by Selena Kitt
“You itchin’ to leave here on a stretcher?” Lindsey stepped in next to Zach, snatching the woman’s hand away from his belt buckle.
“Go away, little girl.” The woman rolled her eyes, waving Lindsey away and turning back to Zach.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Lindsey stepped in, grabbing the woman’s white, low-cut blouse in her fist. “I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll have to rent stilts to wipe yourself.”
The woman’s eyes showed fear for a moment and she shook loose, taking a step back and glaring at her. “Are you even legal?”
Zach turned back to grab his guitar case off the stage, “Come on, baby.” He steered Lindsey past the waitress by the elbow. She stopped to grab her beer on the way as he guided her through the crowd. When they got into the parking lot, she glanced up at him and saw he was tight-lipped.
“What did I do?” She frowned as he put the guitar case in the trunk and opened her door for her. “I wasn’t the one being Ms. Uber-Slut…for once!”
He sighed, his face softening. “Just get in.”
She did, pouting, putting her beer in the beverage holder and obediently pulling her seatbelt on. Glancing over at him as he started the car, she sighed. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head and gave her a small smile. “Never mind. Let’s go get a burger or something.”
Heartened, she turned towards him, her knee knocking the beer in the holder. It tilted onto the floor and she gasped. “Oh shit!” Her skirt was soaked, and she grabbed the foaming bottle, putting it back into the holder and sopping the floor up the best she could with the material. “I’m sorry!”
“Two sorries in one night.” Zach laughed. “Is that a record for you?”
She stuck her tongue out at him, hurt, and held up her skirt. “Damn. I can’t go home in this. Even if it dries, it smells like a distillery.”
“Maybe it’s a sign.” He smiled as he put the car in gear and she smiled back when he reached over and squeezed her hand.
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“I think you should throw these in.” Lindsey snapped the elastic on her white satin shorts with a grin, watching Zach throw her skirt into his stacked apartment washing machine.
“Did you get those, too?” He glanced over at her as she slid up onto the bathroom sink, pulling her knee up and resting her chin there.
“Sort of.” Her eyes followed him as he poured in soap and set the timer. “After listening to you tonight, I’d say I need to change my panties…if I was wearing any.” She saw his eyes dip between her thighs and smiled. “So…now what?”
He came to stand between her thighs, slipping his arms around her waist. “So you liked tonight?”
“Yeah.” She slid her arms around his neck, wiggling against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I did. A lot.”
He kissed the top of her head and she felt him breathe deep. “It was hard to beat the other night.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom, and he let her. “I think we can still make it.”
“No F-16’s.” His hands cupped her behind, pulling her in tighter to him. She felt the heat of his cock, already half-hard, and squirmed against it.
“I don’t think we need ‘em.” She lifted her face to his to be kissed and wasn’t disappointed. The energy of the night caught between them spread through her as their mouths and bodies met. Her fingers traced his chest and belly, thrilling at the hard ridges and smooth planes as his big hands clenched her behind, pulling her snugly into the saddle of his hips.
The heat and hardness of him teased her, and the already damp crotch of her shorts slipped between her lips as they rocked. She moaned into his mouth, sucking at his tongue and digging her heels into his lower back. Twice she reached for his zipper and he caught her hand, moving it to more neutral territory, all the while exploring her mouth with his.
The ache in her belly slowly turned to fire and she squeezed her legs around him, dancing her hips against his cock just like she had gyrated for him on the dance floor. That made him groan and grip her hair as he slanted his mouth across hers. His response was encouraging and she reached for him again. This time he didn’t say no, and her hand rubbed the length of him through the thick denim, slowly up and down.
“Oh damn.” His words were just breath in her ear and she heard him swallow. “Lindsey…”
“Just my mouth.” She panted with wanting him, and didn’t even recognize the plea in her voice. “Let me suck you…oh god, please.”
