Playdate with my enemy (who I definitely don't have sexual fantasies about)

Truth or Dare 🔥👀

"Truth." He answered. I had chosen a rather safe question to start with, as I was still unsure of his intentions with me: "What's your ideal type?". I was very eager to know. I wanted to be more like that, I wanted to be his ideal type. "You are." he responded, blushing and turning his head away from me. I was his type? Wow, I mean, yeah I was hot and smart, but I was his superior at work and I had always figured he'd prefer submissive women over well....me. Nonetheless my heart beat spiked and I could feel my breath getting shaky as I looked at him. He was so beautiful, and cute too. Especially now that he was flustered. He cleared his throat, "Thruth or Dare?". I was still going to play safe for a while. I'd let him make the first move. "Truth.", "What's your biggest turn on?" He ordered and I complied by describing his personality a way too obvious manner. The alcohol had gotten to my head, I felt no shame, only excitement. I was turned on, incredibly turned on by his presence alone. He chose truth again. "Are you single?" I asked, suddenly realizing, that I didn't even know. He scoffed."Of course I am. Why tf would I do all this, if I wasn't?". I felt confident now. He had done this with the intention of getting into some sort of relationship with me. Well, that had actually been kind of obvious from the start, but I just needed that last bit of reassurance before fully comitting to this. "Dare." I said. I was detemermined to get into his pants today! He smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Sit on my lap.". I immediately felt blood rushing to the place between my thighs. His voice, his smile, the way he talked to me, everything about him turned me on. Immediately my cocky smile vanished as I grew bright red with embarassment. I wasn't even the one who had asked for this. Why did I get so flustered about things like this, when, the one who had made that pervy request, looked so cool and hot, just sitting there, leering at me. He patted his legs, urging me to come sit down. When I sat down on his lap, I felt his hard dick against my ass. "Fuck" he groaned, as I rubbed against it, making me chuckle as I felt my insides clench and burn, yearning for more. I threw my hands around his neck as he cupped my ass with his hands.  "Truth or Dare?" I giggled. We were both drunk at this point. He paused to think "Truth." He responded once again. "Whats your deepest darkest secret?" I asked, expecting something sexual. He froze and furrowed his brows, obviously deep in thought about something. God what he had he done? Was he about to confess to a murder or something? I almost laughed out loud at that. I found myself extremely funny at times, though most other people found my sense of humor to be "quite disagreeable". Especially my mother, she had -"I can read minds.". I hesitated "What?" I laughed awkwardly, what a weird joke. His sense of humor was definitely worse than mine. Even when I had finished thinking about how I would definitely win in joke contest he remained dead serious, his gaze piercing through my eyes, into my soul. "Wait really? That's not possible. I can't possibly believe you.". Did he really think I would accept that as a fact? "I swear I can." He argued. "Tell me what I'm thinking about then." I demanded, giving him no credence whatsoever. He took a deep breath "You are thinking about --- do you really want me to say that out loud?" He sniggered. "Or-" his finger grazed my thigh as he looked into my eyes." should I just show you?" I remained silent, contemplating wether this was really a good idea. "Do you know how difficult holding back is, when I'm hearing your thoughts about me fucking you BDSM-style all day?" He whispered right into my ear, his voice deeper than usual. "I'm constantly hard at work because of you." What the fuck? It was crazy, but somehow I found myself believing him just a little. Might be that he had a talent with identifying peoples thoughts, maybe he just figured it out bc I had kept looking at him. "No Lillie, I didn't "figure it out"." He booped my nose."I know about it, because I can read your, btw fucking rotten, mind." he paused, tucking a strand of curly hair behind my ear. "And wow ---, you're a dirty bitch, aren't you? The things you fantasize about, the way you want me to treat you like a whore. You're such a needy slut for me. You'd let me fuck you right here, right now if I asked, wouldn't you, Lillie? Even now you're thinking about wanting my dick inside of you." he whispered, so close to me that I could feel his hot breath against my neck. "Yes, I am." I affirmed in a sudden fit of honesty, grinding against his bulge, through the thin fabric of my dress. He groaned. Pressing his face into the crook of my neck, biting me, where my shoulders met my neck. He had left a mark for sure, but that fact and the pain only made me feel more aroused. I lost it when he started licking and peppering my neck with hot kisses. I felt his big veiny hands on my hips as he started touching me, one hand wandering towards my waist, while the other grabbed my naked thigh through the slit of my dress, stroking it firmly. I could sense his desire for me. I could see the lust in his eyes. I could hear the shakiness of his breaths. I felt him, but I couldn't feel him enough. I wanted more. He caressed the inside of my thigh, purposely