by Lane Hart
“Wow. Good thing I’m not a virgin, or you may have ended up hurting me with that thing,” I tell him as I admire his shaft.
“Girls love to blow me,” he admits when he comes to stand in front of me, his throbbing cock bouncing right in my face.
“No kidding,” I reply while licking my lips.
“I don’t want you to suck me off, though.”
“You don’t?” I ask, blinking up at his face in surprise and a little disappointed.
He grabs my chin and rubs his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip. “Nope. I wouldn’t last a second in your sexy mouth.”
I bite down on the tip of his thumb and then suck on it, making his eyes slam closed and his dick to twitch upward. When I pull off of it, I ask, “So, what do you want to do?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. Anything. Everything,” he replies as he climbs up on the bed, straddling me and pressing his lips to mine to guide my back down to the mattress. Once I’m lying flat with my arms around his back and his weight on top of me, he says, “I just need to be inside of you.”
His lips press a little harder on mine a few more times until his tongue finally slices them open for him to thrust it into my mouth again. As our kiss deepens, our lower bodies rock against each other, slowly at first before the pace becomes frantic like our hands are trying to touch everything at the same time. Every inch of my skin where our bodies are touching feels like it’s on fire in the best possible way.
Blake’s hand reaches between us to cup my pussy without breaking our kiss. His thumb applies pressure to my clit while his other fingertips tickle, tease and prod my entrance before finally easing inside. Despite how ready he must be to do this based on how fucking hard he is, he doesn’t rush in, using his fingers to get me good and ready for his big cock.
But he doesn’t let me come either. Just as my body starts to vibrate, getting close to a release, Blake wedges his hips between my legs and then slowly starts to bury his cock inside of me.
“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” he groans.
“Oh god,” I moan as he stretches me and completely fills me. He’s so hard and long and velvety smooth…wait. “Condom?” I open my eyes to ask once he goes still above me.
“I don’t have one, but I’ll stop before…” he assures me, then he pulls out and slams back inside, knocking my breath out of me. I’m incapable of saying another word as Blake fucks me so hard and so good, I can’t even speak.
Chapter 8
Blake
Being inside of a woman is so much better than a mouth or a hand.
Fuck, I hate that I waited so long when I could’ve been doing this for years.
And unfortunately, it feels like no time passes at all before my dick is swelling inside Caroline and my balls are tightening.
I try to hold off as long as I can because Caroline feels so fucking good, so wet and tight. But then something different happens. Her hot, slick pussy clenches around my shaft for a few seconds before letting go.
“Oh god,” she cries out on a gasp when the clenching happens again and again, faster and faster until her fingers are digging into my back, and fuck, it feels amazing what her body is doing to mine. I need to come so badly my balls hurt. When I can’t wait a second longer, I reluctantly quickly reach down and pull my cock free from the depths of heaven. Fisting myself, it takes less than one full slippery stroke before my release is drenching her flat stomach.
“Sorry. That was…fuck,” I say to Caroline as I finish and roll off of her, my face turning red from embarrassment that she’s so damn hot and now I sort of regret that she was my first, witnessing me coming so fast.
“It’s okay,” she says like the sweet, amazing woman she is. “That was… really…good.” She sounds just as surprised as I am.
“Yeah?” I ask her. “It was good for you too?”
“Oh yeah. I’ve never gotten off during or even came close,” she says, which makes my chest swell up with pride. “It must be the gummies.”
Fuck.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. “You think…you think that was just a side effect of the gummies?”
“Yeah,” she agrees, and then she grabs some tissue from the box next to my bed, yet another blow to my ego, the reminder of all the times I’ve jerked off in my room, thinking about this moment with another woman, one my best friend stole behind my back.
After Caroline cleans her stomach, she rolls to her side and then her soft fingertips graze along the length of my deflated cock, making it instantly twitch with interest. “Or maybe it was you,” she says. “Definitely not too small. And big but not too big either. You’re just…right.” She then leans over and takes me into her luscious mouth, and all the blood in my body is rushing south again.
“Mmm,” Caroline moans when she notices my cock thickening and she keeps licking and sucking me. As soon as I’m hard as a rock again, she releases my cock from her mouth and climbs on top of me, lowering her hot, soaking wet cunt all the way down on my dick, stealing all the oxygen in my lungs.
My fantasies were always with me on top of a certain redheaded woman or taking her from behind. I had no idea how incredible the view would be with a gorgeous older woman riding me. With her head thrown back, her long, chocolate waves flow down around her shoulders. Her eyes are closed tight, those sexy red lips parted on a gasping moan like she’s enjoying the hell out of being impaled on my big dick.
“Jesus, Caroline,” I start to say before words catch in my throat. Since I’m frozen in awe watching her small, perky tits bounce with each thrust, Caroline grabs both of my hands and covers her breasts with them. My palms squeeze around those soft mounds on instinct, rolling them around and loving the heavy feel of them.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. And then I can’t resist sitting up to take one of her nipples into my mouth, thrusting my hips up into her a few times as I suck.
