In Too Deep

by Fox, Harley

  Trista doesn’t say anything, but I see her smile, and it makes me smile in return. I turn and take a step toward her, shortening the distance between us. I’m right in front of her and I’m looking down into her eyes and she looks so beautiful—so goddamned beautiful—and before I know it I’m kissing her, I’m kissing her lips and she’s kissing me back.

  She wraps her arms around me and holds me close. I can feel the heat of her body against mine and it feels so good. Through her open jacket she presses herself into me, her breasts pushing into my chest, her heartbeat syncing up with mine. My hands are sliding underneath the jacket, feeling her beautiful body through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Trista moans against my mouth and I feel myself already getting hard inside my pants, all in anticipation for her.

  I move both my hands down and grab onto her ass over her jeans. Picking her up with ease, Trista squeals through her nose, but her lips never leave mine. Her legs wrap themselves around my body, the heat of her crotch radiating against my stomach.

  I move slowly, being careful on this concrete rooftop as I lower both of us down. Trista’s butt and back uncurl until she’s lying down, with me on top of her. She keeps her ankles locked around me. She keeps me close as we continue to kiss. Now her hands are free to roam underneath my jacket, sliding up beneath my T-shirt, making my heartbeat quicken as she touches my bare skin.

  I balance myself on my one elbow as my other hand takes this opportunity to explore her. I, too, slip myself underneath her T-shirt. Her soft skin feels exquisite against my callused hands, and I can feel her breathing, can feel her writhing there underneath me. I follow along the curve of the side of her body and Trista arches her back, inviting me without words. I take the invitation and quickly unclasp the back of her bra. That new avenue now open to me, I quickly slide my hand back up as she relaxes. I slip my fingers underneath the loose cup of her bra and hear the sharp inhalation of breath through her nose as I grab onto her.

  Her nipple is already hard as I begin to play with it. Trista writhes underneath me even more now, pushing her lower half up into me. The cock in my pants is throbbing, begging to be let out to play, but I tell it to be patient. Instead I grind myself into her, through all of our clothes. It’s as though we’re in middle school, but that somehow makes it all the more friendly, all the more comfortable.

  Inside her shirt my fingers grab onto either side of her hard little nipple and Trista moans as I give it a light pinch. I play with it—pulling, squeezing—feeling her arousal being stretched this way and that. She bites softly onto my lower lip and I smile as I push my hips harder down into her, feeling her push harder up against me. I want her so badly, but this denial is exquisite unto itself.

  Trista, however, feels differently.

  I feel her hands slide down my stomach to the top of my pants, and the familiar jingle of my belt being undone causes my heart to skip in my chest. She undoes my pants while continuing to kiss me, pulling my zipper down, and finally slipping a hand inside my pants only to find my rock-hard cock, very eager to receive the attention.

  When she wraps her hand around my member, it’s all I can do to hold myself back. She begins stroking me and it feels amazing; it feels incredible. I press my lips down harder against hers, a moan leaving my own vocal tract as Trista’s fingers play with my shaft, with my head, sliding my precum down over me and sending tantalizing thrills down into my legs.

  I feel my hips begin to grind, moving my cock in her hands. I can’t help myself. It’s as though my primal urges have taken over. Trista keeps moving her hands over me, helping me out, reaching down farther and finding my balls, holding them, cradling them, stroking them with her fingers and making me feel so good inside.

  I want more. The hand that’s inside her shirt slips out and moves quickly down her bare stomach to the top of her jeans where I swiftly undo them, one-handed. Trista’s hips are moving as well, forcing me to follow them like a snake to a charmer as I get her denim clothing open. Once undone, I pull my legs up underneath me, slip my arms around her back, and pull her up, bringing the two of us into a sitting position together.

  Trista slides down off of my knees until her bum hits the concrete roof. Our eyes open and she smiles up at me, a playful smile. I can’t help but smile back. I feel like a teenager again with her. I lean forward and kiss her again, our eyes closing together. My hands quickly disrobe her of her leather jacket, her T-shirt coming off in one swift movement, her bra following soon after.

