9. Brendan
Chapter Nine
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A nd yet those memories will crop up as painful memories always do.
T here is a God.
I’ve got Blondie pinned to the wall and my tongue is traveling down her neck as she presses her breasts into me with her hands on my ass. “Not here,” she whispers. “Stop.”
I look at her, panting and hungry for her. “Where then?”
“My bedroom.” The way she whispers, I can tell she’s afraid we’ll wake up whoever’s sleeping. She walks off.
“You have a roommate?” I ask, following her at a slower pace.
She throws a look over her shoulder and nods, holding her finger to her lips. “Doesn’t everyone our age?”
I smile. “Fair enough, Blondie.”
“Corinne,” she corrects, but her smile is playful and she wags her ass as she walks, obviously to tease me.
“Whatever you say, Corinne.”
I close the bedroom door behind me and turn on the light. “I want to see you.” I pull off my t-shirt and button-up, show her my abs. “We good with the lights on?”
Her eyes rake over my stomach and chest slowly, hardening my erection more, an appreciative look in her eyes. “Lights on. You got it.”
I point up to my face. “Face is up here.”
She giggles. “Oops. Caught me.” She turns and lifts her dress up so I can see her thong going up her tight little ass. “Or… let’s see if you can catch me.”
“Oh, I’ll catch you alright.” I lunge for her and she squeals. We race around a bit and I tackle her, wrestling her to the bed while she laughs. She pretends to bite my arm and I maneuver her around, grinning at her. “Now now. Play nice, kitty.”
“I like your muscles Brendan. Show them all to me.”
A fresh surge of blood rushes down as I get her meaning. But I want to hear her say it. “By all my muscles, do you mean all, Blondie?”
“Corinne,” she corrects, again. “And yes, if you want me to be more clear, I mean the muscle that’s straining against the crotch of your jeans.” She points to my bulge and I can’t help but look. She’s right. I’m bursting out of these.
I pull her against my body and we grind on each other, mashing around. I suck and nibble on her neck, massaging and teasing her skin with my teeth. I find my way under her dress to slide my thumb beneath her tiny panties. Brush my fingers across her skin, I groan as I feel her wetness.
Kissing her hard on the lips, I toy with her, pushing in a finger, then two, then sliding them around the outside of her and stroking her clit before I push them slowly back in again. Really slowly, until it’s torture. She moans and pushes her tongue into my mouth, arching her hips and rubbing herself against my hand without shame, aching to increase my speed. She shoves her hand down inside the front of my pants and grabs me.
“Not playing coy, I see,” I laugh.
“Coy is so boring.” She bats her eyelashes like a girl right out of Scarlet O’Hara’s playbook. It’s a joke and it’s cute, so I grin at her and growl. She purrs, “Mmm… someone’s not tiny.”
“Yeah? Well, I did eat my Wheaties.”
Blondie’s eyes go big. “You did not just say that!”
I nod, but I’m barely hearing us now. With the skill of someone who gets paid for it, she’s stroking my shaft from base to tip, up and down, watching my reaction. The girl’s got skills and I have to work to stop the burning heat of excitement from getting out of control. I’m throbbing and I can’t think. I push my fingers into her, deeper, give them a slow wiggle, flicking her clit rhythmically with my thumb at the same time. “How do you like what I’m saying now?”
She moans, “Best. Speech. Ever.” Her head whips back as she moans louder, writhing beneath me, losing her grip on my cock. I pull off her dress, unsnap her bra, and latch my lips around a perfect, pink little nipple shaped like a hard Number two pencil eraser. Blondie yells out and her pussy starts quivering around my fingers. No fucking way. Sara took forever – months to achieve the first time – and now this chick is going over the cliff from a hand job? I’ve heard of women like this, and I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t feel the walls of her pulsating around my fingers with surging heat.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, so excited as she hurls into regions I don’t even think I can take credit for. The way she’s moving around, the way she’s screaming – it’s a little intimidating, to be honest.
It’s like I’m not even here.
