Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ASTRID
While waiting for Cairo in the Dunkin’ parking lot on Monday morning, I fiddled with the black T-shirt that he had lent me, the fabric soft against my fingers. If it hadn’t been for him, I would’ve probably had to walk around Redwood Academy all day with my tits hanging out.
Besides, who knew what perverted teachers would’ve jerked off to me afterward?
Cairo pulled into the lot and parked next to me, giving me a soft, small smile through the window. My heart pounded inside my chest, and I exited my car, grabbed both our coffees from my cupholders, and opened his passenger door.
He furrowed his brow. “You already got them?”
“Yep,” I said. “I wasn’t going to chance you not letting me pay. I know how you are.”
His smile widened a bit, and he undid his seat belt to relax. “Well, thank you.”
“No, thank you,” I said, tugging his shirt out of my bag. I held it out for him. “I washed it, so no need to worry about my cooties.”
A low chuckle left his mouth. He sipped his coffee and shook his head, his cheeks the lightest shade of pink. “You can keep it.” He shrugged, another laugh leaving his mouth, but this one wasn’t as smooth as the first. “It looks better on you anyway.”
My heart raced, and I pressed my thighs together. “You think so?”
Cairo’s gaze drifted from the dashboard to my legs. “Yeah, I think so.”
I curled my fingers around the hem of my skirt. Why am I so nervous? I wasn’t sure. I had no problem back-talking any of the other guys in The Crew, but Cairo seemed so precious, and I didn’t want to corrupt him.
“What about it looks better on me?” I whispered, my pussy pulsing wildly.
Cairo swallowed hard and sipped his coffee again, glancing out the windshield. “You know …”
He wiped a hand down his right jean pant leg and shifted in his seat. I dropped my gaze to his lap, noticing how hard he was.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He was hard. So, so hard. And he was trying to hide it from me.
Warmth exploded through my cunt, and I pressed my thighs closer together. God, I needed him so badly. All I wanted was to crawl across the center console, pull his huge cock out of his pants, and ride him like I had with Frasier Friday before school.
“What’s the reason?” I asked. “I didn’t quite get that …”
Cairo swallowed hard and peered at me once more, struggling to keep eye contact. “Your tits looked fucking amazing in it.”
My eyes widened slightly at how straightforward he had been. Cute and shy Cairo?!
Nipples hardening through my top, I shifted toward him. “You think so?”
He placed his coffee down in the cupholder and looked down at them. “They look good in everything.”
God, he is so shy, and it’s so hot!
“Do you want to play with them?” I asked, heart and pussy pounding. “As a thank-you?”
After his cheeks tinted a deeper shade of red, he swallowed. “Come on, Astrid …”
“It’s okay,” I whispered, peering at him through my lashes. “I kinda maybe want it.”
Cairo reached over and squeezed one of my tits with his hand. I didn’t quite realize how big his hands were until he was groping and kneading my breast. His fingers … God, they were so long. I bet he could—
Without hesitation, Cairo pinched my nipple, and my body jerked in surprise. A moan left my mouth, and I moved toward him, placing my hand on his thigh.
“More, Cairo. Do it again, please …”
“Astrid,” he murmured, his voice shaky, “don’t beg.”
“Don’t beg?” I whimpered, moving my hand further up his leg toward his hard cock in his jeans. “But it feels so good. Please, do it again.”
“Astrid,” he repeated again, “I’m warning you that … if you don’t stop …”
“What?” I asked, pulling him out of his jeans. “What are you going to do about—”
Cairo seized both my nipples between his fingers and tugged me forward, out of the seat and leaning over the console. I placed my hands on either of his thighs to steady myself, coming face-to-face with a Cairo that I had never seen before.
He had been so soft, but nothing on his face screamed soft right now.
“You’re a bad girl,” he growled at me. “Bad girls get punished.”
Fuck.
“What did I do to—” I started before he pinched my nipples harder.
“You’re lucky I don’t bring you back to my place. I don’t think you’d be able to take it.”
“Take it?” I scoffed, loving his current demeanor. “I can take any—”
Before I could say another word, he took a handful of my hair and shoved my face down toward his cock, my back arched over the center of the car. My pussy clenched as I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, willing and desperate for it.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he murmured, pushing my head all the way down to the base of his cock.
I gagged on it, but didn’t pull back, sticking my tongue out and licking his balls.
“A lot of trouble …”
He reached around me, slipping his hand up my skirt and finding my entrance with his fingers. I clamped around their length and choked more on his dick, bobbing my head up and down on him.
Holy—how is he so deep already?!
“More!” I cried, my voice muffled on his dick. “Please, more!”
I swallowed as much of his cock as I could with every bob of my head, desperate to please him. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him all night. I touched myself when I knew that I shouldn’t, wondering what he’d be like in bed.
I’d thought he’d be shy, reserved. But this? This?! Fuck.
After pulling his hand out of my hair, he wrapped it around the base of his cock and balls, feeding himself to me while he was knuckle deep in my pussy with his other hand, massaging my G-spot with those long fingers.
“Cairo,” I cried on his cock, spit running down my chin and between his thighs, probably staining the driver’s seat. I dug my fingernails into his thighs and whimpered, the pressure rising quickly inside me. “I’m going to … I’m going to …”
Cairo lifted his hips off the seat, pushing himself deeper into my throat, and grunted. His cum shot into my mouth, and I came hard on his fingers, my pussy exploding, pulsating, clenching, and tightening on them.
“Oh my God!” I cried, pulling back, my legs shaking uncontrollably and cum rolling down my chin.
Cairo sat back in the driver’s seat and stuffed himself back into his jeans, breathing heavily. “Maybe we can do this more often? You know, coffee before school …” He paused and glanced down at his lap. “Or this.”
I wiped the spit off the corner of my lip. “Maybe we can.”