Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
HENDRIX
It’s a little hard to think with Isla sitting on my lap while everyone around us plays Would You Rather. Her ass is right against my dick, and even though I’m trying to pay attention to the game, I’m having an awfully hard time.
Craning her neck to look at me, she says, “I’m going to go grab a water.”
“Thirsty, Nineteen?” I utter, keeping one hand on her thigh.
When she nods slowly, my dick outwardly twitches, pushing against her. She doesn’t roll her eyes or glare my way. Instead, she bites her bottom lip bashfully.
“Wanna come with me?”
“In more ways than one, sweetheart,” I practically whimper, shifting around under her.
Pushing herself up, she grabs my hand, bringing me up with her. There are a few whistles as we make our way out of the living area, but luckily, most of the two teams are too busy to even notice.
When she walks past the kitchen and to the stairs, I fight back a big fucking smirk.
“Thought you were thirsty?” I drawl. “Want me to grab you a water?”
Stopping, she turns toward me, sliding her hands against my body. She stands on her tippy-toes and presses her lips to mine. Her mouth opens, and she slips her tongue inside of my mouth; a rush of sweetness hits my tongue, and I groan.
Pulling back, she bats her lashes. “I am … but I’m thirsty for something besides water,” she coos. “Can you help me with that?”
In a matter of seconds, my cock is painfully hard, and she’s thrown over my shoulder as I take two stairs at a time. Because if she’s speaking in code … I think she wants to suck my dick. And that’s something worth rushing for.
We get to my room, and I kick my door shut behind me, locking it too. I walk toward the bed, gripping her ass before I give it a hard slap, making her yelp.
When I drop her down onto the bed, she looks up at me, and I reach for the elastic in her hair, tugging it out gently before messing her hair up.
“There’s my wild girl,” I praise. “Just the way I like you.”
Her eyes shift down to the bulge in my sweatpants, and she climbs onto her knees at the edge of the bed. Without any words, she peels my sweatpants downward, along with my briefs, until my cock is out, standing tall, just a few inches from her plump lips.
“This what you want?” I choke out. “You wanna lick my cock until I give you a mouthful of cum?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Tell me how you want me to suck your dick.”
My cock throbs, and I can hardly think straight.
“I want you to get it nice and wet,” I tell her, dragging my thumb against her bottom lip. “And then I want you to show me how many inches of me your throat can take before you gag.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers roughly, and I swear to fuck, I have to will myself not to fucking blow before she’s even licked the tip of my cock yet.
Pushing herself forward, she opens wide, dragging her tongue up and down the length of my dick and completely soaking it before she takes the tip in between her lips.
“Eyes on me while you suck my dick, Nineteen,” I command her, fisting some of her wild blonde hair and roughly pulling her head up until her eyes bore into mine. “I wanna see those eyes water when I’m so deep down your throat that you can’t breathe.”
Her eyes peer up at me through her lashes as, slowly, my cock begins to disappear deep into her throat. The image alone is enough to make me suck in a breath through my teeth because it’s so fucking hot.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I encourage. “Inch by inch.”
My cock is only halfway down her throat, and she’s already gagging. Her eyes water slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. The sensation feels so fucking good against my dick that a hiss slips from my lips and my vision blurs.
Her body begins to rock forward and back, and each time, my cock hits a little further in her throat as she adjusts to my size. She’s sucked my dick plenty of times now, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this deep before.
My breathing is ragged, and my body becomes rigid as I fight off the inevitable. I’m not ready to come yet though, so I surprise her by pulling out, making her damn near fall forward.
She looks up at me, a little pout on her perfect lips, but before she can say anything, I push her back so that she’s sitting on her ass and no longer on her knees. Grabbing the bottom of her NEU T-shirt, I yank it up over her head, leaving her in her bra and leggings.
“You were going to make me come,” I tsk her. “I’m not ready for that. I want to fuck my girlfriend while everyone else is downstairs.”
I shove my sweatpants and briefs the rest of the way down before I step out of them, and then I kneel down and peel her leggings and panties off too.
After I unclasp her bra, I grip her thighs with my palms and lean forward to kiss her, dragging my tongue all the way down her neck and to her perfect tits, circling my tongue around one before moving to the next.
Moving one hand upward, I brush my fingers against her heat.
“Are you that wet just from sucking my dick, baby?”
“Yes,” she utters, giving me a sharp nod.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I push them between my lips. “Just like sugar,” I drawl lowly. “So fucking sweet.”
I graze my hand up her body, stroking her chin with my thumb. “Lie back and spread your legs for me,” I command her. “Let me see what belongs to me.”
