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You had no idea how you ended up there... But you were nowhere near complaining. On the contrary, you were fascinated by the scene.
It all started as a normal day. Having a shitty job to pay the rent and try to get that student loan off your shoulders... You didn't have much time to have fun, but you still took every single chance you had to earn some extra coins, and that was when Mike Schmidt and his request for a babysitter appeared... Not as if he had been paying you, not as if you cared.
After being hurt at his job, Mike came home with a limp arm, covered in bandages and hanging from an old cloth that prevented it from moving around.
Abby was beyond worried for her brother, and you were kinda worried about him too. He was a big boy, he for sure could manage himself, even with a limp arm, but you couldn't let him move around like that... You just...
"I can drive Abby to school," you offered.
"Oh, no, don't worry... I-I'll just ask one of Abby's classmates' moms and..."
"I mean it. I can." You cut Mike off, not giving him any more time to deny your offering.
You got a small smile from him, a rare sight. But oh, what a sight...
A small, dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you saw his kind eyes, the ones that always gave him away, even if he furrowed his brow or had that perfectly 180⁰ line for a mouth, his eyes always told the truth.
"Okay..." He finally agreed.
Abby jumped and hugged you with excitement. The kid seemed to like you a lot, and spending more time with you just sounded like more fun to her.
"Okay, Abby, go change." Mike patted the little girl's back with his good hand, getting her to go upstairs.
"And I can make you breakfast, or lunch... I don't know what you have after sleeping, but-"
"You don't have to." He said, checking out the papers filled with the doctor's handwriting. Probably the pills he had to take for his pain.
"And I will go pick up those for you too."
Mike sighed. He did not have the energy for that today. You always had the desire to give him a break. Seeing him walking around with those tired eyes and his pale face... It just broke your heart.
He handed the prescriptions to you and nodded. "I will take a nap until you come back with those..." He started to walk upstairs, but first, he turned around and said, "I'm paying you the extra hours, as soon as I have the money."
Yeah, right. As if you cared about the money at all.
After dropping Abby at school, picking up the pills, and buying some groceries, you came back to the Schmidt's house.
You dropped the things on the main table and looked around. Mike was nowhere to be seen, so he must have been sleeping. He was so tired when he came to work, that his body was probably using more energy than usual to cure his wound.
That was good. He needed to rest, but he also needed his pills... What harm could it make if you just... Went upstairs and gave it to him.
You had been in Mike's room a few times, all while Abby was sleeping, of course. You liked to lay down on his bed, roll around, look at his things...
A bit creepy and stalker-ish? Maybe. But you were just in love with him... Very deeply.
And a part of you wanted to believe that he felt the same for you, to some extent. Those looks were not just because right? You remembered many times you caught him staring at you. Your face, your body...
That small glistening of desire that rocks your entire core.
You shook those thoughts away. You were helping him like a good... Friend? Employee? No, that was too cold for you. Let's just say a good person.
With the three blisters filled with pills and a fresh bottle of water, you went up to Mike's room.
But while walking down to his door, you started to hear his voice coming from the inside. He was grunting and heavy breathing.
Of course, as a good samaritan, you decided to sneak a peak at the crack he left open on his door to check if he was... Struggling in any way. He could probably have a hard time changing his clothes with a limp arm or... Something...
You could not kid yourself. In the back of your head, you knew what you wanted it to be, what you wanted those sounds to be.
It seemed like God had heard your prayers or that you were able to manifest hard enough for this to happen...
Mike was touching himself.
His pants were down to his knees, and his shirt was up to his chest, revealing those slightly toned abs... His hair was still wet from the shower he took as soon as he got home to clean off all the dust from his job and... and...
Fuck...
You bite your lip, noticing how the scene by itself could make you moan. Your hands started to sweat as your heartbeat raised to the speed of a mouse's.
You could feel how the bottle started to slip from your hand, but you just couldn't take your eyes away from him.
A loud "PLUNK" echoed in the house. He went silent, you covered your mouth with your free hand. Why did you have to be so fucking lustful?
Mike hadn't seen you yet, you could just turn around and pretend that you were still in the living room, like none of this had happened.
But... Could you? Really?
