“I’ll try to keep it down,” I murmur.
“Well, don’t keep everything down,” she teases.
“Not an issue.” I walk her back and kiss her against the wall. My cock throbs almost painfully against my zipper. I grind into Prissy, letting her feel for herself.
Prissy’s lips tug up into a sexy smile. It stirs me. An ache pulses through my veins. A beast awakens in my soul. She must see it in my eyes. The hunger. Wordlessly, Prissy grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.
Her room smells nice, like flowers mixed with grapefruit or something. Figuring it out isn’t exactly my top fucking priority. Even when she turns on the lamp beside her bed, I don’t want to waste my time looking around. Yeah, I see the overflowing bookcase, and, yeah, I notice the curtains are gray, but I’m almost pissed off that my eyes registered any of it. Prissy is all I want to breathe, touch or taste.
She hides all evidence of us behind the safety of her bedroom door. The way she was so careful to close it quietly makes me feel like Prissy lives in a monastery. I lift her from the floor, kissing the yelp from her lips before it has a chance to form. Hector House has seen more hook-ups than a brothel, and no one cares about the noise. Hell, half the time it’s a courtesy if any of us actually fuck in our rooms. As soon as her fluffy blanket brushes against my leg, I drop her down on the bed. Prissy bounces backward with a laugh.
“Ohhh, is this an upgrade?”
“A what?”
Prissy sits back on her legs. She’s not quite kneeling, but my mind goes there just the same.
“The bed toss, that’s different from last time. I thought you had a schtick or whatever you want to call it. Maybe that’s the wrong word. I mean like the movie Groundhog Day, but for hook-ups. You know, like, always pick up the same kind of girl. Always use the same lines. Then, always fuck them the same way.” She ticks the points off on her fingers.
I thought she’d have more, but she stops and meets my eyes at three. Her knees disappear into her blanket as she sits back on her heels, smiling. She looks so different with her hair down. Wilder. There’s a lot going on in those big, dark eyes. I like her sass. There’s no doubt about her smarts. She’s incredibly sexy without trying.
There’s no husky voice. No dragging her polished nail over her bottom lip. No sideways glances or twisting her perfectly styled hair around her finger. Prissy doesn’t laugh at all my jokes or act like everything I say is sooo interesting.
Hell, most of the time she doesn’t even agree with me. I like the push-back. I like when she gets a good one, when her lips twitch up in victory. The sexiest thing isn’t her tits or ass. It’s those fuck-me eyes. She doesn’t have a scorecard to scratch my name from. It’s not my jersey number or my position on the team that’s making her look at me, silently begging for my cock. It’s me.
“I’m not a life-sized Ken doll with a pull-cord cock.”
I plop down in the middle of the bed next to her. Prissy giggles. “Ken dolls don’t have cocks. That’s kind of their thing.”
“I don’t fuck everyone the same way.”
“Yeah? Did you want me to sit on your face? You know…” Prissy raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling. “So you can taste the day on me?”
There it is, that sassy smirk. I lean into her and kiss it off her mouth until she forgets what she was so smug about.
“Listen, there’s a good reason I use that line.”
She laughs like I just said something funny. She loves calling me on my bullshit. It just makes me want her more.
“Really?” I can tell she thinks I’m full of it.
“Yup. Really.”
“Please, enlighten me. I’m all ears.” She tilts her head. Prissy locks her gaze on me, clearly expecting to be amused by some bullshit.
“When girls straddle your face, there’s no guesswork. They’re completely in control. Less tongue. More tongue. I just lay back and let them find that sweet spot.”
“I’m sorry I asked.” Prissy blinks at me. I don’t think she expected a real answer.
“It made you cum, didn’t it?”
Prissy looks down at her blanket, sweeping her head to the side like she’s trying to hide her face.
“Actually... didn’t take you up on the offer.”
Is she one of those girls who doesn’t like oral? I’ve never understood that. Find one guy who’ll say no to a blowjob. An army of unicorns could be put together quicker.
