8. Eaton
I don’t know what’s come over me. Sex has always been good for me, and I make sure my partner gets off at least once, but I’ve never really role-played, I’ve never spit on someone, and I sure as hell have never smacked her love muffin with my batter beater.
Jenny brings it out in me. Knowing she has her own kinks has given me free rein to act out all the things I’ve been too scared to ask for. It’s exhilarating and makes me feel as though there’s no end to the amount of debauchery we can get up to.
I angle my cock and push inside her wet heat before Jenny stops me with a hand to my chest. “Just the tip, remember, and you have to pull out.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say noncommittally.
“I mean it.”
The head of my cock disappears into her channel of love, and I nearly lose my mind. Her body is fucking perfect. She’s soft everywhere a woman should be and nice and tight everywhere else. I need to convince her to move in with me so I can keep her close. Not just to fuck her but to cuddle with her, talk to her, and get to know her on a level that you only reach by living in the same space.
Pressing down on my rod to keep myself from popping out, I move my hips back and forth just enough to get some friction. With my other hand, I rub small circles over her swollen nub.
“What would you do if I pushed inside and poured my cum inside you?” I taunt.
“You can’t. I track my periods, and I’m ovulating.”
“That makes me want to do it even more.” What the fuck am I saying? I know it’s a game, but I’m not so sure I’m pretending anymore. “Thinking about you growing round with my baby and your tits getting full of milk? Fuck, that’s enough to make me want to come.”
“Oh god.” Her delicious cream coats the tip of my cock, and I smirk. She’s into it too.
“Shh, Baby. Mom and Dad will hear.” I hand her a fuzzy pink pillow. “Scream into that if you have to.”
I want to sink my cock inside her so badly, but what if she’s really not on birth control? Instead of making me pull out, that thought has me pushing inside just a little further. Was she playing the role, or was she serious about being fertile right now? I don’t ask because it’ll kill the game, but if I did knock her up, she’d have to move in with me anyways because she has so many bottles of jizz in this place, there wouldn’t be room for baby bottles.
“I want to feel you come, Baby.” I double my efforts, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Can you do that for me?”
“Mmhmm,” she moans.
“Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples.”
She complies, and the sight is so erotic I have to look away so I don’t blow before she does. Her breaths become labored, and her hips undulate against mine.
“I need you inside. Just while I come. Please,” she begs.
This is a risky game, and I hope she doesn’t regret it. I don’t see a downside on my end, so I pull my knees from under her ass and, using her knees for purchase, thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt. Oh, shit. She feels so fucking good. I don’t know how I’ll be able to pull out, not when I now know what heaven feels like.
“Yes. Oh my god. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I piston my hips, slamming into her so hard, her tits shake, and the sound of skin on skin fills the room. Then I get an idea. It’s wrong and not at all moral, but it just might work. And I’m not above playing dirty to get what I want.
Right when I feel her orgasm cresting on the horizon, I slow down until I’m barely moving.
“What are you doing?”
“Move in with me.” I push in while still teasing her little button.
“I already live with you,” she says, reminding me of my pretend stepbrother status.
I tilt my pelvis and drive into her, hitting her G spot. She fists the sheets at her sides and moans loudly. I do it twice more before switching to shallow thrusts, once again stopping her orgasm in its tracks.
She grunts. “What the hell?”
“Move in with me.”
“Eaton, we can talk about this after.”
Making her think I’m in agreement, I drive into her, fast and deep, until I feel her clamping down. Without warning, I stop. This is torturous, not only for her but for me too, but I’ll do whatever it takes.
This time, she growls. The rumble of frustration comes from deep in her chest, and I just hope she doesn’t cut off my balls after this. “Are you joking right now? Please tell me this is some kind of prank.”
“Move in with me.”
“If this is how you want to play, fine. I can get myself off.” She pushes my hand away and relaxes as she masturbates right in front of me. I hadn’t planned on this, but okay. It’s time to fight fire with fire.
“Does that feel as good as my cock, Jenny?”
The use of her real name has her eyes popping open. “Nearly.”
“Oh yeah? What about my cum? I was planning on shooting all over your pretty petals so you could play with our combined juices, but if you can get the same results by yourself, then by all means. I’ll just go in the bathroom and give this load to the toilet.” I go to move, but she tightens her thighs around my hips. “Change of heart?”
She chews on a finger, her mind warring. I know this is unfair, and I almost feel bad about it, but then I picture her in my Alaskan king-sized bed and know I’d move mountains to get her there. She’ll forgive me once she sees how well this will work.
