by Amy Brown
She hesitates which makes my blood pressure spike. “Do you mean early in the day?”
Is that important?
“Yeah, I was thinking maybe in an hour?” As I wait for her response, I realize I’m holding my breath. This crazy girl actually has me holding my damn breath hoping she’ll come to see me. Jesus, I’m losing it. “We have the house to ourselves. Mom is visiting her parents in Arizona and Dad is in China.”
“We’d be alone?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?” Who knows with Charity. Maybe she only wanted to sleep with me once? That would be disappointing.
“That sounds fun. Sure, I’d love to come over.”
I’m surprised at the relief and actual joy I feel at her answer. “Great.” It’s impossible to keep my voice even. I was afraid for a minute there I wasn’t going to get to have another chance at Charity before tomorrow, when I need to cut her loose. My stomach clenches at the idea of betraying her, but I push those sentimental thoughts away.
“I’ll just take a quick shower and be there soon.”
“I’ll have the Flamin’ Cheetos ready.” I grin.
She laughs, sounding carefree. “I’m so glad you called.”
My chest squeezes. “Me too. See you soon.” I hang up and jump in the shower. I find myself taking extra time with my hair, and grooming. For whatever reason, I want to be my best for Charity. I grimace at the idea of some girl who lives in a trailer inspiring me to live my best life. I must be losing it.
When Charity arrives, I let Amanda get the door. I’m way too excited to see her, and I want to be cool when I lay eyes on her. I’m on the back patio, and when she steps out into the sunshine, I catch my breath. Her hair is like spun gold in the sun, and her eyes as blue as the sky after a storm clears.
She smiles shyly, and I rise to meet her. I can’t help myself and I kiss her right away. My plan was to play it smooth, and work my way up to intimacy. I wanted to make her wait, and let her desire build. But I literally can’t keep my hands off her. She opens her mouth eagerly against mine, and my dick hardens.
My hands roam her body, and she winds her arms around me, pressing closer. I know she’s probably already wet. God, I’d love to take her straight upstairs. With a groan, I pull my mouth from hers. She gives a frustrated moan, and pulls my head down again. I smile against her lips, feeling strangely happy.
She tastes like cherry lip gloss, and her hair tickles my cheek. She’s wearing a white tank top and a jean skirt. It would be so easy to lift that skirt, tear off her panties, and plunge inside her. I don’t care if Amanda or the fucking gardener sees us. I just need to be inside her again.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispers, panting against my neck. “Take me to your bedroom.”
I groan when she rubs her chest against mine. I can feel how hard her nipples are, and I grit my teeth, trying to restrain myself from lifting her skirt, and making my fantasy come true. “Now?” I pull back to study her face. I don’t think she’s kidding, but I want to be sure.
She runs her pink tongue over her lip. “Do you not want to?”
She must be joking, right? I’m one hair away from defiling my parent’s patio cushions by fucking her on the porch. “Oh, I want to.”
Her cheeks are pink, and she looks shy. “I wasn’t sure if I’m being to bossy again.”
“Boss away, baby.” I laugh. “Come on.” I really did intend to behave myself for at least a while. But if she wants to start the day this way, I’m definitely not complaining.
The stairs seem endless as we rush up them, and when we finally enter my bedroom, the door bangs the wall. I laugh and she does too.
“The whole house probably knows what we’re doing,” she says softly.
“Do you care?” I frown.
“Not really.” She grimaces. “Maybe I should care, but I don’t.”
“I’m glad.” I eye her outfit. Along with her skirt and tank top, she’s wearing pink cowboy boots. I have a sudden impulse to fuck her wearing only those. “I like your boots.”
“Yeah?” She clicks her heels together. “Fred bought them for me. He says I need to have a pair of cowboy boots if I live in Texas.”
“He’s right.” I start to unbutton my shirt. “How about you strip?”
She bites her bottom lip. “Okay.”
“Leave your boots on though.”
“Really?”
I nod. “They’re sexy.”
She frowns as she examines her footwear. “If I leave them on, I might get your bed dirty.”
