Sixteen
S he was so fucking enticing, and I was weak, so holding back was suddenly impossible as she writhed about on my fingers, and let out those ragged moans. I’d heard them on the phone, but it was nothing like hearing them in the flesh. I trailed kisses down her neck, and buried my face there, breathing in the sweet scent of her, before I sank my teeth into her skin and pinched on her clit.
She came undone right there, pinned between the wall and my body, with my teeth still grazing her shoulder and my fingers buried deep inside her.
“Oh god, Stitch…”
I grinned, and kissed her shoulder, her throat, her jaw, and finally her lips again.
“I like how it feels when you come on my fingers, Camille. I think I want to feel it with my tongue next.”
She shuddered, and gripped my wrist, as I withdrew my fingers.
“Stitch, please, come to bed with me.”
I glanced at the window, where light was starting to tease the darkness away.
“It’s morning.”
She lifted my fingers to her lips, and ran her tongue over them, tasting herself on my skin, while I ached to feel her tongue on my dick, on my… fuck … I backed away and she let me.
“Something hits you sometimes, when you seem like you’re into me, you suddenly seem to kind of, slump. Stitch, tell me. In fact, tell me in bed. We’re going there for a while, until the sun’s fully up. We’ll decide which bucket list things to do first.”
She towed me up the stairs to her room, and I wasn’t fighting anymore, because I wanted just something normal and real, and not death-related, like holding a fucking woman in bed.
Camille reached up and helped me out of my cut first, laying it carefully, almost reverently on the bedside table. Next she tugged my t-shirt from my jeans and lifted it until I took over and lifted it over my head.
“See? Isn’t that better already?” Camille pressed her hands against my bare chest, and dragged her nails lightly over my skin, making it tingle beneath her touch. She hadn’t even gone for my pierced nipple, which surprised me because she’d shown such an interest in… oh hell…
She leaned closer, and ran her tongue around the piercing, teasing my nipple, then lightly tugging on the piercing with her lips.
“Jesus…”
She lifted those gorgeous big eyes to mine.
“You said you like it touched, and licked, and oh… what was the third one… oh right. Sucked.” She wrapped her mouth around the piercing and sucked on my nipple, and I couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure that time.
“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna make a schoolboy mistake.”
“That’s all it’d take to make you come, Stitch? I thought I’d have to work harder than that.”
She sucked on my pierced nipple again, but one of those sneaky hands started stroking me through my jeans. Fuck me… it was everything I could want, and yet…
I caught her hand as she started undoing my jeans.
“No. Let me make you come again. Get on the bed.”
Camille backed up and stared at me, with the cutest little frown on her face.
“So… a big old bucket list you made tonight, and nowhere on it was the desire to ever fuck anyone again. Stitch, you’re clearly made of working parts down there. Why don’t you let me touch you?”
Cammy
H e was torn, I could tell, and I wanted to try and prove to him that he didn’t need to be ashamed, or embarrassed. I wasn’t even completely sure that he’d be able to perform, because I wasn’t sure what he’d had done down there, although I had my suspicions.
“Stitch, please… do you really want to go the rest of your life without pleasure? Use me, take your pleasure in me. I want you, any way you’ll have me.”
He backed up and sat on the bed, glancing around the room. At first I thought he was just feeling uneasy, but then he reached for his t-shirt, and I lunged, snatching it out of his hand. I tossed it behind me, not caring where it landed. Despite the noise in his head, he grinned, but it disappeared fast.
“I’m not worth it, girl. I’m just gonna mess you up, and leave you alone. We should stop now, before this goes any further.”
I shook my head, moving over to push him back, so I could straddle his lap. His hands stayed away, bracing him so he didn’t quite lay back.
“Stitch, if you keep denying me, I’m going to take it personally. I’m not this confident, okay, and everything you do to push me away, regardless of your reasons, it hurts me.”
Stitch groaned, and his hands landed on my thighs.
“Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want you, Camille. I want you so fucking badly it hurts, I just don’t know if I’m able to do what I want.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Stitch.” I leaned over and sucked on his pierced nipple again, grinning when he let out a low curse.
“Fucking hell, girl, I want to roll us over, and pin you down on the bed, while I fuck your brains out. I want to hear you gasping my name, as I make you come, while I fuck you into oblivion. I want to leave you exhausted, and fucking breathless, and with that satisfied smile a woman gets when she’s been well and truly fucked. I used to be able to do that, but now I just… I just don’t know.”
“Ever heard the expression ‘it’s like riding a bike’, or ‘get back on the horse’?”
He laughed. “So are you the bike or the horse? I think calling yourself either is an insult to your beauty, Camille. You’re so fucking far out of my league, what the hell are you doing sitting on top of me right now? You could have anyone, and you seem to want a washed up loser, who can’t even give it to you like you deserve.”
I slid out of his lap and stood in front of him.
“Stitch, I’m naked, I’m wet, and I want you, but if you don’t want to help me out, then get the fuck off my bed, so I can get myself off.”
He burst out laughing, and sat up, dragging me closer, so I stepped between his legs.
“You’re a fucking minx, do you know that?”
He kissed my lips, then lowered his head, and circled one of my nipples with his tongue, and my knees shook as he sucked it into his mouth. His stubbly beard tickled my skin, as he sucked hard and pulled back a little.
“God, Stitch…”
He chuckled quietly, releasing my nipple, and standing up without releasing his hold on my hips.
“You make me want to try, Camille…”