25. Noah #2
“I want you.” She licks her lips, entranced by the bulge in my boxers.
“More than any of those... those guys.” She moans, with a hungry look on her face.
“I don’t want you with groupies. I want you to be with me.
” She yanks hard at my jeans, attempting to pull them further down my waist, and I lift my ass enough for her to rip them down to my knees.
I kick the rest of them off and they hang over the edge of the bed.
“Please... tell me why you don’t want me back?
” She tugs the band of my boxers open and pulls out my dick.
Silence fills my ears until she exhales a ragged breath that must have been caught in her chest. She wraps her fingers around my dick, squeezing it and slowly pumping it.
“Fuck...” I lean my head back, but I wanna watch her jerk me. She runs a thumb over the tip as warm pre-cum drips out, and she lowers her head, licking my slit. Her eyes are fixed on me, fierce like a feline watching its prey.
“Noah...” she begs and works me, stroking up and down.
I can’t say it to her. If I try to say anything at all, I’ll tell her I want more than just a release.
I want all of her. Every little piece. Her hands are gentle, and I wish she could handle my heart the way she handles my dick.
She clamps her lips around the head and swirls her tongue over it.
My vision tunnels and spins, everything around me goes in constant circles, and I can’t drag my feet on the ground to make it stop.
The wet heat of her mouth bobbing up and down my length makes my dick swell up, my balls aching as my orgasm builds.
I groan as I try to resist the temptation to grab a fistful of hair and pound into the back of her throat.
I’m going to explode like a fire hydrant.
I’ve gotta ground myself. Usually I can explode in a girl’s mouth, get hard again and fuck them silly until their pussy is swollen and engorged.
I can even go until I’m unpacking another load.
But I’m not typically this drunk, and the fear of going limp after this is causing me more anxiety than I’d like.
I’ve gotta stop myself from blowing up in her mouth.
What do I see? The door was wide open, her cleavage bouncing up and down.
Oh, fuck, I’m going to come. What else? The walls are white, and the curtains are open.
I see her moaning as she takes my entire length into her mouth.
Not helping – my balls are on fire. I want to explode so badly, I groan, jerking into her mouth.
Concentrate. What do I smell? The sheets.
They're clean. The pizza lingers in the air. Then I smell her – the vanilla and the strawberry mixed with me sweating. God, she smells so good. Screw thinking about things I can feel. It’s all her, all things Charlie.
Her soft lips, her hot wet tongue, her hands stroking me. Shit, I’m too close.
I groan as her tongue swirls and slurps over me again and again, drenching my shaft in saliva as she pulls up and goes back down.
Her hands wrap around my now lubricated shaft and start to pump, rotating right at my tip.
She laps her tongue along my slit, and I groan as she suctions me up. I’m almost there before she stops.
Oh, thank fucking god.
“Charlie... what are you doing?” She’s fighting with the zipper on the side of her skirt. I use an elbow to sit up, and help, unzipping them, then grabbing her hips and throwing her onto the bed with force.
They’re tight around her hips as I tug and pull, and she starts kicking them off.
I’ve taken her underwear and all, tossing it to the floor.
She props herself up, grasping the seam of her shirt, tugging it over her head, but I fist that up too, and toss it.
No bra, which makes my dick twitch for release.
It’s throbbing, begging to throw her hands above her head and just take her innocence right now.
She takes her hands and rubs her breasts, massaging them and pressing them together, pushing them up, biting her lip and moaning with the sweetest sound. Her fingers wrap around her nipples as she makes them pointy and hard.
“Touch me, please.” She lies on the sheets, and I’m hypnotized, and I grab her left breast, squeezing it hard, as my mouth finds the right, sucking and biting down on her nipple.
My body molds against her, and she's soaking wet as she grinds against my thigh. Her legs wrap around my waist. I can’t breathe anymore. There’s no oxygen left on his planet.
“Please...” she begs, her nails digging into the skin of my back.
I sit up, her pussy lips swollen as they run up and down my dick.
Fine. Fine. I’ll fuck you. I have no moral compass.
I can’t even find where North is. Maybe she's my North. I’d do anything for her to be my North.
I grab the sides of her thighs harder than I expected and pull her closer.
Her skin is softer than silk. Her hips are perfect to handle a beating.
I spit into my hand, using it to lubricate my dick as I stroke it.
Her eyes shimmer. “Noah...” She reaches for my waist, and I snatch her hands and slam them above her head.
The tip of my dick pushes her folds, and I find her opening out of instinct.
She’s steaming hot down there as I push in just the tip and watch as she bites her lips, moaning and thrusting her hips to go in deeper, but I recede.
My breath is jagged, my heart rupturing into millions of pieces as it beats into my fingers.
I try again and push in just the tip. My mind screamed to just ram into her and get it over with.
Let her bleed on the mattress and fuck her, just like her eyes are begging me to do.
I pull out. All the way out as the thoughts sink in.
She’s too drunk. She doesn’t know what she wants.
Again, she can’t make this decision, and if she wakes up tomorrow filled with regret, I’m going to carry it with me if I take her virginity right this second.
I release my grip on her wrists and admire her before I back away. I can’t go any further.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, using her elbows to sit up. Arms wrap around my shoulders as she peppers me with kisses.
“I can’t do this.”
“Please,” her wet opening tempting my dick and the blue balls I’m going to have. “Why don’t you want me?” Her eyes are so glossy, her cheeks rosy red. I don’t even know if she's conscious of her own decisions.
“Not like this. You’re drunk... I can’t. I can’t have you as my favorite regret. This isn’t going to happen tonight.” I peck her on the lips before removing her arms from my shoulders.
“I’m over him though... I don’t want him,” she pleads as I scoot off the bed searching for my boxers on the floor with only the hallway light giving me any guidance of where they went.
“That’s not it, Charlie. You can’t lose your virginity, almost black-out drunk. I sleep with girls all the time, but I won’t do it to a completely wasted girl.” Once I find them underneath the bed frame, I slip them on.
“I’m... I’m fine,” she slurs, her arms stretching to reach for me.
“No, it’s not gonna happen tonight.” I find the weighted blanket folded at the edge of the mattress and throw it over her.
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.
” I leave it at that as I snatch my jeans from the floor, putting one leg in than the other, leaping to get them on.
I button and zip them up as I head towards the door.
She stares at me with wide eyes, and I can see them glisten as she covers up her face with a hand.
Her swollen pretty lips tremble, and I grip the doorknob as I close it behind me softly.
I make it two steps down the hallway before my back meets the wall, and I slide all the way down.