Chapter 14 #2
Thanking her by thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I aim for gentle, but there’s no denying I’ve gone from zero to hero.
She doesn’t seem to mind though—her hands claw at my hair and she’s writhing beneath me, which isn’t helping my predicament any, but now that I have a plan, I’m feeling more in control.
I pull back to tug on her jersey, then pause because she’s wearing my name. Why the fuck would I want to strip her out of it?
Instead, I wrestle it up higher until I find the front clasp of her bra. Releasing it, I watch her tits spill free and groan.
“You weren’t wearing a bra that night.” Yes, that. There’s only one night that counts.
I’m also aware it’s an accusation.
“No. You’d... I mean, one would have seen the straps.”
"Oh, one would, huh?"
She slaps my shoulder.
“You don’t wear a bra only if you’re with me next time.”
Something sparks in her eyes. “You don’t own me.”
“You sure about that? Don’t you think you’ll own me after tonight?” I swallow her gasp, even as my hands are cupping the swells of her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs as I devour her mouth again.
She whimpers and whines, the noises working on me better than a BlueChew.
With a hiss, I retreat again, because the state she has me in is urgent.
“Wait!”
I pause. “What is it?”
“Pecan—where is he again?”
“Hailey’s. They were going to a party together and he said he was ending up there.”
“Thank God! Okay, carry on.”
Chuckling as I kneel between her legs, I move to her jeans and lower the zipper at her crotch. She just watches me, cheeks flushed with discomfort as I reveal her to me.
My lips kick up into a grin when I see her Lilo and Stitch panties and I tug on the front. “Sexy.”
“Like you don’t have Simpsons socks.”
My grin deepens before I drag her jeans and panties onto the floor after I nudge off her sneakers.
When she’s bare from the tits down, hunger has me groaning.
She’s so soft.
All curves.
I want to drown in her.
“Zach?”
Blinking, I look at her.
She gulps. “Can you do something?”
“Sure.”
“It’s kinda hot you staring at me like I’m a T-bone steak and you’ve been on a juice cleanse for a month, but can we even things up here?”
My reply is to toss off my hoodie and throw it on the floor.
That earns me another gulp.
Then, I work on my own jeans, rearing off the couch and kicking my boots then the denim off.
When I’m naked, she babbles, “Wow.”
My hand drops to my dick. I don’t bother jacking off yet, because if I do, just the sight of her like this is enough to trigger a second explosion.
Instead, I drop to my knees on the floor this time, and I tug on her calves until she’s nearer to the edge of the couch.
She shrieks but doesn’t argue or stop me from manhandling her. She studies me with those big brown eyes that have turned me to mush my whole life. Before, it was as a friend, but this is a world away from that.
Widening her thighs, I create a space for myself between them, then sigh as I take her in.
“God, you have a pretty pussy.”
“Shut up!”
Her cheeks are glowing again, but I arch a brow at her.
“Can we at least agree that I’d be the one who’d know?”
“As much of a jerk thing to say as that is, yes.”
I nod. “So, say it with me. ‘Denny has a pretty pussy.’”
She tries to kick me, but I field it off with a wolfish smile.
“Can’t wait to taste you,” I croon.
“You’re going to…”
“Eat you out? Yes.”
“Zach!”
“What? I’ll fuck you with my tongue too—”
“Oh, god.” Her hand covers her face but she peeps at me through her fingers so I know she’s torn between embarrassment and enjoyment. Something she confirms when she arches her back, pelvis rocking forward and legs spreading even more.
“You’re so fucking wet, D. Is that all for me?”
“Yes,” she says with another pout. “But you don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t think I ever will,” I agree. “I’ll do my best to earn it though. Every damn day you keep me around.”
That has her hand flopping onto the couch. “You’re the best man I know, Zach Bradley! Don’t you be talking smack about yourself!”
Aw, shit. Is there any wonder I’m a fool for her?
Because she deserves to feel good after making me feel good, eyes locked on hers, I flutter my tongue through her folds.
That triggers another squeal.
But she doesn’t cover her face.
Nah, she sits up on her elbows again.
Hiding a smile, I lap at her clit, watching what makes her squirm and what makes her space out.
I wasn’t lying about not having done this in a long time—this is a learning curve for us both and she’s a class I refuse to fail.
As I pick up on what gets her hot, I move faster, licking and nibbling here and there in spot attacks.
Thrusting my tongue into her earns me a groan and her head tips back.
When I rub her clit at the same time with my nose, one of her heels digs into the couch and the other angles onto my shoulder, granting me better access.
After she shoves her cunt into my face, I grab my dick and hold on for the ride.
I don’t stop until she’s a wriggling, moaning mess under me.
But it’s when she cries out my name that I realize what’s happening.
This is Denny.
My best friend.
The crush I didn’t let myself have.
The best kiss I’ve ever had.
And I come.
I can’t help it.
I moan into her slit, sensing her appreciation of the extra vibration while I milk myself dry.
Panting into her pussy, I keep it up as she arches her hips, wanting her to associate me with pleasure because if getting her hooked on Os is the way to keep her with my dumb ass, then I’ll do what I gotta do.
Ah, Jesus, how will I ever cope?
Smirking in delight, I savor her cries. Her ass pumps into the air as she rides my massive grin, cries morphing into moans before a shrill sob bursts from her and she slumps into the couch.
Her gaze is no longer on me, but the ceiling, and that’s when she whispers, “Wow.”
“Better than just your fingers?”
She wafts a hand. “Definitely. You can be cocky. You deserve it.”