“I’m not giving up my apartment until I’m sure this isn’t a mistake.”
“That’s fine.” I’ll pre-pay six months of rent to prove to her how amiable I am, though I’m not about to tell her that right now. I’m sure that’d cause a whole new argument, and I really, really want to bust a nut all over my girl now.
“I can’t believe you’re withholding sex to get your way. That’s low.”
“Not sex, Baby Cakes. I’m withholding my white honey.”
“For me, it’s the same.”
I reposition at her entrance and push inside. “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, Eaton. I’ll move in with you.”
I lean over her and take her mouth, pouring all my glee into the kiss. Once I’m sure she’s breathless, I pull away. “You’ll be happy there, you’ll see.”
She tries to hold back her smile but fails. “Whatever. You got your way, now fuck me and show me how much cum you’ve made for me.”
“You got it.” I take a minute to give her tits some attention, knowing this interruption probably chased the orgasm she was working on away. Then I pull out and bury my face between her legs until she’s wanton and writhing. Winding her up turns me on, so by the time I’m thrusting back inside her, I’m good to go.
“Oh fuck.” My balls tighten, and I try to stop the rush of tingles, but I’m powerless against the way she’s clenching around me. I pull out and fuck my fist. Cum shoots out of me like a rocket, and I aim for her pretty pink hole. If I can’t plant my seed inside her pussy, I’ll water her with it.
I’m still dripping from my tip when Jenny’s small hand reaches between her legs and rubs my creamy white cum all over her cunt as she masturbates. Wanting to add to her pleasure while also playing with fire, I push two fingers inside her, and in the process, some of my baby making juice as well. They taught us in middle school all about how long our swimmers live, but I didn’t pay attention because I knew I’d always glove up. I had no idea there was a Jenny somewhere out there waiting for me.
I stroke her G spot with one hand and palm her breast with the other, watching as this beautiful woman blossoms before me. Her little whimpers make my flaccid cock twitch, and when she bears down on my fingers, I groan, imagining being inside her and feeling it. I watch as her pouty lips part, her back bows, thrusting her tits out, and her cute little toes curl into the mattress.
I would die for this woman.
Falling to her side with the biggest, goofiest grin, I drape an arm over her middle. We both need to clean up, but I need a goddamn minute to process. Jenny’s legs fall to the side and her hand is still between her legs. I love that she gets so turned on by something that came from me. Even if I have to take a little blue pill when we’re older, I’ll always give her what she wants.
She turns her head to look at me. “Do you really want me to move in?”
“I do.”
“Are you a morning person? You seem like you’d be.”
“I am.”
She cringes. “I knew it. You should know I’m not, and if I have to be up before nine, don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee.”
“Noted.”
“And even though things look like a disaster in here, I’m actually a neat freak. So don’t go leaving your socks and underwear all over the place.”
“I will change my ways.”
“Where do you even live? Because I hand deliver my product to all the sex shops within a thirty-mile radius, and I don’t want to add to that if you live out in the middle of nowhere.”
“ Our house is on Ipswich Bay, right on the water. It’s a beach house with five bedrooms and three and a half baths. There’s also a big porch out front, big enough for a swing if you want.”
“It’s not ours. It’s yours.” Her eyes soften. “But it does sound really nice.”
“Let’s go shower and head over there now.”
“It’s like two in the morning. I’m exhausted and it’s too dark to see anything anyway. Why don’t you head home, and I’ll come over in the mor—afternoon?”
I look at her like she’s lost her mind because she has if she thinks I’m leaving her to rethink all her decisions. She agreed to move in, but it’s not like we have a contract. Both of us know she can change her mind at any time.
“I’m wiped, too. Do you mind if I stay?”
“Stay?”
“Yeah.” I climb out of bed and walk over to her side, holding a hand out to help her up. She gives me the hand that’s still between her legs. When she said cum kink, she meant it.
“You wouldn’t be more comfortable in your own space?”
“I’m comfortable wherever you are.” I kiss her to remind her of our chemistry, and when I pull away, her lips are still puckered, wanting more. I slap her on the ass. “Come on. Shower and bed.”
“I don’t think we’ll both fit.”
“We will.”
“Eaton, my shower is the size of a postage stamp, and neither of us is a small person.”
I can’t wait for her to see the en-suite bathroom at our place. It’s been renovated to include a walk-in shower and a soaking tub that sits right in front of a window overlooking the bay. I can already picture her in it with a glass of wine. “I like being close to you.”
“You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”