Chapter 15 #3
I swing my leg over to kneel beside him, then drop forward and brace my elbows on the mattress.
“I want to try it—” He’s already kicking off his jeans, scrambling up onto his knees.
“From behind. But!” Forest goes stock-still, waiting for me to name my condition.
“Only if you wear a condom, in case I’m not pregnant.
Otherwise…” I let the or else sentiment linger in the air.
“Dammit,” Forest mutters under his breath before he launches off the bed, yanks open the drawer of his bedside nightstand, and produces a surprisingly large box of condoms. He struggles to get the plastic wrap off, accidentally rips the box in half in his haste, and the foils go flying in the air.
“Fuck!” He drops to his knees, patting around in the dim light until he jumps up, holding one high in the air. “Got it!”
“Hurry up, BigDawg,” I say, wiggling my ass with impatience.
“I’m trying,” he says, resorting to using his teeth since the foil won’t budge with his fingers. “Christ, I can’t get it open.”
I sit up on my knees and cross my arms. The longer he makes me wait, the likelier it is that my good sense will return.
“Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.” Which I doubt I will.
I want him. Boy, do I really fucking want him and what he’s about to do to me.
No, not want. I crave him, heat growing heavy in my lower belly.
He tosses the beat-up foil over his shoulder and drops down to find another.
“Seriously, Forest,” I whine just a touch. “Shouldn’t you be better at this by now?”
He pops his head up over the side of the bed. “It’s been a while.”
Interesting. “How long’s ‘a while’?”
He pauses, pressing his lips together. “If you want me to use one of these damn things, then quit distracting me,” he finally says, returning to his search.
You know what? This is kind of fun, watching him scramble, growing increasingly harried and frustrated when he can’t get the second foil open. He wants me as much as I do him, of that I have zero doubt.
“Tick, tock, I’m waiting, BigDawg. Five… Four…”
He mumbles something about the virtues of patience, and I laugh, squeezing my knees together.
“Three… Two—”
“Got it!” Forest leaps onto the bed, rolling a condom down his length, making me squeal with delight when he drops down on all fours over me.
“Impatient, infuriating, vexing little angel,” he growls into my ear, pushing his knees between mine.
Adjusting his cock, he parts my pussy lips with his crown and slides his shaft between them.
“I hate that I can’t feel how wet you are with this thing on,” he says with a long huff.
“Believe me, I’m wet,” I say with a sultry voice, pushing my ass back.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, dropping his face in my neck. “Do you want my tongue first, or do you need it”—he presses his tip against my entrance—“right now?”
“Right now, baby,” I say with a moan, my eyes already rolling back in my head when I lift my hips higher.
“I love it when you call me ‘baby’, angel. I’ll have you screaming it.” He flattens his hands beside mine, caging me in, then thrusts inside me. Not too deep or too fast that it would hurt me, but enough to have me clawing at his comforter as I’m forced to stretch around him.
“Oh baby,” I moan, drawing it out, then lose my breath with his next thrust.
“Breathe in and out, in and out. That’s it, angel.”
I fill my lungs each time he thrusts, blowing the air out through my nose with each withdrawal until he’s fully seated within me. I wiggle my hips side to side. “It’s so different in this position.”
Forest tickles the shell of my ear with the tip of his nose. “Good different, or bad different?”
“Fucking amazing different.” And more than I was hoping for.
His chuckle is husky in my ear. “No one will ever get this deep inside you but me, angel. I’ll make sure of it.”
My brows crease briefly because what the hell does he mean by that? But it’s easily forgotten when he pulls out nearly all the way, then fills me again with a long, sensually slow stroke so I can feel every delicious inch of him.
The grunts Forest makes each time he buries himself within me are as erotic as the clapping of our thighs that grow closer together.
I’d be embarrassed by the sloppy sucking noise my pussy makes with each thrust if it weren’t for him saying, “Listen to that, angel. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
” He groans loudly when he plunges into me much harder, making me cry out when he rubs against a spot that has stars exploding in my head.
“I’m going to make you soak the bed. Fuck yes, I am. ”
He works me so hard and good that my arms shake until they give out. He has to slip an arm under my hips to prop my lower half up as he begins pounding into me, grunting and groaning and making the bed rock back and forth sharply.
“Forest,” I groan, my hips jerking as the heat within my core grows hotter, expanding, coiling and ready to snap. I can hardly string together a full sentence. “I’m—I’m—oh, fuck me, baby, yes!” I bury my face in the comforter, biting the material when I sob out my orgasm, my mind awash with bliss.
Forest only pounds into me harder, faster for another minute longer, then yells my name, his whole body vibrating on top of me as his cock swells impossibly large.
He came inside me. My belly flutters like mad as I squeeze my inner muscles around him so he won’t pull out yet.
But then I remember he did so with a condom, and I won’t get the full effect.
