Chapter 2
TWO
The way home from the bar felt much longer than the usual few minutes.
It could be because of the beautiful blonde siren I’m dying to undress.
Fiddling open the front door, we quickly kick off our shoes, and I lead her up the stairs. Then I pull her into my room. As soon as the door clicks closed, I press her against it, capturing her lips once more.
She’s fucking addictive. Every part of her is soft, and she carries the intoxicating scent of Pina Colada. I have no idea why that turns me on so much, but the aroma of coconut envelops me and, combined with her sweet whimpers while I suck on her bottom lip, makes me rock-hard.
I have to squeeze my cock for a second, needing relief from the strain against my jeans. Releasing her, I step back, pull my beanie off my head, and slip off my sweater, leaving me in only my jeans.
Her gaze fixes on my chest, she exhales softly, her mouth slightly agape, and my body burns with desire under her stare.
I can’t suppress the grin as I unbuckle my belt.
Pushing down my jeans and black boxers, I step out of them, my gaze never leaving hers.
After discarding my socks, I stand completely bare before her, and her breath hitches.
Using my forefinger to close her open mouth gently, her beautiful hazel eyes return to mine. “Do I meet your distinguished taste?” I ask with a chuckle, and she nods eagerly, making me laugh again.
She’s adorable and still so fucking sexy.
That and the fact that I’ve never seen her before tell me she’s not from here. They don’t grow them like this here.
I grasp the hem of her sweatshirt, seeking confirmation in her gaze. She nods once more, and that’s all I need. As I lift it over her head, she quickly unclasps her pink bra, letting it drop to the floor.
Someone’s eager.
My eyes drift down to her chest, and fuck me, that’s a very pretty pair of tits. They aren’t too big, maybe a handful, perky, and her pink nipples are already peaked. I reach out, letting my thumb graze one, causing her to tremble and inhale sharply.
“I’m going to taste them too, but first, there’s something else I crave,” I mutter, still not letting go of our little game.
I go down on one knee before her, unzip her jeans, slide them down her legs, and help her step out of them.
Her legs are long and toned, her skin so soft when I let my palms glide up the outside of her thighs.
She’s not wearing socks, leaving her in a delicate white pair of panties.
Taking a whiff, I groan at the coconut smell mixed with her arousal.
My mouth waters, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Starting at her knee, I leave a trail of kisses up her leg before I wrap my arms around her thighs and stand, making her yelp in surprise. When I reach for the light switch, she stops me.
“Can we keep the lights on?” she asks, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance.
“Fuck yes,” I agree enthusiastically. I’m so used to girls wanting the lights off that it’s become a reflex, but it would be a shame not to have this tight little body lit up perfectly.
Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down gently. My fingers eagerly hook into the waistband of her panties, and I slide them down, exposing a perfect pink little pussy.
Fuck.
“What’s your name, Siren?” I ask, climbing onto the bed and drawing her closer by the backs of her thighs, positioning my face just above her and inhaling deeply.
I think I just found my new favorite scent.
“No names, just…” she begins, but her words trail off as I run my tongue along her slit, causing her to gasp.
“That’s fine by me. I have better things to do than talk anyway,” I state, caressing her thigh on the outside while gently biting the inside of it.
I let go of her, leaning back to take her in. “For the next few minutes, I only want to hear four words from you. Harder, softer, faster, and slower. Got it?”
“Yes,” she whispers, propped up on her elbows. She gazes down at me, so I maintain eye contact as I taste her again. Her hazel eyes close, and her head tilts back. “Oh. My God...”
“The Lord isn’t on your vocabulary list tonight, pretty girl,” I tease before leaning in again and sucking on her clit.
She bucks into my face, and I have to press her hips down to the bed again.
My tongue flicks quickly over her, and I observe the changes in her expression as pleasure washes over her. Her hands clutch at my sheets. “Slower,” she murmurs, and I oblige, languidly running my entire tongue over her while I slip a finger inside. Her breathing becomes uneven, and she moans.
What a beautiful sound.
She’s already incredibly wet, so I add another finger, curling them in a ‘come hither’ motion. She lifts her head to look at me, and I meet her gaze again. I’ve never eaten out a girl with such intense eye contact before, and the sight of her watching me is almost enough to push me over the edge.
