Chapter 7 #2
“Shut up.” I knot my fingers in his hair and drag him down to my breasts. If he gets soft on me now, I’m going to lose it. I’m not crying in here. Not today.
He gets it. His hands drop to my thighs, and he pulls my skirt up until it bunches at my waist. And then he lifts. My legs wrap around him on instinct. The bookshelf rattles as he pins me to it.
Mmm, this is what I need. The press of his cock against my pussy through all these layers makes me moan into his mouth shamelessly. I used up all my pride pretending to be normal today. There’s none left.
When something falls off the shelf, he curses and carries me two steps to pin me to the wall instead. I tighten my legs around him and grind down.
“Off,” I demand, and my hands are on his belt. He sucks on my nipple while I try to keep my focus and get his pants open. I get the buckle open, but there’s no space for me to pull the zipper down.
I’m frantic, and I whimper as he switches to the other breast and sucks greedily on that nipple.
“Bren…” I tug at his hair. “Oh god, fuck me.”
I try to wiggle against him, and his groan vibrates through my chest. I rotate again, grinding my covered pussy against his cock, and he finally takes the hint.
He unhooks my legs and helps me stand while he shoves his pants and boxers down. While he’s doing that, I quickly ditch my heels and panties. When I wrap around his thick cock, he groans. His control slips as he fucks my hand.
Not good enough. I want his control shattered.
I let go of his cock and wrap one leg around his thigh. He grasps it and holds his cock in his other hand. Nothing matters except the head of his cock sliding through my wetness.
Right before he pushes in, he pauses. “Color?”
This motherfucker. “Green. I’ve been green all day. Catch up.”
He plunges inside me.
“Ooooh, god!” I cry out against his shoulder as my fingers claw his shirt.
He pulls out fully, then slams back into me repeatedly. Every thrust pins me harder. His mouth finds my neck and bites down. It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but it stings. My pussy clamps around him hard enough to make him groan. He’s never done that before, but the committee has voted yes.
“Bren,” I moan and try to rock against him. I need it hard.
“I know.” His voice is rough against my skin. “I know.”
He speeds up, and I tilt my hips to take him deeper. The new angle drags him against different nerve endings. Every stroke practically makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. The rapture builds in layers. It’s going to be a good one when I come.
His mouth moves down to my collarbone, and he pulls one of my nipples up to his mouth. His lips close around it, and he sucks hard.
His tongue swirls, and I moan loudly. He’s still driving into me, one hand grasping my thigh hard enough to leave bruises. I love it.
He switches to the other breast. His stubble scrapes the soft skin.
“Your tits.” His voice is a growl. “Do you know how perfect they are?”
“You’ve mentioned it.” I try to sound snarky, but there’s a tremble in my voice that ruins it.
He slows to deep, grinding strokes. His mouth stays on my breast.
“These would be even more beautiful and swollen if you were carrying my baby.” He sucks my nipple between his lips so the words buzz against my skin. “I’d worship them every morning.”
The image is in my head before I can stop it. His mouth on my massive breasts, swollen with milk. My rounded belly between us.
My body answers with a shudder before I can think. My pussy clamps on his cock so hard he moans around my nipple. My eyes sting, and I can’t tell if I’m about to come or cry.
“Oh god.” I squeeze my eyes shut, but the picture stays. “Bren, please—”
“Please what?” He kisses the top of my breast. “Tell me what you want.”
My pulse quickens with forbidden longing. I want to live inside that picture. A pregnant version of me who sneaks out of bed and makes breakfast, knowing she’s not leaving.
I don’t say any of that.
“Harder.”
He shifts his hands under my thighs, angles me higher, and his cock hits that spot that whites everything out. He fucks me into the wall with a desperation that matches mine. His mouth finds mine again, open, tasting of coffee.
“Come for me.”
His thumb finds my clit and circles exactly right. My head drops back against the wall, and the orgasm rips through me in deep pulses. My inner walls clamp around him. Sharp pleasure runs from my fingertips to my toes, and I lock my legs around his waist. The sound I make isn’t a word.
He follows me over the edge. Three more thrusts, and he roars out as he spills thick ropes of cum deep inside me. He doesn’t stop, instead fucking his cum back up into me, and I’m shivering from a continual wave of pleasure.
When he finally stills, we both stand there as he softens inside me. For a long time, the only sound is our breathing. I’m aware of the anklet on the leg that’s hooked around his waist. His cum is warm inside me. Two pieces of him that are mine.
He eases out slowly and lowers me down. My legs are liquid. I grip his forearms to stay upright as his seed gushes out and drips down my thighs. This is filthy.
“Hey.” He cups my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone.
I can’t look at him. If I look at him, I’ll say something I shouldn’t.
“Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, with his cum dripping out of her and hoping he understands why I can’t speak.
He drops his hand to mine and leads me around his desk. He sits down and pulls me into his lap. I settle against him in our now-familiar position while he pulls out a peanut butter chocolate protein bar and a bottle of water. That drawer is like a bag of holding. He never seems to run out.
He unwraps the bar and brings it to my mouth. “Eat.”
I open my mouth automatically and take a bite. He’s never done this before either, and I blink back tears.
He watches me chew and swallow before he opens the water. I cling to him, and he holds it up to my mouth so I can sip.
He feeds me for a few minutes, alternating with the bar and water until I refuse more.
When he sets it on the desk, he wraps his arms around me. “Lily?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He didn’t have to say it. He said it anyway.
The picture in my head has grown into a whole life.
And tonight, for the first time, I let myself want it.