Chapter 24
Hank
Watchingmy cock disappear between Chastity’s lips over and over while she finds a rhythm has my balls tight and my teeth clenched.
This is everything.
I’ve never been a guy who had a thing for virgins, but knowing that Chastity has never had another man in her mouth is a hell of a bonus to this blowjob. She’s giving it her all and seems to be enjoying what she’s doing, which both turns me on and makes me jealous.
I can’t stand the thought of her turning around and doing this with some random guy, who may or may not treat her the way she deserves.
It’s making me angry. I grip the back of her head tighter than I should, frustration building inside me. With each stroke, I’m tighter and together, until it feels like both my balls and my head are going to explode.
“Why not me?” I ask her again. “You want to be in a relationship. Why not with me?”
It’s an insane time to ask her a weighty question like that, but I need to know. I can’t fully enjoy myself thinking she’s just getting her blowjob stripes so she can go and perform the world’s greatest oral on some other asshole.
I want to punch the future guy that Chastity deems worthy of her attention, her body, her love.
It’s impossible to receive her attention without telling her I want more. I don’t want to be practice. I want to be the real deal. I think I always have.
“You said,” she says breathlessly, between inhaling my cock, “you don’t have time.”
If that’s her hangup, I call bullshit.
“I have time for you. I spend all my fucking free time with you.” I ease my grip and tilt her head up so she can see me. “I want to be with you, Chastity. Fully. Completely. With my whole heart.”
She stills. Her jaw goes slack. My dick starts to slip out of her mouth. It would be funny if it wasn’t my whole damn future on the line.
“What?” She looks astonished.
But she’s not telling me to get out of her house so she can go find Mr. Right, so I’m taking that as a positive sign.
When she continues to just stare at me in speechless silence, I shift back. “Get on the bed. I’ve been wanting to get you naked again for two years.”
I help her up and ease her back until the backs of her knees hit the bed. Dragging my finger across her bottom lip, I take in the desire shining in her eyes, the flutter of her pale but full eyelashes, the color in her cheeks. Brushing her hair away from her temple, I lean in and kiss her, slowly, coaxingly. It’s miraculous how much I remember this, the taste of her. Miraculous that I’ve managed to live all these months without it.
My eyes drift shut, my hands disappearing into her hair as I shift in, wanting to be closer. Always closer.
Without hesitation, her arms wrap around to my back, under my arms, and she’s sliding her touch up and down over the bare flesh.
“The video says to change the view. Is that what we’re doing?” she asks breathlessly, her head lolling to the side as I trace a pathway down her neck with my lips.
“Something like that.” I want to touch her, taste her, feel her.
But I need to see her first. I want all of her on display, just for me.
“Lie down,” I urge her, bending into her personal space so she has no choice but to lie back on the bed.
Once she’s settled back, legs still dangling over the side of the mattress toward the floor, it’s my turn on my knees. I go between her knees and tug her sweatpants down. She starts to sit up but I shake my head.
“No. Stay still. Just for a minute. I just want to look at you.” Sliding my thumbs down either side of her slit, she jolts from my touch, but I hold her firmly by the thighs. “Look at how wet you are.”
She is, and it makes my throat go dry. She got this wet just from taking my cock into her mouth. Nothing is hotter than that.
“Hank,” she breathes. “What are you doing? What are we doing?”
That’s my cue to distract her. I don’t want her to have too much time to think about what we’re doing. I just want her to feel. “It’s like the zipline, babe. Just let go.”
I flick my tongue over her clit. She almost levitates off of the bed. This is what I remember. How sensitive she is to my touch. I ease my tongue into her pussy and thrust gently in and out. She’s moaning and squirming already, trying to reach for me.
Pulling back, I enjoy the sound of her disappointed cry. If she only knew what that does to me, knowing how much she wants me. I stand up, take in all her delicious curves, all her creamy bare flesh.
“You’re beautiful, inside and out,” I tell her.
She blushes just a little, but she does say, “Thank you. You’re pretty awesome yourself.”
“Now spread your legs,” I say. It comes out rougher than I intend, but she seems to like it.
Her chest rises up and down, and her skin turns red above her breasts, spreading across her collarbone. She obediently moves her legs apart, displaying herself for me in invitation.
Settling in between her thighs, I barely have a chance to taste her before she’s shoving at my head, knocking me away from her.
“No. I don’t want to come yet.”
Chastity rolls over and yanks open her nightstand drawer. I spot a vibrator in there, which will make for fun at a later date. Tonight, that bad boy has to take a back seat to the real deal. She pulls out a box of condoms and tosses it at me. It almost takes out my eye.
