SATURDAY NITE aka CAROL'S CHEER-UP FIC BY WHLWTCHER
PART FOUR
NOTE: This story is rated NC-17 by the author. If you are under 18, or would be offended by strong language and sexual situations this story is NOT for you.
PART FOUR
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The walk from the garage to the elevator to the penthouse had to be the longest walk in history. We couldn't get enough of touching each other as we caressed, kissed each other along the way. We made our way into the penthouse, stopping our kisses long enough to get the key in the door. She pulled me into the apartment, closing the door behind us as I backed her up against the closed door, our kisses becoming even more feverish with the realization that we were now safely home. Immediately we started stripping out of our clothes, her helping me with my coat, ripping it down my arms, letting it fall onto the floor. His hands hiked up my skirt again, taking my bottom into his hands, kneading the orbs and I fiddled with his pants, trying to undo the belt buckle.
Taking my hands from her butt I pushed her hands away from my belt buckle preferring instead to go straight for the zipper. They both had played a dangerous game of teasing all night and now they couldn't hold back even if they wanted to. They both sought, craved release instant mind-blowing release. They were hungry for it. She was slick with the excitement of his teasing and he was painfully hard from hers. Neither wanted to play anymore, the game had become too intense.
My arms around his shoulders, my fingers in his hair, he unzips his pants, moaning into my mouth as he frees himself from the confines of his shorts, his pants. Pushing me further against the door he takes my legs and raises them, hooking the back of my knees with his hands lifting me off the floor. I place the head of my engorged cock against her slick opening, looking into her eyes as I quickly penetrate her to the hilt with a deep grunt of satisfaction.
I gasped as he buried himself deep inside me, arching my back as I took his length inside me, feeling as it throbbed as my muscles squeezed him as his hips lurched upward in quick, uneven strokes. His breath quickened as my hips bucked the combination of his pelvis rubbing against my squeeze/release movements becoming more intense. My buttocks tightened in response to the direct stimulation of my clit as he pounded in to me, my legs shaking as I massaged him with my sex shuddering from the glow inside me that was building, becoming more urgent.
My hands squeezed the flesh on her thighs as she squealed louder as her hips bucked against me harder and faster, my balls aching as the tingle at the base of my spine intensified, signaling my approaching release. I wanted her to find her release before me, wanting to feel her orgasm shudder through her as her muscles clutched me as she came. But damn if I didn't think I could hold out, I wanted her too much. I had to resist the urge to cum as soon as I slide into her but now the urge was just too strong, I needed release. "I can't hold it, I've gotta cum." He announced, his breath quickening as the announcement turned him on even more than he was. She nipped at his lips, tonguing them, moaning, "Not yet, I'm almost there."
He growled in frustration, the sound causing her body to tightening around him. "So close." Sweat trickled down his spine, his shirt sticking to his skin. The palms of his hands had grown moist with sweat, causing him to quickly reposition them to keep her in his grasp. He heard her cry out as he did, his strokes moving deeper inside of her, pinning her further against the door. Harder and harder he pounded into her groaning as the pain and need of letting go increased inside him. The door rattled with the intensity of that need. "That's it," she cried as her body tightened in rhythmic motion as she climbed higher and higher. "Like that, yes, like that. Mm, Mm, oh, oh, Todd." She cried out hoarsely, shuddering violently as her orgasm slammed into her. I felt her squeeze me the final time before her body jerked against me, her sex fluttering around me as she came. It was all I needed to signal my release and with what sounded like a mix between a sigh and a guttural cry, he exploded inside of me, bucking up into me with quick, spastic motions.
We held on to each other for the longest time, Todd sliding to kneel on the floor with me straddling him. He has his head rested on my shoulder with my arms around his neck, stroking his slightly sweat damp hair. "If you promise that this will happen when we get home, I'll never bitch about going to another party again" She hugs me tighter, kissing my forehead as our breathing becomes normal again. "With all the parties this town has, we'll kill each other." she says through a stifled yawn. I follow suit, yawning, kissing her neck as I snuggle closer inhaling her sweet perfume mixed with sweat. "But damn, what a way to go." He says, kissing then teasing my neck with his teeth before looking into my eyes. Smoothing the hair over his face back, she kisses me, a long, sweet, butterfly kiss, nuzzling my nose afterwards, our foreheads touching.
"I think we need to move," he tells me. "My legs are falling asleep." With a noise of displeasure I agree, knowing the hard marble can't be at all comfortable. So untangling arms and legs we part, adjusting clothes in between kisses and tender touches.
"I think we need to send something nice to the Brahman's downstairs," she tells me as we make our way, arms intertwined to the staircase. "I'm sure the noise woke them up."
I smile knowing that more than likely it was probably true as I remembered the last time the Penthouse door was used as leverage for the Manning's sexual escapade. That poor couple had to have thought he must have been killing her, slamming her against the door repeatedly as they came upstairs pounding on the door to "save" Tea. Imagine their surprise when they are greeted with a partly opened door, Todd's tousled head poking through the opening growling "piss off" before slamming the door shut. They were an older couple but they knew what was going on and "saving" wasn't something Mrs. Manning wanted at that exact moment. So they ignored it which was probably a little difficult since it seemed to happen quite often. So to keep his wife from being horribly mortified every time she saw them, I started sending expensive gifts to keep them from bitching to management about the vocal couple upstairs. It worked because they never said a word.
"Pick something out," he told me as we started up the staircase towards our room. "But make sure it's really expensive. I have a feeling they're not going to get a wink of sleep tonight."
I smile as we reach our door, leaning against it, pulling him closer to me as I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him deeply. I sighed as she kissed my neck, taking a small amount of skin into my neck. "You know, we really need a house. On lots of land, with no neighbors around for miles."
She smiles at me as she opens the door, pulling me inside. "I agree. Let's work on that."
Shutting the door, Tea giggles as her husband takes her in his arms, nuzzling her neck, playfully pushing her onto the bed.
** "They're home" "I know, I heard." "You'd think after all this time, they'd be sick of each other by now." "We couldn't get that lucky."
With a sigh, the tired couple in the bedroom under the Mannings' room silently slid from their warm bed, grabbing covers and pillows as they make their way to the bedroom door.
"Good thing we invested in that sofa-bed out there." "You know, we really need a house. On lots of land, with no neighbors around for miles." "I agree. Lets work on that. First thing in the morning." "Well, at least we'll get a good gift out of it. I'd say a Porsche should cover it."
Laughing, the tired couple climbed into the waiting, already made-up sofa-bed. It was a Saturday night they knew the routine.
