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It was totally normal to imagine your crush while watching porn.
Of course, Mark always did. Whether the person in the video looked like his crush or not, he would imagine it was him in that position with whomever he fancied. It was a lot easier when the people were faceless - sweaty bodies the only thing on display.
So, now that Mark had a crush on you , it was no surprise that he imagined you were the one in the videos.
If the actress looked nothing like you, he’d watch as much as it took to get right to the edge, then close his eyes and envision you. Of course, though, it helped an awful lot when the girl did look like you.
Not that he sought it out. No, Mark wasn’t an absolute creep - he knew what lines shouldn’t be crossed. But every once in a while, the girl in the thumbnail would have your complexion, your hair color, or your build. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he could get a combination of a few things, but most of the time, he’d have to settle for one out of three.
That is, until tonight. Scrolling like he always did, half-hard cock still nestled in his pants, Mark froze when a girl that looked just like you appeared on the screen. The thumbnail was small, sure, but he could still see all the similarities.
He couldn’t believe his luck. Suddenly, his half-hard cock was straightening up to full mast, and his breath was hitching in his throat. His nervous hand moved his mouse and he clicked on the video.
While the familiar drumbeat of the PornHub intro began to play, Mark was already shimmying out of his pants. He was, perhaps, a little too eager to put off the main event.
Thankfully, the video wasn’t a cheesy production with a minute and a half of fake plot before the action. It seemed to be a home-produced video, which Mark always tended to prefer. Things got heated very quickly on screen, and Mark watched it all with bated breath. His hand lazily stroked his cock, mesmerized by the way the actress moved, mesmerized by how much she looked like you .
Things went on like this for a few minutes. Mark’s hand sped up as time went on, chasing his release and nearing it much faster than usual. He was just so entranced by the girl that looked like you, so eager to pretend it was you. His imagination was running wild, and he knew he was nearing a climax better than any of his recent ones.
And then, she spoke. Or, rather, you spoke. He hadn’t realized before that the woman in the video hadn’t said a word, only moaning and whining. He hadn’t cared before right now but…
But he knew that voice.
And then, it all clicked. She looked like you, sounded like you, all because she was you. That woman on his screen, currently bent in half and being fucked like an animal, was you .
And, though he should have had more decency, he came right then and there from the realization.
Once he had recovered from his high, his post-nut clarity hit him hard . He felt dirty and gross for watching this video now. He felt disgusting and vile for getting off to the sight of you being fucked. He felt so, so filthy for having the best orgasm of his life right now.
His hand grasped his mouse once again, ready to exit the tab and forget about this forever. That is, until he saw the profile the video was posted under. The profile belonged to you, and there were more videos to explore.
Mark debated if he should click on it or not. On one hand, jerking off to your neighbor-turned-crush’s porn videos would probably be a new low for him. On the other hand, you made these videos for a reason; if you didn’t want anyone to see them, you wouldn’t have uploaded them.
He caved.
Clicking on your profile, Mark found himself flustering and already re-hardening in his pants at the array of videos he had to choose from. Blowjob POV’s, roleplays, solo videos… he thought he might die right then and there.
It was curiosity, he assured himself, that had him clicking on another video. This one was a solo one, a video where you and only you were in front of the camera. You spoke pretty words into the lens, doe eyes trained on the viewer behind it. Your hands began to explore your body, and Mark watched intently.
By the time he called it a night, Mark had cum two more times and watched about ten more of your videos. It was a miracle, truly, that he had the stamina for that. By the final time he finished, he could feel his body begging for a break. His dick couldn’t have gotten hard again even if he wanted it to (did he?).
He showered after that, attempting to wash off the shame and the guilt. It didn’t go away, but at least the cum that had hardened on his stomach did. Small victories, he supposed.
Mark went to sleep later than usual that night, falling asleep with difficulty.
He had even more difficulty functioning the next morning when he ran into you down by the mail boxes.
Mark had been there first, using his key to retrieve the mail in his designated slot. He had just opened the box when you stepped up beside him. Without even glancing over, he could tell it was you.
“Morning, Mark,” you said with a smile.