I give a lecherous smile. “Oh, baby, you’re going to get my bed real dirty either way.”
She swallows, her eyes wide. I’m afraid for a second she might change her mind, but then she pulls off her top, and unhooks her bra. Her plump breasts fall free, and I groan at the sight of her. Her hips are slender, but still feminine and not boyish, and her waist tiny. Her legs are long, and pale, but toned. I know she’s shy about her body, but can’t for the life of me figure out why. She’s perfect.
“So fucking sexy,” I say.
She laughs nervously, and covers her breasts. “Stop it.”
“What?” I unzip my jeans and shove them down to my ankles. Then I step out of them, my eyes never leaving her. “Can I take a picture of you?”
“What?” She sounds startled.
I wince inwardly. I shouldn’t have sprung that on her so suddenly. I need photos to use against her, but I also really just want some naked photos of her for my own personal pleasure. Once I turn on her, I’m never going to get another chance with her. I’ll need something to jerk off to at night. “You’re so beautiful, I want to take a few pictures of you.”
She narrows her eyes. “I don’t want to.”
I shrug. “Okay. That’s fine.” I smile reassuringly, and she seems to relax. I’ll try bringing it up again another time. Maybe when she’s super turned on. Most girls lose their inhibitions when they’re on the verge of coming.
She climbs on my bed, still wearing her boots. Her ass is facing me, and I can see the lips of her vagina. My dick gets even harder knowing in a few minutes I’ll be inside her again. “I wish you were on the pill,” I say, without really thinking.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, and says, “Me too.”
“Yeah?” I thought I might have freaked her out with my comment, but apparently not.
She sits down on her ass with a little grunt. Her boobs bounce and she sighs. “The idea of you inside me?” She laughs as if embarrassed. “Just skin against skin?” She shivers. “That turns me on.”
“I’d put so many loads in you,” I whisper. “My cum would drip out of you.”
“Oh, God.” She parts her thighs, and moans. “I want that.”
Excitement ramps in me, followed swiftly by disappointment because I’ll never get the chance to have her once she’s on the pill. Most likely she won’t even talk to me after tomorrow.
But today, she’s all mine.
I move closer to the bed, and she watches me like I’m a predator, and she’s my prey. The pulse in her neck is beating swiftly, and she’s panting. She’s sitting up still, her knees open. Maybe she does that on purpose to drive me wild, or maybe she has no idea how tempting she is with her pussy exposed. She must know how slutty she looks with her pink folds open and clit quivering. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than her thighs spread and her rosy nipples hard.
I get on the bed and lower my head between her thighs. She whimpers when I push my face into her silky bush. I inhale her fragrance, shivering with lust. I love her musky taste and scent more than any girl I’ve ever been with. When she’s turned on, it’s like she releases her own special pollen, and her perfume draws me to her.
I stick my tongue out and tickle her clit with the tip. She shudders and arches her back. The little nub of flesh seems to dance against my tongue, and I suck it gently. She wiggles and groans, closing her thighs on my head. If I wasn’t so turned on, maybe I’d laugh, but I�
�m not feeling amused. I’m feeling hungry. Hungry for Charity.
I slide my tongue down to her labia, and she hisses. Her noises are borderline desperate, and I lick up and down her folds to get her even more worked up. Her nails dig into my scalp, but she’s not pushing me away, she’s tugging me closer. I stick my tongue inside her pussy, and she starts actively panting my name. She’s so wet, I can almost drink her arousal like wine.
Her pussy is hot and clamped on my tongue, and she begins to roll her hips. She’s fucking herself on my tongue, and even though I want her to come on my dick, I can’t stop. I need to feel her unravel with my mouth sucking her brains out through her pussy. I can’t stop. I can’t stop. Her juices are drenching my face, but I can’t and won’t stop.
“Mason, please, please,” she whispers, undulating her hips quickly. “Ah… ah… ah…”
I’m about to come without touching myself just from her excitement. Her taste and scent, and the way she’s begging and whimpering has my dick throbbing. Precum is leaking down my thigh, but I refuse to stop until she explodes in my mouth. My thumb rubs her clit over and over, and her body begins to shake uncontrollably. I love that she wants me. I love that she needs this and likes oral sex. Some girls hate it, but Charity is obviously a fan.
