Chapter 11
Kyle
I plough my fingers deep inside her hot heaven, quickening my pace the moment I feel her tighten around me and I know she’s close. I shuffle up, taking her pert nipple between my lips and sucking, dragging my tongue across it, in an agonisingly slow way as she writhes under me. “Kyle I-I…” she whimpers, bottom lip clamped between her teeth. “Is that good Mol?” I whisper, taking her earlobe between my lips as she nods, eyes scrunched tightly closed. “How good?”
She arches her back again, desperation lacing her whisper, “So fucking good.”
She looks so damn sexy writhing around like that, begging for friction, begging me to let her orgasm. I’m in control right now, which I rarely am when it comes to her and I'm fucking loving every bit of it.
I press my lips to her parted ones, deliciously full and pouty, as she gasps into my mouth. “I’m gonna come Kyle, oh god, don’t stop.”
So I don’t. I keep my steady pace, pumping in and out of her, until she clamps down around my fingers and screams out my name. Her orgasm floods my hand, soaking me in her pleasure and I trail a sopping finger through her wet mess. The bud that’s at the centre of her happiness still pulsates, as she comes down from her high. I lightly peck her lips while she pants, running a hand through her bright waves and sighing with euphoric relief.
I shuffle down, so my face is between her thighs again. “Give me one more Molly,”
Her sapphire eyes widen with a shake of her head. “I can’t Ky—” “You can and you will, give me another one, on my tongue.” I stop her with a wet kiss on her pussy, as it continues to glisten from her first orgasm. There’s no way I can stop at one, watching her come undone like that is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed and I don’t intend to stop there. She’s getting at least two.
Her hands find my hair, twisting through it and tugging me deeper. My tongue locates her sweet spot again within seconds and she begins to cry out my name, for the second time tonight. When she lets herself go, orgasming all over my face and tongue, I finally let up, giving her a moment to breathe and float back down to earth.
“Ok,” she eventually breathes, sitting up and pushing me onto my back. “Your turn.”
Before I even have a chance to prepare myself for her, she descends, like she’s desperate to taste me. Her mouth sucks me in, taking the tip first, but quickly swallowing me whole, down into the depths of her open throat. I curse a muttered, “Oh fuck,” as she sucks me quicker, swirling her tongue around the head of my achingly hard cock. “Gonna come,” I grunt, after less than a minute of her lips being wrapped around me. It’s embarrassing how quickly she’s stolen every ounce of my control. “If you don’t want my come in your mouth Molly, you need to move, now.”
Her eyelashes bat against her rosy cheeks as she peers up at me. “I do,” she coos, “want your come in my mouth.”
“Oh shit, ok,” I grunt, eyes squeezing and hand palming the back of her head, as she takes me as deep as she can. The second I hit the back of her warm throat I'm gone, dead, buried, the whole lot. She swallows slowly, licking some of my come over her lips and looking me dead in the eyes, her eyelids hooded in that sexy way. I could come again just watching her swallow everything I gave her.
She makes her way up my thighs, prowling towards me like a lioness. “Are you going to fuck me now?” She says and I nod, throat bobbing. Why am I so nervous again? “Until I can’t walk?”
Oh fuck.
I nod eagerly, flipping her over so her spectacular body is wedged under mine. I can feel every inch of her honey skin, the warmth of her inner thighs as they come around my torso, hauling me closer. I suck at her neck, leaving a few purple swells, that will later remind me of how fucking lucky I’ve been tonight, to feel her perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. I stop at her entrance, waiting for her to stop me, but of course, she doesn’t. Molly yanks my face to her’s, sucking on my lips and gracing me with a hot sweep of her tongue as I push inside her.
Fucking hell she’s so tight, warm and beating around me, as I stroke deep inside her. She claws at my back muscles, manicured nails sinking into my skin and spurring me on. I keep a slow pace, being as gentle as I can, scared to be too rough and hurt her. I can feel her growing frustration though, when her thighs tighten around my waist and she tries to force me deeper inside her. I’m not giving her my whole length right now, not by a long shot.
“Fuck me like you mean it Kyle, I won’t break,” she snaps and I stop moving for a moment.
I look down at our joined bodies and my god, do I want to break her. “Are you sure? I won’t hold back if you don’t want me to.”
“God, please don’t hold back.”
I slam into her before she can inhale a breath and she screams out my name, before I plant a hand over her mouth, slamming into her a second time. Now I'm giving her all of me, every inch and watching her take it like a champ is causing the tingling orgasm to grow at the base of my spine again. Her sparkling eyes roll to the back of her head, as I slide deeper with each thrust, so deep she can probably feel me in her stomach. I take my hand off her mouth and she cries out my name, a wail following and her lips desperately find mine.
