22. Behind The Mask #3
So I just admit it. “If I last twenty seconds, promise me you’ll give me a second chance? I told you I haven’t been with anyone since my ex. It’s been a while.”
“Of course I will.” She pulls me down for a kiss.
“This is about us getting closer and having fun. Look, before coming here, I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex beyond fooling around with my high school boyfriend.
But there’s one thing I learned. The first time with someone new is never the best. Even when it’s great, there are nerves involved, and you’re in uncharted territory.
Things always get better once you start to understand what the other person likes, what makes them tick.
And besides, how could I ever be mad or judge you after how good you made me feel a second ago? My whole body is still tingling.”
Hearing that makes me feel better.
It gives me the confidence I need to take the next step with her. There’s only one problem. “Fuck.” I lower my head, my forehead resting against hers. “I hope you’re ok with the fact that your new boyfriend is a dumbass.”
“Why?” She’s trying to contain her smile, and it’s not lost on me that she’s called me a dumbass before.
“When I came here tonight, I didn’t expect any of this.” I admit. “I didn’t bring any protection.”
I don’t tell her that I’ve been so serious in my resolve to stay away from women that I don’t even have any condoms at home.
“Keene,” there’s some hesitation in her voice, and I’m bracing myself for her calling this entire thing off. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. If you don’t feel comfortable going without, I understand, but if you do, I trust you.”
This, her trust in me, is everything.
If I think that I was such an asshole to her at first, that she thought I would put on a mask and terrorize her not so long ago.
I’m glad I was able to turn things around with her.
And I’ll never admit it, not even under torture, but Luke was right to impose that truce between us.
Without it, I would still let my fear of being hurt rule my actions and act like an asshole around Bex.
“I trust you, too.”
She nods, her green eyes bright and beautiful as she offers me her lips to kiss.
This kiss is different, deeper, charged with the chance of a future together.
I line myself up with her entrance, and the second my tip comes into contact with her silky, wet heat, I hold my breath.
When I drive my hips forward, her body opens up for me, and I sink into her.
Bex is soft and tight, warm and wet, and I feel like I never want to leave her embrace. Our fit is snug but perfect, and I kiss her again, giving her time to adjust to my invasion before I start moving.
Pleasure shoots through me when I finally grind my hips, and she responds, meeting my movement halfway.
“Jesus.” I pant. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
“Hmm, you too.”
She accompanies her words by contracting her inner muscles around me, and I swear I see stars.
“Kitten.” I grunt with another deep thrust. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna blow my load. And call me selfish, but I don’t want to do that until I get to feel you coming all over my cock.”
A slow smile forms on her lips, and of course she tightens around me again. “The problem is that I’m so, so close, too. I can’t control it.”
“You are?”
Bex nods, biting on her bottom lip as if she were really trying to stay still, but her pussy delivers another mind blowing clench.
“Fuck. I don’t want this to end, but if you’re close too…”
“I am.” She confirms with yet another squeeze. “And this is just one time, Keene. We can go home and do it again.”
“Fucking sold.”
I push myself inside her to the hilt, every thrust deeper and harder than the previous one.
Bex writhes under me the same way she was doing earlier when I was eating her out.
She was saying how the first time with someone new is never the best, but if it gets any better than this, sign me the fuck up.
It’s like our bodies were made for this. We move as one, giving and taking from each other with every thrust, every breath.
“Oh my God, Keene, I’m gonna come.” She cries out, and I lose my shit.
I move faster, harder, deeper. I give her every inch, every ounce of my energy.
We’re fucking each other with complete abandon, and I don’t realize that we’re moving up on the white sheet under us until my shoulder connects with something.
“Oh.” Bex gasps in surprise when the paint hits us from the open bucket I just knocked over.
“I thought we had used all the paint you had in here.” I stop moving, totally stunned.
Bex begins shaking, but this time it isn’t in the throes of pleasure. She’s laughing. “We used all of it except the pink paint.”
I was so taken with trying to last through her orgasm that I didn’t even notice that the paint running everywhere on our bodies and on the sheet was bright pink.
