Somethin' About That Boy

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  He moved until I was flat on my back, and he was poised over the top of me. My legs were somehow kicked up high and wide to make room for his body, and he was staring down at me.

  At least, I thought he was.

  He could be looking at the wall for all I knew, but I was just assuming that he wasn’t.

  My nipples pebbled, and my breathing rose with my excitement.

  “What do you want from me, Perry?” he asked gruffly.

  I couldn’t stop myself from lifting my hand and running it down the length of his belly.

  He had abs.

  Lots and lots of abs.

  I stopped when my hand met the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  He sucked his stomach in slightly, likely on reflex, and the tips of my fingers barely slipped inside.

  I could feel the wiry rasp of his pubic hairs with the tips of my fingers, and I couldn’t help myself from slowly allowing them to slip just a bit more inside.

  I froze when his finger slipped inside my entrance, not realizing that I’d allowed my hand to go just a bit too far inside until I was feeling the root of his penis with the pads of my first two fingers.

  We both went deathly still.

  “I have exactly one condom,” he said, startling me.

  I swallowed hard.

  “I’m on the pill,” I admitted. “I’ve been on it for a really long time.”

  “How long?” he asked, sounding a bit strangled.

  I moved my hand forward until all of my fingers were now touching him.

  He pushed his finger in slightly deeper.

  I removed my hand completely, causing his finger to twitch, as if he was about to do the same thing to me, but he didn’t want to leave just yet.

  “A long time,” I admitted. “Like, years. I started my period early. It was horrendous. So they started me on it when I was like thirteen.”

  He moved until his face was only inches away from my face, then against my lips he said, “Lucky me.”

  Then he sank his finger so deep inside of me that I nearly came off the bed in surprise.

  It felt… divine.

  There were no other words to describe how I felt.

  My finger and his finger were definitely not one and the same.

  “I… I…” I stuttered, unsure what I was trying to say, or what I wanted.

  He slowly moved his finger in and out of me, going so slow that I thought I was going to come unhinged.

  “Banner…” I whispered. “I… I…”

  “Two words.” He chuckled, moving down so he could move his lips against the length of my throat. “Getting better.”

  I would’ve rolled my eyes if he wasn’t completely right.

  My brain had short circuited.

  “Banner,” I whispered, latching onto his neck and bringing his entire body down to meet mine. “I’m going to kill you.”

  He laughed silently against my neck, his hand still down my pants as he slowly worked that single finger in and out of me.

  “It’s getting late,” he said. “We should probably just stop.”

  I really was going to kill him.

  Taking his hair into my hands, I yanked him down to my mouth and kissed him with everything I had.

  His finger inside of me went from one finger to two, and suddenly I could feel the heel of his hand on my clit, pressing lightly.

  “Oh, god,” I breathed as he pulled back. “More. I need more.”

  He smiled against my chin, brushing those petal soft lips against me as he spoke.

  “I’ll give you more as soon as you’re ready for it,” he murmured. “Don’t want to terrify you to the point of never doing this again. You’re like potato chips.”

  I started to laugh against his throat. “You can’t have me just once?”

  “Exactly,” he murmured, pulling his fingers free of my sex and bringing them up to run on either side of my clit.

  That orgasm that I could feel building based solely on him fingering me? Yeah, that was now well and truly imminent.

  I could feel it swelling, the wave about to take me over.

  Then he just… stopped.

  I dug my fingernails into his skin, crying out silently when he pulled away completely.

  “Take those panties off,” he ordered quietly.

  The authority in his tone brooked no room for argument.

  Not that I would’ve argued with him anyway.

  The man was literally going to give me exactly what I wanted.

  Why would I argue with him?

  I pulled my shirt off and tossed it somewhere off the bed, followed shortly by my panties.

  I heard him move as well, getting off the bed, and then the quiet hiss of fabric on skin.

  Then, he was back, pressing his very naked body against mine.

  I bit my lip to keep the moan inside when I felt his erection press against me.

  The head of his cock was resting against the hood of my clit, and he slowly started to grind it into me with slow, deliberate movements.

  I could feel my orgasm once again take root, and knew that as soon as he got that thing inside of me, I was going to go wild.

  “Gotta be quiet,” he said as he adjusted himself.

  Then his cock was at my entrance, and he was leaning down to whisper in my ear.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  I lifted my hips in answer.

  He growled and slowly started to push forward.

  There was no pain.

  I wasn’t shy with my orgasms, and I’d bought a dildo online a year ago and used that quite a bit.

  But my dildo wasn’t anywhere near as big as Banner’s cock.

  Banner’s very hard, very thick cock.

  I widened my legs and curled them around his waist, feeling so full that I could almost burst.

  When I made a sound of discomfort, he pulled back, liberally coating his cock in my juices again before slowly forging his way back inside.

  Over and over he did this until eventually he was all the way inside.

  The wiry pubic hairs surrounding his cock pressed against my clit, and I shifted my hips just to feel the soft rasp.

