“I can give you a ride if you need one,” Tucker slides into the conversation. “I only had one beer, and that was hours ago,” he tells them, and I know he’s not lying.
“I’m good. I only had two drinks all night and a few glasses of water. I can get myself home, but thanks for the offer,” Lindsay tells him as she turns in his direction and smiles up at him. I know my best friend well enough to know that he’s digging her and wants so bad to make a move; he just hasn’t made it happen yet.
“Okay,” he concedes.
“Be safe, y’all. And don’t do anything stupid,” Lindsay says, turning her sights on Allison and me.
“Yeah, wrap that shit up,” Tucker says before slapping me on the back. I take that as our cue to exit stage left and get the hell out of this bar.
It doesn’t take long before we’re in my truck and on our way to my place.
I reach over in the dark cab of my truck and find Allison’s warm thigh. My hand fits perfectly over it, almost as if it was made for me. She rests her hand over mine, drawing small circles on the back of my hand with her fingertips.
The ride to my place is silent, except for the old country music coming from the speakers. The way Tim McGraw croons on about not taking the girl from him. Brings back memories from my childhood and listening to this song.
I pull into my driveway, parking the truck outside of my garage. I have it filled with some wood I’m using to make my mom some things she’s asked for. I kill the engine, then give Allison’s thigh a squeeze before I open my door and hop out. I’ve almost made it around to the passenger side when she pops the door open and slides out.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as we stand outside, staring at one another. The moon and stars are out tonight, as is a brisk chill in the air. I shiver as the cold pushes past my thin layers of clothing. “Let’s get inside where it isn’t so damn cold,” I suggest. I slide my hand into hers, and sparks shoot straight up my arm from our contact.
She walks beside me as we make our way inside my house. I flip on the lights as soon as we enter the front door. Once Allison is inside, I close the door behind us, flipping the deadbolt out of habit.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask, my manners not getting far from me.
“Sure, what do you have?” she asks, and I detect a hint of nerves.
“Water, beer, maybe some juice, and a pop or two,” I tell her as I make my way into the kitchen and open the fridge.
“Pop or water is fine,” she says, following me.
I grab her a Dr Pepper, popping the top before I hand it over. I reach back into the fridge and grab a bottle of water for myself.
I lean against the counter, facing Allison as she stands just inside the doorway of the kitchen. I drink her in, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She’s always been sexy to me. The quintessential girl next door with the natural beauty. She looks just as good with her hair up in a messy bun and no makeup as she does when she’s all dressed up and ready to hit the town. I swear she never had an awkward adolescent stage like most of us had.
Allison steps to the side, leaning against the doorframe, and mirrors my stance. We’re now in a staring contest. The air between us practically crackles with the sexual tension. We’ve been dancing around this for months, years if you want to go all the way back to high school, when my attraction for this woman really started.
“Why are you standing all the way over there?” she finally asks, taking a sip of her pop.
“I thought you might back out for a moment there. I was just trying to give you some space if you needed it,” I tell her as I set my water down on the counter. I quickly close the few feet of distance between the two of us. I stop only once I’m inches from her, the palms of my hands resting against the wall behind her as I box her in.
I tower over her by a few inches, and with us this close, she has to crane her neck to look up at me. I smirk as I tilt my head down, bringing our lips close enough they’re almost touching.
“Tell me what you want tonight,” I request. “I need to know your boundaries,” I add before she can reply.
“My-my boundaries?” she questions, but I don’t miss the flash of heat in her eyes. Her mind went straight to the gutter, and I’m here for that kind of thing. “Do you mean, like, kinky shit?” She scrunches her nose up.
I can’t help but laugh at her question. “Maybe, but mostly what you’re hoping will happen tonight. What is on the table, and what’s a no-go. I don’t want either of us to be on different pages,” I tell her honestly. I always make sure women know the score before anything happens. I’m a one-night kind of guy. I’ll rock their world as much as they can manage, that one night, but that’s where it ends. I’m not a seconds kind of guy, usually.
“I’m here for you to fuck me, Lee. I thought that was pretty clear when I agreed to come home with you.”
I puff out a breath in a half bark of laughter at her crass words. If there is anything that Allison does well, it is not beat around the bush. She’s as straightforward as they come.
“Do you like blindfolds? Silk ties?” I ask, as I’m curious how spicy or vanilla she likes things.
“I’ve never tried them,” she says, and I don’t miss the hint of redness in her cheeks as they blush. “But I’d be interested in trying them sometime. With the right partner, that is. One I know that I can trust with my life,” she quickly adds.
“Kink play definitely comes with a high level of trust. From both partners involved.”
“I can only imagine,” she muses. “So, does that mean that you like those types of things?” she asks.
“Yes, but I don’t use them often. As I said, they require a high level of trust, and you don’t get that with one-night stands very often.”
“Maybe we can change that,” she says before pushing up on her toes slightly and bringing our lips together.
