He’s All In

by Ella Goode

  The anger I was feeling starts to melt away. “It was silly. It’s why I didn't want to tell you.” I drop my head back to look up at him. “I missed you, and you haven't called or texted me. Then I heard Mindy Valentine talking about wanting you to come over.”

  “Who is Mindy Valentine?”

  I put my hand in front of my chest to motion for big boobs. The boys in school are always talking about them. Something Mindy is quite proud of. He still looks lost.

  “It doesn't matter. I know you’re not talking to Mindy.”

  “I don’t talk to anyone.” I snort a laugh. That is true. “I didn't call you or text because I didn't want to scare you off. I was trying to give you space. If it was up to me, I’d never leave your fucking side. I'd permanently attach myself to you.”

  I run my hands up his chest. “I guess we’re kind of new at this whole dating thing.”

  “We’re not dating. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  He lifts me off my feet, his hands going to my ass. “I think neither of us should assume anything when it comes to each other. If you want to call or text me, I want you to do it.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  He presses me against the wall. My eyes drop to his mouth. “Did you buy Davis a bike?” I lift my eyebrows at him.

  “Not just for Davis. I’m going to take you for a ride too.” He presses his cock into me, making me gasp. Letting me know that’s not the only ride he wants to take me on.

  “Berkley.” I dig my fingers into his shirt.

  “Yeah, sweetness?” he says, brushing his mouth against mine.

  “How much time do you think we have?”

  “Not enough.” He kisses me. “Never enough.” I moan into his mouth. “But with the time I do have I’m going to make you come.” I pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him while Berkley does as he promised. Stealing another piece of my heart. I’m pretty sure they all belong to him and he’s just collecting them one at a time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Berkley

  The ride is as good as I anticipated. The feeling of her wrapped around my body, putting her trust in me as we speed down the open road is inexpressible. We go so fast that the pavement looks like a river. The wind sneaks inside the shields of our helmets and the rumble between our thighs makes us feel alive. It does even more for Chandler. When I steer off the road into a cove of trees, her body is vibrating.

  “Sweetness?” I pull off her helmet. “You okay?”

  She drags her lower lip between her teeth and nods her head. Silently, she takes my hand and presses it against her sex. “I’m so turned on right now,” she whispers in a shaky voice.

  I drop her helmet on the ground and then rip mine off. Her mouth is on mine before I can take another breath. I kick the stand down and climb off, taking her with me. She’s crushing my face between her hands, kissing me hard and deep. My cock is as stiff as the chrome tailpipes on my bike. She wraps her legs around me, her damp pussy bouncing against my cock.

  Out here in the woods there is no bed or blanket, no wine or candles, but the need to take her is overpowering. I’ve held off for so long, and I don’t think I can wait another second.

  I tear my mouth from hers. “Sweetness, I have to have you.”

  “Yes. God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this,” she wails. Her hands dip between us, pulling off her shirt and sending it flying over our heads. I carry her further away from the road into a small clearing and set her down. She whimpers at the loss of contact.

  “Shhh, just making a bed here.” I shed my clothes as quickly as possible and spread them out. “It’s not comfortable.”

  “I don’t care.” She drops down on the makeshift coverings and wriggles out of her jeans. “Come here.”

  I don’t have to be asked twice. I’ve seen her before—in my house, in hers, in the bathrooms and pantries, stealing kisses and touches when no one was looking, but I never really took the time to admire her. She’s so beautiful that it takes my breath away. Her tits are pert and small, not much bigger than a grapefruit, but they’re so pretty with the pink tips like little candies on top of a mound of sugar. She’s got a slight tummy on her from eating all the pastries she makes. I love it. I love her curves and her hips and her thighs. I love her.

  “Are you done?” she asks, her tone slightly irritable.

  I smirk. “Want something?”

  “Yes, less looking and more touching.” She pats her fingers above her sex. “Right here.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I fall to my knees and spread her legs. My cock is heavy and hard. Cum leaks out. I swipe it off and wipe it between her engorged pussy lips. “I like looking, though, because you’re fucking beautiful.”

  Her cheeks grow rosy, but she still takes my hand and guides it to her sex. “Be a multi-tasker then. Look and touch.”

  I burst out with a chuckle. Lord, I love her. She’s perfect in every way. I couldn’t have asked for a better match. I open her pussy with my fingers. She’s so wet. My mouth waters. I have to taste her. I dip down and tongue her opening, burying my face in her cunt until my cheeks are wet with her juices. She clenches her thighs tight against my ears as I tongue her to her first orgasm. She’s still coming when I breach her pussy with the head of my dick. I watch as her eyes fly open at my penetration.

  “Oh my God,” she breathes out.

  “Yeah.” She’s tight. I’ve had my fingers in her, my tongue in her, so I know she’s small, and my cock is not, but bodies are meant to adjust. I press in a little more and wait as she sucks in another breath. She opens her mouth, but I cover it with my hand quickly.

  “Don’t say it.”

  “What?” she mumbles against my hand.

  “That I’m too big. If you say that I’m going to explode.”

