I begin to pump him behind my back, and I can feel his cock rubbing against me. He fingers me from behind me, and our skin is pressed so tightly together I can feel his warmth radiating into me.
He’s kissing the back of my neck, making the hairs on my body stand up on end. I’m squirming and writhing like I was at the beach. I can’t believe we’re doing this again! I can’t believe I’m giving myself to him like this, again!
But he makes me feel desired, makes me feel attractive. I can tell just from the aura around his body that he wants me, and that he wants me bad. And it’s so hot… and it’s making me so hot.
“Oooh,” I moan as he rubs me, as he caresses me, as he makes me feel good. He’s creeping me closer and closer to the precipice, and I clamp my eyes shut and I lose focus on pumping him.
“Come on,” he groans in my ear, and he guides me to the bed. He pushes my suitcase off the bed, and I watch as it turns upside down, spilling all my folded clothes, but I don’t care.
I lie on the bed, looking at him, feeling lustier than I ever have. He pulls open my knees, and he drops in between them, and I feel his hot breath on my sex.
“God, you smell amazing,” he groans, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the touch of his tongue on my sex, thrilling in the fact that he is about to go down on me, about to eat me out. It’ll be my first time ever, and somehow, I’m not nervous.
At first I think he’s going to lick my clit, but I feel his tongue on my outer lips, playing around, swabbing up one side and then down the other. It’s a tease, and I half-groan, half-giggle at the slightly tickling sensation.
But then I feel the press of his tongue against my folds, and I moan as he pulls his tongue up, lapping up my nectar, before he rests on my bud and begins to lick slowly around it.
“Come on,” I practically beg, and I run my fingers through his hair, grip onto it, and press his face down into me. He obliges. He starts to flick my clit from left to right, and I’m just in heaven right now. I’m arching my back, gripping at his hair, and he’s slowly speeding up, and I’m just utterly lost.
I feel his hand move to my entrance, and he slowly pushes a finger inside me and I groan loudly, grasping onto my breasts, pulling at my nipples as he angles his finger upward, as he rubs my front wall.
“Oh God,” I say breathlessly, pushing my hips up into his face.
He wraps his lips around my pearl and he sucks on it while he licks it, and I push his head down harder against me, grinding my sex into his face. The temperature in my core is rising; I feel like I’m a coiling tighter and tighter, just waiting to be sprung.
He pushes a second finger in, and now he’s fucking me with his fingers, pressing upward with each of his hand’s thrusts. I’m stretched by his two fingers, and I feel an intense pleasure, overwhelming, and before I know it I’m cussing and swearing and I don’t even know where it’s coming form.
“Oh, fuck, yes, like that, like that,” I hiss at him, gripping tightly at his hair, bunching it up in my fists.
I’m gyrating my hips against his face and he’s working me so well, he knows exactly how to make me feel good. He’s making me feel better than I’ve ever made myself feel before. I raise my whole lower half off the bed, my whole body shaking and thrilling with pleasure.
He’s driving me toward the edge, closer and closer, and I feel a twinge inside me as he laps at my clit, as he penetrates me with his fingers over and over again.
The pressure is building. It’s a tightness. I’m going to explode.
“Fuck,” I rumble, my voice now baritone, base. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” I cry as I crest. I’m soaring, in orbit. Ecstasy grips me as I scream, as I crunch my stomach, I tighten my body. I’m rigid, frozen, a snapshot of pleasure. He drives me through it, keeps it going, and I’m shaking and trembling, toes curled, as I’m dunked in a pool of bliss. My legs are so tight, my thighs so tense, and I’m gripping onto his hair so hard…
And then it’s over. The pinnacle has passed and I’m winding down, panting, replete, satisfied, blissful. He eases me down, stops licking my clit because he knows I’ll be too sensitive, and he slides his fingers out of me and plunges them into his mouth, sucking all of my cum off his fingers.