“Sounds like you missed out.”
“I really did,” she agrees quietly.
There’s something about the way she’s avoiding my eyes. That look, it’s like she’s trying to politely refuse my prom date request. I get a sinking feeling when it dawns on me.
“Wait, did you cum at all?”
“Well…” Prissy tilts her head. She seems like she’s searching for words, the ones that can soften the blow and let me down gently, but my ego is already fucking shattered.
I shake my head, but the undeniable truth is trying to hide itself from me in her eyes. I never made her cum.
“No? See, now I’ve got something to fucking prove.”
I pull off my shirt, dropping it off the side of the bed. Prissy leans into me, running her fingers down my arms. She traces her fingertips around the edges of each tattoo, like she’s reading their stories in Braille.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair on the back of her head, I give it a little tug. Just enough to make her moan into my mouth when I kiss her. I pull her shirt off, and her pale purple bra joins Prissy’s shirt on the floor. Prissy rolls her head back and makes this little—uh—sound when I cup her tit and start licking her pink nipple. I roll my lips over her hard tip, and she does it again. My cock fucking throbs.
“I don’t care about tasting your day. I just want to taste your pussy.” Sliding my hands under her legs, I ease her back until she’s lying down.
Prissy opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but I keep talking. “No easy prizes either. Lay back and let me work for it. I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not stopping until you cum.”
“Oh.” It’s all she manages to say when I grab her waistband and pull her into me. I pop her button fly open and rip her pants down, abandoning them at her ankles. Prissy kicks them off, and I kneel at the edge of her bed between her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh. I rub my finger over the wet spot on her underwear.
“Mmm, Blaze.” She’s all breathy. The sound of desperation in her voice makes my cock pulse with my heartbeat. “Ohh, your beard is soft.” I can tell she wasn’t expecting that.
“Yeah? Wait till you feel my tongue.” I slide my hands under her ass, giving her full cheeks a squeeze when I bring her pussy to my mouth.
She gasps and rolls her head as I press my tongue down into the fabric in that same wet spot. It’s a tease of what she tastes like. I want more. I want to devour her like a starving man gobbles up an appetizer.
“Mmm.” She rolls her hips up, wiggling beneath me.
“You like that?” I murmur, my lips now pressed around her clit.
“Mmmhmm. I regret not doing the face-sitting option last time.” She rolls up on her elbows.
“Yeah? Then you’re gonna really like this.” My fingers curl around the edge, and I pull her underwear down. Too impatient to wait for her to kick them off, I don’t stop until I’ve removed them.
I wrap my arms around each of her legs and pull them open. Her hair is trimmed so short, I don’t notice it at all when I press my lips against her and tease her clit softly.
“Oh,” Prissy bucks her hips but then pulls back from me. I want her too bad. I’m trying too hard. It might be easier when a girl finds that sweet spot, but I like figuring it out with her. I must be doing something right because she lays back, and her body relaxes as I learn to read her hips. Licking her clit soft and slow at first, I suck on it a couple times, and she rolls her arm over her mouth to muffle her cry.
My finger slides in her easily. She’s fucking wet,
still, she feels too tight to take another one. That’s going to be a problem. I roll my tongue over her clit and pull it up with my lips, sucking it. Prissy whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed as she threads her fingers through my hair. Seems like a pretty good indication I should keep doing that. I slide another finger inside her, and she pulses around me in little trembles at first, but it quickens. Her hips rock, and her grip on my hair tightens as her pussy squeezes against my fingers.
“Oh my God!” she cries out.
It’s loud. It’s loud for Hector House, let alone the monastery. She rolls her head back and forth on the pillow and bites the heel of her hand, moaning.
“Oh my God.” This time is more hushed. Prissy melts on the bed like she’s surrendering her life force into the mattress. I know I’ve got the same smug look on my face as I do when I one-up her, but this is different. It feels better.
“That was… fuck.” She starts laughing and covers her face with both hands. I move up so I’m next to her on the bed, and she wipes tears from her eyes.