  Once the third article lands beside her I pull back from our kiss, opening my eyes, looking at her. Trista’s eyes are on mine, I can see, but my eyes are on her body. On her incredible body. She’s muscular and curvy all at the same time. Every inch of her looks delicious, and I would happily spend the entire night exploring her, touching and kissing her all over, until I had a detailed map of her sketched out in my brain.

  But I can’t wait that long. I quickly take off my own jacket, hearing it fall in a flump down behind me. Reaching down, I strip off my T-shirt, revealing my muscular chest and stomach, my tattoos for her to see. I watch Trista’s eyes drop down to my abdomen, and then widen as she takes me in. I smile, feeling sexy. I lean forward and plant my lips onto hers again, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close and sliding her back up onto my knees as she wraps her arms around me too.

  Our bare torsos press together as we cling to one another, our mouths working in a fury together. She feels warm against my skin. Her breasts are soft, two pillows that push out harder with every breath she takes. I feel so close to her right now—closer than before, closer than I ever have.

  Trista takes one hand and reaches down, in between us. She grabs onto my cock again and I let out a cry of surprise and delight. I feel her smile against my lips as she strokes it, moving fast between us. Then, I feel her readjust her legs behind me and before I know it her other hand is on my chest, pushing me back, her lips pulling away from mine as I open my eyes and watch her stand up, leaving me on my knees before her.

  I swallow, turned on beyond belief, as Trista kicks off her shoes and shimmies herself out of her jeans and panties. I watch as sweet nectar clings from her pussy to the fabric that covered it, and I instinctively lick my lips, wanting that, wanting her. Once she’s entirely naked Trista steps forward, bringing her warm and fragrant pussy toward me. I can’t help but smile as she threads her fingers through the hair on the back of my head and pulls me close, my mouth already opening as I latch onto that sweet flower down between her legs.

  My tongue slides up slowly between her folds and I hear Trista moan, her grip in my hair tightening, as I taste her sweet juices coating my mouth. I grab onto her legs, holding her, keeping her close as I lick, lick, drinking in as much of her as quickly as I can. She dribbles down my throat and my lips wrap around her hard little clit, making her gasp. When I give it just the gentlest of suction she moans again, and now she pushes herself down into me, grinding her pussy and clit harder into my mouth.

  I take the hint and push back up into her, sucking a bit harder, and a bit harder after that. I can feel her getting wetter against my chin, her juices covering me, forcing me to breathe through my nose. But still I suck on her, pulling her in, using my tongue to slide over and flick against her. I’m making her tremble, making her pull at my hair almost painfully, but I don’t mind.

  I work in a rhythm now, alternately sucking and releasing, bringing her deeper in between my lips in a pulse. Every now and again I drop down and slide my tongue along the length of her, catching her juices before they fall, drinking every last bit of her that I can.

  When I focus my attentions back to her clit and latch on harder, that’s when Trista’s leg muscles tighten. She trembles as I suck at her, and I hear her over the top of me, moaning again, crying out in passion into the night. My hands on her legs tighten their hold as my tongue begins lashing at that hard nub inside of my mouth. I hear Trista cry out louder and yet still I keep going. She pushes into me; she pulls m
e up harder into her, almost bruising my lips, but still I keep going.

  And then finally I feel her start to shake, as though electricity is running through her, and she cries out as she comes hard against my face.

  I keep myself going, for as long as she wants. She grinds herself into me, hard, and I feel the flood of her juices coating my chin, my chest. The cock down between my legs could come at any minute from how turned on I am, but I hold myself back. I don’t want this to end just yet.

  When Trista starts to come down, her shaking and moans subsiding, I begin to pull her down to my lap, kissing up her stomach as I go. I reach her breasts and her neck, finally finding her mouth with mine. She lands on my legs, and with one hand I hold onto her, keeping her close to me, while my other hand fishes into the pocket of my leather jacket for a condom.