I’m just lying on the bed. The backs of my hands are now against my forehead. I’m sweating, breathing hard, and I’m grinning. That felt really, really good.
That’s when I see his cock, rock-hard, jutting out from his crotch. I’m imbued with this confidence I’ve never felt before, and I push him back onto the bed, and I slide myself down his body, rubbing his cock against first my belly, then up in between my breasts. I can feel his pre-cum leaving a trail on my skin, and somehow I find it so fucking sexy.
He’s just looking at me out of lust-filled eyes, breathing quickly, lips slightly parted. I can just see his teeth beneath them, and I grin, finally down in between his legs. I grip onto his cock, gasp at how hard it is, and I position it in front of my face.
There’s this little thought in the back of my mind telling me that I’ve never given a blowjob before, that I don’t know how to do it.
His dick moves in my hand – I didn’t know men could do that! – and a droplet of pre-cum forms at the tip of his cock.
And I can’t think of anything else to do, so I lick it up.
*
The moment her tongue touches my cock I feel a shiver run down me. She’s in between my legs and she looks sexy as all hell, and God, I can’t believe she’s about to suck me off.
Somehow, I never thought that this… us… would happen. Oh, I knew she was into me. Of course she was fucking into me, but I just didn’t think she’d give in to her wants a second time.
I watch as she licks gingerly at my cock, and I can instantly tell she’s never done it before. I run my fingers through her hair, hold the side of her face and tilt her eyes up to mine.
“You want pointers?” I grin as she flushes.
“No!”
I watch as she wraps her hot-as-hell lips around my cock, and begins to bob up and down on me. She’s pressing her tongue where I told her I was sensitive, and I’m a little surprised as how quickly she falls into a rhythm.
I lean back and groan, playing with her hair, listening to the slurping sounds of her sucking me off. I’m watching her impale herself on me over and over again, and it’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah, Cass,” I groan. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”
I see the corners of her mouth curl upward for a tiny bit, and then she’s sucking me off with more confidence, blowing me like she needs it. She’s pumping my cock hard, completely in time, and, fuck it I’ve been wound up for so long, I’m not going to make any excuses. I could come in her pretty little mouth right now if I wanted to.
I coil her hair up in my hand, wind it up so it’s tight, and then I start to push on her head, thrust into her mouth on each of her bobs. She resists at first, but it’s only a little, and then she’s taking me deeper than she did before. I’m pushing my cock right down her throat, and her face is going red, but she’s still sucking me off, she’s not backing up, she’s not gagging, she’s giving me a fucking amazing blowjob.
“Shit,” I groan. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. She’s making me feel so good, and I’m right there on the edge, about to blow a fucking gigantic load down her throat.
She seems to notice for she spits me out of her mouth. I open my eyes wide.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She just grins.
*
I begin to jerk him off, really fast, as fast as I can, and I look up his hot and athletic body, all tensed as he stretches out, pushes his hips forward. I know he’s so close, I can guess it from the way his thighs and calves are tensed, the way he’s holding his breath.
“Fuck,” he groans, and he coils up my hair in his hand and he tugs at it. “I’m going to come, Cass.”
I jerk him harder, faster, and then I
hear him groan, and I feel his cock flex in my hand, and then he shoots a stream of cum clear across the room, and then another one, and then another one. I’m shocked by how much he squirts out, and he’s spraying it everywhere while he groans in pleasure, and then it finally stops, and I feel his cock flex one more time and the last dribble slips out.
He’s panting, looking down at me, and I’m curious, so I put my tongue to his dick and taste his cum. It doesn’t taste as strong as I thought it would; it definitely smells stronger than it tastes.
“Fuck,” he says, and he lets go of my hair and he touches the side of my face. “I didn’t know you were going to do that.”
“I didn’t want it all in my mouth,” I say. It was the truth. What if I gagged? What if it tasted bad? It was, after all, my first blowjob.
