Coming When He Calls Me

Author's Note: This is something a lot different me. Usually i write porn without plot but this time I wanted to try my hand at porn with plot xD. Please rate this story and tell me what you think about it. I would GREATLY appreciate it. Thank you :)

-Brandon S.

‘Please can we have dinner tonight? I need to see you.’

And there it is..

There it is ladies and gentlemen! The text from him that brings the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. The singular text that ends the five months of ‘never again’ and ‘I refuse to answer him’, down the drain as my thumbs hover over the keyboard. It’s like I can hear several people's voices in my head, screaming at me to close the text and go on with my life. However my own voices in my heart, head, and in my pants seem just a little louder, and they are starting to win this fight.

Fuck it.

I type the dreaded two letters on my phone and throw it down on the table before pressing sin. I run my hands over my face and through my hair and groan, not looking at my phone when I just jab my finger on the screen.

‘Ok’

I don’t even take my hands from my face, just groaning into them as regret sets in and I start yelling at myself. Like that post orgasm guilt, I am regretting what in the fuck I just did for a possible few minutes of pleasure. Why in the fuck am I doing this to myself, willingly throwing myself back into his trap?

‘Awesome! Andy is going to pick you up at 6:15 :).’

Fuck...well I can’t back out now.

Silently cursing to myself I pack my things back into my backpack, now having to go get ready for a date I swore I never would go on again. With a man that I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t see again. I just know how things are going to, hell I knew how things were going to go before I sent the text. I know exactly what in the hell I am going to walk into.

As much as I am saying how greatly I am regretting responding to him, I am so fucking happy he reached out in the first place. I hate that my heart is racing in my chest with excitement, and my legs almost want to run home to get ready. A smile spreads on my face, as excitement quickens my pace.

One thing is true, I love him.

And I am having a hard time denying that I do. Mostly to myself.

Well if anything for sure happens, I know that I will look good. Standing in front of the mirror I admire myself in the full length mirror by the door, my dark jeans hugging my thighs and if I do say so myself show off my nice ass. My button up shirt, only buttoned up to my lower chest showing off a decent amount of skin and the necklace that…well that he bought me.

6:15

Well now it is for sure too late to change my mind.

I already know what everyone is going to say once I know inevitably let it spill. Why in the fuck did you fold after five months? You were doing so well and better off without him, why would you go back?!

They don’t understand it though. Our relationship is complicated, it always has been and besides. Relationship aside, he and I have been bestfriends since the third grade, I wouldn’t want to throw it all the way either. Yeah this relationship has its complications, but hey what relationship doesn’t.

And well…I love him alright!

Wow.

Look at me, this morning if someone would have brought him up I’d have simply went about my day.

I went from never again, to oh my gosh I get to see him again and I have butterflies in my stomach. The whole time I spent getting ready, I won’t lie that I caught myself a few times smiling in the mirror.

I guess the thought of seeing him just bring up all the feelings I have desperately tried to hide in the last five months.

Ding!

The elevator chimes as the doors open, revealing the sprawling extravagant lobby. Only a few people sit around on the lounge chairs, the front desk man Sunny waves at me as I pass by giving me a warm smile. Walking closer to the doors, I am able to see Andy standing by the car door. Despite wearing sunglasses I can tell he stares at me, he wears disapproval so obviously across his face.

“Have a good evening Mr. Danny!” Mr Johnson says happy and excited as ever, opening the door as I step outside the cold breezy fall night. Andy stands in front of the car, this time I am for sure he is piercing daggers into my soul.

“Hii Andy,” I say almost nervously. He opens the car door without a word, a few seconds later motioning for me to get inside impatiently. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Get in the car please. He’s already there waiting.” I already know it’s no sense and trying to argue with him. So, I should just get my ass in the car.

Andy has been his security and personal driver since his and…her career took off. Andy quickly became almost like part of the family, and someone that I ultimately grew closer with. So naturally Andy being so close to us, more specifically him, he found out the true nature of our relationship. The whole, best friends since third grade was part of the story, that I was truly….well I was truly having some type of relationship with him. Originally he was shocked by the whole thing but quickly moved on, then as the months passed things got different with him. He was starting to become distant with me like he hated that I was around. And then the falling out happened five months ago, now I am back again and he obviously doesn't like it.

