Elsie
I am sitting outside my apartment building with Kellan in his car, “Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming back to mine.” he pouts, rubbing my thigh.
I moan but then pull myself together before I give into him, “I can’t. Cassie will be wondering where I have gotten to.” I laugh. I have stayed out the last few nights.

“Fine! When can I see you again?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes. I am surprised with his recent behaviour because he doesn’t seem like the needy type, the kind of guy who wants to spend all his free time with someone he is sleeping with.
“I have a busy day and night tomorrow, so the following day,” I answer. Kellan seemed disappointed with my answer, “Okay, call me later.” He replies, leaning over to kiss me.
I moan into his lips, slipping my fingers into his hair. He unclips his seatbelt to give him a better motion of movement. He grips my hip tightly with one hand, placing the other on my cheek, deepening the kiss. He groans, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and our tongues soon dance together.
“Do you want to come in? Cassie won’t be home for an hour.” I mumble into his lips. He had gotten me all fired up, and I knew if we didn’t fuck I was going to be horny all day, it is the effect he has on me.
I feel his lips curl into a smirk against me, “I have an hour to spare.” He replies.
We part and get out of the car, rushing into the building and up to the apartment. I struggled to get the key in the door, eager to get inside, and it didn’t help that Kellan’s lips were all over my neck and his hands on my ass. I finally get it, dragging him inside. He kicks the door behind him, and my back is soon against the wall, his body to mine. Our lips meet in a heated kiss, and he hooks his hands under my legs, lifting me from the ground and pinning my hips to the walls with his.

Kellan’s lips attached to my neck, his hand slipping under my skirt, ripping my panties from me and pushing my skirt up by my hips. I moan, turned on by his eagerness.
“We are going to fuck right here?” I pant out, “Yes. You said Cassie wouldn’t be back for an hour.” He breaths out, running his hand between my thighs, feeling my arousal. I groan and fight with the belt and button of his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles and grinding myself against him.
He hisses, taking my lips in his and thrusts roughly into me, causing us to gasp in sync. He moves quickly into me, each stroke deeper than the previous.
“Oh God, yes, so fucking good. Harder.” I squeal, in urgent need of release. Kellan gave me what I wanted, pounding into me, hitting all the right spots.

It takes a few minutes before I feel my climax approach, my walls tightening around him, “Mmm, fuck, that has become my new favourite feeling,” he growls out. He slaps my thigh, “Come for me, kitten.” And the demanding tone in his voice is all it takes.
“Ahh, yes, Kellan!” the sound of my scream echo’s through the apartment, and my body shakes, and I spill over his cock as a powerful orgasm takes over me.
He makes sure to hold me tightly, bringing me off the wall and carrying me to over to the sofa, laying me down and coming down on top of me, not pulling out once. Kellan wraps one of my legs around his waist and drills into me, aiming for his end.
I rest my hand on the back of his neck, forcing his lips back to mine, snaking my other leg around him, the depth deeper and use the energy I have to roll my hips with his.
“Fuck, yes, keep doing it like that, Elsie. Shit! I am close.” He grunts, and I soon feel his cock twitching inside me, his breathing more erratic, and his moves getting sloppy.
A second climax is building inside of me, “Come for me, Kellan, fuck, let’s come together.” I pant, biting down on his neck.
He growls and starts to pour into me, feeling it is enough to make my second rip through me and we end together, clinging to each other as we ride through our highs. We still, the room filling with our pants.
“I can’t get enough of you, Elsie.” He breaths out.
I know that familiar feeling because I am the same. I swear I crave him constantly. The man has broken me and my hormones. I was no virgin before him, but I didn’t think it was possible to be so damn horny all the time for one man.
“Trust me; the feeling is mutual,” I reply.
Kellan lifts his head, pecking my lips before removing himself from inside me, sitting up, and I do the same.
“We should get cleaned up, and I will need to scrub the sofa,” I giggle. Cassie would kill me if she ever found out we had sex on the sofa.
“Good idea,” he chuckles. We make a move, get cleaned up, and I make sure to scrub the couch.
We hear the front door open just as we finish up. We quickly sat down, acting like we weren’t just fucking.
“Do I know? You resemble my best friend, but apparently, recently, she has been getting incredible dick and has forgotten about me,” she teases, “Oh, hush, you are being a drama queen.” I laugh, tossing a cushion at her.
“Nice to see you again, Kellan,” she smiles, “You too, Cassie. I am on my way out, anyway, so she is all yours for the night.” He chuckles.
I walk Kellan to the front door. He turns to me, pulling me into his chest, “Incredible dick, uh?” he smirks, “Oh, don’t you start either.” I snicker, rolling my eyes and playfully slapping his chest.
He laughs loudly, kissing me, “I will call you later, kitten. Enjoy the rest of your night,” he smiles, “Talk to you later. I will, thanks, you do.” I return the smile.
He steals one last kiss before leaving, and I rejoin my best friend.
“You two seem to be spending a lot of time together,” she smirks with a raised brow, “Yes, still only casual.” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Casual? Yeah, right, the amount of time you spend together isn’t casual,” she protests, “It is!” I insist.
Cassie went to say something else, but I gave her a stern look, and she changed her mind, thankfully.
“Do you want to order Chinese food, have some wine and watch a movie?” she asks, “Sure! A girl’s night sounds good.” I grin widely.
It would be nice to relax with my best friend and give my body a break from Kellan for the night.
“Awesome! And can tell me more about how you and Kellan are past casual,” she says, a sly look on her face, “I would rather not.” I laugh, hitting her with a pillow.
Something tells me I am going to hear this multiple more times tonight. There is nothing to discuss. We are having sex and hanging out, nothing more, nothing less.
I am sure I can find a way to distract her from the subject, Barry for example, we can talk about what is going on with them. Yes, I like that topic of conversation better.