“Do you know how hard you’re making it for me not to take you right here and now?” he asks, still just inches from my face.
“And do you know how much I want that, but I’m trying to resist? Why? I don’t even know.”
“Because it feels wrong because of your parents, even though it’s right. It’s so damn right.”
“It’s not just right. It’s perfect,” I say. “That’s exactly how my dad used to describe you. The ‘perfect friend.’ After the two of you would hang out I’d ask him how the day went and he’d tell me stories about how you’d let him catch the better waves when you went surfing. About how you’d positioned the boat so he was on the side closer to the better fishing spot. About how you’d hand him the ticket to the game that just always ‘happened’ to be the one closer to the bench…to the action. And how he admired you so much. And it made me admire you too.”
“Just the way I admire your beauty,” he says looking me over. It’s the first time his eyes have left mine but they quickly find them again. “The only thing softer and more perfect to the touch than your skin is your lips. I could kiss you all day long, but I don’t know how long I’d last. I could climax just from the feeling of your lips on mine.”
“Really?”
“You have no idea what you do to me. How you make me feel alive. I’ve never felt anything like it. I thought fighting fires, saving lives while risking my own was the ultimate high. And it’s a high all right, but was I ever wrong. Nothing tops the feeling that you give me. How you make my head spin, my muscles contract, and what you do to other parts of me.”
“I want that other part of you inside me. I’ve been saving myself especially for you.”
His nostrils flare and I watch his chest expand as he inhales hard before blowing it out even harder.
“Damn, you’re not making this any easier on me.”
“Am I making it hard…er?” I ask placing my hand on his thigh.
“I’ve never been this hard and I don’t think a man can physically get any harder, but you continue to surprise me so nothing would shock me at this point.”
“Do you have a comfy T-shirt and some boxers I can sleep in?”
“I do, but I’m not giving them to you?”
“Why not?” I ask making a pouty face.
“Because once your clothes come off, they’re staying off. I want to feel that smooth skin of yours pressed against mine, every inch of it. I want us to be so close together it’s like we’ve been superglued. That’s how close I want to be to you.”
“That sounds even better,” I say.
“But before we start we need to finish something else.”
“What’s that?”
“We need to go over to your house and get the things you’ll need for the next few days, because once we start there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop.”
“Won’t you have to battle the fires?”
“I have a few days off. I worked thirty straight days before a day off, then three more days on then crashed for two. I was starting to hallucinate and my chief said I was losing it so he cut me loose for a few days. I resisted at first, but didn’t put up too much of a fight.”
“I always thought nothing could keep you from the work you love.”
“Nothing until you. Once he dangled those few days off in front of me I bit down on it hard because I knew exactly what I was going to use them for.”
“And what might that be?” I say leaning in closer to him.
“Let’s just say this is a little preview,” he says as he closes the distance between us and his lips find mine for a second time.
CHAPTER 8
Asher
I follow her inside her house and wait downstairs while she packs up her things. It feels weird to see the pictures of Scott and Serinda in the living room and to know I just kissed their daughter…multiple times.
And we had to get out of my house a few minutes ago or there was no way we’d be able to. I was already struggling to resist and I know she was too.
“Can you help me carry this?” I hear from upstairs.
“On my way,” I say and slowly take the stairs up, each one creaking as I go.
When I reach the doorway to her room the first thing I see is a picture on her dresser.
“Who’s that?” I ask as I take the framed picture in my hand and look at it, rage filling my body.
“My high school prom date. He’s my mom’s friend’s son.”
“You went to prom with him?”
“Yeah, but it was just friendly. Nothing happened. He wouldn’t even know where to begin if he wanted to.”
I open the top drawer and slide the picture in face down.
“And he’s never going to get a chance to even so much as think about it,” I say.
“No he’s not. No one is but you,” she says.
“And I’ve been thinking about it too much. It’s the only thing on my mind, and it’s making me go crazy,” I say moving closer to her.
“I want your crazy. All of it.”
I put my hands on her waist and look down at her. She’s so much smaller than me and all the pink in her room gives me a strange feeling. I feel like this is more like a kid’s room than a college student’s room.
“I just never changed it up. I’m mostly at college so there was no point,” she says as she notices me surveying the room.
“At least there are no posters of that kid singer all the kids from the guys at the station are always talking about.”
“Tyga?”
“Who’s that?”
“The boy who was dating Kylie Jenner.”
