Missing Piece: Kindred #1

by Lizzie James

  She slowly lowered her arms, letting me pull the offending item off her. Tossing it to the floor, my hands followed, massaging her breasts. They were fucking perfect. I expected them to be smaller due to how tiny she was, but they were the perfect handful.

  She gasped, tipping her head back and rocking against my stomach.

  Fuck.

  She was very responsive.

  I twisted her nipples, pinching and pulling. They were already erect before I touched them. My cock was rock hard, standing at attention against her ass. It was uncomfortable being trapped in my boxers, but I ignored it, wanting to make her first time special.

  I slid my one hand down her stomach, needing to feel her. I knew she was soaking wet but all I could think about was feeling her with my fingers. I pressed my thumb against her clit over her panties, rubbing in a circular motion.

  She moaned, long and hard at my touch, her nails digging into my chest.

  “Do you like that?” I asked, whispering.

  She nodded, grinding herself harder against me.

  I rolled us over, lying in between her legs. I dipped my head, my mouth eager to taste her skin. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, kissing and licking her tender flesh.

  She moaned, her neck arching. She bent her legs up further, allowing me to fit more comfortably between them. I rested my chin on her chest bone, needing to see her reaction. I trailed my hand down over her belly, dipping my finger in her belly button making her giggle. My girl was ticklish.

  As I slid my finger beneath her panties, she sucked in a breath. I continued, sliding my fingers down further. There was a tiny patch of curls before my fingers met her warmth. I groaned at the feel of her. She was soaking wet. Sliding my finger down further, I smirked when I heard the noise of my fingers moving in between her folds. Rubbing her back and forth was getting my dick excited.

  Down boy.

  She moaned, her legs parting further.

  “Okay?” I asked. It was a stupid question to ask because she obviously was, but I had to move slowly with Tillie. She may not have known it, but she was it for me. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

  She nodded, running her hand through my hair. Her hips rotated, wanting more.

  I slid my middle finger inside, groaning at the heat that instantly wrapped around my finger. I pulled it in and out a few times before adding a second digit. Dropping my forehead to her chest, I realized I was in both heaven and hell: hell, because all I could imagine was feeling that around my cock; heaven because she felt fucking amazing.

  As I pumped my fingers in and out, she began rotating her pelvis.

  Fuck, she was beautiful.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. I didn’t even give her chance to reply. The filter between my mouth and brain had disappeared having her beneath me. “Feel how tight you are. You’re so fucking wet.”

  She moaned, tossing her head back into the pillow, holding my head to her chest.

  I sucked the flesh of her breast, my teeth sinking in. It wasn’t my plan to mark her or anything, but the little minx had me so turned on, I was ready to explode. I slid my fingers in further, feeling her start to tighten even more.

  I turned my wrist, pumping my fingers in further. I curled them upwards, trying to find that spot to make her see stars. She gasped before letting out a long moan, her muscles clamping down on my fingers. I gently moved them inside her, trying to prolong her pleasure.

  Pulling them out, I lay down next to her, unable to stop staring at her.

  Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure and she was panting. Her hair was all over the place. ‘Just fucked’ described her perfectly in that moment. She turned on her side to face me.

  My eyes shot down to her chest. The action of her turning over didn’t help my cock. It mashed her tits together making my cock protest. He wanted inside her.

  I leaned over, pressing my lips to her quickly before excusing myself to the bathroom.

  Shutting the door, I groaned, pulling my boxers down a little for my cock to escape. It finally felt like I could breathe again. It looked angry with its purple head. I grasped my cock, pumping slowly. Closing my eyes, I had the same image on repeat going round and round in my head. Tillie beneath me. Tillie riding me. Tillie against the shower wall. Tillie on her knees sucking my cock.

  Tillie. Tillie. Tillie.

  I was pumping my cock fast and hard, imagining her on top of me, riding me.

  Fuck, it wasn’t going to last. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and holding it over the head of my cock, I moved my head back, leaning against the wall. I groaned, coming against the paper when one last image flashed through my mind. Tillie in my jersey. In only my jersey.

  Fuck.

  Looking up, I saw my reflection staring back at me. My cheeks were red, and my chest was heaving. I looked like I had been running a marathon.

  I tossed the paper in the toilet before taking a quick piss. Washing my hands, I wiped my hands in the towel before wiping my chest. The sweat was pouring out of me.

  Walking back to Tillie, I shut the door, smiling at the sight in front of me. She was still in the same position but this time she was tucked beneath the blankets. Getting back into bed, she turned to me, laying her head on my chest.

  “You okay?” I asked before wrapping my arm around her.

  She slid her leg over mine, making me tense. Fuck. She’d been wearing panties when I left her. I felt her warmth against my skin.

  “Yeah.” She looked up at me, the moon from outside shining down through the gap in the curtains. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” I was confused and trying hard to ignore her heat that was doing its best to wake my cock up.

  “For being you.” She smiled up at me, making me smile back. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

  “You don’t regret it then?” I cocked an eyebrow at her, teasing her.