Slowly, she shifts backward, pushing herself until her head rests on a pillow.
“Legs apart,” I repeat and watch as she spreads herself open for me to get a nice look.
My hand falls to my aching cock, and I grip it tightly in my palm, stroking it while I take in the fucking work of art that’s lying on my bed right now.
When her eyes connect with my hand, she shudders, releasing a whimper from deep down in her throat.
When I release my cock, it stands tall in front of me, and I nod down toward it. “Do you see what you do to me, Isla? Do you see how fucking hard you make my dick?”
Returning my hand to my rock-hard length, I stroke gently.
“Go on,” I tell her, jerking my chin toward her legs. “Show me what you do when I’m not around to fuck you.”
Suddenly, she appears bashful. We’ve been together a bunch of times, but we haven’t done anything like this yet.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her, keeping my fist around my cock but slowing my motions. “You can trust me, Nineteen.”
Reluctantly, her hand slowly snakes down her body, settling between her thighs. There’s a sense of nervousness in her gaze, but it’s mixed with excitement too. And I know she’s into this; she’s just afraid to show it too much.
“Slide a finger in, baby. Play with yourself for me.”
The smallest breath of air leaves her lips, and gradually, she does as told and begins to play with herself.
I stroke myself harder—but not too hard because I know I’m not going to last long. Especially not with my angel spread wide before me, finger-fucking herself.
“Who does that pussy belong to?”
“You,” she chokes out, her movements getting faster.
“Yeah. And this cock? It’s all fucking yours, baby. Every single inch. Every drop of cum. Everything. Belongs to you.”
She pulls her hand back, resting it on the bed. “Fuck me, Hendrix,” she practically begs. “Please. I can’t take it any longer.”
My cock jumps in my hand, and I hold back a groan.
“I will, but you have to be quiet for me,” I tell her. “Those sexy moans and whimpers? Those are for me. I don’t want any motherfuckers downstairs hearing them.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” I drop my hand down. “But if you get too loud, I’ll have to silence you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says, clearly dazed and ready for me to be buried deep inside of her.
I want her to be loud. I want to have to shove something inside her mouth to make her stop. Or keep my hand over her mouth just to fucking silence her fuck me sounds.
Climbing over her, I stroke her cheek before I kiss her.
“Put it in,” I command.
Her hand moves between our bodies before taking control of my cock.
She lifts her knees up higher, spreading herself even wider before she guides my dick against her heat.
Instantly, her pussy greedily drags the tip in, and she feels so much like home that I thrust my hips lightly, pushing myself deeper.
She moves her hand, and then both of her palms slap against my back, and her nails scrape my flesh. As my hips work faster, each time thrusting another inch or two into her heat, her feet hook around me.
When I thrust all in, giving her every fucking inch until I bottom out, she cries out, and instantly, my movements stop.
“That’s a bad fucking girl, being loud like that,” I warn her, feeling her pussy grow wetter around my dick from being scolded, telling me what I already know—she loves this. “Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you with my hand over your mouth. Huh?”
I don’t let her answer or moan again. Instead, I just slap my hand over her lips and start plowing into her over and over. The bed creaks, but I don’t give a fuck about that as long as no one else hears sounds from my girl that are meant just for me.
Her nails dig into my back, and I press my palm harder to her lips, practically feeling the cries coming from her mouth.
Gruff sounds fly from my own lips as my thighs begin to send tingles right to my balls.
Her pussy begins convulsing, but I can’t hear her moans as she comes because my hand is in the way, so I just stare down at her and watch her fall apart, feeling her squeeze my dick for dear life as I fill her full while I come.
My hips rock into her, pushing her harder against the mattress as she gasps for air against my hand. White dances around the edges of my eyes, making me take a few long blinks as my head feels like it’s on another planet.
When both of our movements slow and we’re dragging air into our lungs, I remove my hand and replace it with a kiss.
“I love you, naughty girl.”
“I love you more,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “I don’t want to go back downstairs with everyone else.” She yawns so big that her eyes water. “After that game and all … that, I’m tired.”
“Me too, babe,” I say, kissing her forehead before I slide out of her and roll onto my back. “Let’s take a nap.”
“A nap sounds nice,” she whispers, her blonde hair spilling all over my pillow.
I pull her body snug to mine until I feel her heart beating against my chest. When she’s this close, everything that’s bothering me slowly melts away.
I’m not worried about what to do or not do when it comes to my father.
I’m not thinking about anything. I’m just …
basking in the fact that I get to be the lucky motherfucker who has Isla Hardy in his bed. And that’s more than enough for me.