“Kylie Jenner?” I ask.
“You’re so cute,” she says as she leans into me. “You must be talking about Justin Bieber then.”
“That name sounds kinda familiar.”
“They’re just boys. I don’t have posters of boys in my room. Never did.” She runs her fingertip down the length of my arm and it’s not the only appendage that’s feeling her sweet touch. “I only fantasized about a man. One man in particular,” she says as she reaches down and takes the sides of her pants pulling them down mid-thigh before stepping out of them.
She wraps her arms around me again and I feel her bare skin against my hands. Damn, she’s not making this any easier.
“Not here,” I say. “It’s not right.”
“I had all my fantasies about you right over there,” she says pointing to her queen sized bed. I get a visual of her lying on her back touching herself while thinking of me.
“And look what I kept in my drawer,” she says as her hands come off me and she walks over to the nightstand, sliding it open and pulling out a picture of me from my first year as a firefighter.
“Mr. August. The hottest month of the year by the way, literally and physically. I found it my junior year of high school.”
I’d forgotten about that long ago. It was a charity calendar we did for March of Dimes.
“And I heard you were auctioned off to the highest bidder for…a date. How did your date go?”
“It wasn’t really a date. We just had dinner at some fancy place and then we both went home.”
“Is that what she wanted?”
“I don’t know, but that’s all she got.”
“So it sounds to me like your date was about as uneventful as my prom date.”
“Both our ‘dates’ sound very similar in how uneventful they were, but I think we’re also similar in that that’s how we both wanted them to go,” I say. “But none of that matters anymore. I’ve got you and you’ve got me. Your mine now.”
“And you’re mine,” she says. “Just like I imagined all those nights right here while I held this picture in my hand and imagined my small hand was your big, strong, manly one,” she says coming back to me and taking one of my hands in both of hers, bringing it up to her mouth and placing the tip of my index finger on her lips before sliding her mouth forward taking the length of my digit.
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br /> My cock twitches as I imagine what it would be like for my rod to trade places with my finger. There’s no way she could take all I have to give, but just the thought of her warm, moist mouth on me is enough to drive me insane.
“What are you trying to do to me here?” I ask. “We can be back home in just a few minutes.”
“This is my home and where my fantasies took place. And I want to trade in all those fantasies for the real thing.”
She squats down and fumbles with my buckle before pulling the leather through the loops. As much as this is my best friend’s home and I want to honor and respect the sanctity of that, there’s only so much I can do in this case. I want this girl so bad and any attempts at logic and reasoning are quickly going out the window.
And when I feel the side of her face rub against the modal cotton along the underside of my perfectly erect length there’s nothing else I can do. My dick’s pointing due north and I need it inside her or I’m going to pop.
She yanks my underwear down freeing my length as she takes it in both hands, one stacked on top of the other. She slides her hands forward and back as I watch from above, seeing the head of my cock glisten with the pre-come that’s already formed at the tip and which was smeared around by my underwear, which is now mid thigh.
She moves her head in closer and the tip of her tongue traces the part of my dick where the head meets the shaft causing my eyes to shut and my head to tilt back as I moan in pleasure.
“I want you inside my mouth,” she says.
I reach out finding the pole from the footer of her bedpost to steady myself as I already feel my knees weakening.
I feel lips along my tip and then suddenly I feel the warmth of her mouth engulf my length, or at least half of it which is as much as she can take, before her head pulls back and I feel the absence of her connected to me.
My hand comes down finding her hair, sliding through her beautiful locks while I massage her scalp as her head bobs forward again.
“Fuck, you know how hard it is not to come already?”
“I want you to come. I want to taste you…every last drop.”
I inhale and exhale harder at her words as her head moves horizontally even more vigorously. My hand rests on her head, but I don’t push her. I can only imagine what it must be like to try and put ten inches of thickness into your mouth, and for the first time.
But this won’t be the last. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives pleasing each other, and I’m going to make sure of that and exploding in her mouth isn’t the way to do it.
Putting a baby inside her is.
My hands dart down underneath her armpits and I lift her up.
“I wasn’t finished,” she says.
“My turn,” I say tossing her backwards right onto the bed and she bounces slightly.
“You can’t throw me like I’m a doll,” she says as she quickly takes off her top exposing the tops of her breasts in that bra which is so virginally white that it only heightens my thoughts of taking her and making her mine.
