He shook his head in disbelief and then he reached up, tenderly cupping my cheek as he told me. “You are such a naughty girl.”
I felt myself softening towards him and pressed my cheek into his hand while asking him to, “Come here.”
He shook his head, looking at least a little regretful. “No. I still mean to kiss all of you.”
I sighed and began to lean back in disappointment. But then I gasped as he bent down and picked up right where he left off. He kissed a hot trail down from my belly button to the mons of my sex.
Just before he dipped down, reaching my clit - which flooded with warmth - he veered off and kissed down my inner right thigh instead.
I squirmed and groaned, “Damn you.”
He had the nerve to chuckle, so I reached down and slipped my fingers into his hair. I pulled at him and his chuckles transformed into growls. I pulled again and he nipped me. Learning my lesson, I immediately loosened my hold.
Still stubbornly determined to kiss all of me, he kissed his way back up my inner thigh. I held my breath with anticipation as his lips grew closer and closer to my folds. But then he veered off again, completely bypassing my sex as he moved over to my other thigh, and I just had to wonder what I had done to deserve such torture.
“You’re such a dirty little tease,” I taunted him.
His reaction was immediate and swift. He covered my sex with his mouth and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he groaned.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his hot breath washing over the very wet spot he just licked.
“Yes,” I gasped as he gripped my thighs with his each of his hands to hold me in place. Then he dragged his tongue slowly, torturously through my folds.
“Fuck.” It was exactly what I wanted but it was so slow, so dragged out, I clenched so hard it almost hurt.
Reaching my clit, which pulsed madly with need, he flicked just the tip of his tongue against it gently before dragging his tongue back down.
“Tease!” I gritted out.
His tongue swiped back up and he sucked my clit hard into his mouth. I couldn’t revel in my victory though, I was too busy jerking up and crying out.
One of his hands roamed up from my hip and pressed against my chest, forcing me back down. Then he reached under me, lifting me up by my butt. He positioned my legs over his shoulders and pressed his face into me.
From there, he really went to town.
Over the past few weeks, Brett had gotten to know me down there in a very intimate, almost spiritual way. In fact, I think he was more familiar with my pussy than the rest of my body. He was probably familiar with it even more than I was. He certainly played with it more often.
But this was a first. I’d never had him position me in such a way where he could just shove his face up against me and lick and suck on me with pure abandon. And I had never been in the position where I could completely let go, and not have to worry about some passerby overhearing me moan or crying out.
And even if there were people around at that moment, I knew for certain I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. What Brett was doing to me was straight up insane. One moment his tongue was pressing hard into my clit and the next he was working his tongue back and forth, hungrily lapping up my juices. I was completely thrown off guard. I couldn’t anticipate what was coming next. I couldn’t prepare myself or guard myself against coming too soon.
My thighs squeezed around his head and it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping chunks of his hair out.
His tongue dipped inside me and I cried out. He quickly grew tired of that though and then his mouth was back at torturing my clit. Pressure built inside me. And with each suck, each swirl and lap, I was closer and closer to my release. Then he sucked my clit hard and clamped it gently between his teeth.
That was the end of me.
He murmured his encouragement as I lost it, jerking my hips and my sex spasming with a warm gush.
“Oh god, I love you,” I whimpered as I twitched and came back down from orgasmic heaven.
Brett’s head popped up and he gently removed my legs from his shoulders. Then he crawled up me and held himself above me.
“You got a little something…” I smirked and reached up, wiping my thumb against the corner of his mouth. “There.”
Brett grinned and then his head lowered down. He nuzzled his face against my cheek before pressing his lips against my lips. He kissed me slowly, languidly, as if we had all the time in the world.
When his head popped back up, I was warm and fuzzy again until he told me, “I love you too.”
I felt thunderstruck. That was the last thing I expected to pop out of his mouth. I stared up at him, wide-eyed and unable to pull in air. Brett loved me? Me? I was the luckiest girl in the world.
“You do?” I asked, just to be sure I just wasn’t having some kind of post-orgasm hallucination.
Brett nodded, his stare all intense and serious. And it was right there, in his eyes. How long had it been there?
Something inside me melted and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck so I could pull him back down. I kissed him good and hard and for so long he came up gasping for air.
“Mandy,” he groaned and my arms unwrapped before my hands slipped their way down.
“Remove your pants,” I urged him and arched my back up. I was ready. I wanted his naked skin against my skin.
Brett groaned again and stiffened above me as I reached his jeans and began to unbutton them.
“Are you sure?” he asked just as I pushed the button through the hole.
I nodded my head eagerly and yanked down his zipper. “I’ve never been more sure.”
To prove my point, I reached inside his pants and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.
He jerked above me. “Fuck. If you keep that up we won’t get my pants off.”
My hand paused mid-stroke and I bit my lip with indecision. Ultimately, I decided I rather not get him off with my hand so I helped him pull down his pants instead. Once his pants were gone, tossed off to the side to join my clothes on the floor, he nudged at my knees and I spread them open.
