Chapter 2 #2
“Is that good, honey?”
“Y-yes.” She chokes out another moan, her toes curling against the floor.
“Such a pretty pussy.” I start in on her clit now, massaging with my thumb as my two fingers continue to stroke inside her. “So wet. You’re hungry for my cock again, aren’t you?”
She nods wordlessly, fingers clawed against the granite.
“You want it in your mouth?”
She sucks in a breath, and suddenly I have an image in my head that almost has me coming in my damn sweats. Amber, on her knees in just my shirt, plump lips wrapped around my cock, her hands between her legs, getting herself off as I fuck her throat.
Who the fuck am I? Sure, I’ve enjoyed being rough with partners in the past. I like being dominant. I have kinks. I even have a slightly adventurous sexual history if you want to put it that way. But this? With her? Maybe I’m pushing a little too hard.
But she makes my heart race when she nods her pretty head, Yes. Her hair’s come loose, hanging down by her cheek, and it catches in her breath as she puffs out the word. “Yes. I want to suck your cock. Please.”
I slide my fingers out of her, putting them in my mouth to taste her sweetness, and she turns around to face me, her eyes staying on mine as she drops to her knees.
“No hands, pretty girl,” I say, winding her hair around my fist. “Just your mouth. Your hands are for you. I want you to fuck your hand, and make yourself come.”
Her eyes are alight with desire, warm and deep, and she hooks her hands into my waistband to free my throbbing dick from my sweats. She runs her hand up my stomach, over my abs, wrapping the other around the base of my cock.
She licks the tip, drawing her tongue into her mouth and tasting the pre-cum that’s leaking already.
She opens her mouth again, laying the tip of my cock on her hot tongue, and removes her hand from me.
As her lips close around me, she moans, her fingers hidden by the hem of the t-shirt, but I know she’s touching herself.
My brain short-circuits, because it’s so much, all of it - watching her touch herself, feeling her mouth around my dick, barely fitting me, barely taking any of me, and I really am a bad man, because that’s what makes it so good.
She’s choking lightly, tears pearling at the corners of her eyes, but she pushes and sucks, her tongue swirling over the tip.
Her lips vibrate with every moan and gasp that’s cut off by my dick, and her hands move faster.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter, gripping her hair, not trying to thrust or force her head down, but wanting to be all the way down her tight throat. I want to lay her down on the table and hang her head off the edge, fucking her throat like that, watching me fill her and choke the air from her.
Who the fuck are you?
I loosen my grip on her hair, suddenly worried I’m scaring her, because I’m a fucking animal. But she protests, pushing more of me into her mouth, and I grit my teeth so hard I know I’m going to knock one out. Jesus fuck.
“Amber, fuck. Yeah, just like that.” I groan loudly, and now I can’t help the reflexive jerk of my hips. “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.”
She inhales sharply through her nostrils, and then a long, keening moan vibrates in her throat, her hands slowing as she rocks her hips. She came. My fucking god, she came here on the floor in my house, sucking my cock.
I shove her head down onto me, and then I’m pumping into her mouth, stream after stream of my release flooding her throat. She chokes, her hands braced against my thighs, her head bobbing lightly, pressure around my tip as she swallows.
I sag, my hand in her hair relaxing.
“Show me,” I gasp. “Show me, pretty girl.”
She releases me, gasping for air, then looks up at me, eyes hooded, and sticks out her tongue. Her tongue coated in the glistening white of my cum.
“Now, swallow.” I say, and she smiles deviously as she does just that. I huff out a laugh, stroking my thumb over her lips. “You’re a fucking dream, honey.”
I help her up from the floor, and she wraps her arms around me, laying her body against me as I cup her bare ass with my hands. She doesn’t say anything, just stays there, breathing heavy against my chest.
I tell her how beautiful she is, how well she did, and she sighs happily.
This is bliss.
Danger. Danger. Go back.
I ignore the voice.
“I hope I didn’t scare you.”
She pulls back from me with a frown. “Scare me?”
“Yeah, that I was too rough or something.”
She shakes her head. “No, not at all. I liked it. I like… I mean, I think I like it like that. A little rough. Having my hair pulled felt good too.” Her frown deepens for a second. “But no choking.”
“You don’t like that?”
“No.” She shakes her head again, and her eyes dart from mine. “I hate it. No hands around the neck.”
