by A. T Brennan
“Geeze, Jay.”
“Geeze?” He grinned up at me as he reached under my skirt to grab the sides of my panties. “A little tame for the havoc I’m planning on wreaking on your pussy.”
“Not sure if that’s the sexiest or the scariest thing anyone has ever said to me. Oh!”
In one move he’d ripped my panties off and was pushing my legs up and apart. I felt a little exposed in this position, but stopped worrying the moment he lowered his mouth to my mound.
“Oh god!” I cried out as he shoved his tongue deep inside my channel before running it up my slit and flicking it over my clit. “Fuck.”
“There’s that dirty mouth I love so much.” He grinned up at me, his mouth hovering over my throbbing sex.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Convince me.”
By the gleam in his eyes I could see he was feeling a bit playful. I’d never been one for dirty talk, had never even attempted it before, but two could play this game. If there was ever a guy to experiment with, it was Jay.
“Put your mouth back on my pussy. Lick me, suck on my clit. Make me come so hard, baby. Fuck me with your mouth until I scream for you.”
Jay’s eyes widened at my words and I felt a rush of confidence move through me. He was looking at me like he wanted nothing more than to devour me and it was a heady feeling.
He didn’t say a word, he just shoved my legs as far apart as they would go and sealed his lips over my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over it.
“Oh god. Oh fuck!” I gripped the cushions on the couch, desperately trying to stop my legs from kicking as pleasure shot through my body. I could already feel my orgasm starting, and when he released my clit and instead started tonguing it with long, steady strokes, I was lost.
“Oh god!” I screamed, my body heaving as my orgasm crashed over me.
When I was finally able to focus, Jay was kneeling between my legs with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Fuck me,” I begged before he could say a word. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
With an animalistic grunt he pulled a condom out of his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. Using his other hand he thumbed open his pants and pulled out his rock-hard cock.
I moaned as I watched him roll the condom on, almost shivering with anticipation. I’d never felt such a burning need to be with someone before, and I was sure I would explode if he took much longer.
When the condom was on he reached forward and grabbed me. I thought he was going to enter me and go to town, but he surprised me by spinning us around so he was sitting on the couch and I was in his lap.
“I want you to be in control.” He stared up at me with passion and lust shining in his eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I reached down and gripped his shaft in my hand, shifting so I was lined up with him. Keeping my eyes on his I slowly lowered myself down on his cock, sighing with pleasure as he filled me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned and gripped my hips.
“How attached to this shirt are you?” I asked, keeping my body and hips still.
“What?”
“The shirt. I want to play with your nipple rings.”
Jay didn’t answer me. Instead he let go of my hips and ripped his shirt open. A few of the buttons bounced off my torso but I ignored them as I began rocking my hips over his cock.
“Fuck, Paige.” He gripped my hips and helped me set a rhythm as I ground down on him.
“Oh yes. God, Jay.” I ran my hands up his tight and toned abs before making my way up to his nipples.
“Shit.” He grit his teeth and pulled me a little faster over him as I gently tweaked the small barbell piercings.
I was about to ask him if it felt good, but before I could open my mouth he sat up and pressed our bodies together as his lips found mine in a deep kiss.
His hips were shifting beneath me, helping him slide in and out of me at a faster and faster pace as I rubbed my clit against him, and within seconds I felt myself swinging up towards a second orgasm.
I cried out around his kiss, but he refused to let me go and kept his lips firmly on mine. It was as intimate as it was pleasurable, and it felt like we’d stopped fucking and were making love.
I ran my hands through his hair, gripping at the long, glossy strands as his arms wrapped around my body. I was seconds away from coming, and the fact that I couldn’t scream intensified every feeling.
When my release finally hit me I was almost knocked senseless. Every muscle in my body contracted as a floodgate of pleasure was opened inside me. I felt him jerk under me, his mouth still relentlessly plundering mine, as he hit his own orgasm.
It took a moment, but my body eventually stopped shaking and I was able to push the physical bliss aside and focus on Jay’s kiss.
I’d never been kissed like that in my life. I felt connected to him, as though he was trying to tell me how he felt without using words, and when he finally pulled away my head was spinning.
“Wow.” I didn’t have a better word, or any other words at the moment, and he just smiled and gave me one last nipping kiss.
“Definitely wow.” He reached out and brushed a lock of my hair off my cheek and tucked it behind my ear. “Here, move up for a second.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but figured it out when he used his arm to lift me off his body slightly. His softening cock slipped out of me and I couldn’t help groaning in protest.
“I wish I could stay in there all night.” He smiled tenderly and pulled me against his chest so I could lay against him. “But I don’t want to chance anything.”
It was then the lessons I’d learned in health class came back to me. Once he was soft the condom could slip and we wouldn’t be protected. I never would have thought of that.
“That was amazing, Paige,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss against my hair.
