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The winner of the Jonny x Future Dreamers erotic story contest is Tilka Fosmale with her entry “*Drive me Home”*. Caution, content below is dangerously hot. ——————
I used to look for him all the time. I used to catch myself red-handed, waiting and watching. My ears would prick up at the open and closing of the door, at voices that resembled his. I would work, and never check the time. This was a place I knew I was alone. Until he was there. When he was, the time felt too fast. I would look up and see him, watching me, watching him. Hungry eyes that were so careful not to reveal their desires by lingering too long. We both knew to keep each other in check, because we were there to do our jobs, not lose them. But sometimes, the lights and cameras and clocks were not big or loud enough to silence the shrinking space between us. Anticipating my Monday morning pay-check was infinitesimal compared to anticipating the moment we’d let each other slip.
I needed a lift home. Or at least that was my alibi. When the clock ticked over to finish that night it was not tainted with the ache of leaving his gaze. It was rather calm, and urgent. As I typed my address into Google Maps, I could feel his eyes burning through me. We both knew we weren’t going there. Not yet. The country road wind seemed to vibrate and whisper. As we sped along, my mind buzzed desperately, for an excuse for us to stop. “I want to see the stars tonight.”
The words seemed to leave a sickly aftertaste as I pushed them off my tongue. He smiled, looking straight ahead. “I know the perfect place”. When we got to the look-out the lights of our town on the horizon seemed to smirk at us. “Do you want to go look at the stars?” he asked. I drew a sharp breath, my honest answer was hard to say aloud. He smiled again, that knowing smile. This time almost in a whisper he said, “Well tell me then, what do you want?”. I couldn’t wait any longer. I leant in, devouring his warm wet lips, drinking his breath. He was forceful, and soft at the same time. I bit his ear, and then whispered: “I want you to f*ck me like you’ve always wanted to.” He pulled me on top of him, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. I started to grind on him, taking pleasure in his gasps and groans, stopping to tease him. His eyes pleaded. “What’s wrong?”, I mocked. But he knew me well enough to know that I wanted to be put in my place. Pushing the seat flat and turning me on my back, he took a condom out of his pocket. “Open your mouth” he said. I obeyed. He put the condom wrapper on my teeth. “Now bite. Hard.” I did, and he ripped the packet open on my teeth. “Good girl.” As if I wasn’t wet enough already.
We couldn’t take our clothes off fast enough. Teeth, ripping at bra straps, at underwear, kisses in between. When we were ready, he took a moment to gaze down at me, penetrating my skin. “Please” I whispered. He slid into me slowly. I gasped and moaned. Gradually the thrusts got harder and faster, wetter and hotter. I begged him to choke me, and he did, reaching his long, strong fingers firmly around my throat, making my eyes roll back far enough to see God. He bit my lips, my nipples, my neck, stopping every once in a while to see me squirm and beg him to continue. Until he couldn’t stop any longer. His thrusts became faster, hitting me just right every time, increasing my pleasure to the point of ecstasy. And finally I couldn’t hold on any longer. All control I once had over my mind and body disappeared completely. I was screaming, as I dug my fingers hard into his skin and hair. He struggled through his moans to say, “Look at me”. So I did, and in that moment his eyes burned into me out of the dark much brighter, and deeper, than any star I could have seen that night.