You wanted to help him after all, you wanted to help him to relieve some of that accumulated stress from work. To help him take out the frustrations of his shitty job, of not being able to live a normal life for a 25-year-old, of weighting the world on his shoulders...
This was your chance. You could do this. He would probably thank you anyway.
After taking a deep breath, and filling yourself with confidence, you open the door.
"You have only one good hand and you're going to use it for that?" You ask, embarrassing yourself with the cringiest, cockiest line that your mind could create.
"Shit!" He started to curse, as he covered himself with his sheets... They weren't doing much, you still could see his silhouette under them. "I... Fuck, I didn't know you- Oh, God..." A dark red crept on his cheeks, and his mouth only produced stutters. He was embarrassed beyond words.
You couldn't blame him, of course, being caught red-handed caused that on people.
"Relax..." You said, picking up the water bottle and leaving it on his nightstand, with the pills you got him. "Would you... Would you like some help with that?" A second after asking him, you realised you were drooling, as your mouth was drenched just by the thought.
He looked at you like you were an illusion, some erotic fever dream. Like a sexy sleep paralyses angel.
"I'm sorry... W-What?" He asked, trying to sit up on the bed.
You kneeled next to him. It wasn't the first time you were on his bed, but this time felt so... Different.
"I said..." You repeated, calmly. "Do you want my help?"
It was a wild question, of course. And he surely didn't expect it from someone he had pictured as a saint all this time.
"Y-Yeah, please..." He nodded with his mouth slightly open and his hazel eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.
You found it absolutely adorable and so enticing.
With a quick movement, those thin sheets got out of the way, so now nothing was standing between you and his body.
Well, your clothes, but there would be plenty of time for that.
You stared at him, at his body, which caused his face to blush, but when you looked down, his cock was twitching with anticipation, making you feel like some sort of sexual goddess, to be able to cause that without touching him.
Mike was panting, still sitting down on his bed, the first thing he did was pull you close from your t-shirt with his good hand and kiss you.
That kiss was a dream come true, you already had lost count of how many times you had fantasised about it, about how it would be. But of course, your wildest dreams fell short. Mike moved his mouth, opening and closing it with desperation. He needed that kiss, it was almost like he needed you.
Your hand trailed down over his stomach, getting a grasp of his firm, already hard cock. Still with your lips over his, you started to stroke up and down, giving a small touch to the tip from time to time. You could feel it throbbing on your hand, getting grunts from Mike's mouth.
His good hand went down to your wrist, stopping your movements so suddenly, that it made you pull away from the kiss, wondering what on earth could be so important to stop you.
You took a good look at him, his eyes dark with lust, his lips swollen and his breath was so heavy that you were actually worried about him.
"C-Could we do more than..." He panted. "More than a handjob?" He asked. "Please, I've... I've been wanting for a long time..."
You still didn't stop moving your hand. Of course, you could do more than a handjob, you would do whatever he wanted if he asked to.
"To have sex?" You asked, smiling mockingly at his desperation.
"To have you."
A rush of emotions crept over your body, from your lower stomach to your chest, exploding in a warm, fuzzy, pleasant arousal. Mike had just said what you wanted to hear him say for so long, ever since you started working for him.
You bit your lip, the fogginess that his words caused in your brain made it hard for you to answer immediately. "Tell me more." You ordered, looking at him with pupils so expanded that there was just a thin line of your iris to separate the sclera and the pupil.
Mike seemed confused by what you meant, he clearly was not expecting that. But when you took off your underwear and your t-shirt and sat on top of him with only your skirt on, he knew that his best option was to humour you.
He took his time to appreciate your body, his eyes stopping at your breasts and thighs, getting him to drool at the sight. "God, I- Fuck..." His mouth went directly to your breasts, kissing and biting around, teasing you until his tongue finally landed on your nipple. "You're so fucking beautiful..."
Mike's good hand squeezed your waist and went down to end up sneaking under your skirt and groping your ass. You could feel his cock against you, standing in between your folds, reacting to your every movement.
"I've been dreaming about this for months..." He said, his lips glued to your skin. "About how good you must feel... And God, this is even better." Mike started to rock your hips softly, stimulating you and him at the same time.
But there was something he said. Even if you didn't need to be convinced, it just made you want to fuck his brains out when you heard it.
