Old Flames

Well, I think I will call this night a success. I got to see some old work friends, congratulate one of my closest friends on her new business, and I managed to steer clear of the one person at the party I didn’t want to see.

I slip on my coat as I glance around the room once more, catching the eye of the host and her husband. I nod at them and they wave back.

Man, I am ready to go home. The party was fun, but it’s been such a long day and I can’t wait to just climb into bed.

The cold night air feels nice. I’ve been so tense all night, I can practically feel my muscles starting to relax already.

Attending a party where my ex-fiancée was sure to be in attendance was not something I had been looking forward to, but after years of being together, we have so many mutual friends… it was bound to happen at some point.

I think we handled it well, though. And by that, I mean we managed to avoid each other the entire night.

“Fun party, huh?”

I glance up to see you leaning against the hood of your car, parked just behind mine.

“Uh… yeah. Glad to see Em’s doing so well for herself. She’s worked so hard. What’re you doing out here?”

“My car won’t start.”

“Oh…”

I busy myself looking for my keys in my pocket, but manage to find them pretty quickly and can’t decide what else I should do with my hands.

There are a lot of feelings bubbling up in the back of my throat that I’m trying hard to ignore.

“Yeah, I was going to just call an Uber but my keys are in there… so I’m just trying to figure out how I’m going to get home, and then how I’m going to get into my apartment.”

“I swear, bad luck follows you around like a shadow.”

“Tell me about it…”

You shift a little against the car and I can tell you’re at a loss for words, just like I am.

Our eyes meet and I wish I could stop myself from what I’m about to do, but I’ve always been a little helpless when you look at me like that. Fuck.

“Look… why don’t you just come back to mine?”

“Really? No, I couldn’t…”

You step toward me and swing your bag over your shoulder again, your coat opening slightly to reveal that dress I’ve been trying not to stare at all night.

“Come on, I’m not going to just leave you out here. You can call a car service in the morning to unlock it.”

“Look, you don’t have to… it’s fine, I’ll figure something out. I’m sure Em wouldn’t mind if I—”

“Would you just get in the damn truck?”

You allow a small smile and nod at me, hopping into the passenger side.

“Never met a more stubborn woman, honestly.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.”

I shut your door and walk around, getting into the driver's seat and trying not to notice the smell of your perfume.

Eight months I’ve spent avoiding you, rather successfully, only to then invite you to stay at my place for the night? What am I doing?

Our breakup was messy… and that’s putting it mildly. Six years together, engaged for one, before you decided to end it… just packed up and left one morning without any warning.

I’ve thought about it a lot since then… and if I’m honest with myself, I had been thinking about ending it, too. You just did it first.

Those last few weeks were rough; we hardly spoke, and when we did speak all we could do was fight. It had to happen, we both knew it, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“So… how have you been?”

Oh, great. Small talk.

I look over at you and you’ve shifted a little in your seat, facing me with your head resting against the window and your one leg lifted up onto the seat.

“Let’s not do that, okay?”

“Do what? I can’t ask how you’ve been?”

“You know how I’ve been. It’s been shit.”

“Me too.”

I pull into the driveway and force the gear shift a little too hard. The only thing stronger than the anger I feel right now is how much I’ve missed you.

Okay, I just have to make it through tonight and then you’ll leave.

We make our way to the door in silence but you keep glancing at me as if you want to say something, then decide against it.

I shove the key into the lock and it sticks like it always does.

“Stupid fucking thing…”

“Look, I don’t want to stay here tonight if it’s going to cause problems, okay? I can call a cab and go back to Em’s, I’m sure she’d let me crash there.”

I finally manage to get the door open and gesture for you to step inside. I follow you, closing it behind us.

“Let’s just… lay down some ground rules, okay?”

“Like what?”

“Like no talking about… yeah, we’re just not going to talk about it. Deal?”

You roll your eyes at me and I feel the heat rising in my chest.

“Typical.”

You tug your coat off and drape it over the hook, leaning up against the wall to slide your shoes off.

“What was that?”

“I said it’s typical. Typical you, shutting down yet again. Fine, we don’t have to talk about anything, let’s just go to sleep. I’ll take the couch?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who walked away here.”

“No, you’re the one who just shut down anytime things got hard, every time things got hard, just like you’re doing right now.”

“Don’t even start with that. You had no time for us. No time for me. We weren’t a priority for you long before—”

“That’s what you think? You think I didn’t care about us, about you?”

“What it seemed like to me.”

“How can you think that after everything? You really think I just stopped loving you? We were broken! I tried to fix it and I couldn’t.”

Your eyes are dark and full of emotion. You close them and take a deep breath, and I feel my resolve weaken a little.

God, I’ve been angry with you for so long… I’m just tired. I don’t want to feel this way about you. I don’t want to feel anything about you, but I can’t seem to make it stop.

It’s a mistake, what’s about to happen. I know it as I’m doing it, but I do it anyway.

I pull you into my arms and kiss you, getting lost in your lips, my hands roaming your body, desperate to feel you again.

I back you against the wall and take your hands in mine, sliding them up and pinning them above your head as I bury my face into your neck, kissing and sucking gently on your soft skin.

I can’t get enough, I can’t let my lips leave you. I can’t stop because I need to hear you moaning for me again, my name, spoken like no one else… I haven’t heard it in so long.

“Oh my god…”

I’m sliding down your body, my lips and hands touching and tasting everything I can before I sink onto my knees.

You slide your dress up to your waist and I pull your thong down, helping you out of it before my hands grip the inside of your thighs, pushing your legs apart.

I bury my face between your legs and find your clit with my tongue, flicking it around as my fingers tease your entrance.

