by Nikky Kaye
His hands were all over me, his thumbs rasping over my clit, his fingers knuckle deep inside me, stroking my walls. Carefully, his pinky stretched back across my perineum. It wiggled against my rear end, teasing the puckered flesh there.
I flinched in shock, unsure if I could stand one more sensation. The heat flashing through my belly at the idea was unexpected. I felt overripe, as though I would burst out of my skin if his touch abraded a new nerve ending.
“Will…” My head flopped from side to side. Too much.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you,” I heard him say with awe. “But let’s see what else we can do first.”
I pushed my chin to my chest, gaping down at him. What else? His eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a smirk. Oh shit.
In a split second, the middle three fingers of his left hand entwined with the three already in my pussy.
His hands were thick and hot in prayer inside me.
And then his little fingers reached back together to press into my ass, just down to the smooth beds of his fingernails.
“Come now,” he ordered between clenched teeth, his voice vibrating against my clit.
And that was it.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!”
My taut legs reflexively tried to close in an attempt to contain the pulsing at my core, but Will held me open like a puppet, refusing to give me any reprieve.
With no place to hide, my body shook with the force of my orgasm as it slammed into my belly.
“Good girl,” he said, sitting back a little to survey my twitching body.
If I thought I had come on his leg before, that was nothing to the sharp relief ripping through me now. It roiled over me, radiating down my legs and up to my breasts. I reached out for him, but he was leaning just a little too far back. My arms flopped at my sides as I rode out the wave. Black spots bubbled in front of my eyes.
Then, without warning, he slid all six of his fingers out of my pussy, curling them as he withdrew. I almost jack-knifed at the loss.
It set off another explosion, and he dove down to lap up what gushed from me. My eyes were watering now, as I felt completely and utterly out of control of my body.
The whooshing in my ears finally dulled to the thundering of my heartbeat as his tongue rasped against me with long, lingering pulls.
“Jesus fuck,” I gasped, my body still throbbing mercilessly.
My throat was dry, and I tried to draw saliva into my mouth to swallow. I was so done. Somehow I found the strength in my abs to crunch up slightly, my chin squeezing to my chest.
Will grinned at me, the tops of his cheekbones flushed with pink.
He was still in his jeans.
Will
I could still taste her in my mouth. And although I would like to say that the entire world had narrowed down to just the two of us, the truth is that my weeping dick was like a third person in the room at this point.
Suddenly, I was reminded of Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart and imagined my pants thumping ominously. Damn high school English class coming back to haunt me.
“What’s so funny?”
Cass looked a little uneasy. But all the best parts of her were rosy pink, and she had a shy smile on her face.
Shaking my head, I said, “Just thought of something stupid.”
Her smile faded.
“Not you,” I reassured her.
I guess we weren’t done relieving her insecurity yet. To that end, I really wanted to stay for a very adult sleepover. Although I was still prepared to say goodnight and walk very, very slowly home in the chilly night air, I hoped I didn’t have to. Who was I kidding? I would probably use the public restroom in the lobby to relieve the tension before leaving.
Hell, there was an awkward tension now, and it wasn’t just in my jeans. I don’t think either of us knew what to do or say next. The darkness of the room seemed to swallow us up, and every breath we took reverberated in the uneasy silence.
Standing up slowly, I winced. My knees were going to feel that tomorrow. And there was no way around it; I had to adjust myself.
“Oh.”
I looked down at Cassie, splayed on the bed in front of me, and realized that my open jeans were almost at her eye level, and my dick was practically peeking out of my boxer briefs.
She sat up and wiggled to the edge of the bed. “Um, can I see?” Then she turned on a little reading lamp clipped to her bedframe and bent it toward me.
It was like my erection was being examined by a really hot urologist. For the first time all week, I felt like I was at risk of deflating.
And then she calmly pushed my clothes down, releasing me. Holy shit.
Her hands landed on my hips, her fingers tentatively curling over my ass and my dick bobbing in front of her face.
Unable to stand it anymore, I reached out to swivel the lamp away from us. A halo formed over the bed where the light bounced off the white wall behind her.
She sat up straighter, licking her lips. I could see where this was going, which is where I was hoping it would go, where I wanted it to go.
“Cass, you don’t have to.” But my dick was saying Let her! Let her! Let her!
She looked up at me, then down to my groin, then back at my face again. “I want to. But I’ve never, um—”
Jesus, she was a virgin in this? My cock twitched, catching her attention again. She swayed in front of it like a snake charmer, which wasn’t that far from the truth.
“What do I do?” she asked, her gaze fixed on my snake.
“Whatever you want. Pretty much anything is okay with me.”
Understatement of the year. I wanted to reach out and touch her face, but I worried a little that in my hyper-aroused state, I would pull her to me and fuck her mouth mercilessly. Not the best idea right now.
Sticking her tongue out, she leaned forward and gave a quick lick to the underside of my shaft, up to the tip dripping with pre-come.
“Fuck!” My hips punched forward, surprising her. “Sorry, I’m just… excited.”