“Of course, honey.” The worry from before comes back, and I wonder again what this guy did to her.
The doorbell announces the arrival of our food, and if she had been consumed by dark memories before, all that seems to be gone as she settles down at the table with me.
We eat and laugh and joke, and it’s easy.
It’s nice. She’s funny, and witty. Her smile is fucking stunning. Like I didn’t know that already.
She sits there, on the chair next to me, one foot perched on the edge of the chair, her chin resting in her hand, and listens to me talk about my PhD and my thesis and all the boring engineering shit I do all day. But it doesn’t seem to bore her, not at all.
She feeds me one of her crab rangoon, and the way she watches my mouth has me stirring again. This girl has drugged me. She slipped me a viagra, and I missed it. How else could I, a man of my age, be this turned on again, after coming five times already since midday?
“I guess we should go get my phone now,” she says, licking her fingers clean and looking up at the clock, which shows it’s already past ten. “And I should grab my clothes.”
“Sure. I need to swing by the store, too.”
“Why?”
I give her a grin. “Condoms. You’re depleting my supply right quick.”
She bites her lip and giggles. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“We could just go without?” She wiggles her shoulders playfully. “I am on birth control.”
The thought is too tempting. Being able to just fuck her whenever, wherever for the weekend, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? If she was on birth control, maybe it would - No.
“Yes, you are, but that’s not infallible, and you are on the way to becoming a star bridge builder, and I won’t risk you getting pregnant and interrupting that.” I get to my feet and kiss her forehead. “Now come on, let’s go get your phone.”
The streets are quiet as I navigate my way through our neighbourhood and out to the highway.
The next 24-hour store is a twenty minute drive away, and the roads are completely quiet.
Amber sits beside me, a duffel bag of her clothes at her feet, and her phone in hand as she answers all the snaps and calls she missed while she was in my bed.
“Laurie was really freaking out,” she says with a laugh. “She’s such a worry wart.”
“That she is.”
“My parents got to Boston fine.” She puts the phone down in the door of the car and turns to look at me. “I told them all I was asleep.”
“Good.” I reach over and take her hand, pressing it to my lips, which earns me a little giggle. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
I inhale carefully and take the left-hand turn towards the highway.
“You’ve said a few things, like about the ‘I Love Yous’, and anal sex, and just now with the choking.
” I cast a quick glance over at her, barely catching any of her features in the mostly dark car, before putting my eyes back on the road.
“I don’t mean to pry, but… Did this guy, I mean, did he hurt you? ”
“If you’re asking if he raped me, he didn’t.
” She draws her knees up against her chest, and stares out the windshield with a sigh.
“It wasn’t like that. But… I don’t know.
I thought I was mature enough to know what I wanted and how to ask for it, but I was pretty inexperienced.
I never had a boyfriend in high school. My mom was against me dating before I turned 18. ”
“And how do you feel about that?”
She sighs heavily and wraps her arms around her legs. “I understood it, or at least I tried to, but I also think she sheltered me too much. I went to college, and then I was surrounded by all these handsome men, not high school boys, and I was kind of star-struck, does that make sense?”
I nod and dart another quick glance in her direction to see her chewing her lip. “That makes complete sense, honey.”
“I guess it didn’t prepare me for what guys are like. I thought having three older brothers, I would know all about boys. But having boys in your family, and dating them, well… That’s really not the same thing.” She drops her head back against the headrest. “At all.”
“No, I imagine it’s not.” I pause at the Stop sign, glancing over again, at this impossibly young woman whose voice is already weary with disappointment. “I’m sorry.”
She rolls her head against the headrest to look at me, meeting my eyes for just a moment before I turn my attention back to the road.
“You don’t have to be sorry.”
“Yes, I do.” I scratch my cheek with my thumb and sigh.
“I hear shit like this too often, and it makes me wonder what part we men all play in it. Letting our buddies talk shit about women, all those off-colour jokes that you know are wrong, but you don’t call them out, because it’s just a joke, right?
” I shrug, accelerating as the road meets the highway and the long stretch of black winds into the night ahead of us.
“And then pretty girls like you go out into the world and feel like it’s your fault for not being experienced, when really it’s just asshole guys taking advantage of that. ”
Her hand is on my arm, stroking gently, and she lets out a soft laugh. “You really are the sweetest.”