Private Party

This episode contains verbal degradation between two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion.

“You see that guy over there? He’s wearing a beanie and, um, black pants, boots. He’s talking to Lindsay.”

“Yeah, why’s he wearing that? It’s so hot outside.”

“Sssh! That’s Jeremy, Ricky’s ex, the guy I told you about who started a GoFundMe to buy a drone. He’s like some big-time cinematographer now or something, but he acts like he doesn’t know me every time I see him.”

“Mm, okay, got it. Jeremy, asshole-unseasonably-hot-hat-guy. And behind him, that’s… Davide? Your old… co-worker? From the bookstore?”

“Look at you. You’ve pretty much got my entire friend group down. I’m impressed.”

“Well, since I’m the only guy here who doesn’t know every person in the room, and very likely the only one who doesn’t work in the film industry, I thought I’d study up a little, make a good impression.”

“You’re doing great. Everyone loves you. I’m gonna grab another—you want?”

“Um, yeah, sure. I left that six-pack in the fridge. Grab me one?”

“Yeah, be right back.”

I watch you maneuver through the mass of your friends and acquaintances, grinning and nodding at everyone as you go, stopping every few steps to greet someone you haven’t spoken to yet.

You’re in your element, surrounded by people you’ve spent your entire young adulthood with, although all of you are now well into your 30s. Accomplished careers, plans to travel the world, and everyone with some kind of thing they’re working on.

And… then there’s me. The new boyfriend. The only stranger at the party.

You called this our couple debut, and you’ve definitely been showing me off a bit. Introducing me to old college friends, their partners, and their partner’s partners. It’s all a bit… much. And kind of a different scene than I’m used to, but… I like it.

I like you, so I’ll gladly put up with a night of being the odd man out.

I finish the last couple of sips of my beer and lean against the doorway into the hall. It’s kind of fascinating… just watching a party from afar, observing it all.

You’ve been gone a minute, but you probably just got held up talking to someone. I peek around the corner to see if I can spot you through the mass of people near the kitchen.

There you are… I can see a little bit of your backside leaning against the counter, two beers in your hand. You are talking to someone, but I can’t really see who…

Damn… you look really good tonight.

I don’t know what it is exactly, but I just… I feel some kind of pride or something, being with you, like your presence in my life is such a gift. I’m just… I’m glad you like me as much as I like you.

I should probably stop staring. Maybe it’d be best for me to exercise my social skills a little and talk to someone while you finish your conversation with… whoever that guy is.

He’s not someone you introduced me to. Maybe he just got here…

Kind of seems like you don’t know him either…

He’s standing… really close to you. And I can see him looking you up and down… a little smirk on his face.

Yeah, I know that look. He’s leaning against the countertop, his body angled towards yours. He’s just trying to get close to you. Not touching you… but… looks like that’s his intent.

Fuck. I feel…

Damn… is this jealousy? I don’t know, that’s not really me.

Possessiveness? No. Just… being protective, maybe.

I don’t know. I just feel… something.

The way he’s looking at you…

Fuck, that just… Should I go over there?

No, no, you can handle yourself and I don’t need to start beef with any of these people.

I swallow down my discomfort and push my hands into my pockets. Something just… isn’t sitting right with me about him. It’s like… primal.

“Hey. Sorry about that. Got stuck in another conversation. Here.”

“Yeah, I… I saw.”

“Um, yeah, he, uh, was coming on a little strong there. He backed off as soon as I mentioned the B word.”

“B word?”

“Boyfriend. Hey, come here, come here.”

“He really got you worked up, huh?”

“Yeah, guess so. I, uh… I’ve never really felt like that before.”

“No? Well… honestly? It’s kind of hot.”

My gaze snaps away from the crowd and down to your eyes. You’re looking up at me with this… little smirk and… You’re egging me on.

I snake my arm around your waist and pull you against me. You manage to set your drink on the counter behind us before threading your fingers together around the back of my neck.

I catch a hint of your perfume as I lean forward to speak directly in your ear.

“Is it? You like seeing me like this?”

“I… kind like this side of you, yeah.”

Your eyes are dark and mischievous as you lean harder into me. Fuck… you’re toying with me. And… I really, really like it.

“I get it. I mean, you feel like you have to… claim what’s yours… right?”

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait until we get home, then…”

“I don’t think I want to wait that long.”

I grab your hand and pull you swiftly down the hall, away from the crowd of your friends.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I need to have you. Now.

I open a random door on the right and pull us both into one of the bedrooms.

“Get in here…”

It’s pitch black in here, save the crack of light coming from underneath the door. I can barely see…

I stumble over something… I don’t know what. Your hands tighten around my arms to hold me steady.

“Ssshhh!”

“Sorry, sorry… Come here.”

I walk you backward until you’re up against a wall. I keep you pinned there with my hips pressed against yours while you thread your fingers in my hair.