The move makes Caroline moan and ride me faster as she grips my shoulders. “Yes! Oh god, Blake. Don’t stop. I’m so…close…again.”
Already I’ve lasted longer than our first round, but I never want this time to end.
When Caroline’s fingers move down her stomach to get to her clit, I knock them away, wanting to be the one who gets her off while she’s fucking me.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her.
“Please!” she begs, sounding desperate as my fingertips rub her swollen button faster. I’m sure as fuck not going to come this time until she gets off again.
Thank god her body starts trembling like she’s right on the edge. But fuck, even after the last time I’m still not prepared for how her cunt clamps down so tight on my cock, or the way her juices run down my shaft, making the hottest sounds ever as she bucks wildly on top of me.
I can’t wait for her to finish before I have to pull out and come on my stomach, but I do shove two fingers inside of her pussy that her walls squeeze around as she rides through the pleasure.
When there’s a knock on my bedroom door, interrupting the best night of my life, I start to tell them to fuck off.
But before I can say the words, my unlocked bedroom door swings opens, and Aric fucking Prince is filling it.
Chapter 9
Caroline
Nothing ruins an insanely good orgasm afterglow like your brother interrupting.
Aric is the last person I expected to see when Blake’s bedroom door opened and I glanced over and found him standing there while I was naked, on top of his best friend.
“Caroline?” Aric shouts as I scramble off of Blake and throw myself to the floor on the other side of the bed to try and cover myself with the edge of the comforter. “What the fuck are you doing, Blake?” he asks.
“Nothing you haven’t done with my mother,” the man who just gave me two orgasms during intercourse and my first “good” sex responds.
Wait. Is that a childish taunt? He can’t seriously be talking about my brother sleeping with his mother.
“Looks l
ike we’re almost even,” it sort of sounds like Blake mutters.
“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” my brother roars at him like a wild, crazed animal. And when I hear other male voices trying to talk my brother down, I peek over the mattress and find several guys trying to hold Aric back. There are at least three or four sets of hands trying to restrain him, and still he looks like a bull ready to charge.
Jeez, I get that it’s messed up for him to walk in on me and Blake, but the anger is seriously uncalled for.
“Let him get some clothes on first, man,” Royal tells my brother. He reaches for the inside doorknob and turns the lock before slamming the door shut in Aric’s face.
“Oh my god,” I groan as I bury my face in the sheets on the side of the bed. “I can’t believe he saw us like…that! Let me talk to him to try and calm him down before you go out there. I don’t know why he’s so upset…”
Blake doesn’t say a word. So, after a few minutes, I get up and start gathering all my clothes and slip them back on. The entire time I get dressed, Blake won’t even look at me.
“He’ll get over it,” I assure him.
“No, he won’t,” Blake responds with a chuckle and shake of his head. “And I honestly don’t give a fuck.”
Whoa.
“How can you say that? I mean, the sex was great but not worth ruining your friendship over,” I tell him.
“Our friendship was already ruined,” he responds before he goes over to unlock and open the door. Hands reach out and grab him, and I can’t see what happens next; but based on the loud whap sound, I’m guessing he was thrown against the opposite hallway wall. When I try to go to the door and look, Royal stands in the doorway, arms and legs out, not letting me leave.
Around his shoulder, I see Blake’s fist haul back and hit my brother in the face before Aric gets in two upside his head.
“You have to stop them!” I tell Royal, shoving my palms against his back, but he doesn’t budge. “They’re gonna kill each other!”
“This fight is a long time coming, Car,” he says. “It’s the only way for them to get the fuck over themselves.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask him, but he ignores me.
When Blake drops to the floor, Royal finally leaves his post and dives between the two men and their flying fists.
“That’s enough!” Royal yells. “Now take your sister and get the hell out of here!”
“Aric! Aric, let’s go! Please!” a girl shouts from the group watching from the stairway. Of course, it’s Maddie.
My brother swipes his fingers over his swollen and bleeding lips, looking down at the blood before he finally staggers backward a step, his chest heaving under his white skeleton hoodie as he leans against the wall while Royal crouches down to check on Blake, who is still conscious at least, but his face is already swelling.
“Come on,” Aric says when he grabs me by my wrist and starts pulling me toward the stairs and through the bodies like I’m a child. Blake watches me go with what looks like guilt on his face.
I let my brother pull me down to the living room and then try to jerk away.
“We’re leaving!” he yells at me.
“I need to find Gwen!”
“She’s outside,” he says. Once we’re out on the front lawn with a few other people milling around, Aric finally lets me go.
“There you are!” Gwen says when she spots me. Her face is flushed from either dancing the whole time I was with Blake or from throwing back beers.
“Hey –” I say before Maddie’s voice interrupts.
“Are you okay?” Maddie asks Aric when she reaches up to cup my brother’s face. “Did you hurt your shoulder?”
“I’m fine!” he tells her. Removing her hands from his face, he clasps one and pulls her in the direction of our house. “You two coming?”
“What is wrong with you?” I shout at Aric when I run to catch up with him. “I’m not a child! I don’t need you to go around hitting the men I sleep with!”
