I slid my lips up and down his thick shaft, taking fractionally more of him into my mouth with each stroke. With his scrotum cupped in my hand, I sucked excitedly, eventually accepting him into my throat fully.
Hoping to see satisfaction in his eyes, I looked up. His head was tilted back and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
Desperate for his approval, I gripped his bare butt in my hands. I forced what little of him that remained past my willing lips and waited.
He drew an uneven breath and then met the gaze of my watering eyes.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
He reached for my head and pulled himself from my mouth.
My heart sank. “You didn’t like it?”
“I can’t fucking stand it,” he said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“You liked it?”
He guided me to my feet. “Loved it.”
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked at him wantonly, hoping that he’d somehow justify continuing our sexual adventure. I’d waited a lifetime for what I was poised to share, and I was afraid I could wait no longer.
I felt if he’d give himself to me, that we’d connect on a level that secured my presence in his life, and in his being.
A magical existence known only to those who truly belonged in each other’s lives. A feeling so difficult to define, that any combination of words would fall short of an accurate description. These were the things I was certain we would share afterward.
He lifted me from my feet and turned toward the bed. I sucked in a breath. He must have anticipated my desires, but it came as no real surprise. At times, it seemed he could read my thoughts.
I hoped this was one of those times.
I’m giving myself to you because I trust you.
Be careful with me, please.
You’re my first.
Chapter Thirty
P-Nut
She lifted her head from the pillow and fixed her blue eyes on mine. Filled with nervous anticipation, I proceeded cautiously, fearing I’d make a grave mistake. I wanted everything to be different than it had in the past. I desired perfection, but my previous exploits had been far from it, leaving me with little hope of a completely faultless approach.
I pulled her jeans down along her legs and past her feet. Her eyes gave warning of her concern, but I didn’t share the perception she had of herself. I saw her as innocent, kind, and beautiful.
I slid my fingers beneath her panties, pausing with my hands at the taught skin that covered her hip bones. As I pressed the tips of my thumbs against the sensitive flesh in the depression of her hips, she inhaled a sharp breath.
The back of her head fell onto the pillow.
I hooked my index fingers underneath the delicate fabric. After receiving no objection, I tugged gently, bringing the red lace with me as my hands slid the length of her thighs.
I dropped the panties beside the bed, and then inched my way between her legs, until my face was hovering over her waist.
She lifted her head and met my gaze.
“Spread your legs,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh God,” she muttered.
Her pleasure was my only concern. I buried my face between her legs, licked her precious pussy from bottom to top, and then flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.
She pulled the pillow from beneath her head and covered her face.
I looked up. “You like that, do you?”
An almost inaudible uh huh came from beneath the pillow.
“That’s good,” I said. “So do I.”
I continued licking her in the same fashion, from the bottom to the top, circling her clit for some time before beginning the process again. Her hips writhed in response, rising against my face until the pleasure was more than she could bear.
Ten minutes later, she tossed the pillow across the room.
With my tongue resting against her clit, I raised my head. “Is there a problem?”
She lifted her shoulders from the bed and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was irregular. “I think I’m going to die.”
“I want you to come first. Then you can die.”
“I think I did,” she muttered. “Maybe like a hundred times.”
“If I didn’t make you scream, it doesn’t count. You’ve got to scream when you come.”
“You want me to scream?”
“If it feels good, yeah.”
“It feels really good.”
I slid my hands underneath her ass cheeks, lifted her toward my mouth, and grinned.
The thought of her reaching orgasm from my tongue lifted me to a heightened state of arousal. I pressed my mouth hard against her mound, then buried my tongue deep inside her wetness. Her scent filled my nostrils, fueling me to bring her as much pleasure as I was able.
I slid a finger inside her, and then worked it in and out of her folds as I sucked her clit with precision. Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room.
I added another finger, sending her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked wildly, forcing her pussy against my face with each thrust.
My tongue danced around her swollen nub while I fingered her tight slit. She buried her fingers in my hair, and then gripped my head firmly. Her moaning became more pronounced. Then, her legs began to shake.
“Holy cow,” she gasped. “It’s…”
In and out my fingers slid. I rolled her clit between my tongue and upper lip, hoping to bring her into a climactic state she’d never known.
I wanted her to want me as strongly as I wanted her, and I was sure if I could give her a heightened state of pleasure, my chances of reaching that goal were realistic.
“Percy…”
“Percy…”
“Holy…”
Her hips pressed against my face, held their position for an instant, and then dropped onto the mattress.
She released my head, released a shuddering breath, and then her every muscle relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her.
“You weren’t very vocal,” I said. “Was it that bad?”
She lifted her head ever so slightly and then cocked a playful eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Loved. It.”
“Your pussy tastes like honey.”
“Stop it.”
