He Licked My Ass on the Staircase

Chapter 16

I was chilling at home, minding my own business, lounging around in those ratty old clothes I wear to get comfy, when my phone buzzed. It was him—my fuck buddy from the building. The sleaziest bastard I'd ever met, a guy who was worth shit but knew exactly how to reel me in, how to get me all worked up. He'd pull the string right to the breaking point... and me, of course, I never put up a fight.

The message flashed on the screen:
"Hey, meet me on the stairs. I wanna eat your ass. Half hour, that work?"

These days, I might've told him to fuck off. But back then... that shit was the highlight, it had me shaking inside. No one had ever talked to me like that, so raw, so straight-up—and I loved it. Plus, I never passed up a chance to fuck him. We'd barely be out of sight for two minutes before our hands were shoved down each other's pants.

I bolted to the mirror, fixed my hair, checked that my panties were straight, and made up some excuse for my mom just so I could slip out. My heart was already pounding, my pussy throbbing just thinking about what was coming.

The spot was perfect: one floor below the penthouse. We knew no one came through there since all the apartments above were empty. I took the elevator down and climbed half a flight of stairs, breath caught in my chest. He was there, waiting for me. Leaning against the wall, smirking like a prick, eyes hungry. And the second our gazes locked, my pussy throbbed, dripping wet.

I rushed toward him with a slutty grin, ready to shove my tongue in his mouth, but he grabbed me, pushing me back.

"Hey, hey, hey... I said I was gonna eat your ass, not kiss you."

I froze.

"What do you mean, eat my ass, just my ass? Not even a kiss?"

"Come on, turn around..."

"No way, you crazy, I'm not turning around."

He grabbed me hard, and I fought back laughing the whole time.

"At least a little kiss?"

He laughed, gave in, planted a quick smack on my lips and spun me around like a ragdoll, bending me over the stair railing.

"There!" he said, flipping me.

Right then, my body lit up. The cold metal against my skin made me shiver, and the rough way he manhandled me knocked the wind out of me. I was laughing, but it was nervous, because inside my heart was racing, my legs were jelly, and my pussy was pulsing. That quick peck on the lips was barely anything, but that's exactly what got me even more riled up, like he'd tossed me a crumb and kept the rest for himself. It was rough, no tenderness at all—and still, it set me on fire. I felt trapped, used, but so turned on I didn't really wanna get away.

He yanked down my stretchy shorts along with my panties, bunching them up around my thighs, leaving me totally exposed to him. The cool stairwell air hit my hot skin and I shuddered.

His hand came next, firm, heavy, groping my ass hard, spreading my cheeks. His fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing like he wanted to feel every inch. Then he slid down the crack, slow, parting my cheeks until he brushed right against my asshole. The tip of his finger circled there, just teasing, not going in, and my whole body prickled, breath stuck.

Then he went lower, sliding through, tracing the whole length until he reached my outer lips. The touch was hot, deliberate, and he ran his whole palm over it like he was caressing and exploring at once, smearing my own wetness around the edges of my pussy. I let out a soft moan, couldn't hold it back, because that simple stroke, from my ass to my soaked pussy, made me throb even harder.

"Come on, spread your ass, use your hands."

"I'm gonna fall like this..." I protested, trying to steady myself.

I had one foot on each step, holding the railing, arching my ass out in the sluttiest way possible. If someone decided to creep up the stairs quietly, they'd walk right into the perfect view: me, spread wide, on display, showing everything. Just imagining that had my body shaking, heart pounding, pussy dripping.

Even scared of falling, I did it. I reached back and used my fingers to spread myself open for him.

That's when the bastard made good on his promise.

His mouth latched onto my asshole with insane hunger. His hot tongue pushed, circled, poked, dipping in and out without shame. He sucked hard, slurping, drooling, burying his whole face in there like he was starving. Each thick lick pulled a moan from me, each suck sent shivers through my whole body, nearly knocking me off balance.

He switched between tight circles and long strokes, licking from my ass down to my pussy and back, sucking my asshole with even more heat. The wet sounds of his mouth echoed in the stairwell, and me, totally lost in it, could only grind back, offering more, begging wordlessly for him to never stop.

I felt everything at once—tickles, nerves, pure lust. My whole body didn't know how to react. The hand that should've gripped the railing tight for balance got lost in instinct, grabbed my tit and started twisting my nipple hard, like it was the only way to ease the agony of the pleasure overwhelming me.

The guy was really doing it. He called me down here, no bullshit, just to eat my ass. And it felt fucking incredible. His tongue worked nonstop, sucking me deep, driving me wild, while I arched, moaning, spreading wider and wider.

I felt everything at once—tickles, nerves, lust. It was like my whole body had lost any sense of how to respond. The cold railing pressed to my skin gave me chills, but it was quickly swallowed by the heat burning inside me. The hand I tried to keep steady for support ended up lost in instinct: instead of grabbing the metal, it went straight to my tit, squeezing hard, twisting my nipple like I wanted to somehow relieve the delicious torment building higher and higher.

And him back there, eating my ass like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. The prick had really called me just for that—just to bury his face in my ass. And I laughed, moaned, and gave in because, as crazy as it sounded, it was one of the most delicious things I'd ever felt. His tongue swirled in circles, plunged in, sucked, spun again, drooling on me without a hint of shame. I ground back, spread wide, offering myself, totally lost.

That's when I felt his finger nudge at my asshole. At first just teasing, playing around the edge, testing the limit. Then, with his usual ballsy move, he shoved it deep, forcing it in. A shock ripped through my body, my legs nearly buckled, and I let out a hoarse moan, not believing the intensity. The finger sank in, stretching me, and I clung harder to the railing, trying not to collapse.

Before I could even catch my breath, he jammed two more fingers into my soaked pussy all at once. The sensation was overwhelming: my ass getting fucked by one firm finger, my pussy stretched by the other two, and his hot tongue that wouldn't quit licking, sucking me all over. I moaned out of control, my hips grinding on their own, like my body had gone insane.

There was no holding back. The pleasure built like a wave, taking me over, shooting up my spine, exploding in my chest. My muscles clenched, my hips bucked against his mouth and fingers, and I came hard, screaming without caring who heard. My asshole pulsed around his finger, my pussy clenched and spasmed around the other two, and I shook all over, completely surrendered.

I came right there on the stairs, bent over the railing, spread open, used. Each contraction pulled another moan from my throat, and even after the peak, my body kept twitching like it didn't want to stop. And he didn't stop—kept thrusting his fingers and sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I felt drained and satisfied, totally fucked out.

When it started to burn, I couldn't take it and begged, almost pleading:

"Take your finger out, baby... come on, fuck me, please..."

My voice came out dragged out, hoarse with lust, but he just chuckled low. He had other ideas.

The fingers that had been buried in me seconds ago, slick from my pussy, he brought to his nose. He sniffed deep, like it was the most addictive scent in the world, looking at me with that smug, victorious grin.

"Nah... not feeling it. Just wanted to eat some ass."

And just like that, out of nowhere, he headed down the stairs, leaving me there: freshly orgasmed, sore, legs shaky, pants down around my thighs, stuck in that ridiculous position, slumped against the railing.

"What a fucking asshole!"