You’d always liked your neighbor. He was friendly and polite, always easy to talk to. Not that you’d talked to him that often, though. You had, however, had him over for a cup of coffee once or twice. On occasion, you’d ask him to help you move furniture, or, in especially important cases, kill a bug.
Mark thought back to those innocent times now. He thought back to the chats you’d have at your kitchen table, the times you’d knock on his door to ask for his help. You always seemed so innocent, so pure. He found it adorable when you’d come to ask for his help in killing a spider that had made its home in your bathroom.
He couldn’t believe that you were the same girl in the X-rated videos he’d seen the night before.
And yet, sure enough, when he turned to face you, he realized you were. Because that was the face he’d looked at all night long, the smile he’d seen a million times as you got fucked stupid. Your pretty voice was music to his ears, just as it always had been. Now, though, he could hear your moans if he just thought hard enough.
It was shameful that Mark was getting hard right now.
“Hey,” he replied as casually as possible. He coughed when his voice cracked, pounding at his chest to make it seem like a simple accident and not nerves.
“How’d you sleep?” You ask.
An innocent question - you’ve asked him this before. But why did you have to ask him today? Why did you have to make him feel more guilty than he already did?
He cleared his throat again, hoping to avoid a repeat of the squeak in his voice. “Not too great,” he admitted honestly.
“Aw, why not?”
Oh God, he almost melted when he saw the pout on your lips. It was an expression you’d used in a few of your videos, an expression that made you appear more innocent than you actually were. He looked at your pretty, pursed lips and couldn’t help but remember the way they looked wrapped around a cock.
He couldn’t help but imagine the way they’d look wrapped around his cock.
“Uh, just… work stress and stuff. You know how it is.”
You nodded along, agreeing that work was the worst. Mark breathed a sigh of relief at how the conversation naturally died. Though, truthfully, he wished he could have talked to you some more.
But right now wasn't a good time, because the growing erection in his pants was a more pressing issue.
He stuffed a hand in the pocket of his pants to hide the bulge, bidding you a quick goodbye before heading back upstairs. You smiled and waved at him, remaining by the mailbox to thumb through your mail for a moment.
Mark was glad you hadn’t joined him in the elevator. He was glad for the privacy to relax and breathe. The sigh he let out when the doors closed was heavy. It affected his whole body as he slouched against the wall.
This was stupid, he thought. So stupid. His little crush on you was never supposed to be like this. He had never meant to see you naked! Well… not so soon, anyway. In Mark’s imagination, your relationship went much differently. It would start one day when you asked Mark to move furniture. Before, he’d only moved coffee tables and a few chairs in your living room. Never before had Mark set foot in your bedroom. But this time, he imagined, your dresser needed to be moved. And so, you’d invite him in, because you were so innocent and sweet and you believed Mark would have nothing but good intentions.
But then, Mark imagined, you’d finish moving the dresser. And you would be exhausted, so you’d flop back on your bed. And Mark would admire you. He’d think of a good pick-up line in the moment, he always assured himself, because truthfully he didn’t know how he was supposed to get from point A to point B. Point B, of course, being him fucking you into the mattress.
That was supposed to be the first time he saw your room, the first time he saw you naked . But now, everything was thrown off. He’d seen your room, of course, because that’s where you filmed your videos. And, obviously , he had seen you naked, too.
His whole idiotic fantasy had been squashed before his very eyes. It was stupid, he knew, to mourn the loss of his silly scenario, but it was one that had served him well in the several months he’d been crushing on you. Some of his best masturbation sessions had begun with that very scenario in mind.
When Mark was finally back inside his apartment, he threw his mail on the table with a frustrated sigh. His boner hadn’t gone away, try as he might to ignore it. The more he thought about you, however, the worse it became.
Mark’s sex drive usually wasn’t this high, but he found himself heading back to his bedroom and back to his computer. He’d bookmarked your profile, because of course he had. And so, with a fresh wash of shame coming over him, he settled in to watch yet another one of your videos.
~~~~~
It had been about a month since Mark discovered your videos. You didn’t have too many on your account to begin with. You seemed new to posting, only having about 30 uploads by the time Mark found you. Now, Mark had seen every one of those videos (two or three times each, but who’s counting?), and every one of the ones you’d posted since.