“Are you upset I’m back?” I say finally mustering up the strength to ask him. Looking into the rearview mirror he ignores me, continuing to drive down the evening busy city street. Sitting back in my seat I sigh, watching as we get deeper into the city. Eventually pulling into an alleyway before coming to a stop, something that I have gotten accustomed to.

“I thought you were going to stay gone this time.” He says, his face looking almost filled with concern. But as quickly as he shows it it’s gone, getting out of the car as do I. My heart races as I think about his words, but it’s not like I have much time to even think about it.

He pulls open the door nearest us, I walk inside into a not so busy kitchen. Only about three I think are in here, despite having my head down I can almost feel as if they are staring at me. I quicken my pace and then walk into one of the dining rooms, a man dressed up greets me but for some damn reason I can’t hear him. No matter how many times I do this, I’ll always feel a little icky at first. Being the person that is meeting someone they obviously shouldn’t be seen with. Why else would an entire restaurant be closed with just two people dining amongst themselves?

“Danny,” I hear my name called, bringing me out of my head completely.

There he is after two months of swearing up and down I wouldn’t do it again. Carlos, standing next to the table, looking at me. Smiling, looking at me with excitement and relief.

He looks at me, a bright and genuine smile plasters his face. Taking me in he stands there, taking me in his from head to toe. He’s already started the tactic of breaking down all my defenses that I put up. He;s always been able to do that to me, whether he realizes it or not.

“Danny, I’ve missed you!” He says, practically rushing me. Once within arms reach he grabs me quicker then I expected, pulling me into him. Pressing our bodies together as he seemingly takes me in. My forehead rests on his upper chest, he squeezes me running the palm of his hands over my back. His natural scent mixed with a sweet smelling cologne invades my nostrils as I am forced to breathe it in, breaking down my defenses with each breath.

Wrapping myself around him he pulls back a little. I look up at him and he smiles, a smile that destroys everyone who gets the privilege to see it in person. This one is different, more special. This one is, ‘I have longed for you now finally I get to hold you in my arms again.’

Without saying a word he grabs onto my face, leaning down and kisses me. My lips buzz with desirment and excitement at the feeling of his lips pressing against mine. A heat grows in my stomach amongst butterflies as the amazing feeling of his lips on mine becomes a once again reality.

All too soon though, he lets go of me and steps back smiling excited. He walks back over to the table, pulling out my chair. He excitedly pushes me in as I sit down. Running over to his own seat across from me. Both of us are silent, not sure exactly what to say to each other after two months, at least that’s how it is for me.

“I’ve missed you so much Danny.” He says leaning and running his thumb over the top of my hand.

I have missed you, more then you can fucking imagine.

“How's work?”

“Please, don’t do that.” He says looking half hurt.

“Don’t do what?”

“Act like a stranger. Not with me, you can’t do that with me.”

Normally that would seem like a totally harmless question, but he knows me better than that. Knowing I couldn’t give two fucks about his job or work, when it’s one of the reasons him and I aren’t…well him and I. But damn can you blame me, what does one say after storming off and saying they would never see them again?

“I’ve missed you too” I say choosing to go with the truth, part of me feeling like a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

Fuck him.

As soon as the words left my mouth I sighed, finally having the strength to say it to him and admit to myself out loud. I feel my eyes start to water as the long five months replay inside my head, even when I up and left him that day I yearned for him.

“I got you something,” He says to me as he stands and walks over to me with a small bag.

“You really didn’t need to.”

“Yess Danny I know I didn’t need to, but wanted to well…” He chuckles as she sets the bag down in front of me. “Open it.”

From the box I can already make a safe bet that it is some type of jewelry. My favorite accessory ever, the thing I longed for as a kid growing up and seeing movies and different pictures of. Well I could never have any of those things because of the whole poor thing…and you know the ‘whole stop acting like a girl’ thing.

When Carlos and I were kids dreaming of leaving the hell hole we were entrapped in he made me promises. We both did really. Promises of him making it big and us going to Hawaii together, which was the dream because of our weird obsession with the Lilo & Stitch movie. Then it became he promised to buy me all the jewelry I wanted no matter what…anyone said. He knew that it would make me happy.

He kept his word and bought me my first necklace when he got his first big check. Same necklace that sits around my neck now. I guard this thing with my life because it means so damn much to me.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, you gotta open it. And hurry up!”

