The Worst Possible Moment
Two lovers share an intimate moment together, and all they want to do is conclude it in the same way. Is that really so much to ask?
This story was written for Serling as part of my January Patreon request days. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3
The Worst Possible Moment
"Don't stop."
Kate's claws dug into her lover's shoulders, the otter's ankles locked around the man she loved just above the golden retriever's soaked but still furiously wagging tail.
"I love you, K."
She whimpered happily, kissing him, holding him, writhing between him and the tile wall of the shower as hot water rained down around their entwined figures. His hips were like pistons. Robotic. Merciless in the consistent force of every thrust delivered, driving his arousal deep into her. Again. Again. Again. They'd been at it for almost twenty minutes, and were almost there. He'd been holding back so she could catch up, so that when the moment came, they could share it. Together. But now there was no need. No sense in holding back. They were both so close. So desperate.
"Do it, baby..."
Her voice cracking, her eyes bulging, she begged Hugh to cum in her. To make her cum. To drive them over the edge, and grant them what they had both spent practically the entire day thinking about sharing.
"Yes. Harder. Oh. Oh. Right there. B-baby... I... ohhh, please... please, just a little... ah! I'm g-gonna..."
A loud thumping at the bathroom door drew a strangled cry of shock, and decidedly un-pleasurable dismay from Kate, and as Hugh reacted with similar surprise, he pulled back, his aching cock sliding out of her at the worst possible moment. No longer pinned between him and the wall, but with her legs and arms still wrapped around Hugh, Kate began to fall, and to take her lover down with her. He surged forward as he heard her wail of fright, and pinned her once more, safe until she could steady herself on her own two feet. But even as they recovered and steadied themselves, they could feel the moment passing. Their imminent orgasms ruined, and transformed into blue-balled frustration, rather than tense, glorious anticipation.
The pounding at the door came again, followed this time by a voice.
"Guys! Look, I'm sorry. I know what you were... what you're... b-but, fuck, I need the bathroom now. I can't wait. So unless you want me to piss in the kitchen sink..."
Hugh snarled at the sound of their roommate's voice, but Kate caressed his wet furred face with a reassuring smile.
"It's okay, baby. C'mon. Grab a towel. We'll go to our room. Dry off. And then... well, there's a bed right there, and nothing to stop us from picking up where we left off. Right?"
The golden retriever's frustration softened, and as he looked up at his taller, gorgeous beauty of a girlfriend, he smiled back at her. He nodded, and they kissed, shuddering in desire as the pounding on the door resumed a third time in succession. This was just a delay. Just a brief delay. Nothing more.
***********
"That's it, baby. Just lie back. Lie... oh... b-back, and... ahh... oh god, you're so..."
With two towels lying in a wet heap on the bedroom carpet, two very fluffy, freshly dried figures lay upon the lovers' bed. Kate tossed her head back with a whimper of delight as she sank down onto her boyfriend's erection, and rather rapidly began to grind and ride him. His hands roamed up and down her body. Over her modest breasts, her lithe flanks, cupping her face and drawing it down to his so they could meet in another feverish kiss. The bed squeaked and creaked, but the didn't care about being quiet. Clearly their roommate knew they'd been fucking in the shower, and clearly he knew this wasn't the first time they'd fucked. The fact he'd probably heard them countless times before and never said anything was a discussion for a later date, but right now, they were all too happy to know there was no sense in holding back.
"Oh god. God!"
Kate wailed as Hugh's left hand ran down her flat stomach, and he brought his thumb to bear against her clitoris. He teased the hood back, and gently pressed the tip of that one digit to the bare flesh of the hyper-sensitive button itself. Gentle strokes from left to right, barely moving were all it took to make Kate scream. She wasn't cumming. Not yet. But this was a fast track for her to get back to that point. She rode his cock harder. Bouncing, squeezing so tight and burning so hot within that the retriever yelped and whined with every motion of her body atop his. Again, they were determined to finish together. It was more important now than ever. They weren't just fucking, or making love. They were fighting for this moment. For their shared climax, already denied to them once. But not again. Not if they could control it.
They heard something, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
A knock at the apartment's door.
"Don't stop."
Even though it was Kate riding Hugh, even though the otter was fully in control of whether they kept going or stopped, it was her who begged the dog beneath her to keep going. He nodded, growled, and began to apply more intense pressure to her clitoris. They moaned happily, and ignored the knocking as it rang out again.
What they could not ignore however, some thirty seconds later, was the sound of a key turning in the lock. Their eyes bulged. Who the fuck had keys?! The landlord?
"F-fuck him. If he wants to inspect the place without giving us our notice... he can walk in on us. That's his problem."
