Chapter 16
Declan
A steppingstone? Why the fuck does that piss me off?
Regardless, she’s right. This is nothing more than two friends letting off steam with each other for convenience. Once this is over, she’ll find someone to date, then marry, and have more kids with. She’ll get a house with a white picket fence and a dog.
Those are things she deserves because she’s not just a pretty face. She’s also kind and thoughtful and a kick-ass mom. Of course, she’ll find someone who will take care of her properly and give her all her heart's desires after this is done.
“Okay,” I tell her. “No one knows, and we remain friends. But Penny, what the fuck do you mean you’ve only had sex one time?” I grit out.
I can feel her throat work a swallow under my hand and her eyes flick to the side. “Just forget about it.”
Penny is not someone who goes unnoticed by the male population. She’s every man’s wet dream from head to toe. How the fuck has she only had sex once in her twenty-four years of life?
That means Autumn was conceived that one time.
My mind starts reeling with questions but now is not the time.
I need to show her that it doesn’t matter. That all I want to do is worship her body.
I run the hand that’s gripping her throat down over her breast and lightly skim my thumb over her shirt-clad nipple.
She licks her red lips and her mouth parts ever so slightly.
I keep moving further south, over her stomach, and down to the hem of her t-shirt dress.
I pause before asking, “Did you plan on giving that Will guy your pussy tonight? Give him easy access to your bare little cunt? Hmm?” I skim my fingers along the soft skin of her thighs, and she bites her lip.
The no-kissing thing is going to be the death of me.
All I want to do is suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down on it.
I get that she associates kissing with intimacy, but I feel like sex is more intimate than kissing.
But I don’t want to break her rules, so I’m going to have to refrain from attacking her mouth every time I see her.
“His name was Wade, and I wanted to have sex tonight,” she breathes out.
I growl. “Don’t say his name while you’re with me.” My hand moves to the apex of her thighs. “You dressed like a little slut just for him, didn’t you? You wanted him to see your red lips and this short dress and wonder if you were wearing anything underneath it, didn’t you?”
I find her clit and give it the slightest tease, using a feather-light touch to strum the bundle of nerves.
The slut comment left my mouth without thought.
I’ve never called any of my hookups a slut before, but for some reason, the fact that Penny was so willing to give a random dude from the internet her sweet little pussy makes me irrationally jealous.
She deserves to be called a slut.
Only my slut, though.
Her eyes close, and her head falls back against the door.
My hand that’s still next to her head moves to her throat, and I squeeze the sides just enough for her eyes to snap open and find mine. “Answer me, Penny.”
“Yes, okay. I dressed like this to seduce him.” She whimpers, and I reward her by reaching my hand lower and using my two middle fingers to rub her wetness from her entrance to her clit, and back again.
“Like a slut. Say it,” I demand.
She blinks at me and swallows, hesitating for a second. “Like a slut,” she whispers.
“Hmm… and did you give him a peek of this?” I ask, pulling my fingers away and slapping her clit.
She yelps, and I hold back a smile. “No. He didn’t get to see anything,” she responds.
I reward her by putting my middle and ring fingers at her entrance, and this time, I push inside. She’s so wet that her pussy swallows them with ease.
“No, he didn’t because you were saving this for me, right? You were waiting to be a slut just for me.” I pump my fingers in and out of her slowly and use the heel of my palm to rub her clit on the upstroke.
I move my mouth to the shell of her ear. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you, Penny? So tight and wet for me. I bet you left your pussy juices all over that barstool at the pub.”
“Oh fuck,” she says out loud and grabs the back of my neck with one hand. She pulls me in close, and her forehead meets mine. “Don’t stop,” she breathes out.
It takes everything inside of me not to slam my mouth against hers. Instead, pull away slightly and use the hand that’s around her throat to tilt her jaw to one side. I suck on her neck just below her ear and decide I can’t be this close to her lips. I pull away all at once and drop to my knees.
Her eyes go comically wide as I lift her dress and get my first glimpse at her pussy. “Foot on my shoulder, Penny,” I tell her, and guide her leg up so I can get the full view. She’s completely bare, and her wetness coats her inner thighs. She’s fucking perfect.
Her hands immediately go to my hair as I lean in to smell her scent.
I’ve gotten to lick her juices off my fingers but have never had a hit from the source, and I can’t fucking wait any longer. I dive right in, using my tongue to part her lips and dragging it up to her clit. I place my tongue ring over the needy little bud and get to work.
“Holy fucking shit,” Penny moans out as she shoves my face into her pussy.
I bring my other hand to her entrance and push two fingers inside, fucking her while my tongue works its magic.
She grinds her hips against me, and my dick is so hard I think it might burst through my jeans. She’s taking what she wants and doesn’t have any shame in it.
How does it get any better than that?
I keep pumping my hand, harder than I would normally do, and a few seconds later she whispers, “Oh shit. I’m coming.
” She throws her head back against the door as I work my tongue over her and curl my fingers into her G-spot.
Her hips move back and forth, and she’s gripping onto my hair like her life depends on it.
She looks so fucking pretty when she comes that I may have to draw this image of her from memory later.
Once she’s at the tail end of her orgasm, I take my fingers out of her and lick up all the juices that got left at her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, and I clean every inch of her pulsating pussy because there’s no way I’m wasting a drop of her release. She tastes that good.
Her hips are still moving, and she grips my hair to pull my head back. “Stop for a second, I need to catch my breath,” she says to me.
But I don’t stop. I take her foot off my shoulder, stand up, and grip her ass, picking her up. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel her pussy through my shirt.
“I need you. Now.”