avoiding the area I needed him to touch the most. I moaned softly. Leaning into him. "You like that? You enjoy getting touched like this?" He smiled into my neck. I wanted to kiss him, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him towards me before softly pressing my lips onto his. He was a good kisser, I had figured he was, but I was good at it too. I melted into our kiss, giving all of me to him. For a second there was only him, the taste of his kiss, his intoxicating smell, his hands touching my body. Everything I needed was him. "Woaho, you only need me huh? Want to propose to me right now?" he chuckled darkly, looking into my eyes. He was such a tease. I chuckled. It was unfair. I wanted to know about his thoughts too. "I want to fuck you." He licked my ear, responding to my thoughts. "I want to fucking ravish you, like I did in all of your fantasies, I want you to not be able to sleep with anyone but me ever again." He was licking my neck now, tasting and smelling me greedily. "What stops you from doing so?" I inquired. "I want you to tell me, that you want me." He insisted, breathing heavily. I was more than eager to do so, eventhough I knew, he was already aware of how much I needed him. "I want you. Fuck, I don't want you, I fucking need you." He bit my shoulder, his sharp teeth sinking into my soft skin, so hard that I knew it would leave a bruise in the shape of his teeth. I wanted him to leave one, I wanted him to leave marks all over my body. I wanted him to make me his, so much so, that other people could physically see that I belonged to him. "I'll make you mine then. Though you already have been for some time now. After all, you're the one with crazy perverted fantasies about me, right?" he grinned. "And I need release desperately. I can't live my normally anymore. You haunt me, even in my dreams." I moaned as he suddenly grabbed my ass. "I'll glady make that up to you." He announced, sucking on my neck, making sure to leave a mark, that would turn into deep purpleish blue the next day. Fuck, I had never been so turned on. My dress was probably stained with wetness by now. "Should we test that out?" He asked. Removing his hand from my thigh, slowly moving it towards my core. As he touched me, I shivered, I had known that I was wet, but that amount of wetness was embarassing, even in my drunken state. "You really want my dick huh?" he said as he put his finger inside of me, making me moan out loud. He definitely knew what he was doing. How was he so good at this? "Better than in your fanatsies right? It took a lot of practice. But I also know exactly what you want. I know about your deepest desires ---- and I'll make all of them come true." he added another finger, making me grasp onto his arm for dear life. I had had good sex before. And with most of my previous partners I had actually orgasmed while having sex most of the time. But I had never come from vaginal stimulation alone. "This is a first for you then. Besides, don't think about other men when I'm the one whose fingers are inside you right now." He said sternly, slamming his fingers even deeper inside. I could only moan as I felt myself getting closer to climaxing. I came hard on his fingers, my walls clenching tightly around them. As he pulled them out of me, I immediately felt empty. I did not feel relieved at all, I felt even more greedy than before. I knelt down in front of him to unbuckle his belt. I was fully intending to suck him off, because I wanted to see him moan in pleasure as I knew my head was a "gift from God" and I really wanted to get even in terms of cumming. But he wasn't on parr with that. As soon as I had removed his belt he grabbed my wrist, stod me up, turned me around and unzipped my dress. I stood there in my pink underwear with hearts all over it, next to a man looking at me with dangerously horny eyes and an obviously very erect dick in his pants. "It's that obvious?" He scoffed. "Please, your dick is obviously huge." I sighed. "You imagined it to be humungous." He raised one eyebrow. I smiled feebly. I had imagined it to be big, but it was different in real life. Still, I was more than ready to feel him inside of me, so I wasted no time, laying down on the couch in the corner of the staff kitchen. "You really are sexy. Makes me want to gobble you up." He said, as he hovered over me. I burst out laughing. "Gobble me up?" I was still cracking up as he removed his tie, using it to bind hands behind my back. He was clearly irritated. I had hurt his pride. I gloated over that.  "You look so hot right now. God, I could cum just looking at you." he touched his raging boner. I sure hope you don't."Shit, its been too long." I wondered how long it had been. I had always taken him for a fuckboy kind of guy. "I'm no fuckboy!" He defended himself. "Though I must admit that I used to be one. But I'm not anymore! I have no interest in sleeping with anyone but you Lillie and I haven't slept with anyone for about a year." he admitted desperately. "What a waste." I remarked. Did he think I would dump him for his body-count? Come on, who would do that? There was no way I would dump him right now. He scoffed and slowly started taking off his button-up, making sure to spend an eternity opening each button. "You're such a tease." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "Don't act as if you're not into that." He replied. He was right, I was into it.
