14. Cherry
Cherry
Willa
W e are several minutes down the road, and I burst out laughing. I am hungry, no, correction, hangry, feeling betrayed in some kind of way, and Nash looks like someone just died. He must have heard my stomach rumble a few times because we are now pulling up to a Whataburger.
“This date is not turning out as I had planned. With all that going on back there, I did not even think to ask Lita to pack up some food to go. I knew I should have waited until the end of the night to reveal myself, but you asked.”
“It is fine, at least Fletcher here ate.” Smiling, I pat Fletch on his back, but I know good and well I am being a smartass. “Besides, you had no idea how I would react, plus, I am glad you did because the longer you would have waited, the more infuriated I would be. Also, we had Rosa to offer insight.”
“Fair. Want to tell me why you were just laughing?”
“Because if I don’t, I might just cry. Hey…At least we did not find out we were blood related. I was worried we were entering ‘Flowers in the Attic’ territory.” He blinks his eyes at me as if questioning my sanity.
“You know, the book about the brother and sister that fall in love and sleep together?”
“I know it. Honestly, I am not sure if I am stunned that you have jokes right now, or threw us in the bucket of incest.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Again, laughing is better than crying. And come on, you cannot tell me that was not going through your mind back there. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, not sure what she was going to say next.”
“It passed through my mind, but then I knew it could not have been because Lita would have been worried when she met you and would have said something sooner.”
“Well glad you had some insight because it all came out of left field for me.”
“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, and we can discuss our next move on approaching this.”
“Okay. Fair warning, I will not be sharing my fries with ketchup or Dr. Pepper shake.”
He smiles, giving me a wink, while holding the door open for me. He obviously thinks I am playing around.
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Nash
Willa was not kidding. She does not share. I stole a fry, dipped it in her open ketchup then popped in my mouth, followed by a sip of her shake. Smirking at her, she only had her mouth gaped open long enough for me to imagine what it would feel like for it to wrap around my cock, but then her face went stealth.
“You will pay for that,” she states.
Or at least I thought she was joking. That is until we jump back in the truck, and she pushes Fletcher over so she can sit next to me and play cock-tease. Subtly moving her hand up and down my thigh while driving down the road. She gets close to my hardness to just barely touch then moves her hand back down my leg. All while lightly kissing my neck that turns into nibbling. Sexual tension has always been there between us since we first met. She is pushing my limits to keep from tying her up and have my way with her.
“If this is punishment, then by all means, Cherry, keep it up.”
“Cherry, huh?”
“Yes, you always taste like one, and it seems to match your deep red hair.” I turn to try and catch her mouth with mine quickly, only to be denied.
“No touching, Nash.” Willa lets out a low moan by my ear, and I feel it vibrate down my whole body.
“Willa, you are dousing this fire in gasoline.”
“Well then, Cowboy, what are you going to do?” she whispers at the base of my throat, vibrating the sound through my core. I pull my truck over, and I’m thankful we are on a backroad to her place. There has never been a time I have let a woman play games with me, let alone aroused because of it.
“This.” Pulling her out of my truck and over my shoulder, I walk over to the right passenger side to lay her on the back bench seat. “Comfortable?” I growl out.
Her eyes glisten with desire, telling me her answer. In a movement, I rip her black lace panties off, and they fall to the ground when I hike her dress up over her hips. Taking a step back, I admire her beauty with her legs spread wide for me, already so wet and glistening for me to taste.
“Willa, I need to taste you.” Not even waiting for her to answer, I bend down and take a long lap with my tongue from the bottom to the top of her clit where I flick her clit ring with my tongue. She lets out a soft moan.
“You are mouthwatering,” I groan as I dive back into her pussy, confirming my suspicion that every part of her tastes like sweet ripe cherries.
Licking and twirling my tongue in her while she moans, my hand pushes down on her pubic bone while flicking her clit ring. All of it making me groan and not sure I will not be coming in my jeans. This is what she does to me. Makes me completely undone and forget all logical sense. Point taken, with the current scene as we are on the side of the road where anyone can drive by at any moment. I don’t care because I have to taste her, hold her in my mouth as my hands reach under her ass to squeeze her cheeks and pull her closer to mouth. Willa begins to buck against my mouth, and it is ravishing. She tightly grips my hair with her long fingers.
“Nash…Nash…”
“Just let go, my cherry, let go onto my tongue…I got you.” She moans loudly as I curl my finger up in her sex to feel her body quiver, coming down from her high. I continue to lap and lick her sweetness because it is utterly addictive.
“I have never had anything as sweet and delicious as you.”