I look at his cock, and notice that it’s still hard. It’s not getting any softer. He corrals me into his arms and he kisses me hard, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, taking my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I feel a tingling all over my body, and I know I’m ready to come again. I know I’m ready to go all the way.
I’m going to lose my virginity to him.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asks, guiding me back down onto the bed, and holding my arms above my head. He brings his forehead to mine and he looks into my eyes.
“No,” I say.
There’s a pause, and I don’t know what he’s thinking, but then he just kisses me again, and I feel him push his knee up in between my legs, spreading them outward.
I run my hands down his chiseled chest, feel each bump and ridge of his muscled stomach, and then he lowers himself down my body, sucking hard on my nipples, biting them in between his teeth.
I yelp and laugh, pushing him off me. “Hey, that hurts.”
Saying that makes me look down our bodies at his thick penis, and I wonder if it’s going to hurt when he fucks me. Jess said it only did at the beginning, and from what I’d read in magazines, foreplay helped to stop that. After all, he’d already licked me out until I came, and I know that I’m wet enough that the fact that we don’t have any lubricant won’t matter.
“You got a condom?” I ask, watching as he takes my nipple into his mouth again and sucks on it hard, groping my breast with his other hand.
He nods, and leans off the bed, reaching for his jeans, and I see him shake his wallet free and he pulls out a condom wrapper.
“You always keep one, huh?”
“Well, you never know.”
I watch him as he tears it open, as he unrolls the rubber down his girthy cock. I catch the scent of latex.
Then Chance is on me again, and he takes my hands and holds them above my head, and he kisses his way down the underside of my arm, over my armpit, to my neck, and up to my ear where he takes my lobe into his mouth and sucks on it.
I reach down in between us and hold on to his manhood, and he flexes some muscle and it jumps in my hand, seems to grow even thicker.
He lowers his body a little, and I feel him at my entrance. He looks at me, and there’s this pause, and then I nod at him. He kisses me hard as he begins to inch his way inside me, and I groan into his mouth, strain my hands against his that are still holding them above my head. I can feel him stretching me, and at first there’s this slight sting, but it fades pretty fast.
It’s nearly overwhelming, the sensation. I’ve never felt anything like it before. He goes slow, eases into me, and we are lip-locked, and my eyes are clamped shut.
“Fuck,” I whisper as our kiss breaks. He lets my hands down and I instantly put them on his chest, push him there to slow him down.
“Does it hurt?” he asks me.
“A little,” I say, wincing. And he slows even more, and I’m holding onto his sides hard, feeling his rigid muscle there. I look up at his lips, want him to kiss me, and it’s like he reads my mind. He lowers down onto me, kisses me, keeps pushing inside me, and slowly I start to get used to it, and as I do, I kiss him harder, push my hips up to meet his.
He bottoms out inside me, and then when he starts to pull out of me I’m just overcome with sensation. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and I grip onto him as he pulls his cock right out from me, and then penetrates me again. I moan sharply into his ear.
“Yeah,” I breathe at him as he settles into a rhythm. It feels really good, and I realize that Jess was right. It’s just difficult to find a specific word.
He lifts himself off me, and all the veins on his arms stick out, and his muscles tense with each of his slow thrusts, and so I run my hands up and down his stomach and chest as he fucks me, moaning in pleasure.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says, and he starts to fuck me harder. His thrusts become more aggressive, and soon the whole bed is rocking, headboard banging against the wall, and all I can do is moan and push at his chest.
But then he pulls out of me, and I don’t know what he’s doing. He pulls the condom back down to the base of his cock and then looks at me. “Turn over.”
“What?” I say breathlessly. I’m panting, and feeling strangely empty.
“On your front,” he says, and he turns me over so that I’m lying flat against the bed with my back facing to him. I feel the weight shift on the bed, and he’s got a knee on either side of me. Then I feel him at my entrance, and when he pushes in I gasp, clutching at the sheets. I feel so much more in this position!
“Ooh, that’s good,” he growls. “I love your tight little pussy.”