You didn’t upload too frequently, but when you did, Mark was always one of the first people to watch. Was it weird that he checked back so often? Probably. Did he care? Only a little bit. Mostly, he was just entranced by you. He couldn’t help the way he kept coming back for more, no pun intended.
He’d gotten better at looking you in the eyes since that first day. Your conversations flowed like normal. Once, you’d even invited him over for your signature coffee dates in your apartment. That day, Mark had been rock-hard in his pants the entire time. His mind had been flooded with “what-ifs” about taking things to your bedroom, and you asking to record the whole encounter for a porn account he definitely didn’t know about beforehand.
But none of that had happened. You just chatted about life as you usually did until you informed Mark that you had a movie to catch with your best friend. He had thanked you for the coffee and the company before bidding you farewell. And when he got home, he was quick to head straight to your account again.
He always felt so guilty after every masturbation session. He felt it was wrong to be doing this to you, acting like he didn’t know what you did behind closed doors. But, Mark also enjoyed the thrill. The sense of something forbidden was another factor that contributed to the absolutely incredible orgasms he’d been having recently.
Though, he realized, it still wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted you .
Mark noticed (because of course, he did) that you rarely had the same people with you in your videos. Whatever partners you had would usually only be in two or three videos before it would be someone different, or no one at all. From your talks, Mark knew you hadn't had a steady relationship in a while. So, he supposed, these were all flings that somehow happened to agree to being filmed on a few occasions.
Recently, though, your videos were all solo’s. Not that Mark minded, of course. These were always his favorites. But he often found himself checking the comments, reading the feedback left by other people. Some commenters were getting antsy, asking when you’d be fucked like a dumb whore again. While solo videos were appealing, it seemed a lot of people were craving a bit of variety in your content.
And bingo! Mark found his opening.
This was crazy. He knew it was. Inviting himself to be in one of your porn videos was the craziest idea he had ever had in his life.
And yet, here he was, knocking on the door of your apartment with a plan.
You answered rather quickly, a pleasant smile spreading onto your face when you saw who it was. “Mark,” you greeted. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just… wanted to talk, if that’s alright,” he said.
“Sure! I’m not doing anything. Come on in.”
You opened the door the rest of the way and he stepped aside. Once Mark was in, you shut the door and locked it. You did this every time, but this time, the sound of the lock clicking into place made Mark nervous.
While Mark went into the kitchen to prepare coffee for you both, you turned off whatever show you’d been watching. It was strange, Mark thought to himself, how natural it was for him to be here. It was strange how easy it was to make himself comfortable in your space.
It was dangerous, more than anything.
“What’s up?” You asked, sitting at the kitchen table and watching Mark turn on the kettle.
“I, uh, just wanted to… talk.”
You laughed. “You said that already.”
“Right! Right… I did.”
His silence felt heavy and awkward as he grabbed the instant coffee you kept in your cupboards. You watched him spoon some into two mugs, all the while not saying a word.
“So…” you prompted.
Mark stayed silent again.
“Mark, are you going to tell me what’s up or not?”
“I…. Uh, I…”
“Spit it out, Mark. I’m not a very patient woman,” you teased, hoping he’d at least chuckle or joke back.
“I found your videos.”
You shut up fast and Mark internally cringed for the way he had brought it up so bluntly. His back was still turned to you, and now he was terrified of what expression was on your face. He didn’t want to turn around. He didn’t think he could look you in the eyes.
Then, you chuckled. “So what? I’m a grown woman.”
Fuck, your tone was defensive. Fuck , he’d screwed up already.
“No, no, no. That’s not why I brought it up,” Mark reassured, finally turning to face you.
“Why then?”
You folded your arms over your chest with an incredulous look on your face. Oh God, you thought he was here to judge you. You thought he was judging you and attacking you for doing what you wanted with your body. Mark would never do that. And now, he realized, admitting exactly why he was here was the only way to get himself out of this mess.
“I was wondering… well, if I…” His voice trailed off.
“If you?”
“If I could… be in one?”
Mark had squeezed his eyes shut as he said this, turning his head away in fear. He couldn’t look at you when you heard what he said. He couldn’t see the way you registered his words, the way you reacted when you realized what he meant.