  She giggles and the tension in my shoulders subsides a notch. I give her a brief nod before removing my hand. I slide it down to her breast and thumb her erect nipple. She moans and arches into my touch. The movement slides her down my cock. I push in slowly, letting the wet heat suck me in. I bend down and take her tit into my mouth, and that, too, propels me deeper. We move together, slowly, easing me into her as I kiss her neck, her tits, her chest, her mouth. Her hands roam restlessly over my shoulders, down my back. The heels of her feet dig into my ass. The deeper I go, the louder her whimpers are.

  “Sweetness?” I question. Am I hurting her? Should I pull out? Can I pull out? Sweat beads across my forehead.

  “No. No. Don’t stop. It feels so good.” She tugs on my waist.

  I grow dizzy at her words. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I plunge forward, closing the distance, thrusting so hard and deep I push her off the clothes I laid down. I drag her back. “Sweetness, hang on. I can’t hold out any longer.”

  “I want it,” she declares.

  I pull her legs up and pound into her, pouring out all my desire into her. “Sweetness, you feel so fucking good. You’re so wet, so tight. So…” I don’t have the words for it. I only know what I feel and that is I love her. I love her more than my mom, Davis, life itself. “I love you, Chandler. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ll love you until I die. Stay with me always.”

  “I promise I will,” she says with shining eyes. “I love you too.”

  It’s her words more than anything that make me come. I wanted her to come first, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Cum jets out of me, filling her cunt, spilling out onto my thighs and hers. Distantly, I feel her throb and pulse around me, tightening her grip on my cock and then shouting out her own release.

  I give one last thrust and then collapse by her side. She curls into me, spreading soft kisses along my collarbone, my cheek, my neck. In between, she mouths the words, I love you, I love you, and my own heart sings. Life is so damn good.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chandler

  I’m terrible, but I can’t help myself. I lie on the l
ove seat across from the pool table pretending to be lost in a book while Davis and Berkley play pool. Mike and Sy are playing some shooter game on the giant television, and no one is paying me a lick of attention.

  Except my Berkley. His eyes slide my way more often than they should, considering the fact that we’re trying to keep this whole thing under wraps. Something that we’ve done pretty well so far.

  It’s hard though. I thought spending more time with Berkley would make things easy when we’re around people. He’s always in my bed at night, and we spend every moment we can alone. You would think with all the time we spend together that whenever we’re in a group we’d be okay not touching and or kissing. But that’s not the case with us.

  If anything, it’s gotten harder. My fingers itch to play with his hair. To come up behind him and rest my head on his back while I wrap my arms around him. He must have forgotten where we were earlier and pulled me down into his lap when I’d walked past him. Luckily, Mrs. Knox was the only one in the room at the moment.

  Davis moves around the table to set up his next shot. I let my legs fall open, my sundress riding up higher on my thighs. I see Berkley stand up straighter, his hand gripping the pool stick tighter. I was never fond of dresses until Berkley.

  I didn't understand the appeal of them. Now I totally get it. They have quickly become one of my favorite things to wear. They work well for our stolen moments together. It’s quicker for Berkley to get his hands on me when I wear one. And I‘m finding I’ll do just about anything to have his touch. As much as I hate the fact that we have to hide what we mean to each other so that no one will get upset, I have to say that I rather enjoy taunting my man. I run my finger up my thigh this time, slowly caressing myself back and forth as I watch Berkley’s eyes heat.

  Davis misses his shot. He lets out a few curses before he grabs his beer and takes a long drink of it, waiting for Berkley to take his turn.

  “Come on. It’s your shot.” Davis punches him in the arm. “Stop daydreaming about the Monroe twins.” My legs instantly fall closed. Who the hell are the Monroe twins?

  “Bet he doesn't even know who the Monroe twins are,” Sy says before he shouts about Mike taking a cheap kill shot at him. I don’t think he knows who they are, but I still don’t like to think about Berkley daydreaming about anyone besides me.

  “Who?” Berkley asks, making both Sy and Mike chuckle.

  “Take the shot.” I turn my head toward him, giving him a smile. He lines up a shot, not paying attention at all as I sit up. I feel the cool air on my sex and have no doubt he gets a glimpse of it as he shoots.

  The balls knock together hard. One flies through the air, and Davis catches it with his freaky reflexes as Berkley sinks the eight ball to lose. I don’t feel the least bit guilty that I distracted him. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

  “What the hell? I can’t remember the last time I fucking beat you.” We’re never going to hear the end of this. Davis will make sure to bring it up every chance he gets. Berkley puts his pool stick up. The heat in his eyes tells me that I’ll be paying for my little show. That thought only heightens the throb between my thighs.

  “Told my mom I’d help move some boxes. I’ll be back.” He gives me a look I know well. He’s getting too good with these excuses for us to disappear. The thought of what he’ll do to me has me growing wet.

  “Need help?” Davis offers.

  “Nah. Keep an eye on those two dipshits,” he responds. Both Mike and Sy flip him off over their shoulders, not pulling their eyes away from the television. I watch him as he heads up the stairs.

  “You want to play?” Davis sets his sights on me.