“Are you crying?” I stand up and look down at her face.
“No, no. I’m not.” She shakes her head. “That was just… it felt…” She drifts off.
“Good?” I hope to fill in the blank.
“No, I mean, yes.” She immediately corrects herself before the arrow has a chance to sink into my gut. “It was good. It was powerful. I want to make you feel that way.” She meets my eyes and bites her lip, reaching for the fly on my jeans and pulls it down slowly. “Oh,” she breathes with surprise, looking down at the outline pressed skintight into my underwear.
She flattens her palm against it, and I join her on the bed, kissing her neck as she explores the ridge of my cock. Prissy pulls away from me and starts moving down my body until she’s straddling my lower legs, and her face is hovering over my cock.
Prissy pulls the waistband of my jeans and my underwear down together, and her eyes open wider when my cock bursts out like the fucking Kool-Aid man. I get my clothes all off, and she kneels between my legs, dropping her head until she’s face down, ass up with her lips hovering over my cock.
“I wish we could fuck too, but I don’t have any condoms.”
She wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and slides her lips over the tip, and, “Fuck.” The word slides out of my mouth.
I watch her ass sway side to side as her lips slide further down me. Every time she swallows, it’s like a warm squeeze that just makes me think about her tight pussy and how much I want to fuck her. Prissy jerks her hand up my cock and pulls back up, teasing the tip before she starts swallowing it back down.
There’s something primal that makes my cock surge and my nostrils flare. It’s almost an obsession coursing through my veins. Like an animal instinct, I need to fuck her. I need to feel her pussy tighten around my cock. I need to feel me sunk deep inside her when I cum. I guess I’ve got the first unicorn for the army, because I’m ending a blow job.
“I’ve got condoms. I need to fuck you.”
“Condoms? Of course you have more than one.” She gives me an exaggerated eye roll. “Grab one.” She moves back, and I hop out of bed, picking up my pants from the floor. I pull out one of the golden foil packets inside the black leather and then toss my wallet on the bedside table. I roll the condom on my cock, and Prissy watches, her eyes completely glued to my ass.
“See something you like?”
“I see a whole lot of something I like.” She lifts her eyebrows and shamelessly stares.
“My hockey butt? It’s not just for show. It makes you faster, play hockey better and” - I get back on the bed next to her - “fuck all night long.”
“Oh really,” she murmurs, lying back.
“You’ll see. I’m gonna make you a believer.”
I lock an elbow into the mattress on each side of her, holding her beneath me. Prissy lifts her hips as I slide the tip of my cock against her. She’s so fucking wet for me, my cock easily slides in. I fill her until my balls feel the heat of her pussy over them. She rolls her head back and looks up at me. I curl down until my lips meet hers. Prissy squeezes around my cock, and I thrust into her nice and slow, but slow doesn’t stop the buildup.
It hits me fast and out of nowhere, like an involuntary cock sneeze. I fucking cum so fast I don’t even get to enjoy it.
“What the fuck,” I mumble to myself, but Prissy hears me.
“What? Did you… Was that…” She looks up at me like she’s searching for a truth she’s not sure she wants to hear.
It’s a truth I’m having a hard time believing myself. I’ve never cum that quick in my life. Not even jerking off. I slide out of bed, pulling the condom off my fucking faulty cock.
“Now I’ve gotta change my name and move to Mexico.” I’m not even half kidding, but Prissy laughs like it’s the funniest thing she’s heard.
“It happens to a lot of guys,” she starts, sitting up in her bed.
“No.” I shut it down. I don’t want her making excuses for me. That means she feels sorry for me. I really will head for the border before I let that happen. There’s a box of tissues on the edge of her dresser. I grab a handful and dispose of the evidence of my eternal fucking shame in a tiny garbage can near the door.
“Seriously, Blaze.” She blinks at me too fast, like she’s practicing what to say in her head before she blurts it out. She’s trying not to hurt my feelings. The girl whose entire job is to bust my nuts is trying not to hurt my feelings because I busted a nut.
