Getting A Little Closer (And Maybe Get To Know Her)

Author's Notes: one day i'll update 'do you remember love?'. today is not that day. anyway, take this fic starring our favorite pretty rave girl.

prompt; 11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

Dates with Roxxy were always a lot.

The girl loved to dance. Max didn’t mind it but he couldn’t dance. He insisted that he couldn’t. Roxxy turned it right back around on him by bringing up that it was his dancing that drew her towards him in the first place. They’d laugh and get right back to dancing together. It was probably the only kind of cardio that Max could stand. (If only it’d get him to lose weight sooner than later.)

Gasping and panting, the two stumbled into one of his many rooms in his fuck palace—he knew he shouldn’t call the mansion that housed him and the dozens of other women and employees he somehow accrued over the time he had been stuck here. But what else was he supposed to call it?

They giggled as she shoved him on top of the plush mattress with his own plush form sinking into the pillowy surface.

Her trim thighs pressed tightly against his sides as she planted her perky ass right on top of his growing erection. Slick, delicious friction burned between them while she bumped and ground her wild hips against his. Every stroke sent waves of white-hot sensation to wash over their flushed bodies. Their still racing hearts fluttered as he placed his tanned hands on her brown thighs.

“Fuck,” Max groaned as he bucked his hips against hers. “You feel so fucking good already. I can already feel you soaking through my pants,” he added with a breathless laugh. He pulled her down against his hips, forcing both of them even closer.

“C’mon,” Roxxy whispered. Her wild curls hung around their faces like a curtain as she leaned down to steal a kiss. Hunger burned through their bodies as they continued to dry hump each other. Slick arousal seeped through the teensy little scrap of fabric she called panties and into the black denim of his jeans. The roughness of his fabric against her slick mound was uncomfortable but delicious in the strangest way. “Show me your moves, Maxie~.”

Another laugh escaped the man between heated kisses. His hands roamed her thighs, hips and eventually made themselves right at home on her round ass under her short skirt. The bubbly flesh was taut and firm under his touch. The tips of his fingers teased the idea of breaching her crack and asshole but he behaved. For the most part. He groped her firm globes as he dragged her back and forth against his aching bulge. “I think you’d have to take the lead, babe,” he murmured. “You kinda wore me out at the club.”

The wet click of her tongue echoed through the room. “Fine~. You owe me a dance and massage later, though.”

“How about just a full body massage?”

She sat up and tilted her head from side to side. Her curly pigtails swished back and forth over her face as she made the exaggerated motions, humming and hawing in a completely serious and not at all a joke thought. Then she nodded with a grin. “Fiiiiiiine. At least forty-five minutes.”

With that, she reluctantly lifted her curvy hips off of his. They both shared a groan of disappointment at the brief loss of contact. Her thighs trembled while his hands, shaky with excitement, worked on popping open his fly and pulling out his aching cock. With a meaty ‘thwap’ that seemed to echo in the dark room, his cock sprang from his pants and smacked against her drooling cunt. Both of them shuddered with Roxxy biting back a moan as his fat, uncut tip rolled across her slit. Her arousal dripped onto his shaft in steady, sticky streams that had him groaning out.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he murmured before lining up his twitching length with her entrance. A violent shiver wracked her fit frame before she sank down. Tight velvet enveloped his bare cock, squeezing and massaging him in all the best ways. “Fuuuu~ck.”

Portuguese dripped from Roxxy’s trembling lips as she sank further onto her boyfriend’s big, fat cock. It didn’t take long for his balls to smack against her pert ass as he met her bouncing with a thrust of his own. Her entrance burned with need and from the stretch that always accompanied sex with Max. It was mind melting. Incredibly hot. She couldn’t explain it. He was a big guy with a big dick, and she was tiny in comparison. He just stretched her out in all the best ways. If only he had the stamina to match hers—though, it looked like their dates-slash-marathon-dance-sessions were working—it’d be pure heaven.

Desperately, the two rutted against each other. Sweat rolled down Roxxy’s dusk-coloured skin in steady streams and twinkled under the low light of the moon that poured in through the window. Every bounce sent ripples across her toned body. Her breasts bounced heavily inside the tiny raver top. Max watched in awe each time, wondering if this would be the thrust to make her tits bounce out of her bra.

He kissed her womb again and again. Precum oozed from his tip and smeared against her raw walls. She was so hot and so tight and so wild. It was amazing. Sex with her always was.

Roxxy wouldn’t, no, couldn’t stop moving.

Her muscles burned and flexed against his sides. She clenched and fluttered around him. Arousal gushed around his cock. Fuck, she was so wet. Strings of slick stretched between their clapping hips with every bounce and thrust. Faster and faster, Roxxy chased her orgasm. It was so close. So, so, so incredibly close—

A sharp sensation stabbed through her trembling thighs.

“Ow!”

Max blinked. Then, he slowed his thrusts to a complete stop. “You okay?! Did I do something—”

“Fuck, shit, no! Y-you’re fine!” she hissed before flopping against him and letting out a long groan. “Leg cramp...”

He snorted before throwing his arms around her back and holding her close. He bit back a laugh as she swore in Portuguese. “Sorry, it’s just...” he breathed. “It was you who... told me the importance of stretching before ‘rigorous activity’.”

“Shut uuuuuup!”

“And the importance of breaks...”

“Maaaaaxxxxxxiiiie! You’re supposed to comfort me!”

Snorting once again, he stroked her back. His thumb ran along the gentle notches of her spine before he snapped open her bra. The faint red indents on her skin could be felt under his touch. She sighed in relief as he whispered breathy apologies to her and soothed the irritated skin under her tight revealing clothing.

“Let’s stay like this for a while,” he murmured against her damp skin in between butterfly kisses along her racing pulse. “Don’t think about moving.”

“Neither of us came, though...”

“It’s whatever, honestly. Just... stay here like this.”

“...Am I just supposed to ignore how hard you still are?”

“...Yes.”

Eventually, he softened inside of her, though the two of them had dozed off by then, tangled in each other’s limbs.