  Having found the foil packet, I break away from our kiss to see how I’m going to open it. But Trista takes the condom from my fingers and I watch as she opens it up, unrolling it down the length of me. When it’s on we look up into each other’s eyes and Trista lifts her body, positioning herself over me. With a slow, tantalizing grace she lowers herself down, taking me in. I watch as her body envelops me, my length, the entirety of me, disappearing inside of her. My toes curl in my boots, and I hear her hitching breath as she goes down deeper and deeper, until finally she’s as far down as she can go.

  I’m holding onto her with both arms now, and Trista’s legs re-position themselves, wrapping around me so that she’s sitting with her feet behind my back. She leans down and plants her lips onto mine. Holding onto me, I feel her begin to move.

  This feels so close. I feel so connected with this woman, more so than I have before. Trista moves with an elegant grace, grinding herself against me, drawing sweet pleasure up through my loins and into her own body where the two of us are connected. Our mouths work wildly together, and Trista breathes deeply in through her nose, whimpers and moans coming out on her breath.

  I move my kisses down, down her cheek and chin and neck until I reach her breasts. Those two incredible things. I waste no time wrapping my lips around one, my cock tensing with passion as I hear Trista’s moan of desire. Her nipple is hard as I suck it into my mouth, playing with it, swirling my tongue around and biting down softly on it with my teeth. I can feel her nails clawing into my back and it only drives me wilder. She moves faster in my lap, her pussy grinding into me. I feel that warmth and wetness of her and it reaches right into my bones.

  My hands slide up her back until I find her shoulders, the nape of her neck. I thread the fingers of one hand through her hair as my other hand slides down, grabbing onto that firm roundness of her ass. I squeeze the muscles there, feeling her move so intimately onto me. My hand follows, pulling her deeper down, letting me hear that sharp inhale of breath and subsequent moan as I fill her up even more.

  Trista grabs onto my head and pulls me from her chest, planting her lips down hard onto mine again. I feel her rock faster on my body, and I cry out through my nose as a wave of pleasure floods through me. Her bare breasts are at my chest and her stomach is flattened against mine. She whimpers through her nose as she tightens around me, moving faster, her body taking me in as much as she possibly can.

  I can feel her getting close, and that only pushes me closer as well. Pleasure builds up inside of me, hearing Trista’s sounds, feeling her, smelling her. Everything swirls around me, all of these sensations and emotions. It all fills my head with lust, with desire … with love.

  She moves faster. Her breaths come in sharper, harsher. I can feel myself building up and up, almost nearing that point of no return. And then, her nails dig hard into the skin of my back and I hear her unleash a muffled cry and it’s too much, and at the same time the two of us fly over that edge together, coming together, exploding together over and inside and all around one another.

  We hold tight, rocking still, rocking hard as our bodies align and we bask in the beauty of our love. Trista’s hands scrabble at my back. I clench my fingers, holding tightly onto her, feeling her wave and convulse over me. My own body squeezes and pulses out and into her, all of my energies flowing up out of me and into the place that connects us.

  And when it’s over, when we’ve finally come back down to earth and our bodies have slowed, our kisses also slow down until they come to a stop. Then it’s only our lips lingering, our breaths coming in and out of our mouths, our foreheads tilting and touching to one another’s.

  And when I open my eyes and I look up at Trista, I see her looking down at me and she smiles. And I smile back, because I know I’ve finally found her. I’ve found the woman I’ve been looking for.

  I’ve finally found the one.

  Trista

  His hands run over my body where they’ve already explored me a thousand times tonight, but even so, every time he touches me it feels like the first time.

  He slides up further into me and I gasp, feeling all of him—his length, his hardness, his heat, his pulse—and Flynn’s lips latch onto mine again as he begins fucking me hard.

  It’s all I can do not to scream out in ecstasy. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close, my pussy tightening as my body contracts and quivers. I’m pushed up and up, and then I scream into his lips as I come again, come for the umpteenth time, clenching hard around his cock as I tremble and shake underneath him.

