8. Abril
“. . . ride me slow. Ride me long. Ride me hard. Any way you want to ride me, baby, just ride. Just ride .”
I heard noise and rushed to the door. I peered out the peephole and saw July inserting his key. He was still singing as he stepped into his apartment and closed the door. Jealousy filled my insides as I wondered who had him singing Solemn’s latest song, “Let’s Ride.”
Every night before my shower, I played with myself and rubbed one out to the memory of his hypnotic gaze and intoxicating voice calling my name. The image of his cum erupting from his dick over his hand was powerful enough to make me explode.
I headed into my bathroom and turned on my shower. The water pressure changed halfway through my shower. I finished and closed my eyes.
I imagined once more that he was masturbating. I quickly oiled my body and threw on an oversized CSU shirt and some biker shorts, before I slid on my flip-flops and rushed to his apartment.
“Coming!” I heard him call out when I rang the doorbell the third time. The light at the peephole disappeared and turned dark. I bit the inside of my cheek in satisfaction as I pondered what I was about to do.
“Hey,” July greeted in a thick voice. My eyes dropped to the butter yellow towel around his waist that protruded with a happy erection.
His dark chest was covered in a myriad of tattoos, soft swirls of hair, and droplets of water. I licked my lips and looked up and into his eyes.
“Is that invitation still open?”
“Finally stopped running.” July’s eyes grew heavy with lust, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his apartment. Music played in the background, and it sounded like old soul.
July covered my lips with his, and he softly kissed me as his large hands held my hips in place. I pressed into his hold and the kiss. The warm wetness on his chest turned me on, and my hand found its way underneath the towel wrapped around his hips.
“Did he just say he’ll lick her until she cums?” I asked, breaking the kiss.
A slow smile tilted his lips. “You got a problem with that?”
“What is that?”
“Marvin Sease. ‘Candy Licker.’”
“Oh, shit. You are nasty.”
A smirk tilted his lips as he proudly boasted. “My pops taught me everything.”
“Show me what he taught you.”
July kneeled and lifted me into his arms. I smiled as he carried me to the breakfast nook and set me on the counter.
He pulled me to the edge and spread my thighs. He gripped my waistband and demanded, “Lift.”
I did as he instructed and helped him pull my shorts over my ass and down my legs. July pushed my legs further apart and slid a finger inside of me. I couldn’t believe that there was no beating around the bush. We’d jumped straight into the reason for me being here.
Reaching behind myself, I gripped the edges of the nook and balanced myself as he pressed his thumb against my clit. I arched my back, jutting myself forward as he circled my engorged clit.
“Can I be your candy licker, girl?”
“Lick it, suck it, eat it, just don’t walk away hungry, baby.”
“Aww fuck.” He groaned as he pulled a stool closer to the counter and perched on it.
With one hand, he lifted my leg over his shoulder, and with his other hand, he pushed me back slightly.
When July’s mouth connected with my lower lips, his tongue swirled around my throbbing clit before he slipped his fingers inside of me.
He sucked loudly and greedily as his fingers plundered my insides. My wetness grew at the attentiveness of his tongue, lips, and fingers. As he plunged his fingers in and out of me, the sounds of my wetness grew with intensity, making sloshing noises.
My fingers ached as I clutched the counter tighter the more he sucked my pussy.
I was leaning back at an odd angle, my body half in the kitchen and half out, thanks to my position.
Before I knew it, I was using all my arm, back, and leg muscles as I pushed up onto my arms and pushed my pussy into July’s mouth.
“Come here, pretty baby,” he whispered as he pulled me off the counter after I exploded on his mouth.
“Let me taste,” I pleaded.
One large hand gripped the back of my neck, securing his hold on me as his mouth latched onto mine. I sucked on his tongue and reveled in the tangy taste of my juices. July moved slowly down the hall and back to the room where I saw him masturbating.
He laid me on a pile of soft brown, grey, white, and charcoal coverings scented with his masculine fragrance. While he pulled a condom from a box, I gathered a stack of pillows and nestled my head on them.
“July!” I screamed out as his crown pressed against my wet flesh.
“Relax, baby.” He soothed me as he kept pressing against my open flesh, and he lowered his head to take one of my stiff peaks into his mouth.
“Oh, July.” I moaned as my pussy finally gave way and granted him access to my soft core.
“Aw, baby, damn.”
My legs wrapped around his back, and he buried his face deep in my neck for several seconds. July stopped moving and murmured, “Wait.”
My legs clenched around him as my pussy pulsated against his hard dick.
“Not playing fair,” he muttered.
I thrust my hips and smiled at him. “Gimme some.”
July pushed up onto his hands and slowly thrust deep inside of me. “Girl, you feel so damn good.”
I had officially broken my year-long abstinent streak, and I could honestly say that I wasn’t mad.
I had feared that I might have wasted a year of sacrifice and getting to know myself better on some lame sex the first time that I decided to have sex.
I was scared that my body would be so desperate that I would settle for anything.
That wasn’t the case. July could dog me out tomorrow and never speak to me again, and I wouldn’t be mad. He was attentive as he kissed his way down my body after sliding out, and then gradually sliding back into me again.
My pussy clenched tightly to him and cloaked him in a possessive hold. Whenever he pulled out, it was with effort and determination, because I wrapped him so tightly that I did not want to let go.
His tongue laved my nipple, sucking and pulling, as he groaned his satisfaction. I flipped him over and rode him slow and hard. Our gazes locked, and I knew that he would talk big shit about this moment later. I also knew that he deserved to, and I wouldn’t mind.
Everything that July did to my body, I enjoyed and welcomed.
“One year, baby girl?”
“One year and four months later.”
“All you did was get this pussy prime for the picking,” he grunted.
My fingers traced the tattoos on his chest before swirling in his soft hair at his abdomen and beltline.
July took my fingers and rubbed them over my clit, along with my thumb, before he slid them into my pussy.
I watched as he slowly pumped them inside of me, and my arousal grew thicker. The need to cum grew more intense.
When he pulled my fingers free, he turned my thumb and sucked it along with my index finger. He took my middle and ring fingers and slid them between my slightly parted lips. I indulged in the salty and musky flavor on my fingers.
My eyes grew heavier as I felt myself on the verge of another orgasm. His hand went to my neck, and he slowly squeezed as he dug deeper into me.
“July!” I cried out.
Slow and fast pumps and thrusts alternated with tight rolls and slow digging. He took nothing from me that he was not willing to give in return. And when I came, it was with an intensity I had never experienced.
“That’s it, baby girl. Milk this dick.” He grunted as I squeezed and released intermittently around him. After I came, I reached between us and grabbed his shaft, pumping it in sync with his movements.
His mouth dropped open in a harsh grimace as his neck strained, and the veins in his neck popped out. He stared into my eyes as he lifted while releasing his seed into the condom. When he finished, I was thoroughly satiated, mind, body, and spirit.
July walked me to the door after I asked him to. I didn’t want to pretend that this was something it wasn’t. He kissed me at my door. I slipped inside, thankful for my decision.