by Snow, Jenika
His hips jacked up at the same time his teeth pulled at my nipple. The pleasure/pain combination was overwhelming, and I started rocking my hips against his dick again, over and over, faster and harder, needing to go over the edge.
And I did.
I heard a low mewling noise and realized it came from me.
Devon grunted in pleasure as he continued to suck on my nipples, alternating between my breasts and prolonging my orgasm, drawing it out. And before the pleasure dissipated, Devon gripped my waist and flipped us so I was now on my back.
He made quick work of getting my pants and panties off, and I didn’t even stop him. Then he was between my thighs, his warm breath moving along my swollen, soaked folds, his mouth poised right over my still-tingling clit. I held my breath, waiting for that first touch of his mouth to my pussy.
The fact that I was nude in front of my best friend wasn’t lost on me. I should have been embarrassed, but the way he looked at me told me this was exactly what he wanted too.
With my head back and my eyes closed, I got lost in the sensations. I felt his thumbs slide along my pussy lips before spreading them wide. I parted my lips, a surprised breath leaving me. He blew a warm stream of air across where he exposed, and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out, the chill in the air having my nipples pucker even more. Electricity slammed into me, and despite the fact that I had just come for him, I felt myself winding tighter, that coil inside me becoming taught with pleasure.
He ran his tongue in slow circles around my pussy hole but wouldn’t dip inside me, wouldn’t give me that small reprieve. I moaned, pleaded without saying the words. He teased me, tormented me, and brought me to the precipice of orgasm with just his tongue and fingers until I was grinding my pussy against his face, seeking so much more.
Then he gave it to me, spearing his fingers into me, stretching me at the same time he sucked on my clit, drawing that bundle of nerves into the hot recesses of his mouth and having reality leave me.
The orgasm slammed into me, and I felt everything else fade into nonexistence.
“Look at me.” His command was clear, and I opened my eyes, staring at him, seeing that dark possession on his face. His exhale was long and deep, and he closed his eyes momentarily. “Leila,” he moaned. “You’re mine.” He opened his eyes and stared at me from between my thighs. “I’m not done yet, baby, not even close.” His thumbs were on each side of my pussy lips, holding the folds open obscenely wide, letting him see every intimate part of me.
I watched in erotic awe as he flattened his tongue and dragged the thick, pink muscle from my pussy hole to my clit.
Devon whispered against my wet pussy, “Watch me, baby. Don’t look away from this.” He stared at me from between my thighs. “Leila, I want you to watch what I’m doing to you, how I’m giving you this pleasure, eating you out. I’m making you mine, baby girl.”
I couldn’t catch my breath as he said those filthy words.
“I want you to come all over my face, to give me your orgasm.”
And as if his words were the ignition I needed, my orgasm tore through me.
6
Leila
It was just as intense, just as body-numbing and sanity-stealing. The air left my lungs when he started running his tongue up and down my cleft, sucking at my cream, drinking it up. His lips suctioned around the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, drawing his teeth gently over my clit.
When I caught my breath again, he slowly inserted a finger into my clenching pussy.
“Fuck. God, yes, baby.” He sounded like he was barely hanging on. “This is for me, only for me, Leila.”
I closed my eyes and moaned. The waves of pleasure took my breath away, and I gripped the sheets, tugging at the material as wave after wave of ecstasy traveled through me.
I don’t know how much time passed as I was blissfully out of my body, but when the world focused and I came back to reality, I felt Devon settle his big body against mine. But he didn’t give me time to breathe and instead started grinding his cock against my pussy, sending little sparks throughout me, causing me to heat further, climb higher.
“Tell me you want more.” Devon had his mouth by my ear, and his deep voice had me thirsty for more.
All I could keep thinking about was if this would tear us apart or bring us closer together.
He pulled back and looked into my face, right in my eyes. I didn’t even hesitate to say, “I want more.” And I did. I really, really did want more, but only from him. “Give me more,” I moaned.
Devon groaned and then took my mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands cupping my face, his tongue spearing between my lips.
I didn’t stop the moan that spilled from me. There was no way I could have.
And then he pressed his body to mine, his naked skin against to mine, the grunt that came from deep within his chest spearing right into me. My legs were spread wide to accommodate him settling between them, and the feel of his hot, massive length pressed at the junction of my thighs had a fresh gush of wetness spilling from me.
“Fuck, Leila,” he groaned. “You’re so wet for me.”
I was soaked for Devon.
He started a slow rocking motion against me, causing his length to slip between my pussy folds. The angle of his dick caused the tip to rub up against my clit with every upstroke. His balls gently pressed to my ass, and even more wetness spilled from me.
“Devon,” I moaned.
“You feel how good it is between us?” I nodded, because my voice wasn’t functioning right now. Devon picked up his motion, and I felt myself climbing closer to yet another orgasm as I held onto him. I was insatiable for him.
