by S. Ferguson
“I totally think this movie was a big inspiration for the Matrix. The whole fighting style and outfits. Total rip off.” I catch another strand of her hair and begin twirling it again.
She sighs and takes her beanie off, moving her hair further away from me. She runs her fingers through all of her hair, straightening it from having had the beanie on it.
The movement causes her scent to drift over. She smells like vanilla. I inhale deeply, and try to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.
“Do you wanna watch the movie, or do you want to keep talking?” she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Movie’s good,” I say, grabbing her shoulder and bringing her back to rest against the back of the loveseat. I may also start twirling her hair again.
About halfway through the movie, I realize that I can’t ignore how close to me she is. Her vanilla sent seems to be taking over my apartment, but in the best way. She seems to be engrossed in the movie, but I honestly couldn’t tell you anything that is happening. Deciding I can’t take it anymore, I reach over and grab her legs, stretching them out, so they are lying across my lap.
“What are you doing?” she asks, but I can tell it’s half-hearted.
“Just making sure you’re comfortable. This couch isn’t big, but you’re small enough to make it work. One of us should at least be comfortable.” I keep my hand on her leg. She’s so small that my hand almost covers her entire thigh.
“This isn’t a couch and this isn’t a date,” she says, but she turns her attention back to the television, leaving her legs where they are.
I consider this a win, and start absentmindedly running my hand up and down her thigh, getting closer and closer to the V between them. I can tell she’s not immune because she begins to shift, rubbing her legs together slightly. She’s not the only one getting worked up. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. There is no way she can’t feel it under her legs.
“Declan.” My name is a whisper leaving her mouth.
I turn to look at her, and the heat in her eyes takes my breath away. She wants this as much as I do. She opens her mouth to say something, but I beat her to it.
“Shhhh. Don’t think so hard. Just go with it,” I say, and my voice is rough. I have no hope she hasn’t noticed how turned on I sound.
She stays quiet, but leans her head back against the arm of the loveseat, and closes her eyes. I take this as my chance, and use my hands to spread her thighs slightly. I watch her face closely, but she doesn’t open her eyes. I gently cup her sex over her jeans. Her breath hitches, and her eyes open, staring straight into mine.
“Dec…” her voice trails off. Hearing my name leave her lips, and how turned on she is, makes me lose my goddamn mind. Before she can change her mind, I gently lift her up, she’s so light, and I place her in my lap. There’s no way in hell she can’t feel how excited I am now.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Her eyes don’t meet mine.
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop, B girl,” I whisper, cupping the side of her face in my hand. I turn her so she’s facing me.
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispers back. She bites her bottom lip, and I use my thumb to pull it out. Very slowly, watching her eyes for any sign of protest, I lean forward and run my tongue across the abused lip.
I hear her swift intake of breath, and it’s like a starting gun at the races. My hand moves from the side of her face to the back of her head, and grabbing a fistful of her hair, I tilt her head sideways and press my mouth to hers.
Her hands fly up and she grabs my shoulders.
I take a moment to make sure she’s grabbing and not pushing. Satisfied she isn’t fighting this, I sweep my tongue in to taste her. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Her tongue tangles with mine, and I groan from the sensation. I feel like I’ve sprung some sort of leak in my pants. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.
Bree moans into my mouth, and twists her body around, placing a thigh on either side of my legs, and straddling me. My free hand immediately flies to her ass. It feels even better than I could have ever imagined. I pull her toward me, pressing her warm heat right where I want her.
She gasps into my mouth, and begins to gently grind against me. We make out like this for what feels like hours, but is probably only a few minutes.
I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, and realize I’m about to come from dry humping. I don’t think that’s happened since I was a teenager.
“B Girl… Babe, we gotta slow down,” I say, hating myself the minute the words leave my mouth.
She immediately pulls her mouth off mine and tries to climb off me. I grab her hips, holding her place. “I didn’t say stop. I said slow down. We keep this up, and I’m gonna have a mess in my pants.” I’m not too proud to admit how much she turns me on.
“Oh, yeah, right,” Bree snorts and rolls her eyes.
“Exactly, right,” I say, looking in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? Touching you, tasting you… it’s more than a guy can take,” I tell her honestly. I know she needs to hear this.
“Um, if you say so,” she says, still not meeting my eyes.
“I need to know how far you want to go. Can I eat your pretty pussy?” I ask, throwing in a cheesy grin.
“You’ve never seen it. How do you know it’s pretty?” Good. Smartass Bree is back.
“A girl like you wouldn’t be anything but gorgeous on every inch of her body. Please let me taste you?” I probably sound like I’m begging, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Bree deserves to hear it, to know that she’s worth begging for.
“I don’t do blow jobs,” she states like that settles it.
“Did I ask you to blow me?” I ask her, lifting her chin so she’s looking at me.
“I don’t understand.” That bottom lip is between her teeth again.
“I want to taste you. I want to eat that pretty little pussy, and make you come in my mouth. That’s what I’m asking you. Can I do that please? I wanna hear you scream in pleasure. I want to know that I gave that to you,” I tell her, my eyes never leaving hers. She gives me a slight nod of her head. I’ll take it. I stand with her still wrapped around me, her eyes growing large.