Pulling her dress back down to cover her, she leans up and pulls me to take my mouth to hers. Knowing she is tasting herself off my tongue by my doing is hot as fuck. I pull myself in the truck with her so we continue this make-out session. There is no getting enough of her. Never leaving my lips, she straddles my lap with her naked heat up against my hardness. My cock is already on the edge of exploding.
Out of breath, she expresses, “I don’t want to have sex yet in the truck, but need to feel closer to you. Can we remove the jeans?”
“Anything you ask is always yours.” Reaching down to undo my belt and jeans, she helps push them down to my ankles and off.
When she climbs back onto my lap with only my boxer brief material between us is more than enough for me to lose it. Hands reach for her head with my fingers intertwined tightly around her hair, pulling her head back as I lick and suck on her neck, then guiding her back to my mouth as our tongues dance together. No words are needed while our bodies mold and grind together. Willa pushes her body down harder and rocks her hips faster. She is taunting and tantalizing all at once.
“Ride me, baby.”
“Fuck,” she whispers. “You are going to make me come again.”
“You won’t be alone. Harder,” I growl back under my breath, pushing down on her shoulders to push her clit against me even more.
Us both panting, kissing, starving for each other. This sends both of us over the edge as we come together. I take two of my fingers and wipe them between her folds then bring them to my mouth and suck. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of how you taste, Willa.”
“I hope not,” she whispers, coming in for another kiss. Then she climbs off of me, and I feel her warmth go with her, only to bend down on the bench seat and remove my boxer briefs. She proceeds to lap me up and sucks my cock clean. Too soon, it springs back to life with not much coaxing.
“Holy shit, Willa! Were you made for me?” Pulling her mouth and twirling tongue off my length, she looks up at me with those icy blues.
“Yes, Sir, I am,” she says huskily, then takes me back into her mouth and hits the back of her throat with my tip. As she moves her mouth up and down over me, I see her hand reach down to pleasure herself.
“Here let me help you.” Inserting two fingers inside her pussy, she lets out a moan as if she just released the sweetest hum of melody down my length. She is already so wet and swollen again.
The animal in me feels primal that it is me who can get her this way, with barely touching her, with just my cock in her mouth. Fuck. Her tongue swirls around my tip and teases the slit before she takes me again in a long slow stride sucking hard.
“Good girl,” I say, fisting her hair in my other hand as I continue to dip my fingers in and out of her. She moans, letting me know she likes being a good girl. Wanting to see how far she can go, I tell her to take me all in, over and over again, and she does as I tighten my grip on her hair to keep me from releasing down her throat. “Willa, come up here. If I cannot slip in you yet, I need to at least feel your body and taste you again.” She nods as she continues to grind against my palm and lets out a sound of defeat when I remove my hand. “Trust me,” I say as I pull her dress off over her head and meet with 2 perky breasts with pebbled nipples yearning to be felt and sucked. Which I do a few times, while kneading them. Her arching back gives me access to drag my tongue up and down her neck to chest. I then lay down on the bench seat. I am way too long for this, but fuck, this is what we both right now. “Willa, crawl on top of me with your cunt down to my face…That's it, lay on your stomach. Now you will suck my cock as I eat your pussy. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she purrs, causing my dick to twitch because this is fucking sweet heaven as I lick her between the folds, and she takes me back in to her mouth, coating me in her saliva. I spank her ass which sends a lethal moan through her, and she begins to grind against my mouth again. My pleasing Willa is now my stimulant. As much as she is enjoying her own pleasure, she never lets up on me, sucking harder and cupping me beneath spirals my control to nonexistent. I suck and lick her harder and deeper, with slaps to the ass in between.
“Willa…Holy shit, Willa, I am about to…” Groaning into her backside, she pushes her cunt back to my mouth as she sucks and swallows my warm heat down. With one long lasting lick of her tongue, I tell her, “good girl,” again and go back to having my tongue between her folds so she can fully enjoy the pleasure her body is pulsing with. She moans my name loudly as she orgasms against my mouth, and I lap her juices up as if she is the last sweetest cherry on earth. Leaving both of us panting against each other and longing to hold her, I have her turn around then pull her in my arms. I need to hold this fiery angel for a while. After a few minutes and a loud sigh from Fletcher that has us laughing, I say, “Let’s get you home and clean up.”
“Okay. And you might as well just stay the night, since we plan on talking to my parents tomorrow. Do you have any other plans?”
“I’m all yours, Cherry.”
Smiling, she murmurs, “Well good. I will try not to wake you since I have to get up early and practice before the tourists make an appearance.”
My brows furrow. “How early are we talking?”
“Early enough to not roll in the sheets all night,” she says, giving me one of her many cute sultry faces.