“Just…” Her kiss stopped him and she found his tongue, using hers to tease it, sucking at it like a little cock, making his hips buck into hers. She smiled through their kiss as he lifted her and carried her like that, wrapped around him, out of the bathroom. The layout of his place wasn’t familiar enough to her, but she knew when he turned right instead of left, pushing through a door, that they were going into the bedroom. It smelled like Zach in here, cool and clean.
There were no words as he kissed her against the wall, not even making it all the way over to the bed in his lust, pressing his full weight onto her. She took it, greedy, grateful, tugging his shirt off his shoulders. The material stuck at the sleeves, where it was buttoned, and he sighed at the annoyance as he let her down and undid them. She pressed the seam of her shorts against her clit as she watched him, rubbing it back and forth there with her fingers. His eyes met hers as he tossed his shirt aside and bent to kiss her again.
Welcoming the weight of him, she pushed her pelvis up, angling, seeking his hard length and finding it with the rock of her hips. He nuzzled his way down her neck, pulling her pink tank-tee up over her little breasts and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed happily as his tongue made soft circles there, his fingers finding and squeezing the other one, making it stand up.
Replacing his tongue with his other hand, he rolled both of her nipples as he kissed his way down her bare belly. Lindsey wiggled when he dipped his tongue into her navel, knowing just what he was up to, and she wasn’t having any of it.
“No, you don’t.” She squirmed out from under his weight, turning so she pressed him against the wall. His hands and eyes roamed over her, his fingers moving her shorts aside and she saw his eyes darken at the sight of her shaved pussy. “I told you what I wanted.”
“Do you always get what you want?” Zach let her go and she slithered between his legs, unbuttoning his jeans and working his zipper down. She didn’t answer him—she was too engrossed in freeing his cock. It was just as beautiful—and big—as it had felt through the denim. Tugging his pants down his hips, she was gratified when he helped her get them and his boxers to his knees, his cock springing free and pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
“More than a mouthful.” Lindsey swallowed, grasping his shaft in her hand and noticing how slender and pale her fingers seemed in comparison to the thick, dark length of him. He was beautifully uncircumcised, the head already leaking a clearish fluid. She rubbed it over her lips like gloss, looking up at him. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to eat that sweet, bald little pussy of yours, girl.” His thumb moved over her bottom lip, rubbing his pre-cum in there. “Come up here.”
“But don’t you want my mouth?” She teased the frenulum, following the sweet groove with the tip of her tongue. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at giving head.”
He chuckled. “I bet you have. Now get your hot little ass up here.”
“Nuh-uh.” She took him in her mouth, using her best deep-throating technique to work him back into her throat. It wasn’t easy and she fought her gag-reflex, forcing even more of him in. He groaned, his eyes wide as he watched her pink lips grow taut, enveloping his dark length. Still, she couldn’t make it all the way down on him and she came up for air with a gasp, leaving a slick trail of saliva in her wake.
Her hand didn’t stop, though, and she used it to stroke him from base to tip, easing the loose skin up over the hea
d and down again as she looked at his cock, renegotiating just exactly how she was going to take him.
“I said…” He reached down and grabbed her by the back of her shorts, hauling her around. She gasped, hearing the small sound of the fabric tearing a little, probably somewhere along the seam, and she squealed as he situated her hips over his face. “Come here.”
“Zach!” Her hand never left his cock as he lifted her. It just twisted around the shaft as he turned her, and she squeezed him hard when his fingers shoved her shorts aside and probed between her lips. He used one hand to spread her open, his fingers tracing her pink folds of flesh, while he kept his other arm wrapped tight around her hips to keep her steady. It was a great distraction and she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on the cock she had taken again into her mouth.
He carried her that way toward the bed, her lips and tongue working his cock, his face buried in the soft wetness of her pussy. He hummed gently over her clit as she sucked him, wrapping both arms around her hips and ass and pulling her up snug against his mouth. All the blood rushed to Lindsey’s head and she flushed with it, hanging onto his cock, dizzy and upside down.