“I can’t believe you actually fell for his bullshit!” Aric snaps at me. “Blake played you!”
“He didn’t play me,” I tell him. “We’re two adults who wanted each other. What’s the big deal?”
Aric releases his girlfriend’s hand to scrubs his palms over his face with a groan, so it’s Maddie who answers. “Blake’s been pissed at Aric for weeks now. I heard him threaten payback when they argued at school…”
“Payback for what?” I ask.
Maddie looks to Aric, waiting for him to answer.
“Payback for what?” I say again. “Tell me, Aric!”
“Fine!” he says when he lowers his hands. “Blake’s always had a thing for Maddie. I knew that, and I still hooked up with her behind his back.”
“That was a stupid crush he needed to let go of,” Maddie says in a rush. “Now, get to the main reason Blake’s angry at you.”
My brother blows out a heavy exhale and finally says, “I slept with Collette.”
“Collette?” I repeat. I only know one Collette – Collette Sullivan. That’s when what he’s trying to explain to me finally hits me, causing me to suck in boatloads of the night air. And, man, my mouth is so dry I could drink a gallon of water right now. Whispering, I say, “Aric, you slept with Blake’s mother?”
“She took advantage of Aric,” Maddie says defensively. “And Aric ended it in August, but Blake still found out.”
I look between her and my brother before I shout, “That’s why his parents are getting divorced? Because of you!” I give his chest a shove, but he doesn’t budge.
“Yes,” Aric answers. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be!” I tell him. “That’s fucked up, Aric, even for you.”
“I know that now!” he mutters. “I should’ve told you sooner. I just never thought he would use you to get back at me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask him.
“I have no clue why you fucked him, but why do you think Blake slept with you tonight?”
“It just…happened,” I respond.
“No, he wanted to screw you and to make sure I found out to get back at me!” Aric grumbles. “That’s why he sent me a bullshit message about coming over to hash shit out.”
“What?”
My brother starts to pull his phone from his pocket but hisses when his bloody, busted up knuckles graze the denim.
“Let me get it,” Maddie offers like the sweet little angel she is, an angel Blake apparently had a huge crush on…ugh. She digs the device out and then hands it to Aric, who pulls up something on the screen and turns it around to show me. I take it from him as I scroll up and then back down to the most recent texts, tons of ones from Aric apologizing to Blake that went unanswered before one tonight, about fifteen minutes ago that says, Enough is enough. Come over and let’s hash shit out once and for all.
“But…how?” I ask as I read the words and look at the time stamp again. “I never saw Blake on his phone…”
“He’s a sneaky son of a bitch,” Aric huffs.
“No. That’s impossible. We were talking and having fun…”
“Did you eat the gummies?” Gwen whispers.
“A few.”
“Gummies?” Aric asks then he shines the phone’s flashlight in my eyes, making me wince. “Jesus, Caroline. Are you high?”
“A little.”
“Wow. I don’t even know who you are right now,” he says with a shake of his head before he storms off to the house with Maddie on his heels.
“So, you slept with someone?” Gwen whispers even though he’s gone.
“Yeah, I did,” I say as tears cloud my vision. “And I think I made a huge mistake.”
“Was it at least good?”
“It was,” I admit as I swipe the tears from underneath each of my eyes. “It’s not just a myth. But it was probably the gummies, right?”
“Sure. Probably,” Gwen agrees before she wraps an arm around my shoulders to hug me. “I�
�m sorry.”
“Me too,” I agree. “And to top it all off, I’m starving and so thirsty!”
“Oh, the munchies,” she says. “Let’s go find some greasy grub.”
“How much did you drink? Are you sober enough to drive my Beemer?” I ask her as we head to the garage. I’m too messed up to go home and face my parents right now, so if not, we’ll have to get an Uber.
“Just one can of beer before I danced it off,” she responds, so I let her drive us.
Blake
“Fucking hell your face is swollen,” Royal tells me as we sit out on the back porch after everyone is long gone from the party. “Here,” he says when he passes me a cold can of beer. “You need this more than I do.”
“What the fuck was Aric doing here?” I say through clenched teeth before putting the can up to my aching eye. “I thought you told him to fuck off earlier.”
“No clue,” Royal says quickly. “Hey, at least you popped your cherry! I still can’t believe that, of all people, you banged Caroline Prince your first time.”
“Believe it,” I tell him. “Talk about bad timing, though…”
“Was she as good as everyone said she is?” he asks.
“Yeah, yeah she was.” Even better.
“Well, she should be with as much practice as she’s had,” Royal comments, which irritates the fuck out of me because I don’t buy all of the rumors about her. Caroline told me tonight she’s been with fourteen guys before me, which would be over the span of four years. That doesn’t seem all that bad to me. “Last year at least a dozen seniors tapped that ass, maybe more,” Royal adds.
Before I can tell him to shut the hell up or figure out how to try and salvage shit with Caroline, a strange van pulls up in front of the house. The side door slides open, and then a figure stumbles out onto the yard.