by Eliza Park
She lowered her bottom half to rub against mine, reaching her hand between us to touch the head of my cock through the fabric of my boxers. I could feel the warmth of her through the fabric and I let out a long breath. “Condoms?” she whispered into my ear, licking a spot on my neck.
I shook my head, “I don’t have any.”
She sat up then, causing her groin to shift upwards onto my dick and I moaned through a laugh, my hands falling to upper thighs. I closed my eyes tightly, needing her not to move.
“You’re telling me after all our dates and the fooling around we’ve done, you haven’t bought any condoms?”
“Have you?” I asked, opening my eyes to look at her and instantly regretting it. Huge, huge mistake. She looked like a goddess. Sage colored eyes flashing with rage and lust, lips, and cheeks a dark pink, blonde hair falling in darts to her ribcage.
“Uh, yeah, Mav, I have a whole box in my apartment just in case.”
That surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. She was so prepared these days. So fucking prepared. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled down at me, a grin the Cheshire cat would envy. She bent over me again, touching my chin with her thumb. “Fine, I won’t ride your cock tonight, but I am going to get really close. I trust you don’t have any STD’s?”
I shook my head.
She moved before I could stop her, tugging down my boxers to release the now very purple beast. Her mouth fell open in another impish grin and she licked her puffy lips, gripping my cock with her hand. She bent to press a short kiss on the tip, her tongue darting out for just a second. I brought my hands up to grip the pillow under my head, pulling it tightly over my face. This was how I was going to die, I was certain of it.
I felt her straddle me, her long legs on either side of my hips. Her fingers clutched one of my hands, pulling it away from the pillow to touch her breast. I opened my eyes, hypnotized by the look on her face, and pinched that pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Celeste’s mouth fell open and she moved her hips forward, making me jump when her pussy made contact with my cock. I wanted to protest, and she could sense it, placing a finger on my mouth. “Shut up, Mav.”
Her head fell back as she ground against me, her hips bringing my cock between her pussy lips. I could feel how wet she was on the underside of my cock and understood then as she moved slowly backwards, spreading her juices all over my shaft. I gripped her butt with my other hand, thumbing the pink nipple again and helped move her forward.
Celeste lifted her head to look down at me, her breathing heavy. “Don’t. Move,” she warned quietly. I grunted in response, my teeth grinding together to keep from doing just that. She kept going, her pussy covering my cock from tip to base and over and over again in an agonizingly slow rhythm. I had never fucked this way, never been fucked this way, and it was just on the cusp of being completely unbearable. Celeste kept her gaze on me, green eyes clear as a fucking meadow. Her movements were admirably controlled, and I tried to stay as still as possible. I brought my hand up over her hip and the long stretch of her abdomen, cupping her other breast in my hand. She moaned then, loudly, and my hips jerked in response, my cock probing against her impossibly wet entrance. We both froze, realizing that the tip of me was right on the verge of passing the no-fly zone.
It took every ounce of control I had not to push forward, and I could see the war on Celeste’s features as she lifted just a little.
She continued her previous movements, slower at first, gouging how much length she could ride before hitting dangerous territory. With every agonizing grind I got closer and closer to the edge, and the look she was giving me was not helping. It was impossible to look away as she rode, my large hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples, tugging on the pink buds.
When she came, she threw her head back, legs shaking and trembling around my hips, moaning my name with her hands on mine. I gripped her by the hips, hard, my eyes finally falling to where that warm, wet spot met my cock, and I came at the sight of it, watching my purple head poke between those soft lips. I cursed, my jaw clenched, and shook with her as streams of cum lined my lower abdomen.
Celeste fell off of me when we’d both finished, stretching her arms above her head like she used to after a good fuck. I bent over, licking one of her nipples before climbing off the bed to towel myself off with my old shirt.
“Mav,” she said, voice husky.
I looked up, admiring the silhouette of her naked body on my bed.
“I don’t know how much longer I can go without having you inside me.”
I kept my expression calm, despite the blood coursing back through my abdomen and into my cock. Me. Fucking. Too. Before she could spot the growing member under the light of the moon streaming through the windows, I lifted up the sheets and climbed in next to her, gazing unapologetically at her perfect, bouncy tits.
She shifted, joining me under the blankets and rolling onto her side.
“So, what was that about?” I asked, trying not to smile.
Celeste ran her fingers over my chest and onto my shoulder, “Which part?”
“Both?” I placed my hand on her side, just under her left boob, and tried to keep my eyes from wandering further than her mouth.
She inhaled slowly through her nose while the pad of her finger dipped down to my stomach. I swallowed, wondering if she could see that I was already hard. “Well, Mia’s a junky bitch and she was looking at you like this toy she’ll never have. It was annoying.”
I laughed, the sound a little louder than I intended, “You know every guy on the street looks at you like that.” I hesitated, “What do you mean junky?”
Her eyes searched mine for a moment before she answered, “It’s something I saw a lot in rehab, and I could be wrong, but she acts like some girls I knew who had a coke habit. Probably for years.”