I mentally tsk. It’s exactly what I asked of him, so it’s ridiculous to feel any bit of disappointment.
Forest moans my name brokenly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, then collapses, crushing me against the mattress, our skin sticky with sweat and my arousal.
It’s a solid eight minutes, according to his bedside clock, after Forest rolls us onto our sides, spooning me from behind, that I finally return to my right mind. I roll away from him, his cock slipping out of me with the jerky movement. “I need to go.”
Forest looms up and over me. “Oh shit, Autumn.”
“What?”
He scrambles up onto his knees and motions to his softening cock. “The condom came off.”
“What?!”
He flips me over like a flapjack, yanks me toward him, and pushes my knees up and out. His eyes flare wide when he whispers, “It came off inside you.”
“Well, get it out!” I jerk away with a squeal when he plunges his fingers inside me.
“Hold still. I can’t reach it.” He bands an arm across my hips and reaches deeper, scissoring his first two fingers, sticking his tongue out to the side as he concentrates. “Quit squirming.”
“I’ll shove two fingers in your ass and see how still you can be!”
Forest rolls his eyes, then yanks the comforter out from beneath me and off the bed to wrap it around himself, disappearing from the room. He’s back seconds later, throwing on the harsh overhead light, clacking a motherfucking pair of silicone tongs. The comforter drops along with his jaw.
“It’s just leaking out of you,” he says, licking his lips while staring at my pussy like it’s a juicy steak.
I throw my arm across my eyes. “Oh my god, seriously, I didn’t think you could top it before, but this is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d rather piss myself in front of my whole graduating class than do this.”
“It’s not exactly pleasant for me either,” he says, hooking his hands under my knees to position my ass on the edge of the bed.
I peek out from under my arm. “Tell that to your hard dick.”
He grimaces, flattening his palm over his cock, but his hand isn’t big enough to cover it all. “Can’t help it.”
“Guess we found out you have a cum kink, too. What’s it called?”
Forest hums a yes, his voice gravelly when he says, “Creampie.”
“Oh god, don’t say it like that—like it’s a dessert.
It makes me think of my parents,” I say, then gag.
“This can’t be happening. I’m in a nightmare.
I’m going to wake up any minute and—” I suck on my teeth when he bends over with his face between my thighs and eases the tongs inside me.
They’re about as comfortable as a gynecologist’s speculum at my annual exam. “Ow! Watch it!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Forest says when I nearly kick his nose through the back of his skull after he tries to push the tongs inside me a second time.
He drops his face onto my lower belly, shaking his head back and forth, his lips tickling my skin.
Groaning when he kisses me just above my mound, he says, “If I can’t get it out, I’ll have to take you to urgent care. ”
“The last thing I need is someone else digging your used condom out of my vagina.”
He sets his chin on my stomach, his upper lip curling. There’s a possessive edge to his voice when he says, “I don’t want anyone else ‘digging’ inside your vagina, either.”
“Then figure it out!”
“Okay, okay.” He scratches his head, then tosses the tongs over his shoulder, contemplative when he leans back to stare at me again.
His brows lift as if a light bulb has switched on over his head.
“If I can get you to squirt again, maybe you’ll push it down low enough for me to grab it.
” He doesn’t give me time to weigh this option, immediately sealing his lips over my clit.
My stomach caves in. “What the hell? You’re not grossed out that we—I mean we just—you—”
“Fuck no, I’m not,” he says, licking his lips, the lower half of his face glistening wet.
“Seriously, that can’t be normal.”
Forest shrugs, darting his tongue out to massage my clit. “I love eating your pussy.”
“But doesn’t it…taste weird?”
“Tastes even better than your blueberry pie.” He dives back in.
“You’re a real freak, you know that?”
He rolls his eyes up to meet mine when I moan and splay my hand over his head, pushing him down. “So are you, angel.”
Huh. I guess so.
My pussy is so sore by now that it takes a while for his ministrations to become pleasurable. And then even better. Fucking fantastic when he pushes his fingers into me, curling them as he sucks the life out of my clit.
I jerk my hips up, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging it at the roots. “Forest!” My mouth drops open, and my stomach muscles tighten as a familiar ball of heat expands within me. “That’s it, baby. A little more. Oh god!”
I wheeze for breath when he shoves his fingers deeper, and I buck wildly when I cum, soaking the edge of the bed and his face.
“Got it!” he yells, holding up the cum-coated condom when he rises…then shoves his dick inside me all the way to the back of my channel, making me bite my tongue.
“What are you doing?” I nearly scream, even as I reach for him and yank him down on top of me.
“Can’t get enough of you, angel.” He pushes his hands under me to squeeze me tightly, fucking me hard and fast. “Need to cum again.” It doesn’t matter how sore I am or that I’ve already had two epic orgasms—I’m needy for a third, especially when Forest looks me dead in the eye and says, “There’s no point pulling out. ”