11. Cory
Chapter eleven
Cory
T hank God I had the good sense to throw on these jeans! If not for the rough fabric currently chafing my dick, I most certainly would've exploded prematurely and embarrassed us both. I still might, if Denise's pussy trembles around my tongue the same way it did around my fingers.
I was not prepared. In the frenzy of our last time together, I barely had a chance to take care of the condom, let alone bask in the full body vibration of Denise's orgasm. I had a front-row seat tonight though, and it's a thing of beauty. I'm surprised she didn't pass out.
Even though I suspected it might piss her off, I couldn't stop myself from beating my chest like a Neanderthal. Now I'm in danger of being unable to back up all the shit I just talked.
Fueled by my pent-up desire, I grab Denise's full hips and nearly lift her off the bed, positioning her closer to the headboard. She lets out a surprised yelp.
"If you're going to boss me around and manhandle me, don't be surprised when I'm here every other day," she jokes. I can tell my strength surprised her, and I'm happy to keep disproving all her preconceived notions about me.
"I see no problem with that," I snark, then lower myself down until I'm face to face with her glistening cunt.
When I notice a sheen of moisture coating her inner thighs, I can't hide my smile. At least I'm not the only one enjoying myself. I tease my index finger up and around her clit, laughing when she lets out a frustrated sigh.
"That feels like a finger and I'm pretty sure you promised me head," she whines.
Her neediness is intoxicating; I won't deny her. My flat tongue replaces my finger, swiping across her bare mound, then down around her opening. I don't penetrate her, exploring the tender skin between her legs until she's writhing beneath me.
"Is there something you need?" I ask, well aware I'm torturing her. She huffs out a breath but says nothing, so I redouble my efforts.
My fingers and tongue work together now, spreading her folds to expose her slick channel to me. It's throbbing, dripping with need, not unlike a part of my own body that's likely leaving a wet spot on my pants. I circle the delicate flesh of her entrance and caress the hood of her clitoris until she grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my eyes to meet hers.
"If you don't make me cum right now, I'm getting up and I'm walking out of here."
She's panting, the look in her eyes almost murderous.
"Yes, ma'am," I say through a feral smile. She rolls her eyes and pushes my head back down between her legs. Who in their right mind would have a problem with such a feisty woman in their bed every other day?
Now that I've successfully wound her up, I drop all gentleness and wrap my lips around her clit, creating powerful suction. She's moaning mindlessly now, and her hands are back in my hair, scratching my scalp.
When I finally slip two fingers into her wetness and curl firmly against her G-spot, her thighs begin to shake around my head in the telltale sign of her impending orgasm.
"Oh God, Cory. Oh God! Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop!"
And I don't, not until a flood of her juices flows into my mouth and onto my chin as she spasms against my tongue. She bucks hard with her release, and I grip her soft ass to continue my siege of her pussy until she's a limp heap.
"Don't move," I say, to which she laughs weakly.
"As if I could."
I stand and shuck down my pants before hurrying to the bedside table for a condom. I'm sheathed and back to her in record time, flipping her pliable body so she's on her stomach, then laying across her like a blanket.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" I ask against the soft skin behind her ear. My cock is rock hard and weeping liquid into the condom against her thigh.
She nods, still clearly dazed. I move her braids off her neck and nuzzle my nose into her.
"I'm going to need a yes or a no if you want to keep the party going, Denise." We've already blurred the lines, so explicit consent is the name of the game tonight.
"Yes," she answers, her voice muffled against my pillow. "Please fuck me, Cory."
At that, I trail light kisses down her shoulder blades, along her spine, until I reach the curve of her ass. The thick globes are exquisite, and I kiss them, just as I promised I would. From her giggle, I can tell she remembers.
And then finally, finally , I raise up, nudge her sweet thighs apart, and sink into her. It's neither gentle nor slow—I'm way too far gone—and we both groan in pleasure once I'm fully seated inside her.
"Shiiit, Denise," I hiss.
Her pussy is perfect. Perfect . Delicious friction gripping me as I slide in and out of her in deep, frantic strokes. I'm grunting, rutting into her like a man possessed. She takes me enthusiastically, arching her back and tilting her ass up as much as she can with my body weighing hers down.
The tingle at the base of my spine grows each time I bottom out, making me wild. I'm desperately chasing relief, pulling her hips back even further into me to increase the depth of my thrusts.
When I feel the warm rush of her climax, it's over. I plunge into her a final time, spurting into the infuriating condom until I'm completely spent. I collapse onto the bed beside her, struggling to catch my breath.
"That," she says, still gasping, "is probably why we did it so many times the night of the wedding." Surprised laughter bubbles out of me unbidden.
"You're probably right," I manage, still chuckling.
Once the laughter subsides, she turns to face me. It takes Herculean effort not to stare at her breasts.
"So…Be honest. Do you remember anything from that first night?"
It's the first time I've heard her sound anything but confident since the incident with the necklace. I shake my head.
"No. Honestly, I planned to stay away from you. You're one of Maya's girls and I assumed that meant you'd hate me."
"True," she says, smirking. I bristle. Hopefully she doesn't still hate me. At the very least, her pussy likes me.
"How about you?" I counter. "Do you remember anything?"
"Nope," she pops the p . "I think my mind stopped making memories shortly after the dessert cart made the rounds."
We lay in silence for a moment, and I catch sight of something peaking from beneath her breast. It's two hearts with their points touching to form a figure eight, with a semicolon in the center. I touch it absently and she stiffens.
"What's the story behind this?" I ask, but she's already shaking her head, moving out of my arms to recover her clothes.
"Just something I got on a dare a while back," she replies faintly. It sounds like a lie, and her usually expressive face is unreadable.
Déjà vu of the first morning she fled my room hits me, and a sour taste fills the back of my throat. Apparently, I just tripped one of the many land mines surrounding this woman.
"You're heading out?" She's already fully clothed, and I rush to put on my jeans to follow her into the living room.
"Yeah." She steps into her kicks and shrugs her purse onto her shoulder. "I've been procrastinating on a project and I really need to get to work."
I nod. I know a bullshit excuse when I hear it. It doesn't usually rankle me like this, though. Part of me wants to beg her to stay, but another, bigger part is telling me to cut my losses.
"I'll text you," she says, and the door closes behind her before I can even respond.
There's no question: Denise is the best sex I've ever had. By far. But I can already feel myself getting in too deep. Feeling way too much. Maybe I should just let her be another hookup and move on…