“Uh huh.” He reaches for the snap on his jeans and undoes it, getting rid of them in seconds. Not sure when he took off his shoes, but it doesn’t matter.
He’s standing before me in just his boxer briefs, and it’s a glorious sight. Especially the way his cock strains against the black fabric.
“Want me to be honest?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say with a nod.
“I’m worried the second I get inside you, I’ll come.” His gaze sweeps over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My heart constricts at his confession and the compliment. “I can help with that. Get over here.” I pat the empty space on the mattress beside me.
He joins me, crawling onto the bed. Crawling over me, until his face is in front of mine and our bodies are lined up perfectly. “Like this?” he whispers, just before he kisses me.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me, needing the warmth. The weight. He’s deliciously heavy and I wind my legs around his, rubbing the heel of my foot against the back of his hairy calf. I noticed he has a little bit of hair on his chest too, and there was a dark trail of it that led from the bottom of his navel to beneath his boxer briefs.
I want to follow that trail with my tongue. I want to do all sorts of things to him.
All of them deliciously dirty.
Nineteen
Tony
Maybe it was a mistake, being honest with Hayden. Yes, I’ve done a lot with other girls, even Sophie. Even Hayden. Pretty much everything you can think of sexually—except for that one thing. I’ve never really felt like a virgin before until this very moment, when I confessed I actually was.
Dumb, right? It’s no big deal. I’m only eighteen. But then again, it’s a huge deal, because I have no idea what it feels like to sink inside a woman and fuck her. To come inside her—come inside a condom, whatever. I’ve fingered girls. I’ve gone down on one. I’ve received a couple of blow jobs. I’ve been given hand jobs. I’ve grinded and dry humped a few too.
But yeah. Never the real deal. And here is Hayden, with far more sexual experience than me, and a confidence that I can’t help but find incredibly attractive. She’s unlike any girl I’ve ever been with before.
There’s the difference. I need to stop thinking of her as a girl. She’s a woman. She’s a twenty-year-old woman who is the sexiest thing ever, and I can’t wait to see what she’s going to do to help me with my potential lack of control.
Shifting, I try to keep my weight off of her so I don’t crush her into the mattress. But she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s wound herself all around me, and when our lips meet in a hungry kiss, she somehow uses her strength and rolls us on our sides so that we’re facing each other, our mouths still fused. Our hands still busy. Her legs clamp around my hips and then she’s moving us yet again, so now she’s on top of me and I’m lying flat on my back.
I might’ve also gone willingly. No surprise.
She breaks the kiss and rises above me, resting her hands on my chest, her gaze warm as she studies me. “Last Saturday wasn’t your first blow job, was it? I wasn’t even giving you my best.”
Damn. If that wasn’t her best, I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me tonight.
I slowly shake my head, reaching for her. She bats my hands away. “I want to touch you.”
“Nope.” Hayden circles her hips, rubbing herself against my cock. My eyes almost cross, it feels so good. “This is all about you right now.”
Grinning, I cross my arms behind my head, as if I have all the time in the world. “Can’t wait.”
“Get ready for me to rock your world,” she says with a laugh.
I laugh too. I love her confidence. The things she says, the way she acts. Hanging out with her and Gracie tonight offered me a glimpse of another side of Hayden. She loves her friend and is very protective of her. She knows how to have fun, dancing and moving to the awful music Bat’s Cave was playing. She tolerated Caleb and his big mouth, which is huge. I think most people would’ve told him to fuck off like Gracie did, but Hayden never said a word to Caleb. Half the time she was laughing at everything he said.
I appreciate that. He’s one of my oldest, closest friends. And I like Gracie too. We all get along. This is a good thing. I can envision us hanging out again. I can also see Hayden and I eventually becoming a couple, just like Diego and Jocelyn. Jake and Hannah. Eli and Ava…
I’m totally getting ahead of myself. Maybe it’s not that I don’t believe in relationships, more like I’m scared of them. Because guess what?
They’re fucking scary. I’ve been burned before. I’ve witnessed my parents’ messed up marriage. They would scare anyone.
But I shouldn’t be thinking about any of that right now. I need to focus on Hayden, running her mouth down the length of my neck. She’s kissing my collarbone. My chest. She’s got her hand pressed against my dick, cupping it. Squeezing it. Her lips come closer and closer to one of my nipples and when she lightly bites it, I actually yelp.
She laughs as she tongues my flesh to soothe the sting.
As she shifts lower, I can’t help but spear my hand in her hair, the silky strands clinging to my fingers. She grabs hold of my boxer briefs and tugs them down. I lift my hips to help and she pulls away, yanking them completely off. And when she returns, she rains kisses on the inside of one thigh, then the other. My eyes fall closed as I savor the moment, anticipation racing through me as I wait for her mouth to touch my dick.
She teases and torments and finally, finally her lips lightly touch my balls. She tongues the base of my cock, then runs it up the length of me, like I’m a fucking popsicle.
A jolt runs through me and I groan when her mouth wraps around the head, her lips tightening as she begins to suck. I crack open my eyes to find she’s already watching me, and fuck me if that isn’t hot. She releases my cock with an audible pop, her tongue swirling, catching drops of pre-come in the slit.