“Yes… oh, fuck…”

I push two fingers deep inside you as I suck your clit into my mouth and roll my tongue around in circles.

I feel your knees buckle against the wall a little as your hands rest on top of my head, combing through my hair.

God, those moans… I’m so fucking hard, aching for you, but I don’t want to stop this. I love the way you taste, the way you grip my hair when I’ve hit the right spot…

I pull away from you, staring up at you as I push another finger inside you and fuck you harder and faster. You’re getting so wet for me.

“Cum all over these fingers for me. Come on. Yes, yes… fuck…”

I feel a small gush of your wetness coating my fingers and it trickles down onto the floor. Fuck, I love when you do that, cum all over my hand like that…

I get off my knees and your hands are all over me, fumbling to strip off my shirt as I pull the strap of your dress down. We walk backward toward the living room, not able to take our lips off each other.

“Oh, god…”

You toss my shirt onto the floor and work to unbutton my jeans before stripping your dress down. I pull my jeans and underwear off, kicking them aside as I lead you to the couch.

I sit down and you climb on top of me. I pull you closer, desperate to kiss you again, needing to feel your warmth and your weight on top of me.

“Take that off.”

“Yeah, just let me—”

My body is acting on instinct as I help you out of your bra. I cup your breasts in my hands and kiss them, my lips trailing around your chest as your hands reach down to stroke my cock.

You lean back a little, taking my cock in your hand and stroking it a few times. I reach my hand between your legs and tease you a little more…

My fingers glide through your wetness, settling on your clit. God, I’ve missed you so much. I rub in small little circles as you grind down onto my hand, jerking me off at the same pace. I know you’re sensitive, your hips grinding on me faster as I toy with you.

“I need you inside me.”

You lean forward again, adjusting a little before lowering yourself down onto my lap, my cock slowly disappearing inside you.

“Fuck…”

“Oh, god.”

You grind slowly on my lap as my hands and lips roam over your body, hungry and desperate to touch and taste you.

“Oh, yes. Kiss me… it feels so good…”

Your nails dig into my chest as you pick up your pace. You lean down and kiss me as you grind down onto my cock.

I pinch one of your nipples between my fingers and your lips are on my neck for a moment before your teeth sink into my skin.

“Fuck. That’s how you want it?”

“Yes…”

My hands squeeze your breasts firmly, kneading them as you lean back and bounce on top of me. All the things we used to do come flooding back and I reach my hand up to your face, cupping your jaw in my hand.

“Look at me while you fuck me. You like this cock, don’t you?”

“Answer me. Tell me how much you like my cock buried inside you like this…”

“Yeah, I like it…”

I reach between us and tease your clit with my thumb, my other hand reaching behind you to grab your hair. I pull hard, your head tilting up toward the ceiling as I start to thrust up into you.

Fuck, it feels so good to be inside you again, to feel your skin, grip your hips as you grind on top of me. I need more, I need to fuck you hard, right here, right now.

“Get up. Lean against the couch.”

You climb off my lap and quickly lean against it, your knees planted firmly on the edge as I get into position behind you. I thrust deep into your warm, wet pussy, and you lean forward to brace yourself on the back of the couch as I start to fuck you faster.

It feels so good, my cock pushing deeper inside you, making you moan for me… I’ve missed those moans, this body, the way you’re looking back at me right now. I’ve missed you so much.

“Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Yes…”

I grip your hair in my hand again, pulling as hard as I can while I fuck you. My other hand slides around your ass, gripping your hips.

“Play with your clit. Go on. Play with it for me…”

“You lean forward to brace yourself on the couch with your forearm, your free hand disappearing under you. ”

The angle of your body allows me to push even deeper inside you and I can tell by the way your thighs clench that it feels good, maybe too good.

You always were really sensitive right here… but I don’t care. You started this, and you want it rough. It feels too good to stop…

“Yes, oh god. Right there. Oh my god, please. More… please.”

“Yeah, take this cock, take it all. You missed this, didn’t you?”

“Oh my god, shit… yes… yes!”

I know you, the sounds you make, the way your thighs start to shake as you’re about to cum… you’re so close. I slap your ass hard as I thrust into you over and over again. I do it again, and again… thrusting harder every time.

You bury your face into your arm now, your other hand moving fast between your legs.

“Keep playing with that fucking clit. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Yes… yes! Keep going, keep—”

I let go of your hair and it falls around your shoulder and into your face. I thrust into you again and again, feeling my cock twitching, desperate for release.

“Yes… take it. Take my cock… oh god. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum. Oh god. Yes, right there…”

“Cum all over this cock. Just like that, come on… give it to me.”

“Yes… oh my god! Oh…”

Your thighs are shaking and you’ve sunk into the couch now, your body limp as I fuck you harder and faster. You’re sensitive and exhausted, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Your hands grip the cushions and you bury your face into the cushion. Your legs are pinned together and it feels so fucking good, my cock sliding in and out of you over and over again…

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes…”

I thrust into you one last time, finally letting go. All the pent-up energy feels like it’s been zapped out of me.

I linger for a moment, my cock twitching a little inside you as your thighs rock slightly. I don’t want this moment to end… I don’t want to have to figure out what this means.

I lean down and kiss your shoulder before straightening up, sliding my cock out of you gently. I busy myself looking for my jeans and slide them back on.

“I didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

You’re just adjusting the straps on your dress when you finally look up at me. You know by the look on my face that I’m not interested in talking.

You give a very slight nod of your head before pulling the blanket over yourself, and settling onto the couch for the night.

“Mmm, I didn’t totally hate it, though.”

“Oh, it seemed like you quite liked it, actually.”

“Well, we always were good at this part.”