“I love how tiny you are. I can just pick you up and move. I don’t have to lose your warmth.” I grin at her and turn, before sitting her back down on the loveseat in front of me.
I drop to me knees in front of her. I feel like a starving man staring at a feast laid out just for him.
“Look at me,” I command, slowly raising my hands to the button of her jeans. She blushes, but meets my gaze. I make quick work of unzipping them, and ask her to lift her hips, so I can pull them down. I give them a hard tug and she squeals. The jeans don’t move, not even a centimeter.
“Um?” I scratch my head.
“Sorry, they’re kind of tight. Hang on.” She turns, so she’s lying down, and starts doing some sort of impression of a person having an exorcism while she yanks them down. They’re so tight her feet can barely even slip out.
“I’m not saying I don’t love the way you look in tight jeans, because I do, but seriously that can’t be healthy,” I say, tossing them over my shoulder. She's wearing black boy shorts.
Soulmate. Boy shorts are my kryptonite. There’s something so sexy and playful about them. I’ll take them over a thong any day.
“Are we gonna talk about my health, or are you gonna get back to the task at hand?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow.
Seeing she’s returned to the sitting position, I decide to let my actions speak for themselves and bury my face in her boy shorts. I can smell her through them, all woman, clean with a little musk. Bree. She smells like Bree. And she smells like mine.
I kiss her through the thin material, just like I did with her mouth a few minutes earlier. She puts her legs on my shoulders and moans. I slide a finger in the side of her panties and my finger finds its way b
etween her folds. She’s so fucking wet. My dick gives a sympathetic spurt of pre-cum, and I moan long and low.
Regretfully pulling my finger from her, I grab the waistband of the boy shorts and pull them down her legs. I pull her towards me, so she’s perched on the edge of the cushion, before spreading her thighs and looking at her for the first time. She’s bare, all pretty and pink and glistening for me. I think my eyes roll back in my head.
I go back to kissing her with gusto, my tongue tracing her lips to the top and finding her clit. I give her a few licks there, and she grabs my hair. I smile against her and open my eyes. Her face is clenched in concentration, and she looks fucking adorable. I pull my mouth back, ignoring her small grunt of protest.
“So, how do you like it? You all clit, want some fingers? How do we feel about ass play?” I ask, mainly just wanting to see her reaction.
“Are you fucking serious?” she asks, opening up her eyes. She looks pissed.
Before I can answer, she reaches up and grabs the back of my head, nearly slamming my face into her core. I laugh against her, and start licking everywhere I can. I devour her. She’s getting wetter and wetter. The muscles in her thighs are tensing, and her legs are shaking. I can see the tendons straining. I can hear her moaning and panting, but it takes me a minute to realize she’s saying something.
“Please, please please,” she’s chanting over and over again.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I thrust two fingers into her quickly, reaching until I find that spongy spot, and make a come hither motion with my fingers. Her back arches off the couch and she screams. As in, for real screams. I would have tried to cover her mouth with my free hand, but I was too busy drowning.
It would seem that Bree is what the porn industry lovingly calls a squirter. I pull my mouth away, but continue moving my fingers in and out of her, working her through it.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone come so hard. I want to pound my fists on my chest like the Neanderthal that I am.
She finally relaxes back against the pillows and opens her eyes. She looks sleepy and satisfied. She catches her breath, and then a look of horror crosses her face.
“Oh my God, did I pee on you? I… that’s never happened to me before…” She looks bright red, and starts frantically searching for her underwear.
I push her back and kiss her thoroughly, knowing she can taste herself on my lips, and being even more turned on by it.
My cock gives a twitch, reminding me that he still needs attention, but I tell him to knock it off. This was for Bree. We’re not going to have sex today. I want to make her mine more than anything, and today started that, but she needs to know I’m not just after one thing from her. I’m not every other asshole she’s been with before.
“Haven’t done what before, had an orgasm from oral or squirted?” I ask, palming my dick through my jeans, and looking at her still exposed pussy.
“First of all, please don’t ever say the word squirt or any variation of it again, that’s just gross. And I’ve never…” Her voice trails off and she mumbles the last part of the sentence.
“You’ve never what?” I ask, deciding fuck it, I’m totally about to jerk off in front of her or my nuts will fall off.
“Never had an orgasm. Ever. Never tried oral sex before, but it hasn’t worked well with the um… traditional way either.” She looks really nervous, like I’m going to think something is wrong with her.
“First of all, that makes me proud as fuck that I got to be the first guy to taste you. Second, that makes me proud as fuck, again, that I get to be responsible for your first orgasm ever. Speaking of orgasms, I need to have one really quick, so just stay right there.” I move quickly opening my pants and letting my dick spring free. I spit in my hand unceremoniously and start jerking myself off.
This isn’t going to take long. I should be embarrassed by how close I am to coming already, but I’m too far gone to give a fuck.
I look up from between Bree’s legs to see her face. She’s turned on again, I can tell. Her mouth is slightly parted, and her eyes are glazed over again. She shocks the shit out of my by raising her legs back to the edge of the cushion and spreading herself wide.