  “I wouldn't want to end your winning streak.” I stand. “I should call my mom.” I look down at my phone. “She should be on break.”

  “Tell her I said hi.” I feel a pang of guilt at my lie. As much fun as sneaking around has been, I’m not sure how much longer we should keep it up. I was okay with it at first because Davis has been a little lost, and I didn't want to rock the boat. Now we’re hitting a point where we need to make a decision on how to handle Davis. We can’t keep hiding our relationship.

  “Will do,” I agree. Berkley and I will have to talk about this tonight when he sneaks over to spend the night. I make my way upstairs to find him. I let out a laugh when I’m lifted up around the waist. A hand comes over my mouth as Berkley pulls me into the pantry.

  “You’re going to get it.” He turns me in his arms. I wrap around him instantly, loving the way it feels when he holds me.

  “That was kind of what I was going for.”

  He groans and kisses me. His fingers dig into my ass under my dress. His touch on my bare skin causes me to grow wetter.

  “No fucking panties? I don’t know if I want to fuck you or spank you.” He growls as he kisses my neck. Since that first time Berkley and I went all the way I’ve noticed his taste can run a little darker. He enjoys holding me down and taking what he wants. Making me beg him for it. I don’t think either of us knew this was something we craved until now. Until we had each other.

  “You know you can do both, but fuck me first. Please,” I beg, knowing he’ll give me what I want. Nothing makes him hotter than when I beg for him to take me. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the sneaking around only adds to it all.

  “I’m dying to be inside of you again, and I just had you on your knees a few hours ago.” I whimper at the reminder of how he followed me into the bathroom where I proceeded to suck him off while everyone was down the hallway. I could hear their voices while his fingers tangled in my hair. “Be quiet and take me out,” he orders as he puts one of his hands over my mouth as he presses me into the wall.

  I reach between us, going for the button of his jeans when the pantry door opens and my eyes lock with Davis’. I try to say something but Berkley’s hand over my mouth doesn't allow me to. Not until Davis is ripping him away from me and screams leave my mouth as all hell breaks loose.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chandler

  Berkley pulls my helmet off for me before I can even get off his bike. His mouth is on mine kissing me until we’re both breathless.

  “Are we skipping right to the end of the date?” I dig my fingers into his shirt. I’m not opposed to the idea, but it was Berkley who insisted on us having a real date. He even made sure to set the date up for a time where he could knock on the front door and Mom and Dad would be home to answer. It was sweet. My mom ate it up.

  It’s nice not having to hide us anymore. Not that we’ve put up some sign to tell everyone we’re together, but we no longer try to hide it either. I can kiss him whenever I want. That is way better than the stolen kisses. This way I get a whole lot more of them.

  “I’m doing this right.” He steps back from me. I watch as he adjusts his cock. I huff a breath. “Don’t pout.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’m a sure thing.” I burst into laughter as he leads me toward the back door of his house and down into the game room. I pause for a second, my eyes starting to sting because right now this looks nothing like the game room.

  “Berkley.” I look around the room. The lights are off but the whole room is lit up with white lights that he’s draped all over the place along with candles. It looks like it should be in one of those romantic movies.

  On one side of the room he has it set up with a table and chairs with covered plates. Flowers sit in the center of the table. There are rose petals strewn all over the ground around the table. Over by the giant TV he has a popcorn machine and a variety of snacks set up and ready to go like a concession stand at a movie theater.

  “Dinner and a movie.” The smile on his face drops away when he looks down at me. “You’re going to cry, aren’t you?”

  I blink quickly, not wanting to cry, but it’s so freaking sweet. Of course the one time I get myself all dolled up with makeup and all for this date night I’m about to cry and ruin it.

  I throw myself at him
kissing him all over his face. “No one will ever believe me about how sweet Berkley Knox is. I kind of love that I’m the only one who knows this side of you.” His hands squeeze my ass. If he keeps touching me, we’re not going to make it to dinner.

  “You’re the only one who makes me want to do these things. Hell, you’re the only person who has me thinking about the future and what I want to do with my life.”

  “Are you trying to make me cry?” I sniffle.

  “I’m trying to prove that I’m always going to be the man for you.”

  “I’ve known that for a few years,” I admit. I wiggle so he puts me down on my feet. As much as I want to push him down on the sofa and have my way with him, I also want to enjoy our date too. I’d like to find out what he is picturing when he looks into our future. It’s not a crazy question really. We all aren't far from starting a new chapter in our lives. School will soon be over and where will that leave all of us?

  “The quicker we eat, the quicker I can have dessert,” he says as he smacks my ass before leading me over to the table and pulling out the chair for me. I sit, and he pushes the chair in before laying a napkin on my lap, acting like a true gentleman. I watch as he walks to take his seat across from me.

  I burst into laughter when he lifts the cover off the tray and I see what I once told him would be the perfect fried chicken meal from a fast food place. Chicken from Popeyes, potatoes from KFC, and biscuits from Church’s.

  “I can’t believe you remembered that.” I really do love this man. It was a random conversation we had at three in the morning when he was lying in bed with me.

  “I remember everything you say.” I grab a piece of chicken, digging in.