I place my other hand on the top of her pelvis, applying gentle pressure as I continue to finger her and circle her clit with my tongue.
A flash of surprise crosses her face before she closes her eyes again, letting out another moan and breathing heavily.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and my cock twitches, eager to be gripped by her too.
“Harder,” she instructs on a moan. I firm up the pressure of my tongue slightly, maintaining the rhythm. “Yes! Fuck, just like that, don’t…”
Sensing she’s on the brink, I don’t dare change my pace or pressure.
I continue my deliberate pace, pushing her closer, and after a few more moments, she comes, squeezing my fingers hard and gushing, her whole body tensing up.
Her taste is almost sweet, and I can’t get enough, devouring her until she comes down from her high and collapses back onto the bed, breathless.
“You’re right,” I comment, wiping my face on her inner thigh before I give her pelvis a short peck. “That tequila is way better than bad beer.”
She huffs a laugh, putting a hand over her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed with an adorable redness, and as soon as I inch back, she closes her legs as if embarrassed.
Cute.
Rising from the bed, her gaze is heavy on me as I bring the fingers that were just inside her to my mouth, savoring her taste, and I can’t help the groan that leaves my lips.
She turns to sit up as I move to stand beside the bed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Holding out my hand, still covered in a mix of her and my saliva, I position my palm beneath her chin.
“Spit,” I command, and she complies after a moment’s hesitation. I grab my pulsing cock, already slick with pre-cum, and pump a few times, her spit lubricating it even more, making me groan.
Opening the nightstand drawer, I retrieve a condom, tearing the packet open with my teeth while still stroking myself before rolling it on.
She watches my every move but doesn’t say a word, so I usher her back to lie on the bed and get on top of her.
Her legs open for me willingly while her hands come up to my shoulders.
She shudders under me, taking a deep breath as if nervous, but all I feel is need.
I need more of her, need to drown in her and her scent. I want to fuck this girl so thoroughly she loses the ability to think straight because she sure has made me lose mine already.
Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I say, “You have two more words you’re allowed to use tonight.
Yes and no.” She bites her lower lip, that lush goddamn lip, and I lean in for another kiss.
“So, tell me, pretty girl, can I fuck you?” I ask against her mouth while one of my hands drifts to her chest, rolling her nipple, goose bumps rising in my wake.
Please say yes. God, I don’t know if I could move on after having just a little taste.
“Yes.” Her answer is breathy without hesitation, causing a grin to spread, and I have to let out a scoffing chuckle.
Thank fuck.
Bracing myself over her, I line myself up, letting my sensitive head fall between her folds before sliding in with one thrust. She’s soaked, allowing me to bury myself to the hilt, and I can’t help but grind my hips into her.
My breath gets stuck on an inhale, sinking so deep the head of my cock presses into her cervix.
When her hips jolt in response, her walls clench around me, and I have to grit my teeth.
If I don’t get my shit under control, I’m going to come like some two-pump chump, and I already know I want to savor this. Savor her.
Her nails dig into my skin, and a little gasp escapes her as she takes me.
I could write poems about that sound.
I close my eyes with a groan.
And about this tight little pussy, goddamn.
“Fuck,” she breathes out.
“Yeah, I think that word is allowed too.” I snicker before leaning down to kiss her and pulling back, only to push back inside her.
I take my time, relishing the moment.
We have the whole night.
And morning, if I have any say in it.
Pulling away from her lips, I trail kisses down to her chest, licking her breast before taking one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking on it.
Her breaths are on the verge of pants, and she shivers when I let it pop out of my mouth.
I relish how her body reacts to me as I make my way to her shoulder, biting down on the point where it meets her throat, causing her pussy to clench around me, and I don’t miss the sharp gasp she releases.
Oh, you like it a little rough?
My hand glides over her tit, squeezing gently, before moving to grasp her wrist, guiding it above her head. I do the same with her other wrist, holding both with one hand while my right hand returns to her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
Fuck, I’m close already, but I need this to last.
“No,” she presses out, her voice trembling and barely above a whisper. I freeze, shocked out of my lusty haze, looking up into her eyes, and the fear I see in them makes my blood turn cold.
Letting go of her immediately, I pull out, rolling off and beside her.