I get a perfect view of her glistening pussy. My balls pull tight.
“Do it, Dec. Come for me,” she says, trailing a finger down, and slowly pushing it into her entrance. That does it. I come so hard my vision goes white, and I have to catch myself with my left hand on the floor, so I don’t fall on my face.
Once I catch my breath, I look up at Bree. She’s put her boy shorts back on, and she’s laughing really hard.
“What?” I ask, looking around trying to figure out what’s so funny. When I turn my head, something moves in the corner of my vision, and I reach my hand up. It’s cum. I came on my own fucking head.
How is that even possible?
“I…um…I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone have that straight of aim before. Also, great distance. I always thought the chest was a good cum-shot. You’re an overachiever,” she says before snorting and laughing all over again.
“Whatever,” I mumble, pulling my shirt over my head, and using it wipe the semen off my head. I’m totally laughing about this later when I’m alone.
“You’re…you’re in really good shape. Really good,” Bree says, bringing my attention back to her again. She’s biting that fucking bottom lip again, and openly perusing my body.
“I’m glad you like it. You can enjoy it any time you like,” I say, dropping my shirt and crawling towards her.
My cock is making a valiant attempt to rise again so soon after an orgasm, and I can tell my little performance reignited Bree.
I give a playful growl before tackling her to the back of the couch and kissing her like my life depends on it. She wraps her legs and arms around me, trying to lay me on top of her, but there isn’t room on this tiny ass loveseat.
“Hang on, spider monkey,” I whisper, standing with her clinging to me. I only stumble twice taking us to my bedroom. I hate my tiny ass bed but it’s still better than the loveseat. I lie down with her on top of me. She rests her elbows on either side of my head, and looks in my eyes. For once, I didn’t have to ask her to look at me. Progress.
“Thank you.” She gives me a sincere look.
“You don’t ever have to thank me for giving you orgasms. It’s my pleasure. Nay, it's my privilege. I pledge you my life and limb,” I grind up into her meaningfully, “To give you as many orgasms as your heart desires, whenever your heart desires them.” My fake British accent is terrible, but she’s laughing too hard to notice.
She’s laughing. Hearing her laugh, hearing her moans, tasting her, feeling her, I know there is no going back from this for me. I don’t know how to. She’s going to be everything to me, soon. I can feel it.
Bree leans down, nuzzling into my neck, and I wrap my arms around her tightly.
“I forgot how it feels to be held. It’s been so long,” she whispers, so quietly I almost don’t hear her. I ignore the feeling of her tears in my neck, allowing her this moment.
“You deserve to be held, Bree. You deserve orgasms, too. Lots and lots of orgasms,” I growl, flipping her over and diving onto her giggling body. Apparently, this is the wrong thing to do because Bree’s entire body stiffens and she pulls away from me. I give a deep sigh, watching her stand up and make her way back to the living room where her clothes are.
I can feel all our progress start to slip away the minute Bree puts her pants back on. Her walls flew back up so fast, I wouldn’t have believed they’d come down at all if I hadn’t just witnessed it myself just a few minutes ago.
I knew she wouldn’t want to watch another movie, but I had to try. “I’m sure the salsa’s ready now. We can have a snack and watch another movie?” I knew her answer before I finished asking the question.
“Look, Declan, this really wasn’t a smart idea. You just got off the crazy train and I’m…I’m really not c
apable of more than what we just did,” she says with a small, sad sigh. I can see the honesty in Bree’s eyes. She really believes what she’s saying.
“What we just did was fuckin’ perfect, B Girl. I’m not asking for anything…yet. You’re not ready, but when you are, and believe me you will be, I’ll be right here. For now, let’s just live in the moment. Can we do that?” This time, it's my eyes showing honesty.
“I don’t know…I just…I need to go home.” Just like that, she makes quick work of getting her shoes on and is out the door a few moments later.
It takes a good five minutes before I realize I’m just standing in the middle of my apartment, staring at my door like an asshole. Clearly, getting Bree to open up is going to be more of a challenge than I thought. Good thing I’m up for it.
18
Bree
I don’t even contemplate stopping at my bench tonight. I make short work of the walk home, and head straight to the shower once I make it inside. I need to clear my head. I’m not even sure what just happened.
Once I’m under the warm water, with the steam filling the air around me, I close my eyes and rethink the day’s events. Dec texting was so unexpected, but I am so happy he did.
I can’t remember the last time I felt those butterflies in my stomach. I also can’t remember the last time I heard from a guy, and it wasn’t just because he wanted a booty call. But that’s exactly what it turned into, wasn’t it?
Despite the logic to that thought process, something in me rejects it. Declan has never hid his attraction, and he didn’t use me. I can admit I would have gone along with almost anything he wanted today, and all he did was please me. He even jerked himself off. This is so confusing.
I turn around, so the water cascades down my face and then make quick work of washing my hair.
Why didn’t he let me touch him? Why does he act like he doesn’t want anything from me? Everyone wants something. Why wasn’t he weirded out by my questions? Did I totally blow it by running out of there like my ass was on fire?