I trail my mouth over your neck and bite down. Not hard, but enough to make you jolt a little. I grab your dress in fistfuls and pull it up over your hips.

The feeling of you pressed up against me… Oh my god, there’s just… something so intense knowing that just outside the door is pretty much the entirety of your social circle. And they have no idea that you’re in here about to get railed by your boyfriend.

“We should be quick… in case… anyone notices…”

“And quiet. But… that might be a little difficult for you, huh?”

“Shut up. And please fuck me.”

I lay my hands on yours, stopping you from taking my dick out. I lift your wrists over your head and you become pliant, malleable, letting me move you however I want.

You usually have something to say when we’re in bed together. You like dirty talk. But right now… you’re silent except for those soft gasps and little moans.

I curl my hand firmly, but not hard, around your jaw and tilt your head to the side.

I keep your wrists pinned with one hand and let the other drag over your nipple through your dress. I squeeze it between my fingers, tugging harder as you squirm against me.

“Is this what you want? You want me to show everyone who you belong to?”

“Oh, fuck yes, please…”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Tell me who your pussy belongs to.”

“Oh, yours. It’s all yours…”

“Good girl…”

I slip my hand beneath your dress and drag my fingers up your thigh. Your legs are shaking a little…

Fuck, I can tell you’re really worked up right now.

I rub the outside of your panties with two fingers.

Fuck… I can feel wetness through the fabric. And I’m not really in the mood to tease.

I push your panties to the side and slide my fingers through your folds. Drag some of your wetness up to your clit… back and forth…

You rock your hips against my fingers, trying to get me further, deeper.

“That’s it… fuck yourself on my fingers. Good girl…”

“You love this, don’t you? You love when daddy fingerfucks you?”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah? And when I… slip inside… right up to your g-spot? And circle your clit with my thumb?”

“I love it, daddy…”

“Shhh… shh, remember to be quiet…”

“Oh, fuck, please, I can’t—I can’t help it.”

“You want daddy’s hand over your mouth?”

“Please, daddy…”

I clamp my hand over your mouth and press my forehead to yours.

“Oh yeah, such a slut for me, aren’t you? That’s it, just breathe…”

“Shhh… shhh… we can’t be too loud, remember? Don’t think… just let daddy take care of you…”

Fuck, this is so hot. You stare up at me with your wide eyes.

I feel like I’m just as desperate as you are right now. My cock is straining up against my boxers…

I don’t know how long I can keep it together. Before I just turn you around and fuck you right here…

“Oh, that’s really made you wet, hasn’t it? Such a little slut, getting fingerfucked where anyone could walk in and see you?”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Getting caught, everyone seeing exactly who you belong to?”

“Yeah, soak my fingers…”

“Rock those hips… you’re doing so well for me… Such a good little slut…”

“Aww, are you getting close? Don’t cum yet… not until I say.”

“Oh, I know, it’s hard. Just hold on for a little longer…”

“Cum for me. I want you to cum on my fingers… that’s it…”

“Oh yeah, good girl…”

“I want you in me…”

“Turn around.”

I spin you around and you lean forward with your hands against the wall. Both of us are desperate, just barely able to contain ourselves.

I tease my cock through your folds and coat the tip with your wetness. Positioning it… just at your entrance.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy…”

Mmm, that’s my girl…

“Oh, there you go. Fucking—yes!”

I dig my fingers into your hips as I thrust hard into you. That feeling of your ass bouncing up against me… God, I can’t wait to see your face when you come undone.

“Oh god… that’s it, take it…”

“Oh fuck…”

“I’m the only one who can fuck you like this, right?”

“Yeah… yeah, you’re the only one… fuck… fuck…”

“Look at you, just taking my cock like a good little slut… That’s what you want? Daddy fucking that needy pussy?”

“Oh my god, give me more, please. Oh, I want it…”

“You just couldn’t wait until we got home, could you? You wanted daddy’s cock so badly…”

“Uh-huh…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you just how you need, baby… I’ll fuck you so hard all you can say is daddy…”

“Oh my god…”

“More?”

“More…”

I bury my face into the crook of your neck and bite down.

I love how you squeeze tighter around my cock every time I bite. How every time I thrust forward your whole body trembles.

I can’t hold back much longer.

We’re being loud, I know it. But I don’t fucking care.

Let them hear. Let them hear it’s me fucking you…

“I’m so close…”

“You want to cum?”

“I need to cum. Please…”

“Cum for me… cum on my cock…”

“Put your hand on my mouth…”

“Yeah that’s it… cum. Cum for me.”

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum. There, right there… fuck!”

You turn around to face me and wrap your arms around my neck. Both of us just standing there, panting…

“I… Holy fuck.”

“Yeah… Uh-huh.”

“So… daddy, huh?”

“I believe you mentioned something about liking the word daddy once or twice.”

“Mhm, I sure did. You’re a good listener.”

“I try.”