  His hands stilled the movement of my hips, and I groaned softly.

  “Whyyy?” I whispered softly.

  He moved until his mouth was on mine, and he kissed me for all that he was worth.

  When he pulled back he said, “Because if you start doing that, I’m going to blow. And I want this first time to be perfect.”

  I lifted my hips, and he slipped impossibly farther inside of me.

  “That’s what I want. Fast. Because I’m seriously right there. If. You’d. Just. Move,” I growled, digging my fingernails into his biceps.

  He laughed against my lips, and the movement caused his hips to jerk slightly, causing his cock to jump inside of me.

  I swallowed a moan and buried my face into his neck, breathing hard into the crook.

  “Baby,” he whispered as he slowly started to swivel his hips. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”

  “I already told you,” I breathed as I licked my lips. “I feel fine.”

  He chuckled against my cheek, dragging his scratchy chin down the length of my jaw.

  My flesh pebbled where his beard touched.

  His hands moved down the length of my thighs, then suddenly he pulled them up and ground his hips down into me, getting deeper than he’d been since we’d started.

  I gasped and threw my head back, and he took advantage of me, pulling the flesh just below my ear into his mouth and sucking softly.

  I panted lightly, praying for control.

  But no control was forthcoming.

  He wanted it to go slow.

  I needed it to go fast.

  And I’d run out of patience.

  Fisting my hands in his hair, I yanked his head off of me, causing my skin to leave his mouth with a sof
t sucking sound.

  “Banner, please,” I whispered. “I need you to move. I’m… I’m so close.”

  He did move then, pulling out only to push back inside.

  “We’re not going fast and hard this time,” he said. “Not with your dad just down the hall. I don’t want to risk it.”

  When he explained it that way, it made complete sense.

  Sadly, I didn’t want him to make sense.

  I wanted him to make me orgasm, because if he didn’t I was surely going to die.

  Which I informed him of in the next moment.

  “Please. I need…” I lifted my hips, using his hands around my thighs as leverage.

  He pushed them up and away, taking away what little control I had, and practically folding me in half like a pretzel.

  Then he slowly started to work his cock in and out of me, slowly.

  Oh. So. Slowly.

  “When you do me like that,” I whispered breathlessly. “I feel like I can feel you so deep.”

  “I am deep,” he rumbled. “So deep. And I’m going to come inside of you. God. Come so hard that you’ll be dripping with me.”

  I closed my eyes and lost it.

  There was no other word for it.

  My orgasm slammed into me out of nowhere.

  One second I was there, feeling the orgasm on my periphery, and the next I was flying so high I feared I’d never come down.

  He growled against my neck, slightly picking up the pace.

  But not enough that the bed shook with his movements.

  But it was enough to ride me throughout my orgasm, prolonging it with each thrust he took.

  When I finally came back to Earth, he was still stroking his cock inside of me, and I became more than determined to make him lose control.

  “Banner,” I whispered against his neck.

  He moved his face once again to mine.

  “Yeah?” he whispered, voice sounding so gravelly and deep that it made me nearly smile.

  “I want you to come,” I breathed. “I want to feel you jerk inside of me. Filling me up. But I also want to taste you. I want to feel you come down the back of my throat.”

  He breathed out shakily against my lips.

  “I want to wrap my mouth around your cock and suck,” I whispered. “Tomorrow, when we’re at school, I want to sneak under the bleachers and drop down to my knees. I want to unzip your pants, pull out your cock and…”

  He grunted out his release, his entire body tightening as his orgasm took him over just like mine had minutes before.

  Grinning that I’d made him lose his control, I held him tight as he released into my body.

  His cock jerked and jumped, and the feeling was foreign.

  But I liked it.

  I liked that he was coming inside of me, and even more, I liked that we had nothing between us.

  I licked my lips, then turned my head so that I could press them to his throat.

  His pulse pounded underneath my lips, and I sucked the skin into my mouth and did the same thing that he’d done to me earlier.

  There was no way in hell that he wouldn’t have a hickey in the morning.

  And there was also no way in hell that people wouldn’t notice.

  I’d have to apply makeup to mine.

  Banner could just proudly wear his, seeing as I doubted he’d want to cover it up.

  When his hips finally stilled, I closed my eyes and released his skin from between my teeth.

  He turned his face and offered me another kiss, which I gladly took.

  “Sometimes,” he said. “I get these feelings.”

  “Yeah?” I said.

  “Yeah,” he murmured. “And I’m getting one right now.”

  “Yeah?” I said. “What’s that feeling telling you?”

  He let my legs go and moved his hands up until they cupped my face.

  “The feeling is telling me that we’re going to have to find a way to have sex a lot.” He chuckled. “And that I’m going to likely get a lot of shit for this hickey you put on my neck. Oh, and that I’m totally and completely falling for you.”

  I felt an immediate surge of elation pour through me at his words.

  “I’m falling for you, too,” I told him. “Fast.”