"I was thinking about you before you came in..." He confessed, his eyes absolutely lost on your body.
"God, I want to fuck you so bad."
That made him look up at you. "Please, fuck me."
You looked at his eyes and blinked a few times. His puppy-dog eyes were full of desire, lust and desperation. He asked for it, right? He wanted you to fuck him. He said so. You heard right.
"Ride me until I'm dry." He added as if you needed any confirmation.
That made it clear, yeah.
"Aren't you an eager one?"
You were as lost in the moment as he was. The way he touched you as if he wanted more and more. His hunger for you only matched your desire to have him all for yourself, to get him to moan for you, grunting and moving you however he could with one hand.
With one hand, you grabbed his cock and moved your hips forward a little, teasing him a little before actually sliding his cock inside you. You couldn't help it, you let yourself fall completely on top of him, causing you both to moan loudly since none of you was expecting how good it felt.
"Fuck... You're so wet... And so tight..." Mike gritted, squeezing your hips even tighter, that will for sure leave marks later.
Your back curved back a little, trying to get accustomed to the feeling of his dick inside you. You grunted closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath.
"You okay?" Mike asked, noticing how you shut your eyes as if he was hurting you. You nodded, to let him know that you were okay... Very okay. "Can you... Can you move? Please...?"
That man was dying for you to ride him, that was undeniable, and the power that gave you made you feel on top of the world.
Well, you were on the top of the world... On top of your world, at least.
And you were riding it, even if your cowgirl technique wasn't the best, it was the intention that counts. Your hips swayed back and forth with the occasional up and down. Mike's cock was throbbing against your walls, hitting all the right spots while doing so.
Everything around you two was just a blur, the only thing that your mind could concentrate on was Mike moaning under you and the pleasure that his still sloppy thrusts were causing you.
"Fuck..." Mike gritted, licking his lips, something that felt quite useless since his mouth was parched. He was gripping your hips for his dear life, marking a certain rhythm that he wanted you to follow.
"Open wide." You ordered, one of your hands moved from Mike's chest to his face, squeezing him in place.
Mike obeyed, still not very sure of what you wanted to do with his predisposed mouth. But his eyes absolutely changed as a thread of drool fell abruptly from your mouth to his.
Mike accepted that spit like it was sacred wine.
And God, he seemed to have liked it a lot, because his hips started to thrust you in a rhythm that you were not used to. Feeling his cock filling and emptying you, over and over again got you moaning so loud that you were sure that the neighbours by now knew exactly what was happening in that room.
"Ah, Mike! Fuck!" You moaned, losing the ability to keep your back straight, your chest fell against Mike's, pressing your tender breasts against his pecs.
"That's it, baby." He whispered in your ear, biting your lobe so softly, sending thrills down your spine. "You're taking it so well... Just a little more..."
His voice came out husky and almost breathless, the definition of all your wet dreams coming true. Mike's mouth got lost in your neck, biting, licking, enjoying the salty taste of your skin against his lips.
"Fuck, I'm... I'm about to-" You knew he was, his breath and his thrusts were accelerating to a speed that could not mean anything else.
"Yes! Do it! C'mon, fill me up. I want to feel every drop of it." You begged, as breathless as he was.
"God... I will... I will fill you up so good. Leave you dripping on me..." Mike's voice came out so lustful, dripping in desire.
It was just a matter of time until you felt his warm seed being shot into you, thrust inside deeper and deeper.
"Fuck..." He mouthed, stopping your movements with a tighter squeeze on your hip.
"That felt... Amazing..." Your voice came so dreamy, it felt like a love confession of sorts. "You felt amazing..." You praised Mike, getting an adoring look from his beautiful eyes.
You got off of him and laid right next to him on the bed. You stretched your arm to take the tissue box that was on his nightstand, trying to wipe the mess that was made on your inner thighs.
"What are you doing...?" He asked, turning his head to look at you.
"Cleaning myself up?" You answered, even if it came out sounding like a question.
"But we are not done yet..."
"What do you-? Haven't you-?" You blabbered, feeling really confused.
"Yes, but you didn't..." That hungry look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know about his true intentions. "Hop on, sweetheart. My hand may be broken but my face is still comfortable enough to sit and my tongue works just fine...."