Brett settled himself between my legs and there was something terribly exciting about his warm weight coming down on top of me. It just felt right, and I would have never in a million years have guessed I would get turned on just by being beneath him.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he told me softly before kissing me.
I felt myself sinking into the mattress as his lips brushed across my lips and his weight settled above me. He was so big I was afraid I’d feel squished beneath him, but all I felt was the rightness of it. His chest pressed down on my breasts. My nipples puckered and tightened.
His erection poked my thigh and my heart leapt at the contact. Then I felt him reaching between us, taking himself in his hand. A bit of wetness was left on my thigh as he adjusted himself until the head of his cock was poking at my entrance.
My body resisted him and I tensed up.
“Relax,” Brett murmured against my mouth and he swirled the head of his cock against my lips.
That felt so much better, and I relaxed against him. It didn’t take me long to start squirming, to start deepening our kiss with my need. He worked himself through my lips and then pressed the head of his cock against my clit. My hips jerked and I cried out in his mouth.
“Are you ready?” he asked between pulls on my lips.
“Yes!” I assured him and in my enthusiasm I grabbed up two big handfuls of his ass.
Brett began to pull away. “I need to get the condom out of my pocket.”
“No,” I told him and dug my nails into his flesh. “We don’t need it.”
He tensed against me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to get you pregnant…”
“Yes,” I groaned and rocked against the head of his cock.
Inside I was clenching, all I could feel was need. Need to have him touching me. Need to ha
ve him inside me. I had no idea how it would feel but my imagination ran wild. “I’m on the pill.”
Brett seemed to hesitate for another moment before lowering back down on top of me with acceptance. He brushed my hair back. “This may hurt…”
“I don’t care,” I said impatiently and arched up while pulling hard on his cheeks. God, he had such a nice, tight ass.
Brett must have believed me because the next moment the most terrible pain sliced through my core.
“Ow,” I whined as Brett buried his face against my neck and groaned.
At first all I could feel was the sharp pain.
Brett placed sweet, little kisses against my neck. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he apologized to me.
I was very, very still, waiting for the pain to ease. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the slice to fade into a tender ache. It helped a great deal that Brett continued to soothingly kiss me and stroke me. He didn’t move as well, and after a couple of minutes I became aware of a new sensation. I felt filled.
“You’re inside me,” I gasped and grabbed his face with my hands.
“I am,” he confirmed and stared intensely into my eyes. “Does it still hurt?”
I took a moment to be sure, taking mental stock of all my parts, but the ache had faded enough that I could honestly shake my head and answer, “No, not anymore.”
“Do you want to stop?” he asked next.
I quickly shook my head. “No. Please.”
He began to slowly pull back, withdrawing from me. The sensation was so strong I gasped. Then just as slowly he pushed his way back in.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Please. Don’t. Stop.” I implored him, squirming. He was buried deep inside me but it wasn’t enough. I needed something more.
Brett’s lids lowered and he pulled out slowly again but then thrust back in fast. “Do you like this?”
I arched up as he filled me again. “Yes.”
“Fuck, Mandy,” he growled and pulled back out only to slam himself deep. “I don’t know how long I can last,” he warned.
And that made me a little sad. Honestly, I loved what he was doing and felt like I wouldn’t mind if he could do it all night long. But I could totally understand. This wasn’t just my first time, it was also his.
“Then give it to me hard and fast,” I told him and reached up, scratching my nails down his back.
“Fuck,” he growled and stopped. He reached between us and began to rub his fingers furiously against my clit. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Immediately I tensed up and clenched around him, which only pulled another loud, “Fuck!” out of him.
“Brett, please,” I pleaded, thrashing my head back and forth. Something was building deep inside me and I was afraid that if we didn’t keep going I was going to lose it.
“God dammit,” he cursed, and it seemed like he was going to keep fighting it. But then he stopped playing with my clit and his hand hit the bed beside my head. “If it hurts just tell me to stop.”
I nodded my head but I wasn’t planning on saying anything even if it did. My breasts were heaving against my chest. I was panting from exertion, from what he did to my poor, throbbing clit. Brett was inside me. Inside me. If he wanted to lose himself, I welcomed it.
Brett pulled himself out until just the tip remained. I arched my back and lifted my hips in offering to him. His head fell forward as he thrust into me with a hard slam. But instead of pulling back slowly, this time he pulled back fast only to drive himself deep again.
And I noticed very quickly that when he did it, he also slammed into my clit.
My mouth went slack and my head fell back as I moaned. Out he pulled. Then my body rocked as he slammed back in.
“Mandy,” he growled my name.
The headboard cracked against the wall, and as he connected with my clit, something inside me split open. I felt wet, so wet, and I trembled around him.
“Brett,” I cried out. “I think I’m coming.”
