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Sparklers explode all at once the moment you walk through the front doors of your home.
Your friends, along with your boyfriend, all come together to surprise you for a secret birthday party planned while you were busy away at work. Everyone, friends of his and yours practically yell at the top of their lungs startling you in your spot.
“Happy Birthday!”
“Oh my goodness, you guys!” You exclaim seeing all your friends circle around the kitchen island with an overly large birthday cake, and a few bottles of wine to accompany the tasty dessert.
“Happy birthday, babe,” your boyfriend brings you in for a kiss on the forehead which you graciously receive. After a long day of work, being greeted with the smiling faces of all your loved ones and a litter of birthday presents bundled atop the counter swells your heart with adoration in your chest.
You hadn’t expected much from this shitty day aside from a few gifts from your boyfriend and maybe a little Netflix and chill, but this was even better than you could’ve imagine.
“Come open your gifts!” One of your friend’s exclaim excitedly at the top of her lungs. Her face was shaded a rosy pink from how much unnecessary movement she was doing to ensure everything was picture perfect. Not a decoration or furniture out of place.
“Yeah, yeah, i’m coming,” you playfully roll your eyes setting down your work bag to round the corner with a contented sigh.
There were numerous boxes and paper wrapped gifts filling the counter to the brim. Much more than you could individually admire with how many are prepared all in dedication to you.
“You guys really outdid yourselves,” you suck in a breath unable to control the bright smile pulled on your lips. Your boyfriend walks around behind you placing a kiss on the back of your head while sliding his hands around to your slightly exposed midriff.
“Honestly, I don’t think we did enough.” He dramatically sighs resting his head on your shoulder prompting a giggle from you. This was just like him to be so overly concerned with the specifics. Truthfully, you didn’t care about the presents. Not even your birthday was that important to you, but spending the extra time, a special moment and occasion with someone you loved so dearly, you couldn’t be appreciative enough.
“Open mine first! I’m sure you’ll love it!” Your friend all but cheers garnering some admirable eyes from some of your friends.
“Relax Joyce. Give her some time to look things over,” someone reassures her to no avail. Very typical of your hyperactive friend.
“Did you get me anything,” you sarcastically whisper to your boyfriend still nestled firmly in the crook of your neck. He heaves out a breath smirking as he places a kiss against your neck.
“I did, babe. Did you want to see it first?” You hum tilting your head to the side pretending to think about the question you already have an answer to. Of course you wanted to open his first. He was your boyfriend after all, it’d be the least you could do to show him some appreciation.
“Well duh. Which one is yours?” You flick his forehead turning back to the array of presents. You wait for him to guide you to whichever one is his, but instead, he turns to your friends all watching you with endearing looks veiled over their faces.
“Everyone,” he speaks up causing you to quirk a brow, “give us a second to speak in private.” Confused, you look over at him across your shoulder, him giving everyone a knowing look as if he has something meticulous under his sleeves.
“Oh? What’s this?” You hum with a contagious smile. The kitchen steadily begins to empty as the guests make their way to the adjacent living room. Your boyfriend, grinning inconspicuously, slowly roams his hands to the front of your stomach dipping his fingers underneath your shirt.
You arch your brows at his hands feeling you up a little more than necessary in front of such a large group of people not too far off from where you’re standing.
“You want to have my present first?” He questions again. You roll your eyes, lightly breathing out a laugh as he places soft, wet kisses up your neck.
“I would like to, but you seem to have other plans.” You place your hands on top of his, rubbing his arms that are gradually moving up your stomach to your chest, finally landing on the fabric of your bra.
His body presses against yours from behind, grinding his hips against your ass in a pleasurable manner. “So, what is this present you have?” You ask wiggling your eyebrows.
You already have a brief idea where he was going with this with the way his hands are teasingly caressing the fabric of your bra kneading it in his fingers.
Carefully, he dips his fingers underneath the material to feel your bare breasts against his cold fingers. Tingles instantly spread from the chilly temperature of his skin clashing with the warmth radiating from yours.
He drops one hand to wrap against your belly and pulls you back leaving an extensive line of kisses up your neck.
“I’m sure you have a clue about what it is,” he rasps in a heavy voice, slowly turning you on. Your eyes dart to the living room making sure you had no unwanted witnesses, but that’s not a problem with your bustling friend stealing everyone’s attention with her unorthodox dance moves.
