Listen to our user submitted adult bed time story xxx, AI-narrated erotic story: The Housewarming Hookup
Submitted by Creator’s Delight, I take a deep sip of my wine, letting the cool liquid soothe my nerves as I scan the room. The house is beautiful, all modern and sleek lines and expensive furnishings. But I barely notice my surroundings, too focused on the man standing across the room. Tyler, the man I slept with just a few days ago. The man who absolutely ruined me for any other lover. And no one here knows about it.
I had met him at a mutual friend’s party last week. We had been introduced, made polite small talk, but there was an immediate spark between us. I felt it in the way his eyes roamed over my body, the way his hand lingered on my back as he led me to the bar for a drink. We had talked and laughed and flirted all night long, and by the time the party ended, we both knew we would be ending up in bed together.
I can still remember the feel of his hands on my body, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck as he pushed me back onto the bed. He had taken his time with me, exploring every inch of my skin with his lips and tongue. I had been so turned on, so desperate for him to fill me, but he had made me wait, building the tension until I was practically begging for it. And then, when he finally entered me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He was so big, stretching me in ways I never knew possible.
He had fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with reckless abandon until I was screaming his name, my nails digging into his back as I came harder than I ever had before. We had stayed up all night long, fucking like rabbits in every room of his apartment. In the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter as he fucked me from behind. By the time the sun came up, I was sore and exhausted and completely satisfied.
But now, here at my friend’s housewarming party, I have to act like nothing happened. I have to pretend that I don’t know the feeling of his cock deep inside me, that I haven’t screamed his name in ecstasy as I came around him. I take another sip of my wine, trying to calm the nerves fluttering in my stomach. Across the room, Tyler catches my eye and smiles, a slow, knowing grin that sends a shiver down my spine. I quickly look away, focusing instead on the conversation happening around me.
But even as I nod and laugh along with my friends, my mind is elsewhere. It’s on the feel of Tyler’s hands on my body, his mouth on my skin. It’s on the way he filled me up, claimed me, made me his. I cross my legs, feeling the dampness between my thighs. I’m turned on, so fucking turned on, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t just excuse myself to go and fuck Tyler in the bathroom like I want to. I have to pretend everything is normal, that he’s just another guy at the party. But God, it’s hard.
Every time I look at him, every time he smiles at me, it’s like a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I can barely focus on anything else, my body aching for his touch. I take another sip of my wine, trying to calm myself down. But it’s no use. I’m wound up tighter than a coil, ready to snap at any moment. And then, just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Tyler moves through the crowd towards me.
My heart starts to race as he approaches, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hi,” he says smoothly, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. “You look like you could use a break from all this. Why don’t we go find somewhere a little more private?” I swallow hard, my pussy clenching at his words. I know I shouldn’t, know that it would be crazy to disappear with him right now. But God, I want him so badly. I need him inside me, filling me up again like he did just a few days ago.
I look around quickly, making sure no one is watching us. Then, before I can change my mind, I grab his hand and start leading him towards the hallway. “Follow me,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “I know just the place.” And as we slip away from the party, hand in hand, I can’t help but smile. This is going to be fun.
As Tyler and I slip away from the party, I can feel the eyes of our friends on us. They’re curious, wondering where we’re going, but I don’t care. All I can think about is getting Tyler alone, getting his hands on my body again. I lead him down the hallway, past the bathroom and towards the spare bedroom at the end. I push open the door and pull him inside, closing it quickly behind us. As soon as we’re alone, Tyler is on me.
He pushes me up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body as he kisses me hard and deep. I moan into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair as I press myself against him. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he groans, his hands sliding under my skirt to cup my ass. “About getting you alone again, about fucking this tight little pussy.” I gasp as his fingers find my clit, rubbing it through the damp fabric of my panties.
“Me too,” I whimper, grinding against his hand. “I need you so badly, Tyler. I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel inside me.” He grins, his eyes dark with lust. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he says, reaching for the zipper of my skirt. I let him undress me, shimmying out of my skirt and top until I’m standing before him in just my bra and panties. He takes a moment to admire me, his eyes roaming over my curves.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to my collarbone. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” I shiver at his words, my pussy clenching with anticipation. He pushes me down onto the bed, his hands making quick work of my bra and panties. Then he’s between my legs, his mouth hot on my skin as he kisses his way up my inner thigh. When he reaches my pussy, he doesn’t hesitate. He dives in, his tongue delving deep as he licks and sucks at my clit.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure shoots through me. “Fuck, yes!” I gasp, grinding my hips against his face. “Just like that, Tyler. Don’t stop.” He doesn’t stop. He eats me out like a man possessed, his tongue flicking and swirling over my most sensitive spots. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every pass of his tongue. “Please,” I beg, my voice high and needy. “Please make me come. I need it so badly.”
Tyler hums against my pussy, the vibrations sending me hurtling over the edge. I come with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Tyler doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at my clit until I’m a writhing, shaking mess beneath him. Finally, when I can’t take anymore, he pulls back. He crawls up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I can feel it, hot and heavy and ready to fill me up again. “I need you inside me,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Tyler. Fuck me. Fill me up with your big cock.”
He grins, positioning himself at my entrance before thrusting into me with one smooth stroke. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He feels even bigger than I remember, filling me up completely. “God, you’re so tight,” he groans. I can only moan in response, too focused on the feel of him inside me.
He sets a fast pace, pounding into me with long, deep strokes. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks me hard and fast. I can feel another orgasm building already, my pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust. I reach down, rubbing my clit as he fucks me, desperate to come again. “Come for me,” Tyler pants, his hips slamming against mine. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
His words send me over the edge. I come with a scream, my pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He follows soon after, shooting his hot load deep inside me with a roar of satisfaction. We collapse together, both panting and spent. Tyler rolls off of me, pulling me into his arms as we catch our breath. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “But we should probably get back to the party before someone comes looking for us.”
I nod, reluctantly pulling away from him. We quickly dress, smoothing our clothes back into place. As we slip out of the room and back into the party, no one seems to notice that we’ve been gone. But as I make my way back to my friends, I can’t help but smile to myself. They may not know what happened between Tyler and me, but I sure do. And I have a feeling it’s not the last time we’ll be sneaking off together for a little fun.