If Mark had had his eyes open, he would have seen your own eyes widen and your jaw drop open. Never in a million years would you have thought that shy-boy Mark next door would be here asking to join you in making a porn video. And yet, that’s exactly what had just happened.
“Are you… serious?”
He didn’t open his eyes, but he nodded in affirmation.
For a minute, you were going to send him home. You were going to tell him to leave and pretend none of this ever happened. But then, you considered the offer. Your comments had been asking for another person in your videos. And you had honestly grown tired of always pleasing yourself, wanting to be taken care of for a change.
Now that you looked at him, really looked at him, Mark was quite good-looking. You had always found him charming and cute, but only now did you realize he was actually handsome. He was muscular, too; that much you could tell from the way his arms filled in his sleeves. You knew he was strong enough to help you move furniture - surely, he could manhandle you in just the right way.
And now, something was stirring inside of you; suddenly, you had the desire to know what Mark Lee was like in bed.
“If you’re 100% serious right now… then turn off the kettle and follow me.”
Mark felt like he was dreaming. He peeked open a single eye to see if you were serious and, sure enough, you were standing from your chair. It was cute, you thought, how quickly he rushed to turn everything off, trailing eagerly behind you.
And now, here he finally was, in your bedroom.
Mark imagined you’d kiss him now, but instead you went to your closet to retrieve your camera and tripod. Mark gulped as he watched you pull the items out of storage, setting them up by the corner of your bed.
You noticed him fidgeting in place, nervously watching you set everything up. You stopped what you were doing and walked over to him, taking hold of his hands in yours. You looked into his eyes and noticed the underlying fear.
“Hey, are you alright? Everything good?” You asked.
He nodded. “I’ve just… never been filmed before.”
“Listen, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No!” Mark said, perhaps just a bit too eagerly. “No, I… I want to.”
You smiled at that. He was really cute up close. You wondered why you hadn’t noticed it before. You ran your hands through his hair a few times, all with a reassuring smile on your face.
“Then, do you want to start without the cameras? Ease your nerves a little bit…”
Your tone was so sultry, voice so sexy as it entered his ears. His nervous hands made their way to your hips automatically, not pulling you in but just resting there. It was more for him than for you. It was to reassure himself that this was actually happening, that you were actually here. The feel of your body beneath his hands was enough proof to remind him this wasn’t a dream or some stupid fantasy. This was real .
And, God, he was real hard right now.
You took the lead, leaning in for the first kiss. It was passionate from the get-go, meant to rile Mark up and get him going. Little did you know, he was ready since before he even set foot inside. Your fingers in his hair pulled him in closer, forcing him to mesh his lips against your own.
And Mark responded in kind. One of his hands traveled up to your head, cradling your skull and tangling in your hair. He gripped it tightly, pulling at it almost instinctively. He hadn’t pulled hard at all, but you still released the tiniest whimper against his lips. He was eager to hear it again, eager to taste that sound on his tongue. So, he parted his lips and welcomed you in with a teasing tongue. As soon as your tongues met for the first time, he pulled again, and that delicious noise you made entered his mouth unobstructed.
God, you tasted so good . Clearly, you’d had coffee earlier today, too, as Mark could taste the bitter flavor on your tongue. He felt so light-headed as you two easily fell into a rhythm, sweet moans cascading out of your mouth and into his. You walked him backwards a bit, pinning him against the door. Mark was surprised by how you seemed to be taking charge of the whole thing. And, though he was slightly embarrassed he wasn’t the one in control, he also couldn't argue when he felt your hand cup him through his pants.
“So hard for me already,” you moaned against his lips. “So big , too.”
That last part was a bit of an exaggeration on your part. From what you could feel, Mark was probably only average in size. Still, the words stroked his ego just as you had intended, and he groaned appreciatively into your mouth.
As your hand rubbed him over his pants, he started canting his hips in time with your strokes. He rocked so rhythmically it was almost impressive, and suddenly you remembered Mark telling you that he was part of a dance troupe. A delighted shiver ran down your spine in anticipation. Surely, if Mark was as good a dancer as he had claimed, he would know exactly how to move his body.
You were thankful Mark had chosen to wear something casual. The elastic waistband of his joggers made it easy to slide your hand right underneath. You had expected another layer, but when your hand made its way into his pants, you found his erection hot in your hand.