She wrapped her right hand around me at the base and licked me again, like an ice cream cone. Now I understood her reaction to my little nips at her clit—this was torture. A frown line of concentration formed over her forehead, but I knew better than to say that it was cute.
Then she closed her lips around me and sucked me deeper into her mouth.
“Yes,” I hissed.
She hummed in response, which sent a reverberating tingle through me. I could feel her tongue muscles on me, flattening then curling. She instinctually covered her teeth with her lips, but that didn’t stop the sensation of her bite every time she moved up and down. Sweat was breaking out on my forehead again.
“Move your hand,” I told her, hoping she could multi-task. And she could.
“How’s this?” The air hit my wet cock as she looked up at me, her fist sliding the thin skin up and down.
“Fucking amazing.”
I was breathing harshly again. My hands went to her hair, smoothing it down and trying not to cup the back of her head.
Do not fuck her mouth. Do not fuck her mouth.
Soon she found a rhythm with her hand and mouth that was teasing me to death. Seriously, a man could die happily in this position. Some probably have. At one point I grunted, which seemed to give her more confidence. Her other hand moved to my balls, rolling them experimentally.
“Oh god, that’s so good!”
The tingling at the base of my spine told me that I was close, much closer than I would normally be after such a short blowjob. But this girl had conditioned me over the last week, and I would probably come if I just shut my eyes and imagined this like I did in the shower. Reality was so much better than fantasy.
“Harder. Please.”
I looked down to see her dark hair falling in front of her, tickling my thighs with every nod of her head. Her hand tightened around my cock, almost like a cock ring sliding up and down to torment me. Her lips slipped back for a
moment, her teeth grazing against me.
“Oh shit!”
She drew back for a second, startled at my response. When she realized it was a good shout, she beamed at me and, this time, I did pull her head back to me.
“S’okay,” I moaned. “You’re doing great. Better than great. I’m so fucking close.” Embarrassingly so.
She started twisting her wrist on the down stroke. Damn, she was a fast learner. How did she learn how to do this so well if she hadn’t had any experience? I knew girls read and watched porn, but it didn’t seem like something she would do. I might be wrong. In any case, God bless the Internet.
I was her slave right now. I would do anything she said, if she could speak. Her mouth was hot and wet, surrounding me like I imagined her pussy would. I didn’t want it to end, ever.
Her nose was touching my pubes now as she tried to take more and more of me in her mouth. Oh, that sexy little perfectionist was attempting to deep throat me? Just her index finger and thumb encircled me now at the base, the rest of her fingers tickling my balls.
“Move back,” I warned her.
I slipped out of her mouth with a pop as she said “No,” and she went back to devouring me, in and out, deeper, wetter, making me groan.
“Shit.” My eyes rolled back. “Cass, you have to get back if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
“Mmmm.” She hummed again, as if she were trying to answer me with her mouth full of my cock. The whine at the back of her throat pressed her palate over my tip as I rammed forward. Her hot face was flush against me, hot air from her nostrils tickling me.
Then the pointy finger on her other hand, the one that was massaging my balls, extended and curled, softly scratching my perineum.
“Fuck!”
My hips jerked against her face, my hands flat on her head like a cap as I shot down her throat. At my most engorged, I felt her throat shift as she swallowed what had pooled in her mouth, making my last spurts even sharper and more intense instead of tapering off. It was like the finale of a fireworks show, when you think it’s all over, but the biggest is yet to come.
I swore again. My dick finally softening in her mouth, I let my hands fall to my sides. My balls throbbed and my legs felt a little shaky. That was the best fucking blowjob I’d ever had.
She drew back, letting me go gently. When she looked up at me, her face was red, but she looked pleased. “Was that okay?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I said. “But you’re a fucking natural.”
“Only the first time, remember?”
Oh god, that meant there would be more. If I weren’t so spent, I might have begun to stiffen again.
Finally giving in to my fatigue and relief, I twisted a little and fell diagonally on her bed. I’m sure I looked like all sorts of awesome face down on her sheets and my jeans still around my knees, but I didn’t care. Best. Head. Ever.
Cassie still sat on the edge of the bed, and my body bowed around her. I turned my head to look up at her and made some kind of unintelligible noise. Drowsiness was overwhelming me.
She nudged my hip. “You can get more comfortable.”
Still lying there on my side, I pulled up my knees and managed to shuck off my jeans and underwear. They fell to the floor in a heap beside the bed. Now I was totally nude, my cock drying against my thigh. She was naked, too, sitting back against me.
“Turn off that light.”
She did, then my arm curled around her waist, and I pulled her down so I could spoon her. My hand landed heavily on her stomach.
“Just need… little nap,” I muttered against her hair in the dark and closed my eyes.
Will
I woke up when my bare ass touched the cool wall.
My arm was still draped over Cassie, and she was curled into a ball in my lap on the narrow dorm bed. At some point, she must have tugged a blanket out from somewhere, since it was draped over us. Our feet were on the pillow, though, and my head nearly touched the bottom of the frame.
Her bare shoulder gleamed in the watery light streaming in from the window. Morning.