I deepen the kiss, pinning her against the wall, our bodies flush together. Her hands are all over my chest, back, arms. I hike one of her legs over my hip, allowing me to grind against her center in the most delicious way. Finding a little friction for my hardening cock. I can feel her heat, even with all the fabric between us.
I bring a hand up to her breasts, tweaking a nipple through the fabric and pulling a moan from her. I swallow the sound, not letting up on my exploration of her body. The way it perfectly fits with my own is mind-boggling, but something I don’t stop to think much about. The feeling of this woman in my arms, kissing me back while I practically maul her, is a heady feeling.
“Take me to your bed,” she requests when we break for a short breath. I don’t need to be asked twice, so I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down the hall and into the master. I deposit her on the edge of the bed, dropping a chaste kiss to her lips before I stand to my full height. I lean over and flick the bedside lamp on, giving us a nice glow of light that isn’t harsh like the overhead ones.
I quickly pull my T-shirt off over my head, tossing it into the basket along the wall. I unbuckle my belt and undo the top button of my jeans. I watch as Allison tracks each of my moves. The desire I can see in her eyes spurs me on to keep going. She wants this. I want this. It’s only been ten or so years in the making. I just hope this doesn’t fuck up our friendship.
6
ALLISON
I sit on the edge of Lee’s bed. The anticipation of what he’ll do next is killing me. I just want him to be touching me. To have his lips on mine or somewhere else on my body is the ultimate goal for tonight. Well, that and to have one of his specific appendages inside me at some point, maybe multiple times before the night is over, if we’re lucky.
I don’t know what is sexier, the bare chest or the unbuckled and unbuttoned jeans with a belt still attached. With the top open, I can see the top inch or so of his black boxer briefs. The tip of his swollen cock is inching closer to the elastic band. I lick my lips, thinking of what it would be like to take him into my mouth.
/> “You’re going to kill me if you keep looking at my dick like that,” Lee announces. My own arousal pools in my panties, and I can’t help but rub my thighs together, looking for some kind of friction to provide me some pleasure.
“Then come closer, and I’ll stop looking and start touching,” I boldly tell him.
“You are a little vixen, aren’t you?” he asks, stepping between my open thighs. I lay back on my elbows, and he follows until he’s hovering over me. I take advantage of him standing between my thighs and wrap my legs around his hips, bringing him even closer to my center.
“I can be; I just need the right man to bring it out of me,” I tell him before pulling his head down so our lips meet.
He kisses me deeply. So deep I practically feel it down to my soul. He kisses me in a way that no man, other than when he was seventeen years old, has kissed me.
It doesn’t take long before he’s trailing kisses down my neck, sucking lightly to the sensitive areas as he maps everything with his mouth. When he reaches the collar of my shirt, he pulls back and looks down at me, a crooked grin on his lips. “You’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”
I reach down and find the hem of my top. I quickly pull it up and over my head, leaving me in my bra on top and jeans and panties on bottom. He easily undoes the top button on my jeans, then slowly lowers the zipper. It all happens in slow motion, but also fast. It’s like I’m watching from the outside looking in. My senses are on high alert so that my body doesn’t really know what to focus on.
“You still with me?” he asks.
“Of course,” I tell him as I lift my hips off the bed so he can slip my jeans over them. I don’t miss the fact that he leaves my panties in place. He drops his jeans, as well, but keeps the boxer briefs.
“Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than I ever imagined,” he tells me, his voice all deep and gravely now.
He leans back down, taking my nipple into his mouth, the fabric of my bra still between us. The lace rubbing against my skin as his tongue laps at me applies an extra layer of stimulation. He deftly slides a hand behind my back, flicking the clasp open. He grabs the fabric with his teeth, pulling it away from my body until he can fling it entirely out of the way.
With my breasts completely exposed to him, he cups them both before leaning back down and licking at each nipple. He alternates, keeping a steady pace as they harden under his touch.
I close my eyes and let the sensation wash over me. The amount of pleasure I’m feeling, and he’s only at my breasts. It’s almost embarrassing how close to coming I am already.
“You like that?” he says against my skin, and I can’t help but arch into his touch.
“Yes,” I pant. I run my fingers through his hair, holding his head tight against my body. He slides down, nipping at the underside of my breasts before looking up at me.
“I can’t wait to fuck these later tonight,” he says, holding my breasts together and creating the perfect space for his cock to slide in. I’ve never done that with a guy, but there’s always a first time for everything.
"We'll see.” That is all I can think to say, and I don’t miss the smirk that crosses his lips before they go back to mapping my exposed skin.
He takes his sweet-ass time, making his way to the waistband of my panties. They sit low, seeing as how they’re bikini cut, so he’s practically an inch or so above my clit.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, rubbing a finger lightly over my mound and down my slit.
“I’d kick you out of your own bedroom if you didn’t,” I tell him. He’s teased me for what feels like forever. I’m practically ready to crawl out of my own body; I’m strung so tightly at this point. I need some more action and a release like I need my next breath.
“If you kicked me out, I couldn’t give you multiple orgasms tonight,” he muses.
“Touché.” I shrug. “So, what are you waiting on, then? An invitation? My legs are already spread wide for you.”