“You came prepared,” you teased.
He flushed a deeper red than he already was. “I… yes.”
You chuckled, “Don’t worry. I think it’s cute.”
He let out a small sigh of relief at that. And then, that quiet breath turned into a shaky moan as you began to stroke his cock. It was slow, at first. Sure, Mark had been leaking precum since he walked through the door, but your hand wasn’t nearly wet enough to make the glide easy just yet. For a moment, you withdrew your hand from his pants.
Mark was about to protest this change when he opened his eyes to watch you spit in your open palm. It was an action he’d seen you do before in a few of your videos but, fuck , nothing beat the real thing. Nothing could ever beat watching you, only a few inches away, spitting into your hand with the dirtiest look on your face. And the true cherry on top was the fact that that hand, the same one you’d just spit in, was now wrapping back around his cock.
The glide was much easier now, and Mark was biting his lip to hold back his moans. His hands searched for purchase against the door, but the flat wood offered no support. One hand did manage to find the doorknob, though, and it held on tightly with its white-knuckled fist.
His other hand, still searching, made its way back to you. First, it landed on your shoulder, grabbing on tightly to your shirt. Then, it slid up a bit, and found its home on the side of your neck. He used this hand to pull you in for another kiss, one that was messier and sloppier than the previous ones. Finally, his hand found its home in your hair, tightening in the tresses.
You moaned when he pulled it harder than before. The force behind it wasn’t something you hadn’t expected from him. Then again, you hadn’t expected him to come over here today and make this proposition at all. Mark was just full of surprises today, it seemed. Not that you were complaining.
Your hand squeezed the head of his cock and Mark gasped. His mouth fell open against your lips and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your face. He was so sensitive, it was honestly adorable. You knew this was going to be fun.
And by this , you meant your plan to turn his brain into actual jelly.
What better way to do that than a blowjob, right?
You pulled your head away from Mark with enough force that it signaled him to remove his hand from your hair. When you pulled away, you took a moment to look at him. His lips were swollen already, shiny with spit and pinker than usual. His cheeks were red and his eyes were wide open, pupils blown and following your every move.
You watched those same eyes follow you down, down, down… until you landed on your knees in front of him. Your hand was still in his pants, tugging at the waistband from your new position. You cocked your head slightly, asking a wordless question that he answered with a nod. Then, down came his pants, pooling around his ankles.
When you finally saw his cock, you noted that it was rather good-looking. His hair was kept neat and trim, and what he lacked in length he made up for with girth. There were a few small veins that protruded neatly, all sitting pretty and pointing at his pink tip. You usually didn’t enjoy looking at dicks, despite what your side-hustle might have portrayed. Mark’s dick, though… this was one you found yourself salivating for.
“It’s pretty,” you told him.
“ You’re pretty,” he tossed right back.
You giggled at his words, and Mark swore the sound was the best thing he’d ever heard. That, coupled with the way you looked right now - on your knees, staring at his dick - could probably kill him. He was so nervous, and yet, he couldn’t wait another second.
His hips moved on their own, bucking forward slightly as an indication that he wanted something . You rewarded him by bringing your hand back to his cock, resuming your strokes from earlier. Now that you were no longer restricted by his pants, the glide is much smoother and more languid. Mark moaned as soon as you touched him and the sound shot heat straight between your legs.
You shuffled your thighs together in hopes of gaining friction, and the movement didn't go unnoticed by Mark.
“Let me take care of you,” he offered.
You smiled up at him. “But I need to take care of you first.”
“No, please… let me help you.”
You raised an eyebrow. Was he seriously passing up a blowjob in favor of your needs? You’d always known Mark was selfless, but this really took the cake.
“Are you sure? I’m literally on my knees for you.”
The words made his cock throb in your hand, you could feel it. Still, he nodded his head. “I want to- fuck- I want to make you feel good.”
You could hardly find it in you to protest any longer when he was so persistent. When his arm grabbed your wrist and stopped your hand on his cock, you stood and let him take over.
Quickly, he disrobed you. Everything came off so fast you hardly knew what landed where in your room. Mark led you backwards and guided you to lay on the bed. While he unashamedly stared at your now-naked body, he took off his shirt, too. You took a page from his book and stared right back at him; god, who knew he was hiding so much muscle under those oversized tees and baggy jeans?