When he eased her down onto the bed, he rolled so she was on top of him and she gasped as his fingers, now free to roam, pressed between her lips, probing her flesh. His tongue moved, relentless, varying both speed and direction, leaving her breathless and guessing what he was going to do next. She couldn’t even keep a steady rhythm on his cock anymore, so she rested her cheek against his thigh and just stroked up and down his length.
“Oh god, baby…” she whispered, rocking her hips as he fingered her, two and then three, spreading her wide as he tongued her slit. “You make my pussy feel so good!”
He groaned against her clit, licking faster, making his tongue flat and edging it wetly back and forth until she thought she would go crazy with wanting him. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, and his cock throbbed in her hand, forgotten entirely, a steady pulse in her fist.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” Lindsey felt it coming and worked for it, her hips rolling in circles, her teeth raking along his thigh. She let go of his cock, propping herself up with her palms on his thighs and grinding her pussy down against his face. He took her with a muffled groan, wrapping his arms around her ass and burying his face into her wetness.
Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his thighs as she came, shuddering and throwing her head back, bucking on top of him, completely oblivious to anything but the flood of throbbing heat between her legs that went on and on. He sucked hard at her sensitive clit, making her thrash and squeal and beg him to stop, the pleasure so intense it made her grit her teeth.
“Please!” She begged, unable to wiggle her way out of his hard grasp.
“You wanted to suck my cock, didn’t you?” He came up for air, gasping, giving her a brief respite. “So suck it, baby!”
She groaned, remembering him then, spitting on her hand and slicking her fist down over the head of him like a wet little pussy and following it with the softness of her lips and mouth and tongue, making him press deeper. Her hand prevented too much of him from sliding into her throat, but even that wasn’t enough to keep her from gagging entirely on his thick length.
His rubbed his face into her wetness again, making her moan and shift on top of him, not sure if she wanted to try to get away or press back against his tongue. It was his finger that decided her, the one that slid out of her pussy to stroke the tender ring of her asshole. He kept two working and buried in her pussy, but his index finger found its way to the sweet pucker of her ass, making wet circles there as he tongued her clit into submission again.
This time she was determined not to lose her focus, and she worked his cock for everything she was worth, forcing more and more of it into her throat with every pass. Her hand grew slick with her saliva mixed with a steady flow of his pre-cum, more copious and thick as she sucked harder and harder. When she pulled the skin of his cock down tight and used her tongue under the uncircumcised edge, seeking out the sensitive ridge, he groaned and bucked up, making her gasp when his finger slipped deeper into her ass.
“Oh yeah!” He managed a muffled groan as she stayed tucked under the skin there and stroked him against the curve of her tongue. She eased the skin up and down, squeezing her fist as she went, faster and faster. Her tongue curved around his shaft, making a little cup, and she waited for him to fill it. “Oh god! Baby!”
She knew the warning tone and pumped faster, her other hand slipping down to feel how close to his body his balls had drawn, the skin tight and wrinkled and deliciously smooth under her fingers. She cupped them, imagining all of the cum in there, waiting to burst and flood into her mouth. The thought made her dizzy with wanting it, and she couldn’t hold out anymore against his fingers and tongue.
Her whole body shuddered against his, but she didn’t stop working his cock. She felt the muscles in his belly growing tighter against her breasts, their skin slick, bodies rocking hard and fast. Suddenly his cock swelled in her hand, and the first blast of his cum wasn’t just a flood over her tongue—it shot hard and fast and thick, coating the back of her throat and forcing her to swallow immediately. He shoved up into her mouth, thrust himself deeper into her throat, and it was he who forgot about her this time, moaning against her pussy, his tongue and lips losing all focus and direction.