Smiling, I take the black velvet box from the bag buried beneath tissue paper. I look at him shaking my head as I open it. My mouth drops down as I open the box and am almost blinded by lots of small flashing. A diamond necklace sitting in the middle, sparkling even in the little dim light of the restaurant.

“Carlos!” I gasp, in awe of something so beautiful. Also, too damn extravagant.

“You like it?”

“Like it?! I love it. But this is too damn much!”

“Oh shut up, here let me put it on you. And I know I won’t take off the other one.” He teases me, knowing I'm attached to the first big present he ever gave me.

He takes the box from my hands, taking the necklace out as he undoes it. Stepping behind me as he places it on my bare neck area, sparking as he clamps it on me. I can’t help but smile as I look down at the many diamonds around my neck.

“You look beautiful.” He says to me in my ear. I turn my neck to look at him, both of us leaning forward as we bring our lips together again.

Ding ding ding ding!

Mindy

Like a pebble going through a window, the atmosphere as his phone rings. I look at the screen first and her name and picture of them brings me back to reality. Reality of who I really am, and who Carlos is too.

Mindy, the woman of my nightmares, is Carlos’s wife.

“I’m so sorry, I gotta take this.” He says without so much as a second thought unfortunately. He angrily picks up the phone and then walks off around the corner into another part of the restaurant. Leaving me alone, with the illusion shattered of who I pictured myself to be for those blissful few seconds.

“May I get you anything for right now sir?”

Yes, could you get me a way where I wouldn’t have it this way?

“Just champagne for now.” I say smiling to him. As I wait for Carlos to come back.

After what feels like a humiliating amount of time, which in all actuality I think was five or so minutes, he comes back to the table apologizing to me and starts talking. Ever the charming Carlos, he pulls me in and begins to talk to me about work to which I retell several stories of my downfalls.

“Can I get you anything else tonight?”

“N-no were good,” Carlos laughs while responding to the waiter. He nods his head, his contagious smile gets to me easily. “I’ve missed this.” He says grabbing my hand, running his fingers over the top of my hand softly.

“I missed this too.” I say, one of the few times today that I have been able to admit out loud what I have been thinking over these months.

“You wanna get out of here?”

With that, he is paying the bill and then we are handing out of the restaurant from the same back door. This time hand in hand, Andy standing beside the open back door of the SUV. As we pull out from the alleyway we continue to hold each other’s hand, taking this time I rest my head onto his lap. Looking up at him trying to take in these moments, moments that unfortunately I know that I will not get to solely to myself. I reach up and run my hands over his jawline. Looking down at me he smiles, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

I truly have no idea why I do this to myself, I really don’t. But all of me doesn't fucking care anymore.

“Let me get the key in you fucke- ahhh.” Fumbling with the keys, my hands shake as I try and insert it to unlock the door. His tongue runs over the most sensitive parts of my neck making it harder to get the door unlocked. His hands roam, one reach into my shirt and pressing against my bare stomach. The other grabbing my shoulder.

The second we stepped from the elevator we were latched onto each other like magnets. The feeling that took over my body, the feeling still plaguing my body made me want to feel his skin on mine. I couldn’t have pulled away from him even if I had wanted to, I could almost feel that he felt that way too. The second the doors opened as we were out he grabbed onto my hips, pulling my back against his chest. I could feel his growing hardening groin pressed against my ass, his arms now freely tracing hips.

“Well, hurry up and get the door open. Don’t mind me.” he whispers breathily into my ear, giggling Continuing his assault on my ear as the clicking sound comes from the lock as I push it open. “See I knew that you could do it, I’m proud.”

“You’re such an ass.”

Running from him into the living room, a smirk crosses his face as he stands in the doorway. He shakes his head as I taunt him, slowly he shuts the door as he takes his time coming over to me. I want so desperately to run over to him and jump on him, my legs feeling as if they are going to do it on their own against my will. But I control myself and fall down onto the couch, propping myself on my elbows as I watch him saunter over to me. Swaying his hips horribly and shimming his shoulders, giving me the world's worst dance tease I have seen.

“You like this?” He asks, biting his lip as he starts to sway back and forth while taking off his jacket. Looking like a cheap stripper.

“No, I really don’t,” we both laugh. “I actually think my dick is going inside of itself now.”