Then, he climbed on top of you, and his lips ended up on yours once again. However, they didn’t stay there for long. After getting a taste of you once more, Mark began moving his lips lower. He kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, over your tits, down your stomach, then settled his face between your thighs.
“Wanted to eat you out so bad,” you heard Mark mumble.
And before you could ask him what he meant by that, his tongue silenced you by licking a stripe up your slit. You were wetter than he’d expected. He could tell that much from how much of your flavor coated his tongue from just the first lick. Up until now, he’d thought he was the only crazy horny one in the room. Turns out, he was wrong.
Mark had never been so happy to be wrong in all of his life.
Your flavor was addicting. Mark was hooked from the first taste. Tangy but sweet, he chased that flavor all the way to its source. Truly, Mark was eating you out . His tongue was alive within you, attempting to reach every single inch, no matter how impossible the task. It was clumsy, but it felt incredible. What Mark lacked in technical skill, he made up for with enthusiasm. The excitement he felt being between your legs spurred him on to give you some of the best head of your life.
And, Mark wasn’t a complete idiot, either. While his mouth was focused on your hole, his thumb found your clit. He rubbed it in sweet circles that made you pulse around his tongue. Each new tensing of your muscles against his only made him rub harder, lick faster, explore more. Mark was going to satisfy you, he was going to make sure of that.
And, surprisingly, he was doing a damn good job. It was only a few minutes before you felt your stomach heat up and your core begin to tighten. It was way too soon to have an orgasm, but Mark seemed to possess skills that even he didn’t know about.
“Mark, baby, I’m-”
God, it didn’t matter what you were going to say, because the moment you called him baby, Mark was gone . He had never been so turned on in his entire life, so high off his mind on horniness. His hips began humping the bed as his tongue began to move faster, his thumb began to press harder.
This newfound vigor brought you even closer to your orgasm. Your hand flew down to clutch Mark’s hair and your thighs trembled around his face. He wanted to look up at you, he really did, but he couldn’t tear his focus away from your pussy for even a single moment.
Your scent, your taste, your sounds… everything about you was intoxicating. Mark was drunk. He wanted to die between your legs, have your cunt be his last meal. And, fuck , when you came directly on his tongue, Mark believed he might actually die.
Somehow, your juices tasted even sweeter when he knew he was the cause. Even your moans sounded prettier when he knew they were in response to his actions. Though, truthfully, it was hard to hear them with your thighs pressed so tightly over his ears. He didn’t mind, though. How could he? Here you were, caging him in, and Mark would probably spend eternity here, if you’d let him.
But soon enough, you pushed him away with a shaky hand and whimpers of over-sensitivity.
“Mark, fuck, that was-” Your whole plan had been to turn his brain into jelly, not the other way around. So, then, why had it been so good? You imagined he’d have a cocky smirk on his face, but he was looking at you with eyes just as wide in surprise. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
He blinked. Just… blinked. “I don’t know. I just… wanted to taste you.”
He was saying all the right things and you were already ready for round two. You sat up and nearly pounced on him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips right back against his. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn’t mind one bit. If anything, that fact only turned you on more.
“Want you,” you moaned, “ Need you.”
And Mark felt exactly the same way. He lowered you back down onto the bed, never once breaking the kiss. He slotted himself between your legs and began rutting between your folds. You were so wet, he thought. That was the only thing he could think. His mind was mush as his cock felt you for the first time - wet and warm.
But he knew you’d feel even better once he was inside.
He rocked back and forth gently, every slide making his head bump your clit. He pulled more delicious moans from your mouth with each of his thrusts. You almost felt embarrassed at how easy it was for him to make you feel good. Most of the guys you filmed with had passable skills at best. Most of the moans in your videos were fake, because most guys didn’t have a clue about how to please a woman. And yet, of all people, Mark Lee was turning you into a moaning mess without even putting his dick in you yet.
“Condom. Do you-” Mark asked, breathless and clearly just as desperate as you.
“I-in my drawer. But…”
But? But what ?