Fuuuuck.
“Feels good?” she asks, her voice sultry.
Damn, guess I said that out loud.
I nod, my “yeah” a rasp scraping my throat.
Thank fuck I didn’t turn off the lamp so I can watch this show she’s putting on for me.
Her fingers fist around the base of my cock and she continues to suck and lick. My eyes are glued to her every movement, noting the way she hums against my flesh, the vibration an added bonus. The slurping sounds she makes. She drags her tongue up and down the length of me before she wraps those lips around my cock once more, practically swallowing me whole. I bump the back of her throat and she gags a little, but she’s a fucking champ because she keeps doing it.
Keeps sucking me down, her tongue in constant movement, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me deep.
I thrust my fingers into her hair again, holding her steady as I lift my hips and basically fuck her mouth. She lets me, keeping pace with my movements, her moans growing louder. Caleb’s in the next room over but let that fucker hear.
How many times have I heard him with a girl since we’ve moved in together? Too many to mention.
Her hand grips me tightly as she continues sucking and licking me. I’m getting closer. There’s that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. The rush of sensation gathering in my balls. As if she knows, her other hand cups them. Squeezes them. Massages them and another fuck drops from my lips as I arch into her mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, but she doesn’t move.
She actually picks up the pace.
And then I am coming, shooting straight into her mouth. Pretty sure she swallowed, but she also pulls away, jacking me with her right hand as another stream of come shoots out of me, spilling all over her fingers. I’m shuddering, groaning loudly as she wrenches every last drop out of me.
Until I collapse on the bed, exhausted. Overcome.
She slides along my body until her face is in mine and I open my eyes to find her smiling at me.
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nbsp; “That was hot,” she murmurs as she drops a kiss on my lips. I can taste myself, and she’s right.
It was so fucking hot.
I kiss her deep until she pulls away, climbing off the bed completely. “Be right back,” she calls as she makes her way to the connecting bathroom. I hear the tap turn on and assume she’s washing her hands.
I lie there in a daze, reaching down to touch my dick. It’s still semi-hard, sticky with come, and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me.
She just drained me dry and I still feel like I could come again at any second.
Hayden returns to the bedroom and lies down beside me, plastering her body to mine and draping her leg across my thighs. “Your dick is huge.”
I bark out a laugh. “Are you trying to give me an ego boost?”
“I’m being honest.” She drifts her fingers across my stomach, her touch making the muscles jump. “You have an amazing body.”
“Thanks. I work out a lot.” I close my eyes. Wrap my arms around her shoulders, savoring the moment. Satisfaction fills me and I could probably fall asleep right now, I’m so content.
“You going to show off your moves now?” she asks as her hand skims downward and she’s cupping my junk.
My dick rises to the occasion. “You want me to?”
She laughs. “Duh.”
“I might not be as skilled as you.”
“It’s not like I’ve sucked a ton of dicks, Tony,” she says dryly.
“I never said you did.” I open my eyes and gaze down at her. “Did I sound like an asshole just now?”
“No. I just—” She sighs and ducks her head. “Sometimes I wonder if people judge me for my attitude about sex.”
“I’m not judging you,” I say, stroking her shoulder with my fingers.
“I know you’re not. You’re benefiting from the experience.” She sounds amused, and it fills me with relief. I don’t want her thinking I look down on her for her sexual experience. I don’t care who she’s been with in the past. None of that matters because right now…
She’s with me.
“I was afraid you’d judge me for my inexperience,” I admit.
“There’s nothing for me to judge yet. You haven’t shown me your skills. They’re supposed to be made up of things I’ve never seen,” she says lightly.
I know she’s throwing my words back at me, and I’m not sure how she can keep a straight face. I was a punk asshole when I said that to her a few weeks ago. “After what you did to me, I’m not sure if I can measure up.”
“Enthusiasm makes up for any lack of experience. That’s the first thing you should know,” she says.
“Good advice.” I give her shoulders a squeeze.
“And just for the record, I was really, really enthusiastic a few minutes ago,” she says, making me laugh.
“Looks like I’ll have to return the favor,” I say with a sigh, acting like it’s a burden.
It’s definitely not.
I kiss her. We’re all tongues and heated breath, and I break away, following the same path she took on me. I cover her throat in kisses. Suck on the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. Press my mouth across her collarbone, her chest, the gentle slope of her breasts. I spend more time there, licking and biting her soft flesh, drawing circles with my tongue around one nipple, then the other, back and forth.
When I suck a nipple deep into my mouth, she moans, her hands cupping the back of my head, holding me there, her legs restless, rubbing against me.
Hayden really likes having her nipples sucked. Noted.
I shift lower, my mouth on her trembling stomach. I dip my tongue in her belly button, making her giggle. Kiss the spot just beneath it. Somehow she got rid of her panties, and I can smell her musky, aroused scent. I slide my hand over the light tangle of pubic hair, cupping her. She’s hot. I can feel the heat curl around my hand, my fingers.
