Chapter Fifteen #2
She cackled. “As if anytime we’ve had sex it’s only been for twenty minutes.”
“Fair point.” I slipped my hand up Leah’s shirt, running my hands over her bare back and then bringing one around to cup her breast. She leaned into me, moaning softly.
“The food can wait,” she murmured against my lips.
I nodded. “The food can wait.”
We didn’t make it more than two steps before we were pulling each other’s clothes off and falling onto the couch nearby. Even with the bed no more than a few feet away, it didn’t feel worth it to waste any time.
Leah laid on the couch, and I got comfortable between her legs. She pulled me as close to her as she physically could, our bare skin pressed together, and traced her hand down my stomach. With our eyes locked on each other, I slipped my fingers against her slit.
She inhaled, gripping my skin. “Oh,” she moaned softly. She was already soaking wet to the touch. I trailed my thumb over her clit and then moved down, teasing her. Her back arched in response, and she bit her lip.
“Miss me?”
She nodded desperately, her nails digging into my back. I slowly slid my fingers inside of her, taking my time. Leah’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, and her body relaxed into the movement, enjoying it without rushing it.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered, and she moaned in response. As I thrusted my fingers in and out of her, I let myself enjoy the view—her body stretched out over the couch, her nipples raised.
She reached out for me, pulling me in closer by the waist. “Can I?” she asked, as her hand slowly started drifting south.
I nodded and repositioned so she could get her hands between my legs.
The sensation of her finding my spot sent a shockwave through my entire body.
Being touched during sex had never been a priority for me, but right now, I was more than appreciative of the release of tension.
The only thing I wanted, other than for me to get Leah off, was for Leah to get me off.
I kissed her as she eased a finger inside of me, both of our breaths catching. We moved slowly, kissing each other deeply. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before during sex, and I really, really liked it.
Our moans became increasingly desperate, every touch bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” Leah begged breathlessly, gripping onto me with her free hand. We both kept going until the tension was too much—when I saw in Leah’s face that she was about to finish, it brought me to the edge. I tightened around her touch, and my breath went shallow.
“Oh my god,” I moaned softly as I came, and Leah laughed. My body felt so light and easy; every single one of my muscles relaxed.
We laid together on our couch, our bodies soft and limp together, like we physically didn’t have the strength to keep going. But the feeling was still swirling; Leah’s hands were traveling my body in a way that suggested she wasn’t done yet.
“Would you want me to use the strap on you?” I asked, and Leah’s eyes lit up.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah, of course.”
She looked at me, lust in her eyes. My body buzzed with anticipation, the two of us fantasizing about the exact same thing. “I would love that.”
I got up from the couch and went into my dresser. After finding the dildo and lube, I pulled on the briefs I preferred over a traditional harness and positioned the strap.
When I turned around, Leah looked at me like she couldn’t wait to devour me.
She stood up and walked over to me, the dim lighting of the room reflecting beautifully off her naked skin.
Just as she seemed like she might kiss me, she ducked her head down instead and kissed my shoulders, my chest. She kissed down my stomach, moving further and further down until she was resting her weight on her knees.
Her kisses were featherlight, just enough to make me want more.
She looked up, a teasing, perfect smile on her lips.
She moved her head forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the strap.
Even though I couldn’t actually feel it, I might as well have.
She lifted her eyes, looking at me through her lashes.
My heart literally skipped a beat. The type of need and desire I was feeling for her in that moment was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled. I let out a small breath as she took the strap deeper into her mouth. I took her hair in my hands, watching her. Even though she was technically in a submissive position, she was entirely in control.
She trailed her tongue over the silicone, spit visibly left behind. She reached between her legs and leaned her weight against her hand, softly moaning as she rubbed against her clit.
I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last. Looking at her like that—cheeks flushed, hair tousled, ready and waiting—was almost too much.
I moaned softly as she pulled away and wiped the corners of her mouth.
I didn’t have to actually feel any of it for it to have really fucking turned me on.