I glance up under my brows, wanting to see her expression. My tongue is still buried inside her pussy, and I find her squeezing and tugging her own nipples. God, she’s such a natural little slut. Her nipples are rosy and hard, and she’s not being gentle with them. When she grabs her breasts and digs her nails in, I almost come just watching her loss of control.
She meets my gaze and her eyes flicker. Then she starts begging me to finish her off. “Please Mason, make me come. Make me come. I can’t take it. I… I… I…”
No problem, Charity.
I pinch her clit between my thumb and finger, while pushing my tongue inside her, as deep as possible. Her body convulses, and she cries out hoarsely, falling back onto the bed. Fragrant juices gush from her pussy, as she climaxes violently. I don’t stop sucking and rubbing her delicate parts until she’s almost in tears. Once her orgasm is softening, I lift my head and find her with her eyes closed, her body jerking every few seconds.
I climb up her body, unable to help myself. I need to come too, but I have to be inside her. With trembling hands, I find the condom under my pillow, rip it open, and slip it on. Then with one long thrust, I’m pushing inside her, as we both groan. She’s so fucking wet from her orgasm, I slip in easily. She’s probably sore from yesterday, but I don’t have the self-control to care. I need to come. Watching her was too much, I need this. I need this more than air.
I take her mouth roughly, pumping into her and sticking my tongue down her throat. I want her to taste herself as I fuck her senseless. At first, she just lets me use her body, but slowly she begins to match my thrusts. I can feel her coming alive again as her hunger builds once more.
I lift my head, needing air. Then we stare into each other’s eyes as I pound into her. She’s gripping my biceps so hard it hurts, but I don’t care. She has the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. The delicious squeeze of her hot flesh drives me nuts. I need to come but don’t want to stop fucking her because it feels so good.
When she wraps her legs around my hips, I can’t hold back, and I thrust harder. Her position allows me to go even deeper inside her. I can barely breathe I’m squeezed so tight. I’d give anything to slip off this damn rubber and just take her bare. I hate that I won’t get that chance ever just because of how snobby our fucking school is. If I wasn’t a part of The Elites, I could be with Charity. Sure, we’d be picked on, but she’d be mine. I can’t believe that seems like something I’d actually want. It has to be the impending orgasm talking, because I’ve never met a girl I’d risk my social status for. Never.
She bites her lip, and lust is once again buzzing through her beautiful eyes. “Mason,” she whispers. “You make me feel things...”
Instinctively, I know she doesn’t just mean physically. I understand what she means because I feel the same. Somehow, Charity has wormed her way into my heart. I actually think I care about this girl. I’m in danger of completely falling for her. She’s stubborn, and frustrating, and aggravating, but I want her. I fucking yearn for her. That’s one of the most terrifying realizations I’ve ever had.
I bite back the sappy words that want out, and instead mumble, “I’m gonna come.”
She wrinkles her brow, probably because that wasn’t the response she’d hoped for. I’m afraid she’s going to shove me off of her because I didn’t give her what she wants. I’m right on the edge of one of the best orgasms of my life. If she pulls off my dick it will ruin it. Still, I can’t make myself say what she wants to hear. Even if I feel all those things for her, I’m not ready to tell her. There’s no point. We’re never going to be more than what we are now.
My balls tightens, and I’m almost there. Oh, fuck, the beautiful feeling of muscles clamping and preparing to explode is exhilarating. Nothing else matters to me in this moment because I’m inside Charity and I’m coming. Her soft moans and the gentle touch of her hand down my spine sends me over the edge.
My heart aches with emotions I don’t understand as she looks up at me. I’m coming hard, my entire body splintering into indescribably delicious pleasure. I feel her coming too, her pussy quaking on my cock, and we’re holding each other and falling. Nothing else matters in this moment but me and Charity. Her hair wraps around us in a cloud of golden silk, and slowly, slowly, our shuddering begins to subside.
