Twenty
I had to keep my eyes on hers, had to see every single reaction to every touch, to see every emotion play out on her sweet face. She’d waited so fucking long to feel these things, and it didn’t seem right that we had to hide out somewhere like this was so wrong, but in some ways it was also perfect.
Her eyes drifted closed as my fingers finally reached the goal, her clit, and her lips parted in a soft sigh. I couldn’t let her hide from me though, I had to be looking in those gorgeous baby blues when she had her first orgasm from my touch.
“Open your eyes, babe. I need you looking at me when you come apart on my fingers.”
She shuddered lightly as my fingers started to explore, teasing her clit, since I couldn’t risk finger-fucking her yet.
“Please, Has… I need more.”
I grinned, watching her eyes pop open when my fingers stopped moving.
“Can’t do this with you hiding from me, babe. You gotta keep your eyes on mine, so I know this all feels as good as it should.”
She swallowed hard.
“You just want me to keep begging.”
“I can’t deny that I fucking love the sound of you begging me for your pleasure, babe. Might have to be a thing for us. Dragging it out makes it so much better. Okay, grab my cut in both hands, babe, because in a minute your legs aren’t gonna hold you up any longer.”
She immediately clutched at the leather I wore, the club cut I was currently betraying with my behaviour. I wished it didn’t have to be this way, but if I could only have one of them, Elise or the club, I was certain now which one I’d pick.
“Step your feet apart, babe… let me get my big fingers down there.”
She moved and so did my fingers, and her eyes widened as her lips parted on another gasp, this one sharp and shocked.
Elise
H is fingers were sliding between my legs, the wetness I’d produced making them glide easily while I shuddered from the sensations pinging through my body at his touch. Has-Been was actually touching me there at last.
When he told me to grab onto his cut, because my legs were going to stop working, honestly, I was relieved, because they were barely holding me up as it was.
He teased a little more, and then his fingers started stroking and circling my clit, and my legs shuddered and weakened, as my body reacted to the pleasure already zinging through me.
Has chuckled. “Keep a tight grip, babe. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”
His touch on my clit firmed, and at the same time, that gentle hand in my hair tightened, and that pinch of pain in my scalp made me squirm even more.
“That’s it, babe… keep squirming on my fingers like the little minx you are. You have no idea how sexy you look right now, so flushed and desperate for your orgasm. Take it, babe, it’s right here. Take the pleasure for yourself.”
His low voice, that wicked look on his face, the way he was so intently focused on me, and obviously the knowing way his fingers teased at my clit; they all combined to send me into desperate pleasurable rapture. I let out a ragged moan, and shuddered, as my orgasm tore through me, and lit up every nerve ending, tingling every inch of me in its wake.
I sagged against that tree as my legs did exactly what Has-Been warned, and shuddered so violently, I thought I’d collapse. I was overheated and trembling as I clung to Has-Been’s cut in a death grip, while final tingles raced through me, just from him sliding his fingers back out of my underwear.
He chuckled, stroking my face with the hand he’d had in my hair, his other hand landing on my hip, steadying me as my legs wobbled again.
“So fucking perfect. You make me feel like a fucking god, coming undone like that. It just makes me want to do that all night long.”
My answer was a slightly ragged moan, and Has-Been’s lips quirked in a grin, and he stroked my cheek again.
“That’s my girl.”
When my legs stopped shaking, Has-Been reached down and re-fastened my jeans for me, smoothing my hoody down afterward.
“I should get you back before anyone notices we’re gone.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to go back. Why can’t we just stay away? What better way to stay safe than to stay away from where the killer might be?”
Has-Been was already leading me back to his bike.
“We can’t, babe. If we don’t get back, then they’ll be out looking for us, when they should be focusing on finding a killer. We can’t risk distracting them from the real priority right now.”
“We could stay a little longer though, right? I mean, what about you? You’re still uh…” I pointed at the bulge in the front of his jeans. That thing was big, I already knew that from the porn videos, but it looked uncomfortable trapped in his clothes like that.
Has-Been grinned, reaching down to adjust his jeans with a groan.
“I can cope with it. Tonight was about you, babe. I’ll let you play with my cock next time, okay?”
I giggled as a shiver of excitement rippled down my spine.
“Play with it? You’re going to make me touch it?”
He laughed as he pulled me up against his firm body, and that trapped cock of his.
“Babe, I’m not going to make you do anything, but you’ll want to when you see it. It’s quite handsome, even if I do say so myself.”
I almost said ‘I know’, but caught it just in time. I couldn’t tell him I’d seen the videos. He’d think I was some kind of porn creep or something. I’d be too embarrassed to tell him at all.
At some point though, there was going to be a very awkward conversation, because if he was going to be mine, I didn’t want his body and his sexual acts where others could see them. He’d be for my eyes only, wouldn’t he? Unless he wasn’t the type to stick with just one woman. What if he’d get bored of me once we worked our way through my first experiences, or what if my lack of experience made it dull for him, and he moved on even sooner than that?
“Hey, look at me, Elise.” Has lifted my chin, and frowned as he watched me.
“What’s got your head in a mess right now? You did enjoy that, right? You did want it? If I pushed you too far, you have to tell me. You have to always tell me. Say stop and I’ll stop. I’ll never ignore you if you want me to stop, babe. I’m not that guy. Promise me you’ll never let me do something you’re not comfortable with. You have to speak up and know that I won’t judge you for doing it. I’ll always fucking listen though.”
Now he thought I was doubting him, or regretting what we did. I shook my head, covering his hand with mine as it held my chin.
“I’m sorry. I was just dreading going back because then we have to pretend again. I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
It didn’t stop us having to though, did it?