Afraid you might be wanting to stop, Mark stalled the motion of his hips as he prompted, “But…”
You bit your lip, somehow shy right now despite the fact that it was he who had the audacity to waltz into your apartment and ask to fuck you.
“I’m clean. And on birth control…”
It took him a moment to process your words. But, as soon as that moment was up, he damn near came on the spot.
“You…” Mark tried to say, but his brain was broken, and he couldn’t form any words.
“You can still use a condom if you don’t trust me, or just wanna be safe, or for any other reason…”
“And pass up the opportunity to cum inside of you? Fat chance,” he scoffed.
You chuckled at that, and then Mark realized he’d said those words out loud and not in his head. He wanted to die from embarrassment, but it was a little hard to dwell on that when your hand was guiding his cock to your entrance.
“So, then, what are you waiting for?”
He swallowed thickly.
“Fuck me, Mark Lee.”
If you could tattoo words on your brain, Mark would want those tattooed in the biggest letters possible. He would want this whole moment tattooed, truthfully. He needed it all etched into his memory forever. The way you looked, the way you sounded, the way you said his name… oh, God, he needed to remember it all.
And this , oh, this feeling . He needed to remember the feeling of pushing into you for the first time. He needed to remember the way you hugged him so tightly, the way your face twisted in pleasure, the way your moans sounded shaky and incredible. He was going to lose it between your legs, he was going to die fucking you.
Mark resolved that, really, he just needed this whole experience tattooed.
That first push in made you gasp for air. He’d made you cum so easily with his tongue that you barely even realized he’d never even put a finger in. He’d never stretched you out or prepared you for him in any way. You were eternally grateful for the copious amounts of saliva he’d left on you that made the slide that much easier. And, thankfully, your orgasm had relaxed your walls a bit, too.
Still, the stretch hurt. Yet, you found yourself enjoying the sting.
He groaned in your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
When he had fully bottomed out, he took a moment to enjoy your warmth around him. The pleasant pulse of your cunt hugging his length nearly sent him to heaven. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed you again. It was, on his end, a thank you kiss. It was his way of saying thank you for welcoming him today, thank you for accepting his offer, thank you for letting him fuck you right now.
And you gratefully accepted his thanks. The skills of Mark’s tongue were not only useful on your cunt, but they also made kissing him an incredible experience, too. As you two laid there, kissing on your bed, you wondered why you’d never done this before. You were almost mad you’d never tried to fuck the cute neighbor.
You were officially mad about it when he started moving his hips.
You were 100% right about Mark’s dance skills contributing to his skills in the bedroom. The man could move . His thrusts weren’t hard, but they were smooth, and fluid, and deep . You were surprised by how truly deep he seemed to feel, given what you’d seen earlier. You didn’t think he’d ever be able to reach these parts of you, and yet, here you were, pleasantly surprised you were wrong.
Mark was a talker, it seemed. In between his thrusts, he’d be muttering to himself about how good you felt, how warm you were, how tightly you hugged him. But his words were whispers, not meant for your ears. You didn’t like this at all, so you spoke up.
“Talk to me,” you begged. The pleading look in your eyes sold it. “I want to hear how I make you feel.”
He tossed his head back for a moment, groaning loudly. Then, he hung it forward once more to look in your eyes.
“How you make me feel? Fuck, baby, you feel perfect. You make me feel perfect.”
It was the first time he’d called you baby and, much like he’d reacted before, you couldn't help but blush and heat up. A sultry moan passed through your lips. He felt your cunt flutter at his words and he smiled.
“What did you like? The praise?” It was a genuine question. He wanted to know what you liked. He wanted to know what made you feel best.
You nodded hurriedly. “Praise and… the- fuck- the nickname.”
“Baby?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.
You moaned particularly loudly after he said that, and he took that as a yes.
From that moment on, Mark did not shut up. Ordinarily, you might have minded a guy that was talkative during sex, but something about it being Mark - the guy you always hung out with for your long talks - made it different. His voice was usually a comfort for you, something to soothe you and talk you through your everyday troubles.
You’d never thought you would hear him like this. You never thought his voice would sound so husky and needy. You never thought his words would be bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm before he’s even had his first.
“You’re so good for me. So tight and so warm.”
You whimpered and he smiled.
