Who You Think About in Bed

Matt's POV:
Every stitch of clothing was torn rapidly away from our bodies. Neither one of us could control our hands from touching each other all over. Not like we'd want to anyways.
If I was being honest I'd have to admit this isn't the reaction I thought I'd receive. However I'm thrilled everything is turning out this way instead of the way I'd pictured it would. Maybe I wasn't the only who had been keeping desires to myself.
Our lips meet again. There's no hesitation as our tongues clash together battling for dominance. It isn't long before I win though I don't wave my victory around. Choosing instead to dive further into the kiss exploring every crevice of this glorious mouth.
"Please. I need you inside me." The begging tone of voice couldn't be ignored.
In a moment of doubt I question. "Is this your first time?"
"No but I've always pictured it was you." This answer surprised me. I had no idea. A smile twitches across my lips.
"Get into position." I demand. Without question the order is obeyed.
I'd be lying if I said that the sight before my eyes didn't make me want to immediately blow my load. Reaching out my hands knead the wonderfully flesh globes.
My left hand continues to touch as I pull my right away then swiftly deliver a smack. I smooth over the skin before I grant another harder slap. My ears are greeted by a moan.
I switch to my left hand repeating the process. I stop only after there is a satisfying shade of red swept across both cheeks.
"Just fuck me already." Pleaded a panting voice.
I couldn't deny that request any longer. It dawns on me that I hadn't foreseen this outcome so I don't have any lube.
As if reading my mind. "Just use spit."
It's my turn to moan as my cock is taken all the way down the throat in one go. Holy fuck! I think to myself. It amazes me seeing as I'm not packing a small dick.
The mouth pulls back but only some. Our eyes meet. I shake my head letting it be know there's no need for the apologetic look being given.
"Make it quick." I reluctantly say.
Once satisfied I'm coated enough the mouth pulls away with a pop. A smile tugs up the corners.
"There will be time for more of that later." This was stated as an absolute fact.
Turning around we get back into our positions. I have to take a second to cease my shaking hands. Once they've stopped I spread the ass cheeks revealing the puckered entrance. Collection some spit in my mouth then I let it loose directly below. I wouldn't want to cause anything but pleasure.
Other POV:
I had fantasized about Matt for as long as I could remember. Even more so about Matt fucking me that horse cock of his. Of course because of who I was I could never say a word for fear of the consequences.
It seemed I wasn't the only one who'd been dreaming about this. I wasn't kidding when I said we could get back to the blow job later. Now that I had Matt I damn sure wasn't letting go any time soon.
Feeling the tip of his member inside me was in fact a dream coming true. One I honestly thought I'd take to my grave with me. I was intent to make the most of all that Matt chose to give me.
I push my hips back hoping to encourage him to give me more of that delicious dick. Slowly, and if you asked me deliberately, he grants me my wish inch by achingly sluggish inch. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I feel his balls flush against my ass signaling he's fully inside me.
"Fuck me goddammit!" I didn't mean to scream but I couldn't take this leisurely pace any longer.
Matt's hands grab my hips pounding into me. I thrust backwards meeting him. We set a vicious pace.
The room is filled with our groans of pleasure. As well as the distinct smell of sweat and bodies most call "the smell of sex." More than anything else is the frantic noise only skin hitting skin could make.
I could barely think. All I wanted was for this to last forever. The bliss of knowing Matt was mine if only for this moment was taking me up that cliff. I knew with out a single solitary doubt the fall in orgasm would be the best I'd ever experienced.
His left arm wraps around my waist. I feel my head being tugged toward him. Matt's hot breath against my ear causes me to shiver. I'm so close to the edge.
"Don't cum until I fucking tell you to." He growls. Which only makes holding off that much more difficult.
Matt plows into me harder than I knew was possible. His hand pulls my hair. He gives a slight nod then crashes his lips to mine.
I feel his cock shooting his cum inside me. Matt swallows the scream of my climax. I'm spent completely. He continues to thrust into me until he is sure that he's gotten every molecule of pleasure for both of us.
The bus door could be heard opening with its creaky hinges. We share an oh shit look and can only listen making sure to be absolutely silent as we track footsteps growing ever nearer to where we are. Those steps stop exactly in front of the door. We both hold our breath watching the doorknob turn.
The door opens standing on the other side is. . .

Notes

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