“It was,” I agreed. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
He didn’t say anything, but when his hand began stroking my hair in a soft and rhythmic pace I almost started purring.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that. I do know that it was long after my legs started to go numb from straddling over him, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to stay in his arms and remember every moment of what we’d just shared.
Chapter Eight
JAY
Paige: tell me a secret
Jay: I’m looking at the shoes you left here
Paige: and what are you thinking about while you look at them ;)
Jay: how the next time you wear them I’m going to use the heels to pull you against my cock so I can fuck you as hard as possible
Paige: hmmm. That sounds amazing. Describe it to me.
Jay: after I tease you senseless you’re going to get on all fours. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind, holding onto those sexy heels as I watch your ass slap against me.
Paige: when can I see you again? I can’t wait to try that
Jay: tomorrow night work for you?
Paige: hell to the yes
Jay: you’re adorable when you try to be tough
Paige: does adorable get you hot?
Jay: you get me hot
Paige: you get me hot too
Jay: please tell me you’re alone right now
Paige: I’m in the student lounge in the arts court
Jay: too fucking bad
Paige: are you alone?
Jay: laying on my bed, all alone
Paige: are you going to touch yourself?
Jay: do you want me to?
Paige: yes. Is that weird?
Jay: not weird at all. I like the idea of you knowing I’m doing it and thinking about you.
Paige: god I wish I wasn’t at school right now
Jay: next time we’ll try it on the phone together
Paige: deal. I have to go. Class i
n ten
Jay: have fun. I’ll be thinking of you
Paige: ;)
I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and lay back. I was horny as hell. At the moment my cock was attempting to bust through my pants so it could salute the ceiling, but my mind was cloudy and I knew I wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy jerking off while I was distracted.
I hadn’t really seen Paige since our non-date on Saturday. She’d had to study on Sunday and then we’d gone out for coffee on Monday since Jax had staked out the apartment for his own afternoon delight.
I’d had labs on Tuesday and she’d needed to study on Wednesday so I’d only seen her during class. At least now we had a plan to meet up on Friday, but it didn’t seem like enough.
I didn’t want to just fuck her on the weekends and ignore her during the week. She was busy with school and I could stand to put a little more effort in, but I missed her when we didn’t get to spend any real time together.
As stupid and dangerous as it was, I wanted to see her outside of sleeping together. The thought of curling up on the couch with her, or better yet the bed, and studying made me flush, and I desperately wanted to spend the night with her.
I’d never wanted to share my bed with someone out of intimacy, but I wanted to feel her overnight, see her first thing in the morning and do all that domestic shit I ribbed Matt about. I’d never wanted it before, but now it dominated my thoughts.
I was getting too attached to her. We were supposed to be friends who fucked, but she meant more to me than that. I wanted her to be my friend, but also share in some sort of companionship outside of the bedroom.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I’d never thought like this, but then I’d never met a girl like Paige. She was amazing. How she could be both adorable and smoking hot was beyond me, but she nailed both. She was funny as hell and neurotic to a fault, but it only made her more interesting. She’d come out of her shell so much in the last few weeks, and the more she revealed to me the more I wanted to know.
She was also the only girl I’d never lied to.
I wasn’t some dick who went around telling chicks what I thought they wanted to hear to get into their pants, but I did tend to gloss over facts. I didn’t like to talk about my major and how I studied engineering because most chicks looked at me as some sort of bad boy. I never talked about my family or introduced anyone to my brothers, and I always held a piece of me back. I could flirt like a champ and fuck like my life depended on it, but I didn’t open up and I hated intimacy. I didn’t like to draw out physical contact unless it was a precursor to sex, and even then I didn’t want to makeout with anyone.
I didn’t cuddle, hold hands or even like to hug all that much, but my body craved Paige.
I wanted to hold her hand as we walked down the street. If we sat next to each other I was drawn to her like a magnate and needed to feel her against me, and it was sometimes hard to let go of her when she gave me one of her amazing hugs.
There was something about the way her body fit against mine, the faint scent of strawberries that lingered in her hair, and even the steady beating of her heart that I found comforting, and natural.
I didn’t want to think about what any of that meant, other than the fact that I was getting soft and one step away from writing a sonnet about her, because I was afraid of what I’d discover.
I was afraid I was falling for her. That I cared about her as more than just a friend, and I could love her.
I’d sworn I’d never fall in love with anyone, and then I’d laid eyes on a pretty blonde with mustard on her shirt and my entire world had been shifted upside down.
I sighed and looked down at my crotch. Considering all of the soul searching and introspection I’d been doing I would have figured my boner would have disappeared, but there it was, ready and waiting. Even thinking about cuddling and holding hands with Paige was enough to keep my stiffy. That definitely meant something.
Sitting up I pulled off my shirt and stripped off my pants. It was time for a little solo session. Maybe I could get my mind to focus if I got my body to calm the fuck down.
