Our Dirty Little Secret

Tuli

I awoke to a bright light, my eyes unwillingly blinking open. The sun shining through the window blinded me, and I groaned and turned away, squinching my eyes shut.

I pulled my blanket over me, trying to fall back asleep, when I realized the blanket over my naked body was not my own.

As my eyesight returned, I opened them slowly, giving myself a bearing on my surroundings.

And then images from last night flashed before my eyes, and I realized I had been sleeping in a stranger’s room.

I jolted upright, panicking as I looked around the room frantically.

There were dozens of old rock band posters on the walls, from Guns ’N Roses to Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd to Led Zeppelin.

The bed covers, I noticed, were plain black.

Whoever’s room it was, he had a love for dark colors. His walls were white, but all the posters, pictures, whatever else he had, were dark.

My eyes caught on a piece of paper next to the bed, with neat handwriting scrawled across it.

Tentatively, I reached out for the little slip, and read the note left for me.

Good morning my little damsel. When you are fully awake, why don’t you throw on a t-shirt of mine and head downstairs. They’re in the dresser right next to you. Top drawer.

And maybe just the t-shirt? ;)

By the way, I heard you moan something last night in your sleep. Is Mr. Mysterious supposed to be my nickname? Maybe if I get to have a little more fun with you, I’ll tell you my real name.

Don’t keep me waiting too long, cutie.

I flushed brightly. Turned on and annoyed. I tore the paper in two, tossing it onto the floor grumpily, then reached for one of his t-shirts.

I was about to grab my panties and shorts from off the floor, when I realized they were not there. Neither was my bra. I scoured the entire room, all to no avail. Grr...

I thought to myself glowering at the door. Sneaky bastard.

I went through his drawers until I came across his boxers. I pulled a pair of black ones on, grinning mischievously. “Thinks he’s so smart,” I murmured, “two can play at this game.”

I slipped on his Guns ’N Roses T-shirt and headed for the door. As I left the room, I looked around me.

The walls of the hallway were bare, save for the couple of pictures I assumed to be of family members. So he lives here? The room I was in must have been his.

I continued to ask myself these questions only he could answer, trumping down the stairs, making my way to the living room. I was shocked to see the place was spotless.

No spilled beer, no empty cans or crumpled cups. Even the couches were in perfect order. No rumpled signs to prove that last night was a total rager.

And I somehow slept through it too…

The scent of pancakes and bacon wafted in front of my nose, and my stomach growled in response. Mouth watering, I followed the smell into the kitchen, and was shocked to see what was before me.

Butt-naked, and I mean butt-naked, was Mr. Mysterious, cooking bacon and eggs at the stove.

I was practically drooling, this time at the sight of the gorgeous man standing before me.

Shamefully, my eyes strayed from his buttocks up his back and shoulder blades to the back of his neck, where his nest of tangled hair covered what appeared to be a tattoo, just barely peeking out.

I wanted to ask, but I kept quiet when I realized he knew I was in the room. His back was turned to me, but it was like he sensed I was there anyways, ogling his fit, muscular body. “Please, have a seat,” he said politely, gesturing to the table.

Embarrassed, I got caught, I sat at the table behind him, squeezing my legs together and crossing my arms over my tits.

Though I was wearing his t-shirt, my breasts were jiggling around freely and my nipples were stiff, practically poking through.

So I kept my arms over my breasts, watching him shyly as he cooked.

Not much later, he set down a plate of warm food in front of me, as well as a glass of orange juice. My mouth watered, but I sat still, waiting for him to sit down with his own food.

He sat down across from me with an amused look on his face. I blushed furiously and focused on my food, shoveling a forkful into my mouth.

I heard the scrape of another fork against a plate, and I knew he was eating too. Even so, I felt his eyes on me, staring me up and down, as if he were undressing me with his eyes.

I continued to eat my food in silence, staring down at my plate instead of giving him the satisfaction of seeing my flushed face.

I heard him clear his throat and looked up to meet his gaze. He was grinning back at me, chewing quietly on the bit of food in his mouth. When he finally swallowed, he spoke up.

“You were checking me out, weren’t you? I'm disappointed to see you decided not to come downstairs in just a t-shirt.”

I looked away, my face brighter than before. “Yeah, well, I don’t walk around my house butt-naked.” I refused to answer his question, hoping he wouldn’t mention it again.

He tugged lightly on a long lock of my auburn hair, making me look into his eyes, dark with lust.

“That's too bad. But don’t think I’m done with you. And as much as I love how you look wearing my boxers, I want them off.”