She shivered happily on top of him, still grinding her own orgasm against his chin and nose and mouth as she milked his throbbing cock. The second and third wave of his cum weren’t as strong as the first, but they filled her mouth both times to almost bursting and she swallowed fast before taking the next, and then another, the taste coating her tongue and throat as she eagerly pumped his length.
When she climbed off him and turned around to steal a kiss, he pulled her in tight. She shivered when his tongue met hers and he grabbed for the comforter, fisting it and pulling it over them, wrapping her in it. Smiling, she tucked her head under his chin, feeling her eyes slipping closed before she even knew what was happening. Never had she felt more comfortable and safe with a man. It would be hours before either of them remembered time, or space, or anything but drifting away in each other’s arms on a cloud far away in the darkness.
Chapter Seven
“Run down that aisle and grab me some laundry detergent, would you?”
“Fine.” Lindsey sighed, hugging herself and shivering as she followed her mother pushing the cart past the meat bins. Should have worn jeans or something. She smiled to herself at the thought of actually complying with her mother’s wishes and wearing more clothes than she had on. They’d compromised on a pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs and a tube top. She still couldn’t wear her white satin short shorts out of the house without protest. “Are we almost done?”
“Just a few more things on my list.” Her mother peered at something written on the back of a receipt as Lindsey headed toward the soap aisle. “You know what brand to get, right?”
“Not exactly the first time you’ve sent me looking for detergent.”
Her mother sighed. “Hurry back, I’ll be over by the baked goods.”
“Ooo, get some donuts!” Lindsey’s eyes brightened at the thought.
“Breakfast of champions?” Her mother snorted.
“Breakfast of teenagers. Please!?”
Her mother sighed again. “Hurry back and you can pick some out.”
Lindsey hefted an orange bottle of Tide from the bottom shelf. It made her think of Zach and the way he had tossed her clothes in his little stackable washer and dryer in his apartment. That hadn’t been the last time she had seen him—they’d had two more dates with just a kiss at her doorstep, which had left her both confused and annoyed. And then there was the couch incident.
She balanced the detergent against her hip, remembering the last time she was by his place. She’d thought it might have happened then, when they were together on the couch. Zach must have thought they’d be safer in the living
room than the bedroom, but Lindsey could maneuver her little body into all sorts of positions, and had managed to free his cock, pulling her shorts and panties aside so she was rubbing up against him as they kissed.
The feel of her hot, slick cunt riding up and down his shaft should have done it—that and, of course, all the begging and pleading and dirty talk she was doing in his ear. It was certainly having an effect on his cock. It was rock hard and weeping, his hands digging deep into the flesh of her hips and ass as she rubbed against him, and his groans were definitely caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Please, baby, please,” she begged him, her tank-tee pulled up over her little breasts, the nipples hard as she rocked faster. “God, I can’t stand it, Zach, I want you, I want your cock in me, baby, ohhh god please fuck me, please, please…” She wasn’t even sure of the words, she was just begging him, aching for him—she honestly couldn’t remember a time when she had wanted sex so much, not for real. He made her head swim.
“Lindsey, listen…” He always tried talking, some rational discussion, some logical reason why not, but she didn’t want to hear it and would do anything not to hear it.
“Suck my tits,” she moaned, directing her nipple into his mouth. “Please, god, suck it hard. Sometimes I can come that way.”
That made him groan and draw her nipple into his mouth with a ferocious hunger, working the other one between his big fingers. She thrashed and twisted in his lap, working her hips in fast, hot circles over his dick, sure that if she came this way, if he reduced her to a wet, quivering puddle of cum on his couch, he would have to fuck her—he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
“Baby, god, that’s it!” she cried, thrusting her hips against his, feeling her climax coming. He mouthed her other nipple, sucking it hard and sending her right over the edge. Lindsey quivered on his lap, her pussy clamping down against his cock as she came, flooding him with her wetness. She knew he must feel every sweet pull of her cunt, trying to suck his dick into her, and she wasted no time reaching down and aiming him at her spasming hole.