I thought back, remembering the not-so-subtle changes in Mia after our first semester at college. The sniffing, the wild-eyed looks, the sudden interest in anything sexual. Even the steady decline in quality of clothes and shoes over the years.
“I might be wrong,” Celeste said then, shrugging, “Just something I observed.” She leaned into me, hooking her arms around my neck, “As for the latter part of your question, I couldn’t exactly go for a run to let out all that anger, and you were just sitting there with your hard on poking into my ass.” She lifted a shoulder, her lips brushing against mine, “Thought I’d channel that anger into something a little more fun.”
“You took off your underwear,” I said, hoping it sounded like a reprimand.
She lifted one eyebrow and gave me that impish grin. My cock twitched, poking into her hip bone, making her eyes widen. Her smile was infectious, her warm body intoxicating. She kissed me but there was no anger behind the action, only the faintest of demands. I stuck my fingers into her hair, running my hand down the soft skin of her back and cupping her bare ass. I needed to distract her, or I had a feeling she was going to try to take advantage again.
“Tell me something,” I murmured against her lips.
Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest and she moved a leg to hook it over my hip, bringing that warmth almost unbearably too close. “What?”
“Anything, tell me anything.”
Celeste pulled away from me, grinning, “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Yes, yes I am.”
She thought for a moment, “Why don’t you,” she said, kissing me on the cheek, “tell me about your deepest fantasy.”
“Fuck no. What kind of a question is that? You’ll just make me harder.”
She bit her lip, eyes dancing.
“Evil. You’re evil.”
“Tell me,” she said against my neck, her hands exploring my body.
I grabbed both of her wrists, lifting them to my chest. “Alright, my deepest fantasy?”
She smiled, nodding.
“I’ve wanted to marry you since we were in high school, get an apartment in the
city, wake up next to you every morning, and fuck you senseless until our bones turn to dust.”
Chapter 39
Celeste
I stared at Maverick in astonishment, wondering briefly if he was kidding. His expression remained serious, unchanging, cerulean eyes searching for an honest response.
“Wait, really?” I breathed.
Half-moon circles reappeared around the edges of his mouth, white teeth gleaming in a wide smile, “You asked.”
My belly was full of heat, my heart hammering in my chest at his admission. It felt so much deeper than the simplest I love you. He wanted to marry me, spend his entire life with me, all the way back in high school, when I was at my most fucked up. The unbridled passion I felt for him surged, filling my every bone, and I took his handsome face in my hands, breaking the hold he had. My mouth met his, desperately, hungrily. Wanting him to feel the response I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud, I pressed my body into his, my legs scrambling to hook around his hips.
He groaned, the sound primal, causing my stomach to flip with pleasure. Sticking my fingers into his thick hair, I kept him as close as he would allow, my lips never leaving his. Mav rolled us together, pressing my back firmly into the mattress while my body writhed and grabbed at him. I gripped the muscles in his arms, dug my nails into his skin, trying to make a more permanent mark. I loved the way his shoulders looked when he was on top of me, loved the way he framed me in.
The control he’d exerted while I’d been on top, those lovely biceps flexing with effort, was a huge turn-on. I knew I’d be dreaming about that image for months.
I was in trouble the first day I’d arrived at his house in Yale, and every day since then had driven a proverbial nail into my splintering coffin of denial. It wouldn’t be long before his selflessness triggered an emotional downpour and I admitted to him how I really felt. It was a scary prospect, the idea of giving myself to him so fully before he was willing to do the same.
His tongue danced with mine, rough hands roaming down my body. My skin was already on fire from the last orgasm I’d had, and his touch sent little bolts of electricity from their contact on my body to the pools of heat in my lower abdomen.
I kept telling myself I understood why he wouldn’t fuck me yet. I was still damaged, still fucked up, but every day that we continued to make out and flirt and touch without passing that final bridge where our bodies connected so fully was making it that much harder to deny just how damaged he thought I was.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed,” he murmured into my cheek, mouth leaving mine to explore my collarbone.
“What, you don’t want to marry me anymore?” I asked, my breath hitching as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola. I arched my back to push it further into him as his teeth worried the bud, causing my legs to clench in response. I didn’t know what it was about my boobs that made him so crazy now, but I loved it. I loved that he wanted to see them always, without hesitation, and they were the first part of my body his hands found. After being neglected for so long, the poor bags of fat deserved some attention.
He moved to the other nipple, pinching the abandoned one between his fingers. “That’s not what I said.” His face broke out into a wolfish grin.
I squirmed against him, aching for more contact, marveling at the way my body was reacting to him.
Maverick’s tongue darted down my stomach, tracing a line of wet kisses to my hips. His breath whispered over the flesh above the lips of my pussy, and I bit my lip with a moan. “Fuck me, I’ve missed this,” he breathed, lifting my legs, and spreading them apart. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back in embarrassment, wanting to cover my face to hide the deep scarlet I was probably wearing on my cheeks. Seconds went by that felt like full on hours as he admired the lady bits he’d seen multiple times in high school. I didn’t think they’d changed much, but the way he was studying me made me wonder if I was a different color now or something. “You’re incredible,” he said, voice husky.
