A Siren in the Night

I barely even remember getting home. The rest of the workday had been a blur. Sally had joked about me really earning that raise, she couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked this well-used. For once, I didn’t have a witty comeback. All I could think about was how much it felt like she was right. But why? Wasn’t I supposed to be the one showing Saoirse what fucking was all about? I had been in control from start to finish, right? But that final, parting kiss… I’m still getting weak in the knees thinking about it.

Her lips finally release mine, trailing a shining strand of spit between our panting mouths. Even after the powerful orgasm her ass had squeezed from me, I’m somehow hard and throbbing again inside her. Oh her ass feels good, and she squeezes it around me as she smiles, her eyes twinkling with mischief as mine widen with amazement. I want more, more of her, but she denies me. “I’d love to go again, Kellan, but I’m afraid you’ve left me a bit sore. Now, if you’ll please collect your things and be on your way, I need to make some arrangements with the cleaning staff.”

How? How has she done this to me? My plan to fuck my way through the office had been thrown entirely out the window. All I could think about was her. Her face, her body, her voice, how fucking good she’d felt. I kept anxiously watching my messenger app as the day went on, hoping to see another summons from her, but nothing. Just before leaving I’d sent a message – instantly regretted – asking if she wanted to grab coffee on her way out. She didn’t even read it.

So now I’m lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling like a pining teenager. I heave a heavy sigh while Bagel chirps and rolls around the floor in a catnip haze. I’m about to get up and join him in his chemically induced euphoria when my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Rolling over to grab it, my eyes go wide and my heart pounds as I read the message.

My asshole is still so sore. I can’t stop touching it.

I struggle to control my breathing, my mind spinning. My thumbs move over the keys almost on instinct, and I wince as I send off the lamest possible reply.

How did you get my number?

I curse myself and am just about to send a followup when her response comes through.

I have everyone’s number my dear

Oh my, it seems there’s still a bit of you left inside me. Should I taste it?

What? Is this really the bashful girl I met with this morning? The one who’d never even seen a naked man before? Where is this coming from? My mind casts about for something to say, but she beats me to it.

Mmmmmm I love it. I want more.

Do you have more for me?

I gasp. I can’t help it. It’s like she’s reached inside my pants and squeezed me with those soft little hands of hers. I’m painfully hard, the delicious discomfort of my erection making it impossible to think, but I have to say something.

There’s as much as you want, if you think you’re ready for it

Ok. Here we go. I’m still bewildered and breathing hard, but I’m getting some control back. I need to keep going, get some momentum, but she’s too quick.

Promises promises

I’ve been ready for longer than you know, and now I want it all

Are you hard for me?

Fffuuck. It’s such a simple, basic sext, but coming from her… I imagine her face, her voice, I can almost feel her breath on my cheek. My cock twitches. I have **** but to answer directly.

I can’t remember ever being this hard

Is that true? It might be. I’ve done a lot of things with a lot of people, but something about this woman is touching me in a way no one else has. I stop myself from whimpering at the feeling of my phone buzzing again.

Oh dear, if only I could do something to help

I imagine it’s quite hot as well. And leaking.

I wish I’d tasted it today

That catches me off guard. Just a hint of vulnerability, of hesitation. I’m starting to feel warm all over. Kellan you are not allowed to have a crush stop this right now.

Why didn’t you?

There’s a noticeable pause, and I give her time. It gives me just a moment to get my breathing under control, but my cock is still twitching with need, and it jumps at the next buzz.

I was caught in my fear and shame about my body. I still haven’t worked out how I really feel about it.

But you banished my fear, Kellan. You freed me.

I smile, my heart soaring. I’m in the middle of typing out something reassuring when she sends another message that makes me groan with desire

Now I just wish I’d taken it all, felt and tasted all of that lovely cock in my mouth

Oh no. Oh no I’m touching myself now I can’t help it. I can’t text with one hand, not fast enough at least. She comes back again.

I don’t know if I would have been able to get it all in, though. Not without some rather… forceful help from your strong hands.

Oh jesus. I’m throbbing now, painfully hard, **** to live out this fantasy she’s describing. I pull my hand away before I make myself come by accident. I manage to get a reply in.

Do you like it forceful?

I know I can do better than this. I know I can sext with more finesse, more seductive guile. But she’s made it impossible for me to focus. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this, when have I ever—

I think I do. I think I want you to **** me open at both ends and make me take every last drop of cum you have. I want it hard and rough and I don’t want you to stop even if I beg.

"AH!" I just felt a little spurt in my pants. With heavy breaths and trembling hands I somehow find the resolve to respond.

I’ll use one hand to hold down both of yours and the other to pull your hair as I **** you on my length

That’s more like it. I can barely contain myself. The partial orgasm she somehow drew out of me with her words alone is bubbling over into a full eruption. Just the sensation of my pants against my cock is nearly enough to push me over the edge.

Oh Kellan

Keep going

How will you use my fragile little body

Here we are. I know what to do now.

I’ll make you take every ounce of the desire you’ve made me feel

I’ll make you take more than you think you can

I’ll take you right to the edge of unconsciousness

And then I’ll take you in my arms and stroke your hair

Your cheek

I’ll whisper in your ear that you’re such a good girl, I’ll always take care of you my lovely little Saoirse

The longest pause yet.

Will you call me a good girl again if I eat my own cum?

FUCK! My hand is around my cock, pumping me through a breath-stopping orgasm. I’m gasping, groaning, moaning her name, filling my pants with an obscene amount of cum. Once thought and action are possible again I use my clean hand to slowly type out a reply.

You’re such a good girl, Saoirse

My heart is just starting to slow down when my phone buzzes again.

I taste almost as good as you

Do you want to taste it too?

And now my stomach is full of butterflies. I can feel the blush in my cheeks. I can’t even find the will to chide myself.

Can I make you dinner first?

I smile as she sends her quickest reply of the night

It’s a date