“Well, only one.”
“You’ve only had one, he’s never had one. There’s not that big of a difference, sunshine.” He taps my leg. “I’ve known him for years, since we were kids. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. He’s trying to put up a front because he doesn’t want you to hurt him in the end. He feels like he’s not good enough for you. Give him a chance. You’ll see he’s worth the risk.”
My eyes flicker over to Zeth with Rose. His head is thrown back. He’s laughing as she pours a bucket full of sand over his head. He grabs the bucket from her and fills it up with water. She tries to take off from him, but he snatches her up and spills it over her head. Rose’s face lights up and she squeals with excitement.
“And thanks for letting us stay at your place,” he adds. “I hope you come visit us in Cali sometime. You’re always welcome.”
I look down and start running sand in between my fingers. “I’d like that.”
I shut my eyes, thoughts of having a family with Zeth trailing through my mind. My stomach flutters. I know it’s never going to happen. He doesn’t want anything like that with me. He’s using me while he’s here, and then I’ll be left alone, trying to find someone who makes me feel like he does. Someone who lets me be myself, doesn’t judge me, and makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.
***
“Come on,” I tell Zeth, flashing him a flirty smile. “I want to show you something.”
I grab his hand in mine, trying to use all of my strength to pull him up the stairs. He laughs at my sad attempt and starts to follow me. I try my hardest to do a seductive style walk down the hallway, but I’m not sure how sensuous I actually look. I’ve never been one of those girls who ooze sex appeal.
“Your bedroom?” He asks, stopping in the doorway.
I drop his hand and walk backwards. “I want you to fuck me in here.” His dark eyes radiate. “In my bed.”
He rubs his head. “I thought we were going to think outside the box, sunshine? Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than willing to fuck the shit out of you in here, but I also want you to open yourself up to new things.”
“I’ve never had sex with anyone in my bed. I’ve always been too terrified to bring Cam up here. I think it’s about time I see how this thing holds up.” I walk across the room and plop down on my bed. “Don’t you think?”
“I think you’re a fucking genius,” he says. “What do you want your lesson to be today?”
I spread my legs as a show. “I’m thinking oral?” I say, holding my finger to the corner of my lips.
Eagerness flickers in his eyes. “Oral? That sounds like a perfect plan for today’s study session.”
His gaze drifts to my mouth. I scoot back, telling him to come closer, and he climbs onto my bed. He captures my lips with his and slips his tongue into my mouth.
I push his chest and he falls back. I move up to my knees, not wasting any time in unzipping his jeans. I need to see him, to taste him.
“What are you doing to do with me, baby?” He asks. His eyes focus on me dragging his jeans down his legs.
“I told you, oral,” I answer.
I squeeze my thighs together when I see his bulging erection fall right in front of my face. I tremble with need. The last time I took him inside my mouth, I was clueless on what to do. But he eased me into it, seeming to like it by the growls escaping his throat. I want to watch him come apart like he does me and get off in my mouth.
“Don’t fucking call it oral, Addison,” he says, stopping my mouth from moving towards him. “Tell me you’re going to suck my cock.”
I pull in a deep breath. “I’m going to suck your cock,” I say, articulating each word.
“Then get to it,” he says. I take his cock in my hand, pump it up and down, and feel exhilarated at the feel of him hardening between my fingers. I swallow hard, my mouth watering, and take him in my mouth. “Suck me good,” he adds.
“How do you like it?”
“Use those plump lips, moving them up and down my cock, but no teeth. And don’t forget about my balls.”
I’ve done this a few times with Cam. It was terrible. I wasn’t giving it up to him yet, so he’d practically shove his cock down my throat. Eventually, I detested it so much that I let him take my virginity.
He pulls in a deep breath through clenched teeth when I lick his swollen tip that’s begging for attention. “You’re going to enjoy sucking me, I promise. And if you do it good, I’ll return the favor by licking your pussy until you soak my tongue,” he says.
Holy shit. My panties just flooded.
I focus on working his cock in my mouth, taking tips from him on how he likes it. I’m surprised on how much I’m enjoying this. It’s unbelievable how much licking his delicious cock is turning me on.
I put more work into it when I notice his breathing grow heavier. I glance up and notice beads of sweat dripping around his hairline. He’s going to get off. I want him to do it in my mouth. I want to know what he tastes like.
I feel a slight pain as he snags my hair, dragging his fingers into my scalp, and pulls me away from him as I try to fight back. I sigh, and push him back when he releases me.
“What the hell?” I say, slamming my hand into his thigh. “Why do you keep stopping me?”
“Because I’m not fucking busting in your mouth.”
“And why not? I want to taste you.”
“Because I want to feel your pussy. If I go in your mouth, it’ll take me a few minutes to get back up. I’m not wasting any time here. I’ll let you taste my cum another time, but it’s not happening right now.”
“Oh.” The word pops out of my mouth and I feel stupid.
A rush of shock smacks into my chest when he yanks my legs up in the air. He doesn’t give me a heads up before dipping his head in between my thighs. My nerves tick as he devours me, slipping his tongue in and out of my heat quickly. I can feel the sensations running through my body everywhere, shooting straight to my core.