I opened my eyes, glancing down at him. He looked mesmerized as his calloused fingers parted the sensitive flesh. I watched with equal fascination as his blue eyes flashed up to meet mine, his mouth descending, tongue dipping to taste me.
I sucked in a breath as his mouth made contact, my whole-body clenching as he licked me up and down slowly. Using his fingers to assist, his lips found the hypersensitive ball of nerves between my lips and he sucked on it, softly at first but with increasing pressure, his tongue darting out to circle around it again and again. I was panting, pulling on his thick hair, and trying to keep my moaning under control. One large finger pressed into my entrance as his teeth nibbled at my clit.
“Fuck,” I said sharply, bucking against his open mouth. I felt his answering smile and after a couple of deep strokes, his finger was replaced by his tongue.
I groaned loudly, his tongue diving into my wet canal again and again, his nose pressed between my lips. He held my thighs down with both of his hands, allowing even more access. My body was hot all over, sparks of desire making me wetter with each passing moment.
He pulled away then, looking up at me with glistening lips.
I growled in frustration.
“What’s yours?” He asked.
I clenched my teeth together, the need to come so intense I felt like I was going to implode. “Don’t stop!” I hissed.
He chuckled, looking down at my throbbing pussy with delight, expression turning mischievous, “Tell me, your fantasy, what is it?” Bringing a finger back down to my clit, he rubbed it in gentle circles.
The movement was unbearable, and I grabbed at the sheets under my hands.
“Come on, Celeste. I told you mine.” His eyes watched me, dangerous, taunting.
His finger left my clit, moving down to probe at my entrance. My hips jerked. He bent down, giving me, one long lick and I nearly screamed.
“I want you to cum in me,” I panted.
All movement ceased and I dared a look at Maverick. His expression wasn’t surprised, it was feral. Primal.
“Say that again,” his voice was low, nearly a growl. His finger pushed into me and I cried out, arching my back.
“I want you to cum in me.”
Another finger pushed into my entrance, stretching the most delicate parts of my body. His thumb found my clit again and I squirmed against the onslaught, practically howling.
I was so turned on, so incredibly, fiercely turned on. I needed more, more of his mouth, more of his body. Just. More.
He crawled up me with slow, panther-like movements, hand never leaving my pussy. His mouth descended on mine and I bit his bottom lip, gripping one large bicep. He kissed me harder, and I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, holding him between my legs.
His fingers continued to fuck me, the movements agonizing in their speed.
“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Take what’s yours.”
Maverick’s jaw clenched and I could see the hesitation in his eyes.
“Please,” I begged, pulling his lips back down to mine.
His fingers disappeared and he shifted, the head of his cock pressing at my wet hole. I ran my hands through his hair, my heart pounding.
This was it, this was finally it.
He pushed into me slowly, biceps framing my face, his wild blue eyes never leaving mine. Each long inch stretched me wider, pushing further into me than I knew possible. I felt so wonderfully, deliciously full. He was bigger and my body was on fire trying to accommodate his length.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice straining with the effort of control. I knew he wanted to move, wanted to pound into me hard and fast, and I wanted it too.
I nodded, biting hard into my lip, “Keep going,” I breathed.
His large hand came up to frame my face, fingers lacing into the hair at my neck, and he kissed me, pouring passion from his mouth into mine. I felt him slide easily out and back in, his hips flexing against my thighs. Moving
with deliberate slowness, I felt every hard centimeter, and I lifted my hips to match his pace. Every second, every movement sparked more heat in my belly and before I knew it I was riding up and over the crest of an orgasm. Pleasure shot through me in streaks of white lightening, and I tore my mouth from Maverick’s, moaning loudly and gripping him anywhere I could. I arched my back, my legs shaking as the waves subsided.
“Fuck,” Mav groaned into my neck, his large hand dragging down my sensitive skin. “I missed that.”
Sweat beaded on my forehead and I shivered.
His pace increased and I gasped with each thrust, my body sated and yet aching. His lips moved over mine ferociously, his hips building speed. Pulling himself up onto his hands, he delved deeper, pounding against the walls of my cervix with rough abandonment. I put my hands on his hips, holding on to the onslaught more than I was guiding him, feeling a grin break out over my face.
I felt amazing. My core was molten lava, rising from the depths the harder he fucked me. The tendons in his arms were popping out against his tan skin, his fingers white knuckling the sheets, thick dark blonde hair falling in long triangles over his handsome face.
Blue eyes roamed down my body to settle on my bouncing tits and I lifted a hand to tug on a nipple, hearing a low growl erupt from deep in his throat.
“Tell me again,” he ground out, jaw tight.
I was close to another orgasm, this one so much bigger than the one I’d just had, and I was relishing in it, loving the feeling of his hard cock pounding so deeply into my pussy. “I want you to cum in me,” I said, unable to catch my breath.