me harder, please. Sir." I held my legs open wider. Again, he was quiet as he slammed his cock into me. I moaned like a porn star. I asked permission for it to be harder again. I moaned his name in his ear. I begged for him to cum in my pussy. I bit his shoulder. I asked to cum again. He continued to be silent. He only nodded his head. I wiped sweat from his forehead. I watched an idea pop into his head, bringing a smile to his face.

"Kiss me."
"No."
"Sarah, please. I'm drunk. I need to cum."
"No." I snarled. His hand slapped my outer thigh. He kept his cock inside of me but stopped his thrusts. I tried not to react to the angry skin.
"You got jealous."
"So? I'm not kissing you."
"Please." He begged. His eyes lost the fire. He looked into my eyes deeper than ever before. My breathing became sharp.
"Fine." I hissed. He dropped himself to his elbows. He was now soft inside of me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My chest tightened. It felt like the car ride from the party again. Only this time, Tyler was looking at me like a lost puppy. I barely started nodding my head when his lips connected with mine. His hands cupped each side of my face. He started a rhythm of slow pecks until his tongue tickled my bottom lip for entrance. The tips of our tongues met between pecks. I couldn't feel my angered rage anymore. He was actually a really good kisser. He kept his hands on the sides of my face. We kissed each other deeper. I felt him growing inside of me. His slow thrusts helped his cock wake up even more. I moaned into the kiss, pulling his body to me closer. The kiss was passionate and raw. He kept his lips on mine as he moaned.
"Fuck..fuck..oh, my god." He whispered as he broke apart the kiss to drop his head to my neck. His cock pulsed inside of me. "I told you..I would cum." He panted. He lifted his head to see me force a smile and giggle.

We got cleaned up in a shower together. I got my buzz back from drinking beer as we watched Boondock Saints. I knew Tyler wasn't going to go home tonight. With how awkward I was acting during the shower and watching the movie, I was starting to hope he would willingly offer to take an Uber home. But he didn't. He insisted on wearing only a pair of my sweatpants. I got dressed into a big T-shirt that covered my whole body. I didn't bother putting on any underwear.
The credits started scrolling on the screen. I pretended to yawn to sneak a look at Tyler. He was fast asleep. I dropped my shoulders miserably. My eyes were watching the credits but my head was screaming. Why did he use the reason of me being jealous to kiss me? Did he like kissing me? Would he want to kiss me again? The sound of Tyler snoring brought me back from my thoughts. He turned onto his side and wrapped an arm around my waist. I froze, waiting for him to realize he was cuddling. I nudged him gently.

"Tyler." I whispered. "Tyler."
"Hmm?" He grunted.
"You're cuddling." I poked the tattooed arm. He chuckled, still keeping his eyes closed.
"And you got jealous." I scoffed at him, pushing his arm off of me. "Stop! I'm sleeping!" His words were whiny and elongated. He won the scuffle by bringing his arm back onto me and his body even closer. "Don't make me kiss you again."
"Oh!!" I yelled out angrily. He laughed loudly, shielding himself from my pathetic punches and attempts at tickling him. I don't know how he ended up between my legs and holding down my arms but the mischievous facial expression he had sent shivers throughout my entire body. He gradually brought his face closer to me.

"You want me to kiss you again, don't you?" His voice was raspy. It made me hold my breath. I shook my head sharply. He grazed his lips across my cheeks, lips and nose. "I felt you. You wanted it." He trailed little pecks from my neck to forehead. It infuriated me. I wiggled an arm free to push him away by his chest. The hand he used to hold my arm down went straight to his cock as he aligned himself to me.
"You are a fucking—" The intense thrust of his cock inside of me interrupted the words. He held down my arm and brought his lips close to mine again. The way he slowly licked his lips so they would graze mine made my legs shake and inhale sharply. A smirk curled his lips. He kept his body and his lips close to me. Our eyes locked onto each other. "Are you going to actually cum this time?" I whispered angrily. He let out a sarcastic chuckle. Before I could say anything else, his hand covered my mouth. I rolled my eyes at him. He sped up and deepened the thrusts. I moaned into his hand and called him things that I knew he would hate. He moved his hand from my mouth to my throat. His moans got louder as I felt his cock pulsing inside of me.

"Happy Saint Patrick's Day." He taunted me with his tone. I sighed deeply. I kept my eyes on him while he stumbled to the bathroom. I won't bring up what his sister told me. Again. It's none of my business. It would only annoy him. I just really hope this chick he's seeing knows what he's doing behind her back.

Me.