“She sure is lively,” you chuckle to yourself melting with the soft kisses being left on your body. Your boyfriend rolls his moistened tongue over your skin, the wet and warm feeling shuddering your body in pleasure.
He squeezes your breast in one hand fondling your nipple with his thumb and finger. You silently moan rubbing yourself against the evident erection straining against his pants.
“Too bad we can’t leave all these people to themselves. What type of hosts would we be?” You feign in an innocent voice garnering a laugh tumbling from your boyfriend who’s still showering you in kisses.
“You’re right,” he whispers lowly, dropping his hands down to your thighs where your shorts end. His hands rub your legs in a soothing manner, sliding in between your inner thighs to spread them apart.
“We can always do other things,” he mumbles against your skin in a seductive tone. Suddenly, you feel something oddly rough slowly slide between your parted thighs causing you to gasp in shock. The textured feeling of it glides between your legs until it’s poking out in front of you which you sneak a glance to look at, growing a wide smile on your face.
“Oh? So that’s what you want,” you mutter, bringing your hand to the head of his cock protruding from your thighs smothering him in your warmth. This would be a new experience.
Having dry sex with your boyfriend didn’t seem all too bad. Rather, it seemed incredibly daring and invitingly thrilling at the same time. You massage your thumb gently around the tip, teasingly pressing the flat of your finger to his quivering hole causing him to pull you closer against him with a pleased hum.
His hand in your shirt doesn’t leave its place, rolling and abusing your hardening nipples steadily growing from his fondling.
The sharp pains that shoot through your body is quickly replaced with pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your boyfriend pulls back and quickly thrusts forward slapping your skin together.
The noise that echoes in the kitchen is partly loud along with the unpleasant burn that spreads in your thighs from the lack of lubricant.
Still, the intensity of his rough humping was plenty enough to pull a groan from your lips. Again, he reels himself back, making sure to distract you by gently licking his tongue over your shoulder sucking on your skin, and curls his hips to you colliding your bodies together.
His arms around your stomach and underneath your shirt lower to your thighs to push them together as he leans in to your ear with erotic breaths fanning across your skin.
“Stay just like that for me,” he requests which you happily oblige, giving him the opportunity to steady himself by holding your hips and thrust forward in a noisily but silent manner.
Your body jostles forward each time he rocks himself to you chafing the sensitive and delicate skin of your legs overrun with painful stinging coiling down your thighs from his rough but undeniably pleasant humping.
A stifled moan builds in your chest as you bite down on your lip to prevent any sounds from coming out. Ravishing excitement courses in your veins soiling your panties in slick craving for him to rip off your shorts and bend you over the counter right now to fuck you senseless.
He picks up speed thrusting a few harsh times until you feel an abundance of something wet trickle down your legs. He slows his movements to a stop, breathing out a soft grunt holding your body against his to bury his nose in the crook your neck.
His cum absorbs into your jean shorts staining them a slightly dampened color. Grinning, you gently massage the exposed part of his dick with the pads on your fingers, sliding the sticky substance around your hand.
You a bring your spare hand back, running it through his soft strands of hair as he relieves himself in the soft warmth of your thighs. A laugh bubbles from your chest playing with a few strands of hair.
“I thought this was supposed to be my birthday present.” He places a kisses on your cheek, dipping his fingers partly in the front of your tight jeans, running them under the waistband as if contemplating whether or not he should lower them.
“I have something much more special planned for you. You’ll be begging for more later,” he alludes mysteriously jumping your heart in your chest. You were already leaking from the thought of being used mercilessly, all your holes being put to great use, but unfortunately you still had your party to celebrate.
A long lengthy party your friend worked extra hard planning for weeks. You didn’t want to upset her by calling it quits to do frivolous activities either.
“I’m looking forward to it,” you whisper lovingly, rubbing his dick between your thighs with your legs. He smiles at you as you swipe a finger over his spasming hole and lick your finger staring at him with intense eye contact.
You could feel the unadulterated lust just oozing off of him. The look in his eyes ready to pounce on you at a moments notice and you couldn’t wait for him to unleash his fruitful desire to brand you to his hearts content.
“Happy birthday,” he pulls back thrusting once more time with a coy expression drawn over his face.
Your eyes roll turning back to your friends. You couldn’t care less about your birthday, but what you were looking forward to was something else. Something more intimate and much more overwhelmingly pleasing.
That’s when things would really get started, and you were simply squirming in ecstasy at the thought.
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