  It took me a long time to go to sleep that night.

  After sneaking out of my room to clean up, I’d come back to the room to find Banner knocked out.

  He’d been on his back, softly snoring, arm up high over his head as if, even in sleep, he was making room for me.

  I carefully closed and locked the door and stared at the bed as I realized the magnitude of what I’d just done.

  And it felt… right.

  For the first time in a long time, I knew that tomorrow when I woke up, I’d be happy. I wouldn’t worry about going to school, because I knew when I got there, Banner would be at my side.

  Chapter 16

  Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.

  -my dick any time Perry is around.

  Banner

  I wasn’t sure what I expected when I woke up the next morning, but Perry to be long gone from her bed, and the door to be wide ass open? Definitely not one of them.

  I realized why the door was wide-ass open about ten minutes later after I was partially-dressed and I had my teeth brushed—thank God Perry had some extras in her bathroom cabinets, or we’d be making a pitstop at my place before school.

  Walking down the stairs, I made sure to be extra quiet in case Perry’s parents were still home, but when I got down there, I found her standing at the kitchen sink in only my t-shirt. She was spooning a generous amount of peanut butter out of the jar.

  “Damn,” I said as I looked at the scoop. “Why don’t you just get a bowl?”

  She rolled her eyes and started to lick the peanut butter off of the spoon.

  “It’s only a spoonful,” she said between licks.

  I walked forward, took the peanut butter container from her, and then started opening drawers until I found the one I was looking for.

  Getting out a spoon, I took out my own spoonful from the jar and showed her what a real spoonful was.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “I’m hungry, and peanut butter is good for you. It gives you lots of energy,” she teased.

  I grinned and took another lick.

  Her eyes followed the movement.

  I pulled the spoon away from my mouth and gestured at her still overflowing spoonful.

  “That’s more like a half a cup,” I pointed out. “But who am I to tell you what to eat? You’re definitely nowhere near needing to worry about what you put in your mouth.”

  Her eyes flared. “You don’t care what I put in my mouth?”

  Oh, I cared a lot. When it came to a few things that pertained to my body.

  But when it came to food? Not so much.

  I was just about to lean into her and kiss that tiny smirk off of her lips when the door to the kitchen burst open, causing us both to jump and separate.

  Guilt was written all over Perry’s face as we watched her dad barrel through the door.

  He took one look at us and halted.

  “I forgot my lunch.” He eyed his daughter’s undressed state, then moved his gaze toward me. “Where is your car?”

  I licked my lips, wondering if I should lie, but he just shook his head.

  As if he didn’t want to hear the answer to my question.

  “Whatever,” he said. “I gotta go. I’m on break for another eight and a half minutes. I couldn’t live through the day if I didn’t have my lunch.”

  He was opening the fridge in seconds, pulling out a rather large lunch box, and walking right back out the door moments later.

  But, seconds after that, he came back in, pointed his prosthetic arm at me, and said, “If you fuckin’ knock her up… you’re gonna die.”

  With that he left, leaving us both st
anding there speechless.

  “You’re on birth control, right?” I asked what I knew to be true.

  She giggled nervously. “Yes. And I take it like clockwork every single day. I never forget.”

  I grinned at her. “Good.”

  Glancing at the clock that was behind her on the microwave, I winced. “I need to go or I’m going to miss first period practice.” I paused. “Are you coming to the game tonight?”

  She nodded. “I have a game myself tonight at five. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.”

  I groaned. “I’m going to miss you in those shorts.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ll wear them to your game. There’s no reason to change out of my uniform. I’m just going to get hot and sweaty all over again.”

  “Thank God for small miracles,” I said.

  She rolled her eyes and took her spoonful of peanut butter with her as she made her way back up the stairs to her room.

  I followed and watched her get dressed, wondering idly why she went for the sweats.

  “Why are you wearing sweats when it’s a hundred degrees out?” I asked curiously.

  She lifted her brows at me. “You’re one to talk. You work out in them.”

  I shrugged. “I end up on the ground a lot. I don’t like the feel of grass, either. So I wear pants that’ll block it.”

  She rolled her eyes and tossed the sweats onto the bed, then went to her dresser where she pulled out a pair of jeans.

  I watched as she pulled the tight jeans up the length of her legs, then over her ass, and realized that I wasn’t quite sure about this outfit, either.

  “Damn,” I said when she buttoned them. “You look good in those.”

  She smiled at me, her face heating slightly.

  “It’s hard to wear pants when I have to sit all day. If they fit my waist, they’re too tight on my thighs. If they fit my thighs, then they’re too loose on my waist. So I wear sweats.” She paused. “But I’ll wear these for you.”

  I licked my lips and wondered what it was about her that just did it for me.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I said when she took off her shirt.

  She was braless, and it took everything I had not to reach for her and pull her into my arms.

  But seriously, we were really late.

  I planted my feet and crossed my arms, watching as she went to a drawer next to where she’d unearthed the jeans and pulled out a bra.