“Why do you have condoms?” I ask, and immediately want to punch myself in the face.
Now isn’t the time, asshole.
“After New Orleans, I realized I can’t expect a man to be the one who is prepared. That I need to take responsibility if I want to be sexually active.”
It doesn’t escape my attention that the box is unopened. I try not to express triumphant gleefulness. “That’s smart, sweetheart. I appreciate you even more right now than I already did.”
“You’re glad the box is unopened. It’s written all over your face, Hank.”
I try to look innocent. I scoff. “I already know you haven’t been having sex. Of course the box isn’t open.” I rip at the cardboard. “Look. It is now.”
The size is wrong. That’s obvious the second I roll it onto my hard cock. It doesn’t help that she’s lying on her back again, legs wide open, brushing the palms of her hands over her nipples.
“This condom doesn’t fit me,” I tell her. “It’s too tight. It’s strangling me.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not! Look at it. It doesn’t fit. It’s cutting off my circulation.”
She studies me. “I thought guys like cock rings.”
“This isn’t a cock ring. It’s latex, and it’s over my whole dick. I swear, I’m not trying to be difficult, but babe, it actually hurts.”
“You can’t take it off. Just roll it down a little. It does look a little…purple.” She makes a face.
I do as she suggests, and it does ease the squeeze a bit. “That’s better. Holy shit.”
“So you’re bigger than average?” she asks. “If these don’t fit?”
“I don’t mean to brag, but yes.” It’s just facts.
“Wow. Then I deep-throated a bigger-than-average dick. I feel pretty proud of myself.”
That makes me laugh and reach for her. “Yes, you did. I’m proud of you too. I think you deserve a reward for that.” She didn’t actually deep-throat me, but I’ll let her figure that out at a later date.
I lap at her pussy again, and this time I don’t take no for an answer. She comes on my mouth, hard, in thirty seconds. Damn, she’s something else.
Sliding up beside her, I slap her ass lightly. “Sit on my face. We’re going to do that again.”
“What?” She sounds absolutely scandalized and very, very intrigued. “I…don’t know how.”
“Put your legs on either side of my head, and just lower yourself. You don’t have to hover. I can take all your weight.”
“I’m going to crush you.”
“No, you’re not.” She’s shifting, awkwardly settling herself on my chest. I grip her ass and scoot her up further.
“How are you going to breathe?”
“Don’t worry about me. Hold onto the headboard and relax. I’ll do everything.”
This is a particular fantasy of mine with her because she has such full and glorious hips. They’re made for a man—me—to hold onto.
At first she’s tentative, trying to prevent herself from fully sitting on my tongue, but once I give her a few flicks of my tongue and show her I’m not in danger of suffocating, she lets go and sinks down on me.
It’s so damn hot that I go at her furiously, wanting every inch of her desire. She’s wet and getting wild, her cries loud and free of restraint. She comes on me again and again, until my mouth is soaked, and her voice is raw and raspy. Then, and only then, do I urge her to shift down, and I get the ultimate pleasure of pushing my cock up inside her tight, slick channel. She’s so damn tight, I swear.
“Baby, you are so fucking tight,” I groan.
She’s also joining in, finding a rhythm to match mine. We’re fucking in total unison, and it’s everything.
“I’m getting so confused,” Chastity says a few seconds later, pushing her hair back out of her face, hips rolling as she grinds herself down on my cock. “Is this fake or real?”
She’s naked, her tits bouncing, my grip on her hips so tight I’m creating red marks on her skin, my cock buried inside her, and she has to ask? I’m going to assume this is her idea of humor.
If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I would laugh. “Were those orgasms fake?”
“No.” She shakes her head vigorously.
I thrust harder. “There’s your answer, then.”
“Oh.”
Slipping a finger between us, I tease at her tight clit.
“Oh.”
I work the rhythms together, cock sliding up into her while I massage her clit.
“Oh.” She suddenly stops moving, and her eyes widen. “Oh, my word. Hank.”
My name is ragged, a desperate plea as she breaks. Her orgasm is beautiful to watch. It’s like I’m watching her discover every last secret of the universe. Her hands trail down, following her jawline, descending until she’s gripping her breasts, all while her hips piston on me.
“That’s it. Take that dick.”
Her pussy is soaking and squeezing me. I watch her in awe, gritting my teeth so I don’t come too soon, knowing that this is it for me. I never want another woman, ever.
I only want Chastity.