“No. Seriously.” I cut her off. “That’s not how this is going down. That’s not going to be the memory of tonight.” I walk toward her bed.
“That’s not how I’m going to remember tonight.” Her eyebrows turn up, trying to reassure me.
“I mean me.”
“I doubt tonight will stick out to you.” She laughs, but the sound dries up in her throat when I reach the side of her bed.
“You’re wrong.” I lay back down beside her and roll her onto me. I grab her arms, pulling Prissy up until her soft tits are in my face. Her nipples are so hard, begging for my mouth. I hold her tits in each hand, pushing them together and circle my tongue around her nipples, back and forth.
Prissy melts into me, her legs slide down each side of my body, and she starts rocking against my stomach. I suck one nipple and roll the other gently between my finger and thumb. The rocking turns to grinding. She’s starting to glide over my abs because of the wet spot she’s spreading there. I can still taste her fucking pussy on my lips, and I want to eat her out all over again.
But first, redemption.
Like the phoenix rising, my cock returns to its full glory. Reaching over blindly, I pat my hand on the bedside table until I find another condom in my wallet. Prissy keeps rubbing against me. She’s so wet that it makes my cock even harder. I sit her up and tear the foil open with my teeth. I’ve got the thing on so fast, the spot she was grinding on my belly is still warm when I pull her back on me.
Her eyes go from wide open to narrow and hooded when she feels how bad I need her. “Wow, I didn’t expect this.” She says it like she’s purring.
I wrap my fist in her hair and hold her shoulder in my other hand. When she brings my cock to her pussy, I guide her down it. Prissy straddles me, and I lift my hips, holding her tightly, and fuck her from below.
She writhes against me, twisting in my hand, and moans. I continue to fill her with my cock slowly. Under control. Not because I’m afraid I’m gonna blow my load again… because I want to feel every inch of her.
I roll Prissy onto her back easily. I put my arm around her so she doesn’t hit the wall or something. She wiggles under me, sliding her hands up my arms. Every muscle in them tenses up as I brace myself, sliding between her legs. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I open her again with my cock.
“Ohhh,” she whimpers.
I bury every inch in her, and she arches her back, pressing her tits against me, and softly moans. Every f
ucking thrust seems to make her tighter around me. Like an overwound coil, I can feel the tension building in her body. Prissy squeezes her eyes shut, and her fingers dig into me so hard her nails hurt.
“Mmm, Blaze, ohmyGod.” She moans it all as one word and rolls her head back. Her pussy quivers around my cock.
I wrap my hands up around her shoulders and fuck her deep and fast. Prissy’s fingers stay dug in as I fill her up over and over. My orgasm overpowers me, sending a shudder through me like lightening. I thrust inside her and fill another condom with my cum.
Prissy lifts her head, kissing me. I explore her mouth while I pull out. I have to get back off the bed to get rid of the new condom. Once I get back in, she’s got the blanket and sheet pulled back, and she’s laying on the side by the wall. Lying next to her, my arm wrapped around her, my chest covered by her dark hair, it proves something can feel both comforting and weird at the same fucking time.
Of course, now is when my brain starts running again and questions about what this is all going to mean tomorrow start popping up. I’m not sure if this means Becky Ball-Buster is gonna retire or what. I’m too tired to worry about it right now. The only thing I know for sure is, I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.
12
Sex History File Cabinet
Blaze
Peering around the room with only one eye, I keep the other protected from the daylight seeping in around the blinds. This is how I’d expect Prissy’s room to look. Clean. Organized. There’s an oversized bean bag chair in the corner next to a paper Ikea lamp and a bookshelf. It’s a space I can easily imagine her using, reading a book, tea resting on the small table, hair up.
That’s the annoying, always-on-my-ass, Prissy. The one who threatens to tattle on me to Coach Wilson. The girl who always has her face in a knot, hair in a bun and panties in a twist.
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