  She shook her head enthusiastically, making me laugh. Cuddling her head back into my chest, I relaxed my shoulders, trying to think of unattractive things to keep my cock down.

  “Are you going to make love to me?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

  I was shocked she’d asked. I never thought she would. I couldn’t deny that I was thinking of nothing else, but I hadn’t wanted to push her. If she’d been happy with what happened tonight, then that’s where I would have left it, but no way did I want my girl unsatisfied.

  “Is that what you want?” I asked, looking down at her.

  She nodded her head, peeking her Bambi eyes up at me.

  I must have stared at her for a beat too long before taking her hand in mine and pulling her closer. I didn’t stop until she was positioned over me, throwing the blanket back.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs along her hip bones.

  “I am.” She leaned down, pressing her lips to mine.

  I grabbed her hips, pulling her up my body a little so that I could get rid of my boxers. Kicking them off, I kept a tight grip on her, not wanting to knock her off the bed.

  She giggled at the movement but cut off to a moan when my mouth sucked her nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her tits. I had always been an ass man in the past, but her tits were now the focus of my attention. Grabbing her other breast, I twisted her nipple, pulling and pinching. Switching breasts, I groaned at her taste. She even tasted like vanilla.

  She moaned, threading her fingers into the back of my hair, holding my head into her chest. She loved me worshipping her delectable tits.

  I took hold of her hips, pulling her down the bed a little. I groaned, feeling her hand against my cock.

  “I think you on top would be better the first time.” I looked up at her, noticing how uncertain she looked.

  “But I…” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “I know, baby. But this way, you’ll be in control.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh in a soothing gesture. “We can stop at any tim
e.”

  She nodded, placing her hands on my shoulders.

  “Are you…” I looked down at her tits briefly. “Do you want me to…?”

  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “I mean, I’m okay… if you are…”

  I frowned, confused. Did she know we would be doing this?

  “My dad…” She rolled her eyes at herself. “It was part of our deal. The only way he’d agree for me to go to college so far away from him. He didn’t want me going home knocked up.” She chuckled, trying to make light of it.

  Fuck, was she serious? Was she truly offering herself to me? Just me and her with no barriers?

  “I’m clean,” I whispered. “If you want to.”

  She nodded her head before lowering herself down.

  I tried to refrain from pushing up against her. This had to be her show.

  I grasped my dick, holding it steady and positioning it at her entrance. She pushed down slowly, letting my cock slide in.

  Fuck. She felt amazing. Her tightness wrapped around me, making my eyes roll back. I groaned, loving the feel of her. I looked up, checking that she was okay.

  She slid down further, letting her heat envelop me. We both froze when I’d gone as far as I could before meeting her barrier. This part was going to hurt. She gave me a small nod, urging me to help.

  I tilted my pelvis, gently sliding my cock further inside her. She tensed, her teeth digging into her lip. I reached up, grasping her breasts and massaging them. If this could take her mind off some of the pain, I’d gladly do it.

  After a few minutes, she supported her hips, urging herself further down. She moaned, her back arching, her chest pushing out. She rocked up and down slowly, becoming accustomed to the feeling.

  A few thrusts later, she was moving with firmer strokes, grinding herself against me. I groaned, loving the sight of her above me. I lifted my hips up, needing to go deeper. We got so lost in staring at each other that we must have moved at the same time, sending my cock even deeper inside of her.

  I groaned, my back arching at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I sat up, my lips seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts. Taking hold of her hips, I helped lift her up and down on me, sending firmer strokes deep inside of her. She moaned, long and loud, threading her fingers into the back of my hair before bending my head back and slamming her lips down on mine.

  The only sounds in the room were our lips meeting, breaths panting and the sound of us moving together. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten but I had to hold out.

  I lifted my hips, doing shorter and firmer strokes. I could feel her inner muscles begin to quiver. I massaged her breasts, pulling on her nipples before sliding my hand down and paying special attention to her clit. As I gave it a gentle flick, she half-moaned, half-shrieked as she came around me, making me come inside her.

  I collapsed back on the bed with Tillie lying on my chest. We were both panting as though we had run a marathon.

  “That was...” She let out a heavy breath, not bothering to finish her sentence.

  “Good, right?” I chuckled, smoothing the hair away from her forehead before pressing a tender kiss there.

  “Fucking fantastic!” she enthused.

  I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

  Looks like my girl had a potty mouth when she was high on orgasms.

  13

  Tillie

  Rolling over in bed, I groaned, my tense muscles aching. A shower was needed. Opening my eyes, I expected to be greeted with a very fit sight of Johnny next to me. Instead, I was met with a very cold side of the bed. My bedroom door was wide open, and his clothes were gone. I tried swallowing past the lump in my throat at the disappointment I felt.

  I guess he got what he’d wanted.

  Like a stupid slut, I gave it freely.

  I pulled my jersey on, sniffing the collar like a pathetic girl. I loved that his scent clung to it. Walking out of the room, I cringed at the soreness between my legs. Damn, no wonder half the campus had slept with him. He really knew what to do in the bedroom department.