I wasn’t entirely sure because it felt so different, but my pussy spasmed. Then Brett must have taken that as permission to fuck me to death because the way his hips crashed into my hips, it felt like he was literally trying to fuck me through the mattress.
My orgasm never ended. It transformed, blooming into a force that left me crying out and clawing my nails down his back.
And a moment later, Brett was growling and cursing while he spilled himself inside me. It felt hot and sticky. And I loved the way he lost himself, jerking and twitching above me.
No regrets.
“Are you okay?” I asked, getting myself together first. I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand.
His head was still bent forward and his face felt slick with sweat. Brett started laughing and then I laughed. Then I accidentally squeezed him inside me. We both groaned, overly sensitive.
He collapsed his weight on top of me. “Yes. Are you?”
“Yes,” I answered and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel my body squeezing him out while we caught our breath.
As he relaxed above me, he asked, “Did you like it?”
I smiled and lifted up, giving him a little kiss on the lips. “Yes, it was amazing.”
He grinned down at me and I softly stroked my hands down his back. He was so fucking amazing, and I didn’t know what I did to deserve him but I was grateful that I had him. He was mine, and I was his. His eyes softened as he gazed down tenderly at me.
It was totally a sweet moment before I asked, “Want to do it again?”
Brett
She, the one girl in my life that I loved with all my heart, was sleeping beside me and I felt like a million dollars. It was about five a.m. and I really wanted to have another go at it but I would have felt like a complete heel, especially since we made love/fucked each other’s brains out three times that night. She was just as horny as I was, thank god for teenage hormones.
I looked at the clock one more time before I slid back down and pulled her close to me. Her body was so damn warm and soft. She really did feel like the perfect fit, like her body was meant to be wrapped up in my arms.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have locked her up tight and never let her go.
Chapter Twelve
Mandy
The weekend with Brett went by too fast. After all the amazing sex, we ended up spending the rest of the time hanging out, goofing off, and just enjoying being with each other. In some ways it was like we were playing house like a couple of silly kids. We tried to cook for each other, cleaned up, and imagined what it would be like to have our own place. We made up rules like no pants after six and whoever does the dishes does them topless. So we both ended up spending most of the time hanging out like we were a couple of nudists. And the shower, oh my god, showering with him was the fucking bomb.
Time flies though, especially when you’re fucking a lot.
Before we knew it, it was Sunday afternoon and Brett’s parents were on their way home. Regretfully, it was time for me to return to my house. We drug our feet going about it. I only brought one little overnight bag with me but it took me over an hour to pack it. And I swear, every pair of panties I brought with me had somehow disappeared. We looked but neither one of us could find them. Though I had my suspicions about where they ended up.
Then after I was done packing and there was nothing else to do, we kept finding reasons and excuses for not leaving yet, but eventually, somehow, we ended up in his mom’s Volvo.
Just minutes after climbing into the car we were pulling into the empty driveway of my house. All the lights were off and it didn’t look like either of my parents were home. Still, I dreaded leaving Brett and returning to the mess I ran away from. What awaited me? Had my parents made up? Or were they still going to divorce? If they split up, who was I going to live with?
Brett squeezed my hand, he held it the entire the time he drove and even then it didn’t look as if
he meant to let go. We sat there in silence, both with so much to say but neither of us brave enough to speak the words out loud.
There was so much more going on. Was it temporary, the love between us? Now that we had taken that step, what did we mean to do about it? Graduation wasn’t far off, and after that then what?
“Thank you,” I finally said and leaned close to him, giving him a sweet kiss against his cheek.
Brett turned his face, quite on purpose, and I ended up kissing his lips. I pulled away just before we started shoving our tongues down each other’s throats. I would have hated for one of my parents to see and give me grief about putting on a show for the neighbors.
“I don’t want you to go,” Brett sighed and my heart ached because I felt the same way.
“I don’t want to either,” I admitted and stroked his cheek. “But I have to.”
He lifted the hand he was still holding to his lips and brushed his mouth across my knuckles. “I know.”
I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and looked to my house. The curtains in the front windows were moving, someone must have disturbed them.
I sighed sadly. One of my parents was in there and it was time I found out just which one it was.
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I forced a tight smile. Time with Brett had gone by so fast but at that moment tomorrow felt too far off.
He nodded his head, but his grip tightened around my fingers as I tried to pull my hand free. “Mandy,” he said too seriously.
I stiffened with apprehension. “Yes?”
He hesitated and I could just sense there was something weighing heavily on his mind. Finally, he shook his head and then leaned towards me, pressing his forehead against my forehead. “I love you.”
I smiled immediately and told him, “I love you, too.” Because I did. If there was one thing I was certain of it was him.
“Call me if you need anything, okay?”
I nodded and he kissed me. He kissed me as if we were saying goodbye for a long time and wouldn’t see each other at school the next morning. And as much as I loved him, and wanted to kiss him, I was hyper-aware that one of my parents was probably watching it all.
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