He winked at me, and smiling suspiciously, slid out of his chair and under the table.

I craned my neck to see what he was up to. “What are you…oh!”

I squealed as he grasped my ankles, splaying my legs wide open. I looked down to see his head between my legs, and a grin sprouting across his face.

He grasped the hem of his boxers I was wearing, and yanked them down in one swift motion.

I barely uttered a sound before his fingers sought my opening, slick and somewhat wet from the sight of his nakedness earlier.

I bit my lip and let out a breath as the pad of his thumb rubbed my clit in a circular motion, drawing out mews of pleasure from deep within me.

My hands reached out and tugged on his dark brown, shaggy curls, spreading my legs and growing wetter from the intrusion of his fingers.

He dipped a finger inside my entrance, wiggling softly before sliding two fingers deep inside me. I tilted my head back and sighed in pleasure, my pussy contracting tightly around his fingers.

He curled his fingers inside me, rubbing up against my g-spot. I began to moan with need as he moved his fingers inside me, in and out and in and out again, finger fucking me slowly.

Without me noticing, he leaned down and his thumb was replaced with his tongue, rubbing it over my sensitized clit.

I found myself writhing beneath him as my fingers gripped his hair tightly.

He continued to torture me with his tongue and fingers, assaulting my wet pussy until I was close to climax. Just as I was about to come, he withdrew his fingers. I whined in frustration.

“Oh god, if you’re gonna do that again, why don’t you just make me come?” I whimpered.

He smiled. “Then it wouldn’t be as much fun to show you all the stuff I can do.”

With that, he grabbed me by my thighs and hoisted me up, turning around and setting me down on the table. He leaned over me and smirked. “Do you know what I’m gonna do now?” “What?” I whimpered softly.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Pound your tight little cunt right here, right now.”

I blushed as he leaned over me and produced another condom packet out of nowhere. I stared up at him, wide-eyed and anxious to feel him inside me.

He stared back as he ripped open the foil packet and slowly slid the condom down his bulging length.

In the blink of an eye, he was inside me, his cock stretching me open and filling me. I cried out softly, feeling him throb.

He placed his hands on either side of my head, leaning down to kiss me as he eased out of me slowly, before pounding his member hard and deep.

I cried out and curled my hands in his hair while my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and filling me even deeper, the head of his shaft rubbing up against my womb.

“Fuck, Tuli. You’re so wet. So wet and so tight. I love fucking you,” he murmured, continuously withdrawing and plunging into my slick entrance.

With each thrust, he was harder, faster, and deeper, making me contract around him tightly and forcing moans and whimpers out of my mouth.

Mr. Mysterious plundered me.

My mind was fuzzy and my body numb. I felt his shaft rub up against my walls while the head of his cock continuously hit my womb.

Each thrust and hit of his head on my womb sent a spike of pleasure through me, pushing me higher and higher.

I clenched down on his cock as I begged him for more, meeting his hips with my own every time he thrust.

His mouth was on my breasts again, and his fingers sought out my clit once more, teasing my breasts with his mouth and my bundle of nerves with his fingers.

I was on the verge of coming. I was close. I was panting and whimpering underneath him. He sensed it, groaning at the feeling of my pussy continuously contracting around him. “Come for me, Tuli.”

At his words, I was over the edge. I came hard and fast, crying out while my hands tugged hard on his hair, yanking his head down.

I continued to squeeze his member, and he soon followed suit, crying out my name as he came. He collapsed on top of me, groaning as his seed spilled out.

I stroked his hair as we both came down from our high, lying in the aftermath of bliss.

Moments later, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the table as he lifted off me, hovering over me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Stroking your hair? Am I not allowed?”

“Mm, let’s just say that I’d rather you stroke me down below with this instead.”

He paused, reaching down to stroke my wet entrance where he was still buried deep inside.

“And yank on my hair as much as you want. I’m never going to be gentle with you, so don’t be gentle with me.”

He grinned seductively and leaned down to kiss my neck. He sucked my flesh into his mouth, making me moan softly, making me shiver. I groaned, knowing what he was leaving behind.

He then stood up, pulling out as he removed the condom.

As he went to throw it away, I hesitantly, and regretfully, sat up. The back of my hair was covered in egg.

He approached me again, chuckling. I glowered at him and stated, “It appears you were too in the moment to push my leftover food out of the way.”

“Pfft, I was gonna make you shower with me anyways. Now I get to keep you to myself for another couple of hours. Come here, little damsel.”

He said it softly, smiling sweetly.