“Shut up.” He laughs.

“I actually thin…think I am straight now.” My stomach hurts with laughter as I watch him shake his head and walk over to me.

“Hush,” he commands, well attempting to command. Pulling me by my thighs forward on the couch until I am almost completely pressed against him. I say nothing but look up at him, reaching my hands up as I play with the two bottom buttons that I can reach on his dress shirt. “Yeah, do what daddy tells you.”

“Jesus christ,” I laugh.

I get the two bottom buttons off, then lay my hands at my side again on the couch. Watching him as he takes care of the top three before abandoning it all together, pulling the shirt over his head and off. His muscular well defined smooth upper torso now on full display for me to take in again. A sight that I have missed, Carlos in all his muscular beautiful glory standing above me.

Without words I reach up and place my hands on his pecs, he looks at me smirking but turned on as well. Allowing me to explore his muscular body with my hands once more, the same body that I have longed for this last few grueling months. Going lower I start to trace his abs with my fingers, then getting down to his v-line area. Before he stops me.

“Come here,” I grasp in desperation. Pulling him down on top of me by the back of his neck. Our lips find each other the second they get close enough, whimpers and moans flow from my mouth and into his. I know that we are only kissing each other, but my body feels like it is aching. Overstimulation I guess you can say, already taking over my body. The feeling of his heavy muscular body on top of mine is overwhelming me and it is feeling too damn good. The months without him have deprived me more than I even realized, now I finally have him back.

“I missed you Danny,” he whispers, almost sounding sad. His lips hovering less than an inch above mine.

“I missed you too.”

More than you know.

I have to press my fingers against his back as I explore his muscular back. Already needing something to hold onto and use to release some of the tension that is building inside of me. The overwhelming ache and need gets worse, my cock completely hard now rubbing against what I can feel to be his. I can tell he feels the same exact way, his hips moving precisely to rub our neglected and hungry cock together.

“Fuuck,” he groans. “You feel so good.”

“I need you, please.” I plead.

“You have me, I'm right here.” he says, leaning down and attacks my lips again. My fingers are pressing into his back a little deeper now. His mouth focuses on a rather sensitive area of my neck, making me whimper and slighter squirm under him. His arms exploring down my body as he starts to lift my shirt up and up my torso. We separate just long enough for me to yank the shirt off of me, instantly kissing each other again once it is off. “You still sensitive?”

“No!”

I try to move from under him but it’s too late, he grabs hold of my wrists and pins them above my head. Holding me in place so that I am unable to move, despite really wanting to. I already know what he is going to do.

“Carlos, don’t. I can’t stand yo- ahhh!”

This time, the moans fly freely and loudly out and into the living room. Carlos leans down while holding me in place, taking my right nipple in his mouth and begins sucking on it. Since I can remember my nipples have been the two most sensitive parts on my body, easily getting overstimulated

“You want me to stop?” He teases, between licks of my nipples.

“Fuck you!” I blurt out, still trying to catch my breath.

“Mhmmmm maybe next time.”

He goes back to teasing my nipples, a gasp escapes my mouth as I start to squirm from under him again. The pleasure from his mouth feels too good, making me make the most high and loud moans I think my body can make. My higher and bigger moans seem like they are fueling his tongue to get faster and harder and suck on them harder.

“God, you’re killing me!”

He let’s go of me, sitting up on his knees. Reaching down he begins to take off his belt, slowly almost to further edge me on. “Now, we can’t have that now can we. Take your pant’s off.” I do as I am told, racing to pull mine before he can take his off.

I do, getting my pants off and leaving myself in my underwear as he takes his belt off and throws it on the floor. I jump to my knees and lean over, his crotch in my face as I move his hands to his side. Almost desperate to do this for him. Looking up at him I grab onto his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his knees. His navy blue briefs tight, his hardening cock perfectly outlined. Wasting in pulling his briefs down around his knees just above his pants. His hardening still flaccid cock hangs down between his legs, growing before my eyes. I lean forward and open my mouth, the head of his cock resting between my lips. And then in my mouth.

“Fuuuuck!” He lets out, throwing his head back in pleasure as his body tenses. Relaxing as I take more of him down my throat, it grows more and more as I do my best to take it all. With my nose pressed in his pubes I look at him, his face filled with pleasure as his entire eight and a half inch cock rests in my mouth.