“Vixen…” he says. “Total vixen,” he repeats before lowering back down. He pushes the fabric aside, exposing my wet pussy to him. I practically come off the bed when he blows on my skin. The coolness mixed with the wetness sends me spiraling.
“Lee!” I screech his name. My hands find his hair, and I sink them into it and tug him closer. The tip of his nose grazes my clit, and I can already feel it pounding in sync with my heartbeat.
“Hmm…” He hums as he breathes in my pussy that I’ve pulled into his face. If I wasn’t so turned on right now, I might be embarrassed about doing that. Before I know what’s happening, he latches his lips around my clit and sucks hard—really fucking hard. I don’t even register the two fingers sliding inside me, at first. All I register is the tongue flicking against the bundle of nerves and the waves of pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard, and we haven’t even had sex yet. This is all from some kissing and a little oral sex.
When my body collapses on the bed, he releases my clit and smiles up at me. I don’t even know how I register that is what’s happening, but I do.
Lee slides up the bed, lying next to me as my body basks in the afterglow of an orgasm.
“That was incredible,” I tell him once I’ve recovered some.
“I’d have to agree.” He chuckles.
I shift a little closer to him, resting my head on his chest. I can’t help it; my eyes slide shut as I’m in his arms, our bodies touching the entire length of my body.
“I’m ready for more when you are,” I tell him. I don’t want to accidentally fall asleep now that I’m very relaxed.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he suggests. I’m a little confused by the request.
“But we haven’t gotten dirty yet,” I pout, pushing up so I can look at him.
He leans forward, catching my lip with his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan on making you very dirty in the shower, and then again when we’re out here.”
“In that case…” I tell him as I pop up. Once I’m on my feet, I slide my panties down my legs, kicking them to the side once they’re down to my ankles.
I grab Lee’s hand and tug him up and toward the bathroom.
He pulls out two clean towels from the small closet, setting them on the counter before he reaches into the shower and turns on the water.
“It just takes a minute for it to fully warm-up,” he says, leaning in to press his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his lips.
He places a hand under the water, testing the temperature, before holding a hand out for me to step in first. “Get comfortable; I’ll be in with you in just a second. I need to grab a condom,” he says before darting out of the bathroom.
I step under the hot spray, my muscles instantly relaxing more from the heat. It doesn’t take long before Lee’s stepping in behind me. He sets the foil packet down on the shelf next to his body wash, then wraps his hands around my torso, pulling my back flush with his front. I can’t miss the hard cock that is pressed against my backside. I’ve still yet to see it with my own eyes, but if it looks anything like it feels, I’m not sure how I’ll be walking tomorrow.
“You have the best rack I’ve ever touched,” Lee says as he cups my breasts. “Perfect size,” he says, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Pert nipples I could suck on all day and never tire,” plucking at them, causing them to harden.
He slides a hand down until he’s cupping my sex. “But they don’t have anything on this pussy. I could definitely eat this for every meal.” He circles my clit with his fingers before dipping them lower and into my entrance.
“Fuck, Lee,” I whimper.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” he growls into my ear.
“Yes,” I say, nodding my head, so he doesn’t miss it at all.
“What the lady asks for, she shall receive,” he says, spinning me around to face him. I instantly reach for his cock, stroking my hands up and down the hard shaft. He’s got an impressive erection. Long
and thick, but not so thick I think he’ll break me or not fit.
“I don’t know what I want more, your cock inside my mouth or pussy,” I tell him, looking up at him for the first time since facing one another.
“If you drop to your knees now, there’s no way I’ll last until I’m inside your pussy, and I don’t want to come down your throat the first time we’re together,” he says, and reaches for the condom.
I take the foil packet from his hands, ripping it open with my teeth. I remove it from the package and roll it down his shaft.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asks as he backs me up against the wall. The water has slashed against it, thankfully heating the tiles up slightly.
“I was born ready,” I tell him. He lines his tip up with my entrance, and before I can suck in a breath, he’s thrust fully inside me. My body screams at the intrusion. The immense amount of pleasure this one thrust has already flooding through my body is almost embarrassing.
“Fuck, Allison. You’re so tight.” He pants into my neck as he starts at a frantic pace. Our bodies mold together as he holds me tightly against the shower wall. I never once worry that he’ll drop me. The way he caresses my body makes me believe that it is precious—I’m precious—to him.
“Play with your clit; I need you there,” he says, and I slide a hand between our bodies as instructed, finding my clit and pressing down on it. It doesn’t take long before I can feel my body start to crest over the orgasm ledge. I take Lee with me, his body slamming into mine one last time. I can feel how shaky his legs are as they hold both of us up after such a strong release.
He lifts his head, his lips finding mine in a languid kiss. It is over before I wanted it to be, but I realize he’s still holding me up; his cock is still buried deep inside me, still pulsing with his orgasm.
“I’m going to need some time to rebound from that,” he says as he pulls out, stepping back slightly so he can set me back down on my feet.
“After a performance like that, I don’t blame you.”
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