“It does.”
“I’m uhhm. I’m glad you like it.”
I sat up, gripped my rigid cock in my hand, and grinned. “What do you think we should do with this?”
“I uhhm. I know what I’d like to do with it,” she said.
“Tell me.”
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I think we can arrange that.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Joey
Although I’d masturbated myself into somewhat of a frenzy on various occasions, I’d just experienced my first real orgasm. I had no idea if Percy licking my pussy was a one-time thing, or if was something he truly enjoyed, but I hoped like hell we could both experience it again in the future.
Filled with apprehension, I watched as he positioned himself between my legs. He lowered his chest to mine and kissed my neck.
I scrunched my shoulder against his face and giggled. “Oh, my God. That tickles so bad.”
“Good.”
He kissed me again. And, again. He kissed my chin. My cheek. He gave me a light peck on the lips, then lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“I want this to be special.”
Believe me, it will be.
“You’re special to me,” I said. “So, it can’t help but be special.”
“You’re pretty fucking special to me, too.”
I liked it that he tossed random cuss words into sentences where they didn’t necessarily belong. I often wondered if realized to what degree he did it, or if they simply slipped out without notice.
“I like it when you cuss. It’s sexy.”
H
is brow wrinkled. “Who’s cussing?”
I shrugged. “Never mind.”
“Dirty talk?” His voice had the enthusiasm of a lottery winner. “You like dirty talk?”
“I don’t know. I suppose.”
“We’ll save that for some other time,” he said. “Not tonight.”
“Okay.”
He swept my hair away from my face and kissed me. As our mouths parted, he bit into my lower lip.
It frightened me at first.
And then, I felt my pussy throb.
Do it again.
He kissed me softly.
“Uhhm. Bite my lip again?”
He grinned.
A series of kisses followed. Some were slight, while others were more aggressive. Mixed amidst them were playful bites to my upper and lower lips.
When he stopped, I could feel my heart beating between my legs. I was drenched.
He reached between my legs.
“You’re soaked.”
A sigh shot from my lungs. “Tell me about it.”
He arched his back, reached between his legs, and gripped himself in his right hand. The moment had arrived.
He rubbed the tip of his dick against the length of my wetness.
I let out my breath, and my eyes fell closed.
I felt slight pressure against my lower lips, and my eyes opened.
As he began to penetrate me, I sank my teeth into my lower lip. I was scared, excited, and hopeful all at the same time.
He pushed a little more.
I gasped.
And, a little more. I exhaled, and forced a smile. It wasn’t what I expected, at least not yet. It was painful, and I wondered if it was always going to be that way.
He continued, exercising care and caution. About the time I was going to ask him to stop, he did so on his own.
He looked right at me and raised both eyebrows. “Jesus. Your pussy is tight as fuck. My God.”
“You don’t like it?”
He coughed out a laugh. “Fuck. I love it.”
He retracted his hips, and withdrew himself from me slowly. I exhaled a sigh of relief, and then took another quick breath when he began to push himself inside me again.
It came a little easier that time. Even so, it was uncomfortable, and the pressure was intense. I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I couldn’t help but wonder what all the hype was about.
Deep within me, he paused.
He moved his hands to my boobs. He pinched each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As he twisted them lightly, he kneaded my breasts in his hands.
I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily.
Somehow, I must have relaxed. Either that, or something changed drastically.
During the mind-blowing nipple torture exercise, he withdrew once more, and then pushed himself right back in.
It felt heavenly.
Then, he did it again.
Oh. My. God.
I lifted my shoulders from the bed. I needed to see it.
I craned my neck and gazed between my legs. His entire length slid from within me, paused, and then disappeared deep inside.
I watched it twice, and then I couldn’t watch any more.
He pulled back his hips, and reached for his glistening dick. He rubbed the head of it against my clit feverishly. “You like watching me fuck you?”
My body trembled. I responded the best I was able. “Uh huh.”
He glanced between my legs. “Me too.”
“This feels…”
He pushed himself into me, taking my breath and my ability to speak at the same time.
“Your tight little pussy is going to be the death of me.”
His pace increased slightly, taking me to a place where words were no longer able to be used. My mind was a jumbled mess of sexual acts and sensual thoughts. He was fucking his way into my heart, I was sure of it. I could feel it.
With his fingers still on my nipples, my boobs clenched in his palms, and his dick deep inside of me, he leaned forward and lowered his face to mine.
The small change in dynamics caused the base of his dick to rub against my clit with each in stroke.
He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. It was the last straw. The tension that had been building inside of me quickly came to a head.
I felt myself clench his shaft from deep within. Then, I began to tingle from head to toe. I closed my eyes and then opened them.
I pulled my lips from his. “Am I supposed to…scream?”