Then she locks eyes with me like someone possessed. “Come on! I want you inside me! All of you! Now! Do it!!” She yells and pulls at my jeans, “Do it!”
“Okay! Okay!” I pull down my pants and tug them off, shoes falling over themselves to the floor.
“Do it!!! Oh God – what are you waiting for!!???” She closes her eyes and throws her arms above her head.
Needing a condom, I jump off the bed, grab my pants, search my wallet, find one, rip off the plastic with my teeth, and slam it onto my wilting cock before it has time to embarrass the shit out of me. I pump myself a few times with my hand and mount the she-wolf-in-heat.
She moans as I push inside her more quickly than I have EVER done before. “Yes!! Oh God yes! Faster!” Normally I ease into things, treat a girl with finesse, but I’m terrified I’m going to lose my hard-on. I start pumping and close my eyes to picture someone else who isn’t so scary. Goth-girl’s eyes pop into my head and I shove the image away in confusion.
With Blondie moaning beneath me, I search for an image of Rebecca in Mendocino last weekend. Her lips on my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me. Boom. I’m up and running again. Blondie yells at me between porn-like screaming, “Faster!! Faster!!!”
“Okay! You’re the boss!” I grab her hips, lift her off the bed, with me on my knees and her legs splayed out from Canada to Mexico. She goes over the edge again, orgasming, slippery juices running down my leg. Did she just pee on me? Where the hell did that come from? I know for a fact that condom is still on. I can feel it.
I realize suddenly that she’s my first squirter! Until now, I’d thought squirting was a myth like the Tooth Fairy. Santa Clause. True Love.
I am very into this whole squirting thing. My body just says yes to this. My cock hardens and throbs and I groan and push into her, hammering her as she slams both hands to her head and her eyes roll back. It’s not as gross as it sounds. I’m feeling like I’m a god or something. This is amazing. She rises up on her elbows, stares at me. My eyebrows go up and we’re still fucking hard, fast, and furious. “I want to make you cum,” she says really loudly. So much for whoever was sleeping in the other room.
I can’t help but laugh! But my laugh silences in my throat as she shoots me a look that would scare Darth Vader. “Sorry. Yes. I want you to make me cum. That would be great.”
Her pleased smile returns – thank God – and she starts moving her body in little jerking motions, like she’s fucking me now, like she’s in control. “You like this? Do you like it?” I look down and have to admit, I do. She tightens around me and literally jerks me off in a way I can’t do on my own. “Tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”
“I like it!!!” I stare at the visual of me buried in her pussy, me staying still while she moves me in and out of her. My body steams up and my legs tingle. “Oh shit.”
“Are you going to cum?”
“Uh…yes?”
“I can feel you getting harder. Oh, you feel so good!”
I am in the big leagues and this shit is insane! I stare at her bouncing boobs. Without warning, she drives down on me hard, pushing me deeply into her, wiggles around a bunch. I cry out, stars shooting out of my head it feels so good. Holding on tightly to her hips, I groan and jerk, cumming hard. Falling on top of her in a gasping overwhelmed heap when it’s over, I mumble like an idiot, “Thank you.”
As if she’s reading a script, she says, without feeling, “That was amazing,”
“Yeah. It was.”
I’ve never experienced anything like it. And I’m not quite sure I want to, again. Let me think about it. Ummm… maybe?
But I don’t know what to do now. I want to go home. It’s clear who’s in charge, and it ain’t me. With my face planted in the covers by her head, my soldier still gasping inside her, I pant and listen to my heart rate slow. I’m waiting to see what she’s going to do or say next.
“You wanna stay over?” she asks, stroking my head.
I want to go home. “Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.”
Still stroking. “Awesome. Go clean up…”
I mutter, “Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.”
“Are you a parrot?” she giggles and bends her neck to kiss my shoulder.
“Yeah. Sure. That’d be great.” That one was for the fun of it.
She laughs, grabs a pillow and smashes it under her head as I rise up off her. “Will you get me a tissue while you’re at it?” I start to say it again, but, laughing, she stops me, “Don’t! You’ll make me pee myself.”