Hugh growled, and though it made Kate's cheeks flush crimson at the mere thought of their sixty something year old landlord catching her fucking her boyfriend, the idea of stopping was far less pleasant. Leaning down close to the man she loved, pressing her face tenderly to his, Kate whined in pleading ecstasy as her hips went into overdrive, loud, wet slapping emanating between them with each and every motion she made.
"We're gonna do it. Y-you and me. We're... oh. Oh. Ohh god..."
And then, the voice rang out. The door of the apartment swung open with a loud squeak of rusty hinges, and a voice so painfully familiar, it almost made Kate scream.
"Katey? Katey, it's mom. I texted, but you didn't pick up. Is... um, is anyone home?"
Barely thirty seconds later, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and a smile that was forced over a horrified expression of shame and frustration, Kate emerged from her bedroom to find her mother right outside, about to walk in. She pulled her head out of the towel with which she had been mimicking drying her short hair, and regarded the older otter with the least pissed off expression she could muster.
"Mom. I... I wasn't expecting you. Sorry, I guess my phone was on silent. And, wow... you, uh, you used your emergency key to just let yourself in, huh?"
The older otter smiled, totally missing the point.
"Yup! I was passing by between appointments, and I thought maybe you and I could get some late lunch, or an early dinner. Have a little mother/daughter time."
Inside Kate's mind, a constant, piercing, feral scream of rage rang out from her libido. Outside, however...
"That sounds great, mom. Let me just put some better clothes on, and uh... I'll be right there."
***********
Two hours, forty nine minutes and ten agonising seconds later, the bedroom door slammed shut with an echoing thud. Hugh was sitting on the bed, trying not to look too hopeful, but rose to his feet, half grinning, half grimacing with determination, when he saw the look in his girlfriend's eyes.
They practically tore one another's clothes off. They clutched at one another, half dancing, half wrestling one another back to the bed. They slid under the sheets. Hugh's shorter but broader body lay astride the otter, and she felt his hot, aching erection pulsing against the soaking, aching hot slit of her pussy. She whimpered.
"W-why... why didn't you jerk off?"
He just growled one word back at her.
"You."
The otter whined, and giggled as she felt the dog's sloppy tongue lick her across the face.
"Dumbass. I... I love you. Now, shut up, and fuck me."
This time though, before the golden retriever's cock could even do more than grind up against Kate's outer lips a handful of times, a knock on the bedroom door made both the lovers' bodies grow suddenly and violently tense.
"Uh, hey guys... sorry to disturb you again, I just wanted to apologise for..."
As their roommate began to open the door and step into the room, in one voice, strained and desperate, they cried out.
" Fuck off!"
Perhaps at a later point, they might have felt bad for their roommate for being so short tempered with him. But in that moment, they truly, honestly didn't care. They just wanted him gone, and as soon as he saw the mound in the sheets beneath which they were lying, he delivered a swift series of apologetic curses of his own before making a hasty retreat. The bedroom door slid shut once more, and with a deep, continuous grunt of delirious joy, Kate felt Hugh's cock beginning to slide back into her mere seconds later. This time she reached down between her own legs, beginning to tease and rub her own clitoris with her expert touch. And as he began to thrust into her, his hot breath washing over her face, her throat, and her breasts as he glanced back and forth between those equally beautiful sights, he begged to her.
"Don't let me stop, K. N-not if someone comes in. Not if someone calls us. Not if the damn fire alarm goes off. Not if the whole world comes to an end. Promise... you won't let me stop until I've made you cum."
The bed began to creak anew as their bodies began to buck and move faster and faster against one another. Their every action was part of a wild frenzy, a desperate fight to make sure they didn't lose out again. They gasped, whimpered and cried out in strangled joy with every movement their bodies made together, but all the while were terrified of what they felt might almost certainly follow each second of bliss.
"Please. Oh. Please, Hugh... b-baby... faster. Cum now. Now, baby... b-before... before anything can stop us."
The heat of their bodies surrounded them beneath the covers, turning their entwined torsos into ovens that only served to make that of their lover's own body burn hotter and hotter as they called out to one another in ever more potent pleasure.
"I'm so close. Kate. Ah... a-ah... cum with me. You're so hot. So wet. Oh god, please... let me make you... m-mhh... make you... ah."
They kissed. They clawed and clutched at each other. Their eyes widened in the darkness of the sheets surrounding them, and their breath slipped away as the end ceased to draw near, and became an inevitability. It was no longer a matter of when, or if, but of how hard.
"Kate!"
Hugh cried his lover's name.
"Baby! Yes!"
The otter shrieked to Hugh in return.
Backs arched. Toes curled. Mouths fell slack. They stared deep into the other's eyes, bodies pressed as tightly together as their trembling muscles could bear, and finally, at last...
By Jeeves
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