Not to say like a complete slut, but I missed having his cock in my mouth. I missed the taste of him. The taste of his lips against mine, and the taste of his dick down my throat.

God, I really am too insane about him.

Without warning he grabs gently onto my head. Using it as leverage as he begins to move his hips in and out of my mouth. I beggin to take a little at the sudden and fastness of him fucking my mouth. But I relax and take it, drunk on the moans and grunts that flow freely from his mouth. Making my cock painfully hard in the black thong that leaves so little to the imagination.

“Good god Danny!” Speaking almost he moans, almost whining in a sense. “I missed this fucking throat of yours.”

My cock twitches as I move my head forward, to meet his already thrusting hips. His praise fuels me to suck him off faster.

“Mhmmm.” I moan around his cock as I feel his hand slide against my lower back. Sending chills everywhere as he goes lower, then slides down and runs his strong firm hand over my bare ass. Like a hysterical virgin I start to moan at this bare minimum touching. However, it feels so fucking good to me. His hand firm squeezing and massaging both my ass cheeks going back and forth. Slapping one of my cheeks.

“I need you.” Begging, I say as I sit up on my knees. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me against him.

“You need me?” He kisses me. I nod. “You need me?” I nod again. “Get down there.”

He pushes me and I fall back on my back, resting on the couch as I begin to spread my legs. He stands up kicking off his bottoms before joining me back down on the couch, positioning himself between my legs. Not even bothering with my thong, just moving the very thin black fabric from in front of my hole. I tense up and hiss as the head of his cock presses against my neglected and needy hole..

We both look at each other for a few seconds before I nod at him. Giving him the okay look, and the look of, ‘please dear god I need this.’ He starts to apply pressure as my face scrunches as his cock slowly starts to penetrate my hole.

“Ahhh!” I moan, throwing my head back.

Five months of absolutely nothing and no action, no being ruined and stretched by his large thick cock. It hurts like hell, only having spit to help his ease inside of me. I don’t dare tell him to stop or even slow down for that matter. It hurts so fucking good. Like that itch that hurts to scratch but it feels too good to stop.

“Fuck your soo tight.” He practically growls. Pushing in his cock about halfway before he presses our lips together again. I moan into his mouth as he does mine, I use this moment to push him down on top of me more. My fingers roam across his muscular back as he starts moving his hips in and out of me.

“And your fucking huge!”

I’m not lying.

His cock reaches places deep in me that no one has ever managed to make me feel before. It feels intense but so fucking incredible.

“Fuckinng shit i’m not gonna last.” He moans as he stops kissing me. Laughing a little as he starts to go faster.

“Then fuck mee”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yess!”

Without another word he grabs onto my hips and slowly but forcefully slides the rest of himself inside me. I grab on almost to his back, bracing myself as he starts to slam into my ass. The both of us get vocal as his cock pounds into me. My hands reach farther down as I run them over the middle of his large round ass.

“Fucking hell Danny! Fucking tight as fuck!” He growls almost, pounding into me harder now. I start to scratch up his back, my moans turn into whimpers of overstimulating pleasure. “Gahh damn it.” He groans, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

He is going to cum soon.

Some part of me wishes that he cums inside of me. And in some fucking world he will get me pregnant. And I will alway have him by my side.

“Fuckk I’m going cum!” I yell. Not realizing how close I was until now.

“Fucking cum for me!”

My cock erupts soon after, he pounds me through my orgasm as my cock erupts over the both of us. Most of it hitting my mid torso as I hold onto him as my orgasm rips through me. My body goes stiff and I throw my head back and let out a final groan as my orgasm subsides and he continues to pound into me.

“I love you.” I cry.

“I love you too. Fuckk!”

With a harsh and final slam I feel him erupt inside of me. Thrusting a few times to empty himself inside of me. He groans and shakes through his orgasm, falling on top of me with all of his weight. The both of us trying to catch our breaths, the both messy as he becomes soft and slips out of me.

“I missed you Danny.” He whispers, kissing my collar bone.

“I missed you too.”

I whisper, my eyes annoyingly fill with tears. I wrap both arms around his back. Holding him tight and swinging my leg around his waist.

Wanting to hold him within this moment forever. I Want to hold him with me forever.