He gets me off once… twice … or three times … I can’t keep up. His tongue feels amazing. He’s an expert at this.
I don’t have to remind him to put a condom on. He slides into me and I feel more alive than ever. I’m burning with arousal and thrill. He sets the pace, his sweaty body hoisted above mine, while he pounds into me over and over again. His hands grip my ankles and my muscles burn as he rests them on top of his shoulders.
I stare at him. His eyes move down, focusing in between my legs. I rise up to see what he’s looking at and lose my breath. The sight of him driving in and out of me is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
The slapping of our bodies and our loud moans takes over my bedroom.
“Do I feel better than him?” He asks, slamming into me harder, his voice tight. I don’t answer him. I can’t answer him. “Does my cock feel better than his?” He yells out, getting rougher.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Then fucking tell me.” His eyes are heated, ready to set me on fire.
“It feels better … so much better … you fuck me so much better.” My breaths are coming out in spasms, my heart is beating like I’m on a roller coaster, and I’m close to letting it all go.
“Fuck yes.”
He picks up his pace. More thrusts, more moans, more sensations. I never want this to end. My headboard is smacking into my wall, my bed creaking with every drive of his cock, but I don’t care if anyone hears. This is what I’ve seen in movies. This is what it’s like to have sex right, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
He keeps slamming into me until I come apart, yelling out to my ceiling, and catching my breath. I hold my legs up higher, giving him that extra push, until he grunts out his release.
“We were very … vocal.” I say, when he gets out of the bed. He pulls the condom off his cock and throws it into the trashcan by my desk.
“Vocal is good. It’s nice to know how a girl likes it, how good she thinks your dick feels inside
of you, and how much she wants more of you. Did you not like it when I told you how good your pussy felt?”
“I loved it,” I rush out, before even thinking and sounding way to school-girl-ish. “I mean …”
He grins. “You loved it, don’t try to retract now.”
16. ZETH
She looks nervous. Her nervousness makes me nervous.
“You got something to say?” I ask. I’ve never been one with patience.
I hold myself up with my arm and drink her in. She’s sprawled out underneath me, her hair spilled across her pillow. My spine tingles. She looks breathtaking. She’s staring up at me with lustful eyes, her mouth-watering body only covered by a thin, white sheet.
We’re recuperating, regaining our energy, from another round. She is far from being a bore in bed. No, the girl fucking loves sex. It was her boyfriend. The dumbass missed out on something good.
I play with the tips of my fingers. I can’t believe they’ve had the pleasure of touching her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. The finest taste I’ve ever savored.
I shut my eyes and inhale the pleasant scent of sex lingering through her bedroom.
“Do you want to sleep in here?” She asks, practically stuttering out her words.
I scratch my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
A heavy sigh falls from her mouth. I can see the disappointment on her face. I can’t stay the night with her. This is only momentary. We both need to remember that. I’m not her boyfriend. I’m not going to marry her. We aren’t going to do any of that romantic shit here. It’s a fling, a summer affair, and then we’ll both go our separate ways.
“I talked to my mom earlier,” she goes on. “You don’t have to worry about them coming home and walking in on us.”
Her fingers feel hot roaming along my chest. She’s anxiously waiting for my answer. If I say yes, we’re taking a big risk. Quickies are safer than a full night thing.
“What about Sally?”
I don’t think she’ll say anything, but you’ll never know. Her job would be on the line.
“She’s taking a few days off. We’re fine,” she says, slapping my arm playfully. “So stop being all paranoid.”
I lean down to grab a pillow at the foot of the bed. I smack my hand against it a few times and make myself comfortable. “I guess I’m all yours then, princess,” I say, caving.
I can’t say no to her. If I did get up and leave, I’d be laying in bed all night pissed at myself that I’m not with her. I wind my arm around her curvy waist and pull her into my side. “And fuck, this bed is comfortable. They got my ass on bricks down there. We’re trading.”
She laughs and slides onto her back, still in my arms. “I like your friend,” she says.
“Yeah, I don’t really feel like talking about Kelton while I’m laying naked in bed with you,” I mutter. “There are so many other things we could be talking about or doing.”
“How long have you guys known each other?” She asks, ignoring me.
“Since fifth grade. He’s had my back. I’ve always had his.”
“And Rose, she loves you. You’re going to make a great dad someday.”
I square up my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m not planning on that ever happening.”
“You don’t want to have kids?”
“No,” I say, stolidity.
If something happens to Kelton, sure I’d take Rose in, but I’m never having my own children.
She’s expressionless. “Why not?”
“Kids aren’t my thing.”
Her eyebrows furrow together, her swollen lips pouting. “Did you not hear me say Rose loves you?”
“I’m not going to be a sucky dad like the one I have.”
“You’d be a good dad,” she corrects, sure of herself.
“Just drop it, okay,” I say, raising my voice and startling her. I blow out a noisy breath and look away from her.
She lifts herself up and pulls my face towards her. Her deep-set eyes focus on me. “Damn, why all the attitude? Don’t be pissed because I’m telling you the truth.”
I press my lips onto her cheek and give her a faint smile. “It’s a sensitive subject.”
