EMERGING FROM A VAT OF SYRUP #2
I didn’t want to talk about that. Fuck no.
I leaned up, sliding my hand along her cheek, crushing my lips to hers.
I didn’t want to think about what I was agreeing to.
Seeing Tallulah around campus and pretending like I wasn’t crazy about her.
Leaving her apartment too early in the morning, having to keep my distance in public, making excuses to Fridge.
It’d break my fucking heart to stay away and I didn’t care.
Because it meant no goodbyes. We didn’t have to say goodbye at all.
Tallulah’s sweet, soft kisses were everything to me. To kiss when you love someone…I wanted her in a way poetry was created for. Sentences couldn’t contain it. That kind of love—painful, pining, hurting—couldn’t be easily defined or held in. Just felt. Experienced.
I kissed her again, moving to cover her body. She was flushed underneath me, dewy with sweat, sparkling from the pool.
Tallulah was poetry.
She tugged me back down, kissing me harder, her arms around my neck. This wasn’t lazy humping anymore. I dipped down to kiss her neck, biting her soft skin, desperate for the contact, relishing the feeling of her.
She gasped, arching to my touch. “I want to finish my bucket list.”
It was like a command. I immediately knelt down to eat her out when Tallulah stopped me.
“No. The last item. Something unexpected.”
“Something unexpected?” I repeated.
“I—I want to fuck outdoors.”
“You want to fuck outdoors?”
“I’m just as shocked as you.” She bit her lip. “I think I want to fuck you everywhere.”
I’d planned today as a fun retreat, I didn’t think we’d spend so long at the waterfall, I didn’t think she’d want sex.
“Fuck,” I muttered, disappointed “I didn’t bring a condom.”
She swallowed. “You can…”
“Don’t tell me to pull out. I can’t pull out of you, Tallulah.”
“Um—I wasn’t going to—”
I blushed as much as she was. “Oh.”
“No, I—I brought condoms.”
I glanced at her backpack. I’d checked that backpack. “You did?”
“The tiny pocket at the side.”
I didn’t open that one because I’d always thought it was a dumb type of pocket, too small to put anything worthwhile inside. Stupid on my part. I unzipped to find two condoms and that was better than anything I’d packed.
I hurried to roll one on.
“Fuck,” I rasped, spreading her thighs with my knee. “You’re a genius, you think of everything.”
We had to go extra slow without lube. Tallulah gasped and I caught her for another kiss, rolling my hips, carefully inching my way inside. It was fucking incredible.
“Have you…?” She trailed off, lower lip wobbling. “Without a condom?”
Her question stalled my progress. My hips stuttered and I had to force myself back in the rhythm again, sinking inside her. “No. Have you…?”
Tallulah shook her head, shivering. “No.”
Tension edged between us. I hadn’t even been thinking about that. I never thought of not using a condom with her. Tallulah was such a good girl. I’d never thought that she’d want…
“I wouldn’t last inside you without one,” I managed.
Tallulah’s fingers went to my hair and she brought me down until her lips were at my ear. “I’ve read about it.”
“Read about it?”
“Mm. About how good it feels when cum drips out of you. It must feel better for you too. Warm. Wet. Tight. How satisfying it feels to finally cum inside—”
“Tallulah—” My words were broken. “Uh, Tallulah—”
“Think of how good it’d feel right after. When you’re still cumming in me. Thrusting into me. Making sure every drop is—”
“Not—uh—not safe—”
“That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” she whispered and the thoughts in my brain disappeared. “Danger makes it more fun. Cumming inside of me….knowing it’s wrong, and still doing it, because you need—”
“Fuck,” I growled, wrapping a hand around her mouth.
I couldn’t listen to Tallulah. That was accelerating things way too quickly. My cock throbbed inside her, the pressure at my spine mounting too fast. With her dirty talk, I’d last twenty seconds.
Hell no.
I brought up Tallulah’s thighs, pressing her knees to her chest, and really started fucking her. This was fucking. I drilled into her, pounding her into the blanket, Tallulah’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking.
I could feel her pussy flex, gripping me tight.
Just…not as good as it would’ve been without a condom.
I’d never gone bare before, but I’d never experienced anything like Tallulah either. Never felt like this about anyone. The wanting, the ache inside.
Fuck, I’m going to cum quick.
I drove into her, fucking Tallulah hard to overcompensate for how quick I’d cum. She shuddered into her climax and I was right behind her, swearing, kissing her again. Pleasure rushed through me, overpowering me, and I groaned, spilling inside the condom. My body ached with relief.
“You’re dangerous,” I muttered.
“Thank you,” she hummed.
I dipped down to press my forehead against her stomach, kissing her bare skin as I rolled off the condom. Another item off her bucket list, and it still wasn’t completed. Not really. That elusive final item evaded me.
Tallulah needed to cum with my tongue buried inside her.
I nudged her legs apart to gaze down at my favorite place to be.
She thought it was weird that I loved looking at her pussy, but I didn’t care.
Especially in the sunshine, covered in her own cum…
Fuck. Her pussy was pretty. No better description.
I touched her and watched with rapt attention as her body instantly responded, thighs shifting to my touch.
What would she look like creampied?
My cum, dripping down her pussy. Smeared in it. Pushing it back inside of her when I fucked her again.
“Fuck,” I muttered, leaning closer.
I wanted…I couldn’t describe it. What was it? I wanted to claim her as mine. Fuck her in a way no one else had. Fuck her to prove that she’d never be satisfied with anyone else.
My thoughts were muddled with fantasies. I lowered my mouth to her, and Tallulah’s hand shot out to stop me.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“What?”
“You’re not—?” She sucked in a quick breath, eyes bouncing between me and her pussy that I was about to sink my tongue into. “We—we’re on a hike. An hour-long hike. We went swimming, we had sex, and—and—”
“Your bucket list isn’t finished.”
“Yes it is?”
“You haven’t cum from this yet.”
The blush darkened her face. “You know I can’t.”
“Won’t stop me from trying.” I glanced down. “You’re covered in your own cum. You look like a glazed dessert.”
“Nick, I—I’m really sweaty—”
“Can I lick it up?” I rasped.
“Oh my god,” fell out of her mouth.
“You look like dessert, sweetheart.” I gently coaxed her thighs open again.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her leaking my cum.
My cock ached at the thought, ached to bury inside of her again—no condom.
No protection. So I did the next best thing and settled between her legs, lowering my mouth. “I know you taste just as sweet.”