  Flynn keeps moving, his hands soaring all over me. He pounds himself into me, and then I hear his own deep groans and I pull him even tighter to me as I feel him release himself into me, the only thing between us being that thin sheath of latex. His energies flow into me and I’m renewed, moving with him, using my mouth and my hands and my body and my soul to draw his pleasure along as far as it can go.

  Finally we both relax, Flynn almost collapsing down on top of me, his hot and hard body breathing deeply, keeping me warm, keeping me safe. We kiss a little bit longer and then he slides out of me, holding onto the base of the condom. Lifting himself up onto his knees, I watch from below as he carefully pulls the condom off, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket to join the six others that are already there.

  Jesus, I think to myself. We should buy up some stock in Trojan. We alone are going to send their sales through the roof.

  It’s been four days since that magical night up on the roof of Flynn’s apartment, up over where we are right now. That night was like a final test of our connection together, and it broke some sort of barrier in us. Before it was like there was something between us, something holding us back from really experiencing our true potential together.

  But now? Now we feel completely free with one another. And our sex has been closer, deeper. And much, much more frequent. I think I’ve come more in the past four days than I have in my entire life. Even just looking at Flynn gets me going. And seeing him in front of me right now, his cock still standing hard, shiny from his juices …

  I lift myself up, and Flynn must see something in my eyes because a smile comes onto his lips.

  “Hey there,” he says, that voice of his sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Hey yourself,” I say, and just as I’m level with him I put a hand on his chest, pushing him back, watching him fall with a flump onto the surface of the bed. His cock bounces up like a flagpole and I look down at it, licking my lips, and then descending onto it like a predator onto prey.

  Flynn’s moans fill my ears as I wrap my mouth around his beautiful member. I can taste him, mingled in with the subtle hint of latex, and it all tastes so good. I want him. I want to give him pleasure, I want to feel him deep in my mouth.

  I begin to bob up and down, licking him, swallowing as much as I can and not letting any of his flavors go to waste. Flynn moans, writhing on the bed. His hand finds my head and I feel his fingers thread their way into my hair. My own hand joins in the mix and I stroke him at the same time that I work him with my mouth. His swollen head, his thick and pulsing shaft. It all feels so good.

  Movi
ng up and down, I suck on him, licking, drawing my tongue up and down the length of him. Keeping him going with my hand, I move my mouth down and take his balls in, first one, then the other. He inhales sharply, moaning again, and I smile. I move my head back up and take him into my mouth, moving my hand faster, pleasing him in just the way I know he likes to be pleased.

  I can feel his muscles tense. His fingers tighten in my hair. His moans become louder and yet still I keep sucking, keep licking, keep stroking him in just the right places. His hips start to buck and grind underneath me, almost fucking my mouth, and down below my own pussy trembles with desire. I keep sucking him, keep drawing him up farther, until finally I hear that hard sucking in of air and Flynn cries out as he explodes inside of my mouth.

  I moan, unable to stop myself, as I keep him going, sucking him out, taking everything that he gives to me. His muscles shake as he pumps himself out in between my lips, emptying himself, giving me everything he has to give.

  Finally he finishes and I swallow it all, that delicious seed warm as it slides down into my belly. I take my mouth from him and look up, see his tattooed chest rise and fall. His fingers in my hair relax as I snake myself over the top of him, moving over to the side, reaching his head and kissing him on the lips. I feel his tongue penetrate into my mouth where he tastes himself, tastes the mingling of ourselves. The arm I’m on wraps around me, holding me close.

  Ah, this is perfect. This is exactly what I want. I trail my fingers lazily along Flynn’s hard chest, circling around his muscles, tracing the tattoos that adorn his skin. Glancing past him, I check the clock radio beside his bed.

  Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

  I jump up from bed, panic streaking through me. Flynn bolts up too, a look of surprise on his face.

  “Trista? What is it?”

  “I have to go,” I say, trying to find my clothes and quickly pulling them on.

  “What? Why?” he says. “Where do you have to go?”