“You’re doing so well, baby. So, so well.”
While he fucked you, Mark can’t help but be distracted by your breasts. Right now, he’s thinking it’s an absolute shame that he didn’t pay more attention to them during foreplay. He had been too focused on your cunt that he’d almost entirely forgotten about your chest. Now, though, he made up for it by watching them bounce with the force of his every thrust. One of his hands moved to fondle them and you moaned appreciatively at the new action.
Distracted by your tits, Mark’s thrusts started to falter in rhythm. He pulled out a bit more now, leaving you feeling more empty than you’d like.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctually. You don’t want him to leave you for even a moment. And, though Mark had no plans of doing so, he welcomed your legs around him gratefully.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Wrap your pretty legs around me. Keep me in. Don’t let me leave.”
He was saying all the right things to make you feel dizzy. You felt so impossibly good from his words alone, it was a marvel that you hadn’t cum yet.
But, with the way he was fucking into you right now, you could tell it won’t be long.
Mark, truly, had never felt this good in his life. He could swear this was the best sex he’d ever had, and you’re hardly doing anything other than laying there and letting him use you. And that, in and of itself, was doing it for him. The way you relaxed and let him take over. The way you became putty in his hands, the way your face looked entirely erotic and your moans sounded even moreso. All of it together pushed him so close to the brink that he was terrified he’d cum before you.
But he simply couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe that he was here after all this time, fucking you in your bed. He couldn’t believe he actually made a move on his pretty neighbor. He couldn’t believe it worked . He felt so beyond lucky that you let him do this, that you let him see you like this.
Because, even though he’s seen it all on a screen before, seeing the real thing is entirely different.
Seeing the more unpleasant angles, feeling the uncomfortable sweat, hearing the creaks of the bed that are usually too quiet in your videos… Right now, he was getting it all. He was getting every part of this experience with you. Because, just as much as he got all the bad things, he was getting all of the good things ten times over.
He felt so fucking lucky.
“So lucky,” he couldn’t help but say. “So lucky to have you.”
Why those words pushed you over the edge, you don’t know. But they did, and you came for Mark for the second time tonight. Your vision went white and your body seized as all of your senses were overwhelmed by him . Mark was the only thought on your mind right now. And, if you were being honest, he’ll be the only thing on your mind for days to come.
He felt it more than he saw it. He felt your body tense beneath him, felt your walls tighten around his length. That’s when he saw your head tilt back and your eyes screw shut. Your mouth hung wide open as you moaned his name, and Mark was mesmerized. He watched it all with bated breath, still feeling every second of your orgasm on his cock.
And when you looked up at him after you’d recovered with the sweetest smile on your lips, that’s all it took to push him over the edge. He thrusted only a few more times before his hips stalled and pressed flush against your own. He came with a deep and guttural groan, one that vibrated his chest and yours, too. You could feel him release into you, heating you up from the inside out. It’s nothing you’re not used to, but it still felt different this time.
You liked it a bit more, you think, when it was Mark’s cum filling you up.
He stayed inside of you as he softened, then quickly pulled out and fell on his back beside you. You were both panting and sweaty, both in desperate need of water and at least a towel, but neither one of you made any move to stand. You were too tired, too blissed out to care. So, instead, he took your hand in his, and you stayed in bed a little longer.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him yet, so your eyes wandered the room. That’s when they landed upon your forgotten tripod and camera, still positioned by the corner of the bed.
“Oh, shit,” you said, surprising both him and yourself with the sudden dialogue.
“What? What is it?”
“I forgot to record.”
Mark looked over at the camera by the edge of the bed. It was comical that you’d forgotten, and so, Mark laughed. You punched his arm.
“Mark, it’s not funny! I was excited to finally be able to post something new,” you scolded.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized, though he was still laughing.
You turned your head towards him, a fake glare on your face. He sheepishly shut up when he believed you were upset with him, and now it was your turn to laugh. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy that fucked you so well just a moment ago.
“What? What’s so funny?” He whined.
Though it wasn’t what you were laughing about, you had a realization. So, your lips spread into a smile as you told him, “You know what this means, right?”
He shook his head, not sure if he should be scared or excited.
“This just means we need to go again.”
Mark liked the sound of that.