I lay there for a moment, taking in the details of her room. I’d only been in it once or twice before. There were a few prints of Impressionist paintings and a wall calendar. The mini-fridge in the corner hummed quietly, a small microwave sitting on top. A medium-sized TV perched on a dresser in the other corner; the remote was on the desk across from the bed, beside her laptop and a stack of books marked with sticky notes. Clothes were exploding from her open closet door, a few things on the floor and hangers sticking out jaggedly. Our clothes joined the pile on the floor, our coats in front of the door.
Maybe she had trouble getting dressed to go to the bar last night? I stilled, remembering the way she looked on the dance floor—wild and flushed and free. Had she been on the prowl, as she had insinuated? The thought made me angry. Especially considering that I had already offered to fuck her into oblivion. Why would she go out trying to hook up when she already had a fuck buddy—me—waiting for her text?
She snuffled a little in her sleep, her ass rocking against my belly. I was hard again, big surprise.
I told myself that she was probably just having fun with her friend and that she had no intention of going home with someone. But I wasn’t one hundred percent certain, and the sting of imagined rejection made me scowl.
I cupped her breast. Her shoulder shivered as she wiggled closer to me. I rolled my thumb around her nipple, tweaking it as it pebbled up under my touch. I could tell the second she woke up, but not because she moved. Her whole body became rigid against mine, tense with anticipation. My hand stilled.
“Hi.” My voice cracked a little, so I coughed the sleepiness out of my throat.
“Hi.”
“How’re you doing?”
“Fine, how are you?”
“Okay.”
We both stared at the wall opposite. Well, this was fucking awkward. I sighed against her neck, and her spine relaxed a little. She pulled the covers over her shoulder and turned her face into the bed, squishing her nose.
One of us was going to have to say something, and I was pretty sure it was going to have to be me. Again. I just wasn’t sure what to say to a naked girl who was curled up against my erection. Okay, there was what I wanted to say, and there was what I should say.
“Should I apologize?”
“I’m sorry.”
We spoke at the same time. Then paused, and sighed in mutual relief.
“I’m the one who should be sorry,” I said. “At least, I should be sorry, but I’m kind of not.” I withdrew my hand from its comfy place on her chest and rubbed my forehead with it.
“Maybe I had too much to—“
“No. You didn’t.” I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that way. It was an easy excuse, but it wasn’t true. Other than the fact that it made me a total asshole, it would also invalidate her judgment and everything that happened last night.
She shifted to lie on her back. I watched her profile. She chewed on her lower lip and blinked at the ceiling.
“You’re right, I didn’t. And neither did you. We’re both adults, right?”
Well, close enough. Wait a second… I raised myself up on my elbow to lean over her. My eyes narrowed.
“If you utter the words ‘let’s just forget this ever happened’, I will give you five minutes to go to the bathroom and then ‘this’ will happen again. And again.”
A blush rose in her cheeks. Without the dark, without the buzz, without the excuses of pheromones or dancing or sexy clothes or whatever, I still wanted her. And I wasn’t going to let her backtrack.
She finally looked at me. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Your choice, baby. Either. Both.” I pulled the blanket down to expose her bare body to the waist. She looked like she was carved out of ivory. “You are perfect.”
She squirmed at the compliment, her body glowing in the peachy morning light. My dick
was pulsing again, trying to make friends with her hip.
“That was… um, I mean last night… I—”
She broke off her babbling when I put my hand over her mouth.
“It was great. Fucking amazing. Totally hot.”
Her nod was a little slow, but probably more from embarrassment than disagreement. Then I felt her tongue touch the center of my palm, and my eyebrow lifted.
“Did you just… lick me?” I asked her in feigned shock.
I felt her smile under my hand. I think her eyes actually fucking twinkled.
“Oh baby, you might regret that.”
Then I replaced my hand with my mouth and kissed her hard.
She kissed me back deeply, her body stretched out against mine. She slid the soles of her feet over my shins and twined her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against me, and she opened her mouth to me as my impatient dick poked her in the belly.
I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and she probably wasn’t either. If we were decent people, we would probably get up and brush our teeth at least before trying to swallow each other’s tongues. But we weren’t decent people, it seemed.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, so did we: petting, biting, tasting, and caressing. I ran my hands over her whole body, from her toes to her ears, feeling every soft spot and bump. Some soft spots I went over a few times, until her breath hitched in my ear.
I was propped up on my elbows over her, in between her splayed legs. I could feel her heat, and her hips cradled my weeping erection. Our breath mingled, stale from sleep.
“Can we?” I panted in between kisses.
She nodded while moving her mouth over mine. Her encouragement made me groan in anticipation and rock harder against her. We both gasped as my dick nudged its way in, just a fraction.
“Will!”
I took a deep breath, hovering over her. Then I fell into her embrace. “Oh fuck.” My forehead pressed into her shoulder. Damn it. “I don’t have a condom.”
If there was ever a best way to kill the mood of a sure thing—short of saying “By the way, I have Syphilis—this was it. I felt like my heart and my dick were both breaking.