  Walking downstairs, I reasoned to just get on with it. So, I made a stupid mistake. Ignoring him shouldn’t be that hard—even if he did live across the street—as he’d probably move on to the next girl on his list.

  Walking into the kitchen, I shrieked at the sight in front of me. The worktop was filled with a selection of pancakes, blueberries, bacon, juice and coffee. There were also three fit guys hanging around in there.

  “Well, hello, sleepy head,” Logan said, waggling his eyebrows up and down. His eyes trailed down to my legs before going back up. “Have fun?”

  I stared at him with shock, my mouth gaping open. What the hell? Was it that obvious?

  Sammy walked closer to him and punched him in the arm. Hard.

  “Leave her alone, dude.” He turned to me, smiling. “Hi, Tillie.”

  He offered a small glass of orange juice to me. I took it, mouthing a small thank you to him.

  “There she is.” Johnny turned from the cooker, grinning at me before walking toward me. “Morning.” He bent down, giving me a sweet kiss.

  “Morning.” I gave him a small smile before looking back at our guests. I cleared my throat, trying to pull my jersey down a little. It was awkward because Sammy was staring at my legs and Logan was just smirking at me.

  “Alright, boys.” Johnny turned around, positioning his body in front of me. “Time’s up. You can go home now.” He pointed at the back door.

  I giggled behind him. He sounded like their father instead of their room-mate. The next thing I heard was the boys moving before a chorus of goodbyes sounded.

  “So.” Johnny took my hand and led me over to the worktop. “I didn’t know what you’d like so I made everything.” He looked so nervous. It was kind of cute seeing the popular line-backer nervous in front of me. He lifted me up, setting me on a chair. He grabbed my legs, gently lifting them up before stepping in between them. “You look so fucking sexy in that top.” His lips trailed down to my neck, kissing and licking my skin. I moaned, loving the feel of his lips on my neck. He seemed to know exactly which parts of me to pay attention to.

  Just then, the coffee machine beeped, causing him to sigh into my neck. My hands tensed on his sides, the action going straight to where I wanted him—where he obviously wanted to be as well considering how tight his jeans looked.

  He pulled away from me, pouring himself a coffee. He dished some pancakes up for the both of us before adding some crispy rashers of bacon to mine.

  I dug in, moaning at the taste. “This is delicious!” I enthused.

  “So…” He cleared his throat before wiping his lips with a napkin. He reached over and took my hand in his. “Did you think I had left this morning?”

  I must have taken too long to answer when he continued.

  “You looked a little shocked to see me in your kitchen.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, waiting.

  I sighed. Honesty was the best policy, right? I nodded slowly, looking into his green eyes.

  “I thought so.” He turned his body, looking at me sideways. “I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” Another cocked eyebrow. “Last night was…” He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. “I know how important last night was. Being with you—being your first—I know how important that was. I’m with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

  My eyes filled with unshed tears at his words. Johnny looked like a hard-core football player, but he was a real sweetheart. I was counting myself lucky to have found him. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his.

  Hours later, I was cleaning the lounge area and polishing all the surfaces. Johnny had gone home to get some studying done and in his place, Bex was lounging on the sofa.

  “So,” I said, sitting in Joy’s armchair. “What happened with Sammy last night?”

  She looked over at me confused. “Sammy?”

  “Yeah.” I rolled my eyes at how disinterested she looked. “You know
, the guy whose ass pockets you had your hands in last night?” If she was confused, then so was I. “At first, I thought you and Logan were going to hook up but then last night you were feeling Sammy up.”

  “You do remember I’m a lesbian, right?” She laughed at my expression. “I think those two are missing certain parts to hold my interest.”

  “I know,” I quickly defended myself. To be honest, I hadn’t seen her with another girl. No hand holding or anything. “Are you sure you’re a lesbian?” I asked doubtfully.

  She cocked her head at me, the words written all over her face.

  “I just think you’d make a cute couple. Logan is really nice!” Since when did I become a match-maker?

  “Logan,” she emphasized, smirking at me, “is a man whore. He makes Mr. Grey look like a fucking saint!”

  I laughed at her description. She hit it right on the head. I think I’d seen Logan with six different women since I’d been here.

  “Besides…” She focused back on the book in her lap, looking nervous. “The girl I’m interested in isn’t available. She’s not into me like that.”

  I got up out of my seat, hating the anxiety written all over Bex’s face. She was always such a cheery person and seeing her looking so defeated and withdrawn wasn’t right. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her sideways toward me until she was resting her head on my shoulder.

  “Well, it’s her loss! She doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.” Which was right. How could anyone not see how amazing Bex was? She was funny, smart, kind, fierce, loyal and if I was a lesbian, I’d be into Bex.

  “Thanks.” She chuckled, pulling away from me. “Anyway…” A smirk crept over her face making me cringe before the words even left her mouth. “What did you get up to last night?”

  “Up to?” I retorted, painting an innocent mask over my face. “I don’t know what you mean.”