thinking about sitting in mark’s lap making out, feeling his dick get hard with his tongue in my mouth 🤤🤤🤤
You’re not watching the movie that Johnny put on an hour ago before he passed out, leaving you and Mark to your own devices. That mostly meant finishing off the last few beers and giggling your way through sentences. But somehow over the last hour this turned into you sitting on Mark’s lap with your hands in his hair as you kissed.
Even as explosions sound on the TV behind you, you don’t pull away.
Mark moans, his hands under your shirt on your back, and he slips his tongue inside your mouth as he shifts beneath you.
That’s when you feel it. A hard bulge that he grinds for a moment against you before his hips sink back down and Mark groans again, pressing his mouth harder against yours.
You make a soft noise, not quite yet a moan but it’s well on its way there.
You move around, placing your knees somewhere more comfortable, spreading your legs a bit more so you sink down right perfectly against where Mark is getting hard.
He groans as you drag your hips over him, slowly while you suck on his tongue.
“Mark.” You sigh his name, throwing your head back so you can catch your breath without him trying to kiss you some more. You roll your hips, feel him tighten his hold on you, and maybe it’s the alcohol buzzing through your veins or just the need to get off after like two weeks without an orgasm, but you twist your fingers in his hair and guide his mouth to your throat while you grind down on him repeatedly.
And you love the way Mark’s lips feel on your throat, soft and warm, wet and hungry. He doesn’t make much of a sound but you can feel his delicate moans and sighs with his lips on your skin.
He gets harder and harder, tries to buck up against you but you sit down on him, press him into the cushions of the sofa. The ambient lighting of the TV screen casts a bluish purple glow over Mark, and as he looks up at you with wide eyes, breathless and in awe of you taking control of him, you know that you’re not stopping.
You swoop down to kiss him again, and Mark opens up quickly. Making out with Mark is great and sweet and fun and the perfect way to keep his sounds silent as you grind on him.
The layers of clothes between you are almost non-existent he’s so hard. You smile when he whimpers and his hips jump up. It’s your goal tonight to make Mark cum in his pants from dry humping. Maybe after that you’ll suck him off, get him hard again and ride him. Hopefully by then Johnny will still be out or at least will be too drunk still to interrupt this pleasure that you and Mark are taking from each other.
Mark whines as you roll your hips right on his dick, dragging your hips over the entirety of his length before you pause at his tip and circle your hips, teasing him through two layers of denim and one pair of underwear. You can already feel that you’re probably going to be making a mess of your jeans too, but you don’t care. You know Mark will be embarrassed and cute about it once you can make him cum.
He drops his head back, panting and whining. His hands go to your hips, not as if to guide you but rather to just have something to hold on to, and breathlessly he says, “You feel so good. Oh, mmm.” Mark’s eyes flutter shut, his fingers digging into your hips as you circle your hips right down on his bulge.
“Are you going to cum, Mark? You going to cum just from a little dry humping and making out?” You bounce a little and then grind down, and Mark groans and licks his lips, trying to grind back up to meet your moves but you press down on him, pushing his hips flat into the cushions.
You tsk your tongue at him and lean forward to press your mouth to his ear, where you whisper, “God, Mark. I want you to cum for me. You’re so hard, you feel so big and I want to see you make a mess for me.”
Mark whimpers, his hands pressing on your body as you drag your hips back and forth over his clothed erection.
“Come on, Mark. Cum for me. Be good.” You pant and let out your own moans in his ear.
Mark swears under his breath and then he goes rigid, his cock twitching under you as he gasps and moans, pumping his jeans and underwear full of his cum.
“Cute.” You kiss his cheek as he comes down, stroke his hair, and slowly you continue grinding on him. You haven’t cum yet, but you have other plans, so as you sink to your knees in front of him as the credits on the movie begin to roll, you know you’ve got more time tonight to have fun with Mark.
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