The sensation is strange but not entirely unpleasant. The paint is slightly viscous but thin enough that all it takes is wiggling a little to make sure that Bex’s back and my arms and outer body are covered in it. I roll us around in it as if we were trying to make a paint angel.
“Keene!” she screeches, surprised when I stand up, keeping us still joined and carrying her with me.
Her thighs are wrapped around my waist, and she feels as light as a feather.
“What are you doing?” she giggles.
Bex gets her answer when her paint doused back comes into contact with the blank canvas that’s hanging on the wall that we didn’t use earlier.
I fuck her, thrusting my hips up.
Satisfied with the impression her body left, I move slightly to the side to leave another Bex-shaped impression on the white canvas.
She turns her head to look. “Oh. That’s me.”
“It is.” I smile. “Wait a second, I need you to stand. Can you do that?”
“Sure.”
I help her to get back onto her feet, and I can’t resist the urge to kiss her.
There is some paint on her shoulders and on her chest, and I have some on my arms and outer legs.
“Turn around. Hands on the canvas.”
She does as I ask, and fuck, the view of her perfect ass covered in pink paint is something else.
I need to hurry before the paint begins to dry.
Closing my fist around the base of my shaft, I guide myself inside her again, entering her from behind.
“Oh. I thought you had come.” She sounds surprised, and I can’t help the little male pride that expands in my chest.
“I was so fucking close, but the incident with the paint helped me hold myself back. And now, I get to paint a little more while I make you come again.”
My hips snap forward and the movement presses Bex against the canvas, leaving an imprint of her tits.
It isn’t perfect because the paint is starting to become thicker, but the effect is still stunning.
In this position, she feels even tighter, and I know I really can’t delay the inevitable.
“Kitten,” I pant against her ear. “I’m gonna come.”
Her answer is one of those squeezes, and this time I know I’ve lost my battle.
I sink into her as deep as our bodies will allow, but pull her slightly back against me. That gives me the space to sneak my arm to her front and cup her pussy, pressing her into my palm with my final thrust.
Pleasure travels from the base of my spine down my shaft, and I explode. As I pulse inside her, she follows me over the edge.
Her pussy squeezes me, milking every drop of my pleasure, until we both lean against the canvas, still joined, our harsh breaths the only audible sound in the deserted art center.
“Are you ok?” I check on her once I finally come down enough.
If it were up to me, I would never leave the warmth of Bex’s body, but we can’t stay here forever.
“More than ok.” She smiles. “Wow. That’s…”
She’s staring at the shapes of our bodies—mostly hers; you can only see the outline of my forearms—in pink paint on the canvas.
There’s two prints of her back and perfect ass and then one more faded one of her chest and stomach. The latter one also has some of her fingerprints as she was holding herself up against the canvas with her palms.
“That is how you look when I fuck you.” I can’t help but tease.
Last week she would have told me to fuck off, but now she looks up at me with a smile. “And you thought you didn’t have any talent for art. I don’t hate it. Maybe if we had planned this, we could have used some other colors other than pink, but I think it looks really cool.”
“Shall I submit that to Professor Cantucci?”
I know I’m pushing my luck, and she glares at me. “Don’t you dare, Keene. I’m going to lock this room for the night, so we can get the paintings tomorrow. But show this to anyone and the next painting will be done using your balls that I’ll have cut off.”
Laughter erupts from me, and I pull Bex into my arms. “So violent. But are you kidding? This is totally NSFW art. Something private to remember our first time.”
She relaxes in my arms. “Ok. Good.”
“I don’t know about you,” I say after kissing her for a long moment. “But I’m starving. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, and I could demolish a whole large pizza.”
Bex agrees. “I’m hungry too. And I can absolutely order pizza before we lock up. It’ll be at the house by the time we get back.”
We start collecting our clothes from the floor.
“Here,” I find a spare clean t-shirt in my duffel bag. “Your shirt is ruined; put this on for now.”
The clothes from my bag are the only clean things on us; we have paint everywhere.
“It’s a good thing that the campus is pretty much deserted at this time on a school night.” Bex muses. “Because going home covered in pink paint is one hell of a walk of shame.”
“Speak for yourself.” I wink, making her laugh. “Pink is my new favorite color.”