“Okay, sorry,” she says, quietly.
I blow out another breath. She falls back down next to me and goes silent. I pause, struggling to find the right words and fighting with myself on whether to tell her. We’re not supposed to get this close, this personal. Sure, my cock has been inside of her, but it’s harder to share words with someone than it is to share my dick.
“I fucked this chick when we were both seventeen,” I tell her. Her eyes dart up to look at me. “I borrowed a condom from Kelton, some cheap ass one, and it broke. She got pregnant and had an abortion without telling me. I only found out months later because her friend got pissed off at her and told me. No one knows this. Not even Kelton.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, resting her head on my chest.
“I never got that choice. My dad wanted me to be aborted. He wouldn’t even think of having a child. But here I was, pissed off that she didn’t give me a choice to save my kid.” I’m trying to hide my disappointment. It was for the better. “I guess that’s a sign it’s not meant to be. That I’ll be a bad dad.”
“Or a sign that she’s a bitch for not even asking you if you wanted to keep the baby.” She takes a deep breath. “My period was late once,” she whispers. “Right after I started having sex with Cam. I wasn’t on birth control yet. I called him freaking out. He immediately told me we were going to the abortion clinic in another town, no questions asked. Like your mom, I told him I’d never do that, and he said he’d dump me if I didn’t. Lucky for me, I got my period three days later. Cam apologized, saying he wasn’t thinking straight and would never leave me.”
“Another sign that he’s a fucking asshole.”
She laughs. “At least I found out early.”
“So what’s up with the doves?” I ask. She hides her face, like she’s embarrassed. “And here I thought you wouldn’t even know where a tattoo shop is, you little sneak.”
“I got them on my eighteenth birthday. I wanted to do something rebellious,” she says, shaking her head. “Oh God, that sounds so stupid.”
“You wouldn’t believe how many people come in on their eighteenth birthday.” And as bad as it sounds, their tattoo ideas are usually cliché as fuck. They want what everyone has. YOLO, Chinese symbols, their lover’s name. Then they’ll regret them five years down the road and pay more money to have them removed or a cover up.
“I got them to remind me that I’d be free on my own one day,” she says, biting the edge of her lip. “Doves are beautiful, they’re free, and there’s just something about them.”
“They’re like you,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful. You’re free. You’re pure spirited.”
17. ZETH
I wake up to breakfast in bed. I straighten myself up, rubbing my eyes, and she places a tray on my lap.
“Fuck babe,” I say, not able to control the grin on my face. “You know how to spoil a guy.”
She shrugs. “You’re helping me out. It’s the least I can do.”
She’s standing at the side of the bed looking delectable. I’m tempted to throw this tray off my lap and replace it with her. I can make out the outline of her nipples through her thin, pink tank top. Another pair of those small ass shorts she always seems to be sporting when I’m around covers her pussy. She’s trying to torture me.
“You’re letting me eat your pussy, that’s plenty.” I scoop up a bite of French toast smothered in strawberry syrup and shove it in my mouth. “But this is actually pretty good.”
She twirls a loose, blonde curl behind her ear. “Were you doubting my breakfast making skills? Unlike my sex skills, they’re pristine.”
I throw my head back. “First off, your sex skills are phenomenal. In my defense on your cooking, you have someone make you breakfast daily.” She gives
me an annoyed look. “Now get your ass up here so I can share.”
I feed her half my breakfast, and make sure I lick every drip of sweet syrup off her face. We spend three hours in her bed. I’ve never spent time or hung out in a chick’s bed before. I’ve also never watched two annoying ass chick-flicks back to back before, either. Never had a girl snuggle up to my side, wrap herself in my arms, and explain why The Notebook is the saddest movies in the history of romantic movies. In my opinion, it’s the most boring movie I’ve ever seen.
“There’s another thing I’ve been wanting to do,” she says, rising up when the last movie ends.
“You name it, babe.” I stretch my arms out.
“I want to go skinny dipping.”
My dick instantly stirs to life. Her ass bounces when she jumps out of her bed and opens up a drawer. I keep my eyes glued to her as she starts pulling out shit.
“Whoa whoa,” I say, stopping her. “What the hell are you doing?”
She looks at me with confusion. “Uh … changing into my bikini.”
I shake my head at her. “Nu uh, babe. We’re going skinny-dipping. That means your sexy ass is going to be naked.”
Her face falls. “Oh.”
I scrunch my face up. “Yeah, oh. We’re not taking more time than necessary. You’re going to walk your pretty ass down the stairs, grab a few towels, and then strip down by the pool. You’re then going to jump in and I’ll be right there behind you. After that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Alright then,” she says slowly. She crams the suit back into the drawer and slams it shut. I click the tip of my tongue, my mouth watering, as I watch her. She throws her hand down and then back up, focusing on me. “You better get to stripping, too. I want to see that naked ass jumping in right beside me.”
She’s testing me. The little firecracker is trying to give me a taste of my own medicine. I pull myself out of bed, pull on the hem of my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles.
“You happy, princess?” I ask. Her blue eyes fall down to my cock, dangling there in front of her. It instantly springs to life. I point towards the door. “After you.”
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