I watch her eyes flutter closed and her ankles come up around my neck, giving me even deeper access to her heavenly pussy. I want to hold onto my orgasm, make this last as long as possible. But with her legs draped over my shoulders, her bright eyes rolling back with pleasure and her pussy tightening around me, I don't think I can hold it back. The way she runs her fingers all over me, over the ridges of my stomach, admiring them as I fuck her, so hard she won’t remember her own name. I know that she’s coming again, this time all over my dick, when she bites down on my shoulder. Her thighs shake and suddenly a tsunami of her orgasm washes over me, as I fuck her as deep as I can.
I’m so drunk on this, on her.
I give up, after another whispered curse of my name leaves her lips and I explode inside her, holding her body so tightly to mine, I think I might snap her in half. Our damp bodies stick together whilst I lie on top of her, both of us catching our breath. I drop a few light kisses to her neck and jaw, before getting up. I immediately reach for her tissue box, dipping down to her aching pussy and cleaning up every last drop of mess that I made inside of her. I fucking ruined her and I loved every moment of it, I think she did too. She watches me intently, eyes bright and wistful as I wipe away the destruction I caused. Her eyes flicker with relief, the pent up sexual energy we’ve been bouncing off each other for weeks now finally released, and I know when I fall down beside her with a happy sigh, that we both feel lighter now.
“Wow,” Molly laughs with an airy breath, “that was a solid seven out of ten Davis, well done.”
I snort a laugh. “Seven out of ten my arse, that was the best fuck of both of our lives and you know it.”
“Yeah…maybe,” She teases, sitting up and draping an old, worn out t-shirt over her naked body, hiding it from my wandering eyes. I wish she’d stay naked, preferably forever, so I can just stare at every curve, every tiny freckle and that fucking belly button gem that I forgot to take between my teeth, the first time I made her come. But that’s ok, there are plenty more orgasms that I can give her.
I stand up behind her, picking my boxers up from her bedroom floor and walking cautiously out into the living room for the rest of my clothes. I know the right thing to do is to leave now. I’ve made her feel better about Ollie and I got what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her, to watch her mind burst as I came inside her. But I don’t really want to leave yet and as I watch her switch on the coffee machine, her hair now braided and falling loosely down her back, I want to ask if I can stay. I don’t even have my car here, Sean drove us to the dorm building and I had no intention of staying here without him. My plan tonight was to get shit faced with my teammates, to celebrate the brilliant week we’ve had. I can’t pretend though that the path this night took wasn’t earth shatteringly better than drinking myself into a hangover. I’m hungover on Molly now instead and you know what they say is the best cure for a hangover — more of what caused it in the first place.
Molly peers over her shoulder at me and I immediately feel nervous again, her deep blue eyes pin me to the spot and I can’t even move to shuffle my feet when she looks at me like that.
“So,” she smirks, pursing her pouty lips. “You staying tonight or what?” Like she can read my god damn mind.
“Erm,” I rub the back of my neck, scratch my stubbly jaw. “Is that ok? I can go home, if you want me to, I don't expect you to—” I didn’t even see her move across the room, but she shuts me up by pressing a delicate finger to my rambling lips.
“I want you to stay,” she whispers, hands landing on my shoulders when she trusts me not to start stuttering like a toddler again. “You better not snore though.”
“I don’t think I snore…” I ponder, scrubbing an anxious hand down my face again, before Molly pushes a cinnamon laced coffee into my hands to keep them busy. “Thank you,”
Her head tips towards the living room in a question. “Are you opposed to cuddling?”
Fuck no, I'm not. I love a cuddle as much as the next guy and cuddling with Molly, having her legs tied with mine as I run my fingers up her bare back, sounds like just the kind of medicine I need, after the best sex of my life. But instead of saying what I really want to say, the pink tint in my cheeks makes me steer my words in another direction. “We can cuddle,” I shrug, taking her small hand in mine and lacing our fingers together, as I lead her to the couch.
She shifts my legs open and lies back between them, pulling the hair tie out the end of her braid and spreading her blonde hair over my torso, like a splatter of sunshine. She doesn’t need to ask me for what she wants, I thread my fingers softly through her long hair, running my hands through her rays of sunshine, until I hear her breathing deepen.
I watch her for a little while, as she sleeps soundly between my open thighs, her head resting against one muscle and her legs wrapping around it like a tree trunk. Her hair is still between my fingers at midnight and I start to worry that Sean and Callie will come hurtling in, drunk and delirious. Callie is scary enough when she’s sober, she’s like an angry goose when she’s drunk, hissing and chasing anyone who pisses her off. That would definitely be me, if she came back and saw her half naked best friend sleeping between my open legs.
So I clamber out of Molly’s grip and lift her into my arms, taking her to bed and curling in beside her, letting sleep drag me down into a dreamless abyss.