“Yes,” I cried out as I felt myself peak. “God.” I couldn’t stop from thrashing my head back and forth, trying to keep that pleasure as high as it could go. I closed my eyes and let the exquisite feelings wash through me.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I did just that.
I opened my eyes and stared at him.
“Look at what I’m doing to you,” he demanded again.
I rose up enough that I could look down the length of my body, so I could see what he was doing to me. The thick, long length of his cock slid between my folds, the bulbous head of his shaft rubbing against my clit. The sight of my pussy lips around his girth, framing his length as he fucked me without penetration, as he had my pussy needing him to fill me, to break my cherry and claim my virginity.
And then Devon started to move faster against me, using my body as much as I was using his. He lowered his face to the crook of my neck, kissing the underside of my jaw. He worked his hips like a piston, up and down, faster and harder. The slickness from my arousal caused his motions to be easy and smooth, erotic and sensual.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he groaned and nearly stopped, but I dug my nails into his flesh, keeping him close. I lifted my hips, rubbing myself on him. I needed him to go over the edge just like me.
He grunted, his body tensed, and he closed his eyes. I felt the warm, powerful jets of his cum coat my pussy. Devon’s groan of completion was deep and long, and I wrapped my arms around him even more, pulling him close, holding him to me as he shook and came.
Long seconds passed, and when he relaxed, when he was spent, I was shocked to feel his cock was still semi-hard, as if getting off hadn’t just drained him. He lifted his head and kissed the side of my mouth gently.
“I’m just getting started with you, baby,” he whispered, and I felt him harden again.
The pleasure, the rush of alcohol, all moved through my veins until I was dizzy and anxious for more.
“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed against me harder. “I just came but am ready for you all over again.” He ground into me, making sure I really understood what he meant. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times.” His voice was deep, but I heard the slur laced with his words. He was drunk, probably so drunk he didn’t know what he was saying, but God it felt good h
earing him say the words.
I didn’t say anything, just lifted my upper body up and kissed him. The only thing I wanted was to be with him. It was all I wanted for so long.
“Fuck me,” I murmured against his lips, knowing how obscene the words were but not caring. Because I did want that.
I wanted Devon to fuck me.
7
Devon
“God, Leila.” I didn’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to hers at the same time I reached between our bodies and aligned the tip of my cock with the opening of her pussy. This was it. God, she was even more perfect than I could’ve ever imagined.
I knew what was going on, what we were about to do. We were about to cross the line that could never be uncrossed, and fuck I didn’t want it to end.
“Devon.” She moaned my name, and any kind of restraint I could have mustered up was lost. I started to push into her, and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, causing me to sink farther into her. I knew I was hurting her. Leila was tiny, my cock thick and big. I was stretching her, filling her up until she couldn’t possibly take anymore.
The muscles in my jaw clenched as I ground my teeth together. Sweat started to break out along my brow, dampening the roots of my hair, sliding down my temples. I braced a hand by her head, my arm straight and tense, the muscles clenched, bulging with the tension. I slid my other hand over her hip and moved it behind her to cup the full mound of her ass.
And the whole time, I kept my focus trained on her eyes.
It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world. The only thing that ever meant a damn thing to me was this woman right here. I felt my eyes drop to half-lidded, felt my mouth part slightly. I stopped about a fourth of the way, my eyes sliding shut on their own, and pleasure slammed into me. I could feel her clenching around me, her pussy so tight, so hot and wet it stole my sanity.
“Fuck, Leila, baby.” My jaw hurt, because I had it clenched so tightly.
I started to retreat then pushed back in a little more than the first time, making her take even more of my thick cock. I did this over and over again, and when just the tip was at her entrance, I waited for a prolonged moment, staring into her eyes then sliding all the way home. Her shocked cry mingled with my hoarse growl of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so… tight, Leila.” I felt my eyes widen. Could she be…
Could Leila be a virgin?
I was bottomed out inside her, unable to wrap my mind around that I was actually with Leila in every single way I’d ever fantasized about.
“Jesus, Leila.” I knew I probably looked fierce as fuck as I stared down at her. I allowed my upper body to sink on top of hers, and I let out this harsh grunt at how good it felt to have softness against my hardness.
Another groan spilled from me when I started moving my hips back and forth as I stroked her from the inside out.
Leila closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting those perfect breasts of hers up, her nipples tightening even more. I started really fucking her then, pushing my shaft into her, Leila’s pussy sucking at my length, drawing me in farther, as if her body couldn’t get enough.
I fucked her like my life depended on it.
Right now, as the alcohol moved through me, I wasn’t making love to her. I was using her body to find my release, to give Leila hers.
Leila deserved sweet and soft, not this raw passion, the erotic, obscene touches I gave her. But I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get enough of her.
I placed both my hands beside her head, my arms locked straight, my upper body off hers slightly as I continued to thrust in and out of her.