We’re breathing hard, slick with sweat, and smelling of sex. I’m still inside her, and I don’t want to pull out. I feel so connected with her. I’ve never fucked a girl I cared about. I don’t know how to handle the swell of emotions I’m experiencing. My chest hurts at the idea of losing her. She’s not really even mine, but I’m terrified of losing her. What will I do if I can’t touch her ever again? There’s an ache in my soul at the thought she’ll hate me. I tighten my arms around her, struggling to let her go.
I can’t have her. I’ve made my choice already.
Her husky laugh brings me back to the present. I’m being stupid. She’s just a girl. I’ve been with many, many girls. I’ve played this game before, and while I don’t enjoy it, I have a part to play. If I don’t turn on Charity, I’ll be cast out. Am I actually considering risking that? For a girl? For Charity?
I’m afraid I’m too heavy for her, so I force myself to pull out of her. I toss the condom into the nearby waste bin, and fall onto my back.
She sits up to balance on her elbow. She studies me, and when I meet her gaze, she smiles tentatively. “I think I’m getting the hang of this sex stuff.”
“You’re a natural.” I put my arms behind my head, and stare at the ceiling. I feel her eyes on me.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me again after yesterday.”
I frown. “Really?”
“You have a reputation for moving on quickly. Jumping from girl to girl.” She traces her finger down my chest, to my abs, and I jump because it tickles. “Plus, I wasn’t sure if I was any good.”
I turn my head to see her expression. “I told you yesterday you were great.”
“What could you say? You’d just taken my virginity.” She laughs awkwardly. “You can’t do that and then insult me.”
“I could.”
“You wouldn’t.” She sighs. “You like to act like you’re unfeeling, but I think you’re a lot more considerate than you let on.”
I arch one brow. “You think I’m nice?”
“Well, let’s not go crazy.”
I frown, but don’t speak.
“You’re nicer than you let on. How about that?” she asks.
She won’t think that after tomorrow. I decide to change the subject because this one is making me uncomfortable. “It’s surprising we ended up in bed together, considering how we first began.”
She nods. “I thi
nk we just misunderstood each other. You thought I was stuck up, and you really are a snob.” She laughs.
“Ha. Ha.”
“You don’t think you’re snobby?” She shakes her head. “All of The Elites are snobs. It goes with the title. Only snobs would pick a name like The Elites.”
“I didn’t pick the name. It was around way before me.”
“Not really the point,” she murmurs.
I sigh. “I’m relieved to hear you have a point.”
“See, you sound snobby right now.”
“Charity,” I growl. “Where are you going with this?”
“Never mind.” She surprises me by moving to put her head on my shoulder. Her hair tickles my chin, and she rubs her cheek against my chest. “Even if you are one of the snooty chosen ones, I like you.”
“I’m honored,” I say drolly.
She giggles. “As you should be.”
If she were any other girl, I’d probably make up some excuse to send her home. After all, we fucked already. No need to spend the whole day trying to get her into bed. But I’m actually looking forward to being with her some more. I’m hoping we can swim in the pool and maybe play some video games. She’s fun to hang out with, and I might even get lucky enough to fuck her again before she goes.
I put my arm around her, and tug her closer. I love the feel of her in my arms. I’m not a big snuggler, but I enjoy holding her after sex. My mind wanders to tomorrow, and my gut churns. I don’t just want today with Charity. I’d like a few more days. Maybe I can stall this humiliation thing until next weekend?
My heart bumps excitedly at the idea of having another week with her. Nobody but us knows that we’ve slept together. I could easily just tell Jeremy and Travis that we connected over the weekend, and that things are moving forward. If they don’t know I’ve fucked her, I can milk this a bit longer. That would be amazing. She really is the best lay I’ve ever had. Addicting almost.
I’ll take an extra week to enjoy Charity.
Contentment settles over me as I make my decision. There’s plenty of time to put Charity in her place. But for now, I need more of her. I’ll give her a small reprieve, and I’ll take advantage of that by fucking her every chance I get.