I am so fucking relieved that I didn’t suck at sucking. “You were beautiful when you came, gorgeous.”
Her throat bobs. “I-I was?”
“Oh, yeah. Those feet of yours were digging into me as I ate you out. Made your back arch and everything. Those life-affirming, wake-up-call, solar-plexus-punch tits begged me for attention, but I’m the best at prioritization. You tasted so good—”
She angles her head forward. “Really?”
I show her my hand that’s speckled with cum.
“Again?”
My cheeks burnish with heat. “Again.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Can I taste?”
What kind of fool would I be if I refused that offer?
She laps at my fingers, small licks that have me cursing. As she sucks one in, swirling her tongue around the tip, I stutter out another curse.
If I’d been worried about my refractory period, yeah, no need.
The minx notices too.
“You’re hard again.”
“So fucking hard,” I babble.
She props herself up on an elbow, then smoothes her thumb over my wet mouth. “I thought guys didn’t like giving oral.”
“I don’t. But you’re you. Why wouldn’t I want to feast on you? You want to see me come again?”
“Y-You can?”
“I’m so hot for you, Denny. I know I can go all night long.”
Her eyes widen. “O-Okay.”
That I have her stuttering is the biggest turn-on.
I surge up, resting one knee on the edge of the couch as I grab a hold of my dick. “Show me your pussy.”
Though she turns bright red, she spreads her slit wide open for me.
“That little clit’s pink as fuck,” I observe. “God, I can’t wait to taste you again. Never gonna get enough of you, Denny. Never. Want you to sit on my face next time. Want you to ride my mouth until you get off—”
“Jesus, Zach,” she mewls.
Eyes locked on hers, I stroke my cock faster. “While you’re fucking my face, I’ll get to have my hands on those tits of yours. They’re so big. I’m gonna titty-fuck them one day, Denny,” I vow, grabbing my balls and tugging on them. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, D. So soft. I wanna drown in you—”
With her as my muse and my canvas, I find my release.
But as cum flows from me, I paint it onto her slit.
I switch my focus between her dazed eyes and my cum on her pussy, slicking over her fingers, making her jolt in surprise. As I groan through the pleasure, I watch her bewilderment as I twist on my balls to eke out the sensation for as long as I can.
Then, I run my fingers along her pussy, gathering my release.
“This is where the trust comes in, D,” I tell her as I circle her hole. “You can back off—”
With her pupils blown, she shakes her head. “N-No. This is really hot, Zach.”
“You want to take me?”
“Take you? You just came though—”
I grab her hand and shape it to my shaft. “Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready for you.”
Another mewl—I’m collecting and savoring them.
“Fuck, Zach,” she moans, but she strokes me, proving she’s not the only one taking notes because she mimics how I was jerking off.
At least, she does her best in our current positions.
In time to her strokes, I thrust my cum-soaked fingers into her pussy, making sure that she’s nice and lubed up as the last thing I want is to cause her pain.
By the time that she’s slick enough to take me with ease, my dick’s back in business.
“Wow. It’s just as hard as before.”
“Perks of dating a hockey player,” I remark, drifting forward, returning to my position above her.
This time, when my dick finds her pussy, nothing’s between us.
“I know what heaven feels like now.”
I close my eyes because she’s molten silk, coated in me, and I need this, her, acceptance and love and us, every goddamn night for the rest of my life.
Her lips get sucked between her teeth again as she shifts and shuffles beneath me until her heels are digging into my ass and her knees are butterflied to the couch.
“You want me to come again for you, gorgeous? ‘Cause keep up the show and I will.”
“No, just hoping you’ll hurry up.”
As I snicker—of course, sex with Denny would include laughter—I guide my dick home.
“You’re—” D gulps. “—big.”
“You’ll take me perfectly, Denny.”
“God,” she croaks as I carefully thrust into her. “You feel so... I feel… This is… I need…”
“Tell me, Denny. Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything. Just tell me, gorgeous.”
That has her face crumpling. Her hand wafts. She gestures at nothing then at where we’re joined. “More.”
Like I promised I would, I give her what she’s asking for.
Slowly. But surely. Not rushing her. Taking it gently so she never has a chance to tense up.
Fuck, she feels even better like this. So tight. Jesus.
“How you’re squeezing me is fire, D,” I grate out, aware that I sound tortured, but what a way to goddamn go.
Her keening cry as one of her hands finds my hair, which she tugs like she doesn’t care she’ll make me bald, is what I need to hear every night before I fall asleep.
Using that as a measure of how ready she is, I continue onward.
Inch after inch, I feed her my cock until, finally, I’m all the way in.
That’s when I notice the spots at the sides of my vision because how I’m not coming is a miracle in and of itself.
“You’re turning me into a two-pump chump, D.” I half-groan. “And that’s not a complaint.”
She moans in my ear, then her teeth snag my earlobe and she bites down. Hard enough to make me hiss. It encourages me to move my hips though. Words are caught in her throat. She makes one long noise as I finally give her what she silently begged for.
I don’t go too fast, not wanting to push and hurt her, only pausing so I can find her clit.
A few flicks of my fingers and her tight pussy is clamping even tighter around me. When she releases a hoarse cry, I let go because I can’t hold it.
She’s freedom and chains. Tying me to her, binding us together while letting me fly free.
As our mutual orgasms pummel us, her broken sobs merging with my soul-deep moans, her nails burrowing into my skin while my fingertips leave bruises on her ass for me to seek out tomorrow, my brain short-circuits and the only thing I’m capable of thinking is…
She’s mine now.
And I’m never letting her go.