PAIGE
“You got another date?” Jules asked slyly as she lounged on my bed.
“It’s not a date.” I held up two shirts for her to choose from. One was a yellow t-shirt that was a little long and loose on me and the other was a green button up shirt that hung down to my knees.
“Really?” She looked between them and shook her head. “Neither.”
“My clothes suck.” I shoved both shirts back in my closet, taking care to put them back in their proper places, and sighed.
“Wear the pink one. The one with the cowl neck.”
“You think?” I pulled the shirt out and bit my lip as I looked at it.
The shirt was nice. It was nearly skin tight but because of the low cowl the material gathered around my stomach and hid everything I needed it to. It ended just south of my panties and the material had a slight shimmer to it.
“Definitely. Just put that white lace cami under it with a pair of black leggings and you’ll look great.”
“Thanks, Jules.”
“So, back to your date—”
“It’s not a date,” I interrupted as I pulled off my clothes and went to my dresser to get a push-up bra. I didn’t have all that much to work with, I might as well give the girls all the help they could get.
“Fine, your ‘not date’.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s Friday night and you’re going to hang out with him.”
“So? Friends hang out on Friday, it’s kind of a thing.”
“You’re agonizing over your outfit—”
“You’re the one who always told me I should put more effort into my looks.”
“You’re sleeping with him—”
“We had sex once.”
“You’re not messing around with anyone else.”
“He brought it up first.”
“I’m worried about you.”
I glanced at Jules and saw the concern in her eyes. “Why?”
“Because you’re a sweet, compassionate girl and you don’t have the kind of experience he does.”
“What does that mean?” I tossed my shirt aside and pulled on my bra.
“You’ve only been with one guy before, he’s slept with more chicks than he’ll ever admit to you.”
“So because I haven’t slept around, I can’t handle sleeping around?”
“You’re not sleeping around, you’re sleeping with your friend.”
“Yeah, one friend.”
“You’ve messed around with him, had sex with him, but has he ever seen you naked?”
I flushed and looked away.
“You like him. You’re friends with him and you want to be with him, so why won’t you just tell him?”
“I can’t.” I shook my head and pulled on my shirt. I needed to cover my stomach right now. Jules may have seen it countless times, but at that moment I needed to hide my shame.
“You said you trust him.”
“I do.”
“Then why won’t you trust him to see all of you.”
“Because then I’d have to tell him the truth, and I can’t.”
“Paige—”
“I can’t,” I cut her off. “Jules, I love you like you were my sister, but I can’t tell him, or show him.”
“Are you afraid of how he’ll react?”
“Not so much afraid.” I sighed and pulled on my leggings. “But worried.”
“Maybe he’ll—”
“Please, Jules, just drop it.”
“Fine, but how do you expect to keep sleeping with him and not have him see you naked?”
“Wardrobe choices.” I grinned. “As long as what I wear is easy access then I never have to take my top off.”
“I suppose.” She chuckled and leaned back on the bed. “I just hope this doesn’t blow up in your face.”
“You’ve had fuck buddies before, it’s never blow
n up on you.”
“Oh, it has. Trust me.” She shook her head ruefully. “But I’ve also done the nasty with a hell of a lot more guys than you. I learned how to separate sex and emotion.”
I sighed and came to sit with her on my bed. “I like him. He’s a great guy and we have a lot of fun. The sex was amazing, like beyond anything I could have imagined. What we have works, so why mess it up by adding a label.”
“And you could be happy with this?”
“I am happy with this.”
“As long as you’re happy.” She leaned in to give me a hug. “I’m going out tonight, so the place is yours if you need it.”
“Date?”
“Girls night.” She chucked me playfully on the shoulder. “I was going to invite you but you have a ‘not-a-date’ to go on.”
I stuck my tongue out at her, causing her to start laughing. Then she upped the ante by tickling me and that almost started an all-out war.
Jules really was like a sister to me, and I worried that she was right about everything.
* * * * *
“What is this place?” I looked over at Jay as he led me into our destination.
“It’s an arcade of sorts.” He grinned impishly at me.
“An arcade?”
“Of sorts.”
We stepped into what looked like a giant arcade, only instead of having just video games there were interactive games like whack-a-mole and things like table hockey and basketball shooting.
The only arcade I’d ever been in had held a small collection of video games and one pinball machine. This was more like an indoor carnival without rides or booths.
“You look intimidated.” He grinned and squeezed my hand.
“I’ve never really played video games before.”
“Let me guess, your parents wouldn’t let you because they didn’t think it was educational enough?”
“Pretty much.” I nodded as he started to lead me toward a huge display that was filled with things like stuffed animals, toys, candy, and even a few TV’s and game consoles. “What do those tags mean? There’s no way a stuffed teddy bear can be 100 dollars, not unless it comes to life at night and does my laundry for me.”