“So tight. So wet,” I groaned, whispering dirty words, filthy things that had me growing hotter, had her pussy clenching around my cock as I plunged and retreated. “I’m never going to get enough. This pussy is mine, mine to touch, to lick, to own… to fuck.”
She was the only woman for me.
“Devon,” she cried out my name when I pounded into her.
“That’s it, baby, take all of me.” I thrust into her, my balls slapping her ass, making her pussy suck at my cock because I filled her so much. The ecstasy and agony merged into one. “Yeah, baby. Fuck. Yeah.” I reached between us and ran my finger over her clit.
And just like that, she came again, her pussy clenching around my cock. I felt her become even wetter, knew her sweet pussy cream would be covering my length.
I continued to pump inside her, going faster, moving harder, seeking my own release for the second time. And then I found it, pushed every long, big fucking inch of my massive dick into her cunt, and came, filling her up, making sure she took every last ounce of my seed.
The whole time, she clutched at me, kept me close. My chest was to hers, and the feeling of her hard little nipples moving along my pecs had me groaning again.
With one final grunt, I regretfully pulled out of her but instantly reached between her thighs and covered her pussy with my hand, making sure my cum stayed right where I wanted it.
I pulled my hand away, seeing a smear of blood mixed with her gloss as it covered the digits.
I placed my hand back on her pussy, adding a bit of pressure. “This is mine, Leila,” I murmured, this euphoric wave washing over me. I slid my hand up her belly, over her chest, and let my palm and fingers rest along her slender throat.
I wanted to show her without words, with the gentle pressure of my hand on her… that I didn’t want to let her go, in the figurative and literal sense.
8
Devon
What in the actual fuck?
I groaned and opened my eyes.
Dammit, my head was pounding, the room spinning, and I knew if I got out of the bed right now, I’d probably fall flat on my ass then promptly throw up.
I ran a hand over my face, feeling the scruff was even thicker, since I hadn’t shaved in a couple days. I opened my eyes and looked out the window, the sun way too bright, so fucking bright it made my headache pound even more. I was pretty sure my skull was going to crack at this point.
I was good and hungover. Shit, I hadn’t felt this shitty, hadn’t drank that much since my college days. Now I remembered why I stopped.
At that thought, I remembered last night in full clarity how I touched her, kissed her… made her mine. Despite my hungover, alcohol-induced feelings, my dick started to get hard at the thought of how she felt, how I filled her up in more than one way.
Closing my eyes again, I breathed through the wave of nausea that assaulted me, but still my damn cock was hard and getting stiffer by the second. When the room stopped spinning, I pushed myself up on the bed and looked around the room.
The spot beside me was empty, and as I ran my hand over the rumpled sheets, feeling how cold they were, I realized Leila hadn’t been beside me for a while.
The sheet covered my lower body, my dick starting to tent the material. I reached down and tried to adjust myself, to stem off the arousal threatening to consume me.
“Leila?” I called for her but heard silence. I was about to call for her again when my cell phone started vibrating on the bedside table beside me. Grabbing it and looking down at the new text from Braxton, I groaned as I remembered sending him one last night in my drunken state, asking him for a ride for us this morning.
Braxton: You must have had one hell of a night, messaging me that late.
There were those three gray dots that told me he wasn’t done yet.
Braxton: I can be there in ten to take you to get your cars.
Me: Thanks, man.
I tossed my cell back on the bedside table and pushed the sheet off me, standing and walking over to the dresser then throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
“Leila?” I pulled on some socks then made my way out of the bedroom. She couldn’t have left. She didn’t have her car. But maybe she called for someone to pick her up. That had my heart tightening. We had to talk about this, about las
t night. It would be hard, but hell, surely it had been so fucking right to her too. It had been like that for me.
I heard the toilet flush in the guest bathroom and walked down the hall toward it. The door was closed, the light coming out from underneath the bottom. “Leila?” I called out softly a few feet from the bathroom, my heart racing. There was a moment of silence, and when I was about to call her name again, I heard her clear her throat.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a bit.” Her voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear her. She sounded different, and I hated it, because I knew she remembered everything too.
I rested my head against the door and closed my eyes, breathing out. “Okay,” I said gently, maybe too low for her to hear me. I told myself I’d give her all the time she needed, but a part of me knew that was a lie.
We both had to face this. It couldn’t be glossed over or pushed aside. We couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen. There was absolutely no way I could have done that anyway. Even now, I smelled her on my skin, remembered the feeling of her under me… of being inside her.
But instead of pushing this subject, I turned and left her alone. She could have time… but not very much of it.
9
Leila
Not only did I have one God-awful headache, but my world had just done a total flip, and not in a good way. I scrubbed a hand over my face and breathed out, my hangover so damn fierce I felt like throwing up.
I wanted to sneak the hell out of here before Devon had woken up, call a cab, and just get my car, avoiding this morning-after situation. But I heard him on the other side of the door, which caused that plan to go right out the damn window.