She moans my name and lifts her hips, indicating she wants more. I give it to her, sinking two fingers between her lower lips, encountering nothing but wet, soft skin. I carefully stroke, searching, finding the nub of flesh at the top of her pussy and I press my thumb against it.
“You’re a quick study,” she says on a gasp and I smile, pleased.
Shifting, I remove my hand from her and rearrange myself so I’m face to pussy. She’s got a landing strip of light brown hair covering it, but also revealing pretty much everything too, and I can’t help but think it’s incredibly sexy. I press my hands on the inside of her soft thighs and spread them apart slowly, revealing her completely to me.
Pink. Glistening. Beautiful.
I glance up to find she’s watching me, her eyes wide, her teeth sunk into her lower lip so deep it looks painful. Her face is tense and I swear her chest barely moves. Like she’s not even breathing.
I’m making her crazy, I realize. She wants my mouth on her so badly, she actually whimpers.
I lower my head slowly, brushing my lips against her as she lifts her hips.
We don’t look away from each other.
Sneaking my tongue out, I lick. It’s featherlight. A ghost of a touch. Her taste lingers on my tongue, making me want more and I lick again. Deeper this time.
“Oh God.” She chokes out the two words and I map all that glistening flesh with my tongue, leaving no spot untouched. I’m everywhere, my nose buried against her as I thrust my tongue inside.
I search her folds, draw them between my lips and suck. I tongue fuck her again, then replace it with a finger. Another one. Until I’m sucking and licking and fucking her with bent fingers, trying to find that elusive G-spot. I might’ve done some Google searching in the last few days and studied some diagrams.
I want to learn how to please my woman, so sue me.
It’s when I latch my lips around her clit that her entire body jolts, and I can feel her straining. Reaching for it.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, and I keep doing what I was already doing, not wanting to break the spell, desperate to keep up the same, steady pace. I would be so pissed at myself if I ruined this moment for her.
She made me come harder than I ever have in my life only a few minutes ago. I’d like to return the favor.
Hayden lifts her hips, mashing her pussy in my face and I lick. Sucking deeper, until I feel her shiver and shake against my mouth. She’s coming, low moans falling from her lips, her hips gyrating, her fingers gripping my hair so hard, I’m worried she might pull it out of my scalp. It’s kind of intense, her orgasm. My cock grows hard just feeling it and when I open my eyes to watch her, I grow even harder.
Fuck me, making a woman come with your mouth is hot.
“Oh God.” She collapses on the mattress heavily, slinging her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I remain where I’m at, my mouth gentling, and I drop a couple of kisses on her still quivering flesh. She shivers, turning away from me slightly and a smile curves her lips.
“Sensitive,” she murmurs.
I pull away completely, sliding up the bed so I’m right beside her. She curls into me, her back to my front, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her there. She slowly comes down, her breaths becoming even, her body relaxing against mine.
“How were my moves?” I finally ask.
She laughs. Wiggles her butt against my dick, which makes me twitch. “Excellent. I’d guess you’ve done this before.”
Is it weird that we’re talking about past experiences? Maybe. But I like how open we are with each other. “Never with you.”
“True.” She tilts her head forward and I take advantage, kissing her neck. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“I followed your cues. You gave me some instruction.”
“See, and that’s the key. I don’t know why so many guys can’t get that right.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I make it sound like I’m talking about all these guys I’ve been with, when that’s not the case. My friends and I are always comparing notes.”
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nbsp; “I’m not judging you.”
“I know. I just want to be open with you.” She turns so she’s facing me, and I study her face. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink and her eyes are extra bright. She’s gorgeous. “I’m big on being body and sex positive. Too many people cloak sex as this sort of shameful, secret act, when it’s a purely natural function of the human body, you know?”
“So clinical,” I tell her, brushing the hair away from her forehead.
She smiles. “There’s more to it, I agree, but we shouldn’t be ashamed of our body’s desires.”
I slowly thrust against her, letting her feel what she does to me. “My body still desires you,” I say seriously.
A giggle escapes her and she winds her legs around mine. “Same.”
Leaning down, I kiss her. “Is this going to ruin our friendship?”
She becomes quiet. “I think we’ve already gone too far,” she finally murmurs.
“This was always beyond friendship for me,” I tell her.
She’s quiet even longer this time. To the point I start to regret what I just said. “Me too. I just—I didn’t want to admit it. To you. To myself.”
I touch her hair. Slip my hand between us to touch her between her legs. She’s still so wet. Hot. “I want you.”
Hayden nods. “I want you too.”
“We do this, and I’m more than just your friend, Hayden.” I begin to stroke her, and she sucks in a harsh breath.
“O-okay.”
I roll her over so I’m on top and she opens her eyes when I don’t move, her brows lowering. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.” Savoring this moment. Studying every detail so I don’t forget the night I had sex for the first time with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
Twenty
Hayden
Tony grabs a condom from the new box and slips it on, me watching in quiet fascination the entire time. We kissed and touched. Rubbed against each other until it started getting into what I call the danger zone and I asked him to put on a condom. You know that point where he’s rubbing his cock against you, and every once in a while, it kind of slips in. Like oops, look what I did?
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