He slaps my legs shut, and I’m just lost in sensation. This is way more intense than how it was when he was on top of me. Why doesn’t everybody just fuck this way all the time?
He starts to get into a rhythm, drive his cock into me hard and fast again, and then he worms an arm beneath my hips, and begins to rub my clit.
I’m just… lost for words. I can barely think. I’m in heaven. He cock is hitting my front wall hard each time he thrusts into me, his fingers are working me like magic, and it’s just too much. I instantly feel myself climbing, feel that pressure building again.
“Oh, shit, don’t stop,” I breathe into the mattress, and I grit my teeth together and clamp my eyes shut as he fucks me harder, fingers my clit faster. “Oh, fuck, like that, like that!”
He keeps doing it just… like… that.
It’s too much.
“Oh, Chance,” I moan. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no!”
I feel my whole body tighten up, as I feel myself just peek over that edge. His last thrust pushes me off it, and for a moment I’m caught in between, and then pleasure crashes over me like a wave at the beach.
I cry out in white-hot bliss as my climax hits me, curling my toes, tensing my thighs, squeezing my canal, milking his cock as he continues to drive it inside me, drive me through my orgasm.
I can barely breathe; it’s so intense it almost hurts. Every nerve ending inside me is on fire. My brain is mush. I’m in oblivion.
“Fuck,” he growls, and his thrusts get shallower, and I can feel his cock swell inside me, and then he’s groaning as well, cock flexing and twitching inside my spasming walls, and he’s coming, too. His fingers dig into my hips, and he buries himself in me one last time, groaning loudly as he does so, before we stop moving completely.
I’m face-first in the mattress, with him still inside me, and practically panting. Hair is sticking to my face, and it’s tickling me but I can’t move it away right now. I have to stay still for a while.
I feel him pull his still-hard cock out from inside me, and he falls down on the bed, breathing hard. I roll onto my side, and he puts an arm around me and spins me to face him. It’s a surprisingly intimate gesture, and I run my fingers idly through his trimmed pubic hair.
“You smell good as well,” I tell him honestly. He does; I like the way he smells.
We lie together for some time before a huge yawn takes me, and he catches one, too.
“You can spend the night,” I say, and I get up
from bed. He watches me as I get up and go to the door. “I’m going to shower,” I tell him. “You can use the second bathroom. There’s a spare towel in there, folded up on the rack.”
“Okay,” he says. He lies on his back, and puts his hands behind his head. His cock is still sticking straight up, and I can see all his cum in the condom. His hair is tussled and sweaty, and he just looks really fucking good. But this time, I don’t hate that he does.
“My Dad is coming back tomorrow, so you’ll need to leave.”
He grins. “I could leave now. I usually do.”
I roll my eyes. “Just spend the night, okay? And please, don’t make any more references to your previous sexcapades. I’m not interested.”
“Whatever you say, Cass.”
“Don’t call me Cass.”
*
chapter seven
I wake up, and it’s the first time I’ve ever woken in the morning after I’ve spent the night with a girl.
I frown. It’s also the first time that I’m not the first one to wake.
The bed is empty.
Something is different. It’s strange to me. I’m in uncharted territory.
I get out of bed, and notice that Cassie’s laptop is gone; she’s probably taken it outside. I wonder at first if it’s to keep from waking me, but then common sense comes along and tells me that it’s probably because she’s pissed off and regretting what we did last night.
That’s my guess, anyway.
I pull my jeans on, but leave the zip and button undone. It’s the morning, and there’s no sense in causing myself discomfort. Then it’s to the bathroom and I squirt a blob of toothpaste onto my finger, and start brushing my teeth as well as I can.
I’m wondering where Cass is, whether she’s left the house or not. She probably hasn’t, because she’d never leave me alone in her place, so she’s probably downstairs somewhere.
I’m probably going to get the cold shoulder.
I think to our night before, and all it does is send more blood to my morning wood. I’ve going to have to wait even longer now before I can take a piss.
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