He arched his back and nodded his head. His breathing became labored. He continued his pace. With each stroke, I felt like I was going to explode. Or implode. I had no idea, but I liked it.
Loved it.
And then.
My pussy got smaller. Or, he grew.
Or both.
“Oh. My. God!” I bellowed. “It’s…”
He let out a howl and squeezed my boobs firm in his hands.
“Fuck Yes!” he wailed.
I wasn’t one to cuss, but then again, what I was feeling was beyond incredible, and a common word wouldn’t do it justice.
“Fuck yes!” I shouted. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes!”
I exploded into a bajillion tiny bits of emotion just as he released inside of me. Incapable of anything but lying motionless, I did just that. He gave me two more strokes for good measure, sending me into a jittery series of spasms that were pretty incredible, too.
“Holy cow,” I said. “Now I know what all the hype’s about.”
He caught his breath and gave me a look. “The hype?”
Oh crap. I couldn’t believe I said it. I had no intention of telling him I was a virgin, at least not yet. I was sure at some point I would, but I didn’t want it to get in the way of us.
“Yeah,” I said. “The uhhm. The hype about boning a biker.”
He wrinkled his nose. “There’s hype about that?”
I nodded. “Lots of it.”
“Good or bad?”
“It’s all good.”
He clenched his fist and held it between us. “About the girl who’s stealing my heart.”
I grinned at the thought of not only having him fuck his way into my heart, but me fucking my way into his.
I pounded my fist into his.
Fuck yes.
Chapter Thirty-Two
P-Nut
I sat on the edge of the workbench in Smokey’s garage and tried express all the things that had transpired in my life over the last two months without sounding like a complete hypocrite.
Or a fool.
Smokey took a drink of his beer and then gave me a look. “Let me get this straight. Couple of months ago, I made mention of something like hey P-Nut, how old’s that neighbor girl? Your response was along the lines of how the fuck would I know, you dumb son-of-a-bitch? And then you said, even if I did, I wouldn’t fuck her, because I don’t dick kindergartners. Sound about right?”
“Didn’t call you a dumb son-of-a-bitch.”
“Semantics,” he said. “You get the gist of what I’m trying to say.”
“It’s the details that’ll get ya, Smoke.”
“Well, it was one thing then, and now she’s in the house talking to Sandy and Eddie while we’re out here drinking a beer and cussing. Just kind of shocking.”
“That’s why I’m here. I’m telling you so you can tell the rest of the fellas. You know, filter it to ‘em as you see fit. Cause if anyone says anything slick to me, I’ll bust ‘em in the fucking eye.”
“You want me to tell the fellas you’re hitched up with the neighbor girl?”
I hopped off the bench and shot him a glare. “She’s not the fucking neighbor girl, Smoke. She doesn’t live there anymore.”
“Better yet,” he said with a laugh. “You’re hitched up with the girl from Biggs Harley-Davidson, and she’s living with you? Is that what you want me to say?”
“Sure. Tell ‘em that. They’ll be
a bunch of jealous pricks. But, she ain’t the fucking neighbor girl.”
“I’m not your messenger.”
“You’re my best friend.”
“Sometimes you make me wonder about what’s between your ears, ‘Nut.”
“About ten pounds of fucking brain.”
“I have my doubts.”
He took another drink of his beer and then tossed the bottle in the trash. “So, how’d this happen, anyway?”
“None of your business. None of anyone’s business. Hers and mine, that’s it.”
“You fuck her yet?”
“No, but she gave me handy in the movie theatre.”
As he reached for another beer, he paused, and shot me a look. “No shit?”
“I was lying, Smoke. She ain’t yanked my rod, and even if she had, I wouldn’t tell you about it.”
“You’ve told me stories about your sordid past for fucking years. I swear, if you’ve told me one story, you’ve told me--”
I peered nervously over his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, Smoke. I’m not looking to have her hear you talk shit about me. The past is the past. Let’s forget about it.”
He shook his head and let out a laugh. “You’re telling me she’s the one?”
I raised my beer. “That’s what I said.”
“Craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“What the fuck’s crazy about it? Seen her every damned day for 8 years. She’s been helping me on my bike since she was a freshman in high school, and she probably knows more about Harleys than half the fucking MC. She rides without bitching, she can cook, she’s got a good head on her shoulders, she’s a hell of a lot of fun to be with, she’s fucking intelligent, and she ain’t got a bunch of hang-ups or issues. Nothing crazy about that.”
“I guess you got a jump start on things. You’re right. You’ve known her for a bit.” He twisted the lid off his beer, took a drink, and looked at me. “Do you trust her?”
“Would I be with her if I didn’t?”
“Do you trust her?”
“You heard me.”
“I’ll ask you again. Do you trust her?”
I did. But, it wasn’t easy saying it.
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