“Couch, now,” I demanded, my voice rough. Leah giggled, but obeyed. She got on the couch and looked up at me, her body on full display.
“Turn over” She obliged, looking back over her shoulder at me in the process. She wiggled her ass slightly in the air, taunting me.
“Like this?” she asked, as she moved to lean her weight on her elbows.
Fuck. “Yes.” I took her by the hips and slipped my hand between her legs to make sure she was wet enough to still take me.
When my fingers slid in and out of her with ease, I removed them and replaced them with my strap.
I’d already put lube on it, but it didn’t hurt to be sure.
I moved slowly, practically by the centimeter. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” Leah exhaled, gripping the couch cushions. She moaned as I made it deeper inside of her. I knew I’d hit a good spot for her when she cried out in pleasure, her pussy tightening around the dildo enough for me to notice.
“Jesus. You look so fucking sexy,” I groaned as I began moving in and out of her.
That was usually a line when it came out of my mouth, but I really meant it this time.
The way her back was arched, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way she moaned.
I couldn’t get enough. This was a high I was going to be chasing for the rest of my life.
Her perfect ass bounced with every slow thrust back in. I knew why I hadn’t fucked around with a cheerleader before—I was messy but not that messy—but I was starting to realize the oversight on my part.
And not just a cheerleader, but Leah in general.
I couldn’t believe I’d never imagined this.
All this time, Leah had been right there, always this hot, always right in front of me.
I didn’t know how I hadn’t seen it before, how I hadn’t spent the entirety of college genuinely shooting my shot with her.
But then again, there was an obvious answer; I didn’t go after girls I knew I couldn’t have. But when she’d made it clear she wasn’t, and she didn’t care about following the rules anymore, all bets were off.
I picked up speed, thrusting harder this time. Leah wasted no time orgasming, her wetness streaking over the silicone. She moved her hips back against me, picking up the pace and taking me even deeper inside of her.
I let her go, watching her take herself to another orgasm. “You look so good, baby,” I said. I could’ve watched her for hours; it was so good that I was nearly brought to orgasm just from watching her.
I reached around for her clit, barely able to keep my spot with how wet she was. She moved against me, moaning and begging and whimpering.
“Oh my god,” she cried out and then gasped. She slowed down, her body tensing. Her legs shook as she lost the ability to hold herself up anymore.
She fell into the couch, and I slipped out of her. She turned over, and I looked over her face to figure out if she wanted to go another round or not. When she pulled me down to kiss her, moaning softly and desperately, I had a feeling I knew she wanted.
“Should I keep going?”
“Never stop,” she begged.
I pinned her arms above her head as I eased the strap back inside of her. Her impossibly long legs squeezed tight to my torso.
“Oh, GJ,” Leah moaned. “Oh my god. Just like that.”
I maintained my rhythm, my grip tight around her wrists.
Her back arched, and as much as I wanted to take in every single perfect detail of her, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face.
Her mouth was open, her moaning becoming increasingly desperate.
I knew her well enough by now to know that meant she was close.
I moved my hands from her wrists to her hips, pulling her against me. As I slid deeper into her, Leah’s hands trailed over my abdomen.
“Kiss me,” she said, breathy and desperate and sure.
“Whatever you want,” I said, meaning it. Anything she wanted from me, anytime—I was there. And it wasn’t just the sex talking.
I repositioned her on the couch, Leah’s motions fluid and easy as she slid further up to give me more room. I could see the bliss on her face and written all over the softness of her movements. Leah gripped the couch cushions and her breasts, her eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
Once I was comfortably inside of her, I positioned myself over her with my elbows on either side of her head.
“How’s this?” I asked.
Leah gasped, her eyelashes fluttering as she gripped onto me. She then nodded as she came back to earth. “Yeah, that’s good,” she said, making us both laugh.
I leaned down and kissed her exposed collarbone, trailing along the bone and then up her neck.
I was careful to be light with my touch so there weren’t any marks left behind, even if it was tempting to leave something behind that suggested she was mine.
I could tell I’d found the right spots when Leah began grinding against me, moving against the strap for relief.