I held my breath as he opened the last button, finally taking off his shirt. Wow, he was fine as hell. How did one even get a body like that? "Genetics is a big part of it. I do work out a lot too. And I eat well." he answered my thoughts. I wanted to touch his chest, but my hands were still bound behind my back. He was able to touch me though. As soon as he was done with taking off his shirt he touched my breasts, and thighs, drawing his fingers over them, filled with desire. I remembered what I had said in my dream a few nights ago. "Doesnt that hurt?" I asked, my eyes pinned to the tent in his pants. "Totally. But I almost forgot about it, bc I lost myself looking at you." he joked, opening his slacks and taking them off, sighing with relief as he did so. He was wearing Clavin Klein underwear, so I could clearly see the outline of his huge cock through them. "Come on just fuck me." I begged. "I know you want to." I needed him right now. He chuckled and took off his underwear. I swear, to god, I had never seen such a beautiful man before. My eyes were probably lighting up with sparkles at the sight. His body was built a fucking work of art, chiseled by god himself or something! Veiny arms, beautiful hands, a good amount of muscle, not even mentioning his beautiful face and charming smile. "You're so beautiful." I gasped. Even his dick was beauitful, long and hard and veiny. "You know that I can hear your thoughts right?" he said smiling sincerely. When I looked at his face I noticed, that he was flushed. He had lost his composure. "Has no1 ever called you beautiful?". "Not --- like that." he smiled awkwardly and it felt way more real than his usual ironic, cocky smile. I turned my gaze back down, his dick was now twitching in anticipation, dripping with precum. "Seems like he can't wait to have some action." I laughed. "I can't wait either." he said as he slid my panties to the side. "Wait. I'll go get a condom from my bag." He had even brought protection, such a green flag, I almost forgot, that I hated his guts. "No, dont. I want to feel you raw and I have an IUD, no worries. I'll just trust that you usually use one and didn't catch anything while whoring around." I chuckled. "Did you just call me a whore?" he gazed at me, pretending to be offended. "Which one of us has violently perverted fantasies about the other on a day to day basis huh? I'm not saying that I dont think about fucking you while jerking off, but God, you're the whore." he laughed. I laughed too. I stopped when I felt his heat radiating between my legs. He slid his fingers over my entrance. "You're so wet for me, Lillie. Just tell me when you're ready." He smiled. Fuck this romantic gentleman shit. "Dude, just put it the fuck in. I'm so horny I can barely think straight!" He gasped as he entered me. "Fuck --- that's --- wow, Lillie, this feels great." I was feeling frustrated, rocking my hips against his, to get him to start moving. I wanted him to fuck me rough. He chuckled. "You're one horny little bitch, aren't you?" I moaned out loud, as he started moving. "God, please -- I --- just fuck me harder. Slap me, pull my hair, do anything just --- please be rough with me." I begged, gasping as he picked up his pace. "You want me to go rough hm? I tried to hold myself back and go easy on you, since this is our first time together but I'll go rough, if you want me to." Ending the sentence by kissing me hard and pasionate. We both moaned into the kiss as he started fucking me deeper, his dick pulsating inside me, hitting spots I had never even known existed. There was no denying it: He was a sexgod, an absolute menace in bed. This was more than I ever could've imagined. I was in heaven. It got even better when I suddenly felt his hand around my neck, coughing as he started tightening his grip around it, pulling my body closer to him with his other hand on my waist. "You make me go --- crazy. I cant fucking -- think straight. Shit -- I --- this has never happened to me before." he moaned, panting loudly inbetween words. He had so much physical power over me in that moment, but I knew that he would stop the second I wanted him to. I wasn't scared, just aroused as fuck. Considering the situation he had incredible stamina. I felt my own orgasm approaching, as his dick grew larger inside me. When he put his thumb onto my clit, flicking it up and down roughly, I lost it. I felt more satisfied that I ever had while having sex as I felt his dick pulsating inside, spurting great amounts of semen into me. For a few seconds we just stayed like that, panting, looking at eachother. He had released my neck after his orgasm. I had always had a thing for getting choked, but the way he did it was way too arousing, because he did not go easy on me, making it obvious, that he was into it too. He leaned back against the couch. I sat up and rrsted my head on his shoulder. We both looked at eachother, smiling feebly. "Wow. I really lost control there" he examined the marks his hand had left on my neck. "Are you okay? Did I do too much?". He was concerned for me. I smiled into his chest. "You know you didn't. You know Ixm into that. I loved every second of it." I almost fell asleep as I nuzzled into his chest. Until I remembered that we were still at work and other people were going to come in in the morning. Thats when I noticed the huge amount of bodily fluids we had spread all over the couch. Fuuuuck! "My cum is still dripping out of you by the way." he smirked. I scoffed. "You're proud of that, aren't you?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I am  proud of making you mine, yes." He beamed. "You're quick to call me yours." I retaliated. "Aren't you?" he responded, stroking my head.

I was, and there was no need to say for those words to be spoken out loud.

Authors Note:
Omg my first smut chapter. Sorry if this is cringey, I tried. I know this is moving quite fast, but I just couldn't wait. SORRY!