“I can because you weigh next to nothing, and because you’ve brought out the animal in me,” I say removing my shirt and sliding out of my pants and underwear.
“I weight next to nothing, because you look like that,” she says as her hungry eyes roam up and down my six foot five inch frame.
“When you’re light as a feather it’s easy to make you fly like a bird.”
“And I’m your bird. You give me wings.”
“And I’m going to put something inside you so we can start building our nest together,” I say sliding onto the small bed wondering if it will support my weight. It’s a queen sized bed, but I have no idea how old it is, or if it was actually built for an adult or a child.
But I don’t have time for those thoughts now. Only one thing is going through my mind…taking over my mind…racing from one head to the other and back again.
“Once I’m inside you I can’t promise you romance.”
“I don’t want romance.”
“I know I’m going to lose control and it’s not going to be pretty.”
“I don’t want pretty. I want a man. I want you and I want to watch as you lose it because of me.”
“I already lost it because of you two days ago,” I say as I take her gorgeous face in my hands and kiss her softly on the forehead. I want to romance her. She deserves it too, but I just can’t do it right now. Every ounce of me wants her too damn bad and with an urgency that’s I’ve never felt before.
I slide my hand behind her back and unhook her bra. She straightens her arms and I slide the bra off exposing her breasts, covering one with my mouth as soon as it’s freed and covering the other equally as fast with my hand, kneading it with my fingers.
There’s a popping sound as my mouth comes free of her nipple. “You’re so damn soft and feminine and I can’t get enough.”
“Then take everything. Take all of me.”
My cock twitches again and this time it makes contact with her leg. I slide my body forward and back dragging the underside of my shaft along her skin feeling the pleasure of her touch that’s not even the touch of her hand. Every single part of her is so damn perfect and when the head of my rod makes contact with the crease where her torso meets her upper leg I practically lose it right then and there.
“Take me, Asher,” she says.
“Once I’m inside you there’s no going back,” I say in the best discernible English I can as I kiss my way down her stomach and into the V area of her sweetness while removing her panties.
“Oh my god,” she says and I feel the sheets slide underneath me as her fists ball up the cotton fabric as my tongue finds the tiny ball that is her clit.
“Right there. Right there,” she says as I taste her sweetness. I always thought I preferred savory things in my mouth, but it’s only because I’d never tasted something so sweet. Something so perfect. Something so her.
Her innermost being as she’s already dripping wet allowing me to lap at her folds like a thirsty dog in the heat of summer.
And that’s exactly how I feel, like a famished dog, hungry for her. And when my tongue dives deep and my mouth closes around the outside of her folds I’m literally eating her pussy like the beast that I am, taking all of her in my mouth and sucking her in before blowing the warm air from my lungs against the multitude of nerve endings in, out, and on her pussy.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she says and her fingers squeeze the sheets tighter before releasing and then her legs clamp to the sides of my ears, completely removing my ability to hear what I’m doing to her, but it doesn’t matter…because I can feel.
I feel the inside of her thighs shake and then a river of sweetness flows directly into my mouth as I thirstily swallow every last drop taking everything she has to offer me.
I reach my arms around the sides of her, my fingers finding her thighs and I pry her legs loose from the sides of my head and immediately hear her panting and whimpering.
The feminine sounds of her pleasure and the knowledge of the mind shattering release I just gave her have me on edge and now I need my release, but this is so much more than a release, this is a gift that I’ll release and she’ll keep forever.
Until we keep it forever…in the form of a human life.
Because I know when my cock enters her I’m going to come with so much velocity and so deep and with so much thickness that there’s no way she doesn’t get pregnant with our first child. Our first life created together as we create a bond that will never be broken. A creation for the first time.
I will be her first and only…forever.
“You’re mine,” I whisper into her ear as my body slides into position directly on top of hers.
“I was always yours,” she says in-between short shallow breaths.
“And I’m going to put something inside here,” I say placing my hand on her stomach. “That will be ours. Our child together.”
“Yes. Ye
s. I want that. Come in me and make our baby,” she says.
A throaty growl escapes me, it’s beyond my control at this point. Just hearing her demand…to come inside her and make our baby, leads me to take one more inhale, the last gasp I’ll take before we become connected together.
I grab my shaft and line up my rock hard cock at her opening and as I breath out I slide my hips forward entering her and I swear on everything that’s good in the world I see my life flash before my eyes like everything that’s happened before is no longer relevant, like my life begins right now.
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