Chapter 16 Blue
Blue
“We really need to establish some ground rules,” Liza says, peeling back the covers so I can join her on the bed.
“Let’s start with sleeping naked. I do it and I can highly recommend it. It’s much more efficient, and it saves on laundry.”
“I’m serious,” she protests, smacking my chest. We’re doing our best to be quiet because the sun’s just coming up. Most of our housemates are asleep, so this seemed like a good time for us to meet up, considering most of our attempts have been foiled over the last few days.
“So am I,” I tell her, tugging at the thin fabric of her tank top. “There’s no way this is actually keeping you warm. And we already have rules. We have parameters. What we haven’t had is time alone. But that’s not an issue this morning, so if you want an orgasm, all you need to do is ask.”
We both got tested, since that’s just the smart thing to do. And I bought a box of condoms for her nightstand and mine. We’ve talked this to death. What we haven’t done enough of is acted on our desires.
“I just mean, should we look at the list again? Maybe we could each highlight our top five? And cross out any hard passes. We could make a chart, and—”
“Or, we could just have fun. Do what feels good. I can guarantee there’s nothing on that list I’d give a hard no to. That means we can do whatever you like, whatever feels good.”
She sighs in frustration and buries her face in a pillow before turning back in my direction and peeking up at me. “That’s the problem, Blue. I don’t know what I like. That’s literally why you are here.”
“Well then,” I say, coming up with a game plan on the fly.
“I better earn my keep, huh?” I look around the room and find exactly what we need, and it’s not that demonic reindeer vibe.
After scooting to the center of the bed, I stack enough pillows behind me so I’m sitting straight up.
Spreading my legs wide, I reach for Liza and position her in front of me so we’re facing the same way.
She’s still wearing sleep shorts and a tank, but that’s fine.
Taking them off will just build the excitement.
I’ve still got my boxers on, and that’s a good thing, too.
They won’t do much to hide my body’s response to her, but at least my rock-hard dick won’t be waving in her face.
Rubbing my hands over her shoulders, I encourage her to relax back against me as I pepper the soft skin of her neck with light kisses. I know her lips are forbidden, and that’s a damn shame, but luckily there are plenty of other places on her body that I can’t wait to taste.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I ask, already knowing the answer because of the breathy little moans she’s making.
“Mmhmmm,” she says, turning her head to the side to give me better access.
“How can you tell?” I prompt, skimming my hand down to her waist.
“I don’t—”
“Look in the mirror,” I instruct, interrupting her and taking full advantage of the large vanity mirror that’s directly across from us. “Are you getting flushed? Are goosebumps breaking out all over your skin? Are your nipples getting hard?”
She takes in a breath and lets it out on a sigh. “Yes,” she answers me as I tug one of her straps down, exposing her bare right breast.
“You were right,” I tell her, licking the tips of my fingers before placing them on her nipple and squeezing gently.
Her mouths opens and her legs widen in response, so I cup her breasts and flick my thumbs over the dark, tight peaks.
She’s moving against me, driving me crazy, but she’s also discovering so damn much about herself.
It’s intoxicating. My hand moves down her belly and over the soft fabric of her flimsy little shorts.
The patch of material covering her pussy is already wet, so I move it to the side, exposing all of her.
She takes my damn breath away. The sight of us in the mirror is hot as hell.
“You’re fucking glistening,” I tell her. “Look.”
Her eyes flutter open and the image in the mirror registers. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I tell her before her mind can start second-guessing shit. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she says, practically begging me. We both watch as my fingers slowly explore her. I take my time, paying attention to every sound she makes, every shudder of her body, every clue that I’m making her feel good.
I plunge two fingers inside of her then drag them up slowly over her sensitive skin and up to her clit. She’s already so wet that it’s easy to keep teasing her.
“Look at yourself. Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” I say, loving the way her cheeks turn pink. “Your clit’s so swollen and needy right now. Do you feel that?” I ask, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m gonna make you come so hard and feel so good.”
“Then do it,” she says, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
She thinks she’s issuing me a challenge, but she’s not.
I know exactly how to make her fall apart.
“Mind if I take this off?” I ask, lifting the hem of her tank.
She shakes her head and we remove it together, exposing her perfect breasts.
I curse, not bothering to hide my admiration.
It occurs to me that Liza doesn’t realize how sexy and gorgeous she is.
I’m going to change that, one word at a time.
“I could look at you all damn day, but we don’t have time for that now. And you still want that orgasm, right?” When she nods vigorously, I can’t help but smile. “Touch your breasts while I play with your pussy.”
“Oh, my god, you just—”
She stops talking when my fingers find her folds again. “I just what?”
“You just…say words like breasts and pussy. Like they’re regular words.”
“That’s because they are. Do you prefer titties and kitty? Because—”
“Oh my god, no,” she practically hisses. “You know what? Just get back to what you were doing. You’re good with your hands.”
“I’m good with my mouth too,” I tease. “But consider your message received. Now, show me how you play with those perfect breasts of yours.”
She starts out tentatively, but gains confidence quickly, probably because the vision of us in the mirror is hot as hell. My fingers are delving inside her while my thumb is working her over. And while she’s busy touching her tits, she’s too distracted to be self conscious.
And that’s where the fun begins.
Her body is responding to my touch and my fingers are soaked.
They’re sliding and gliding over her center, making a damn beautiful mess as she gets tighter and tighter.
“Open your eyes,” I urge. “I want to watch what I do to you. I want you to see the exact moment when your body lets go. I want to watch you as you see yourself tremble in my arms, okay, Liza? You’re gonna watch me take you right over the edge. ”
My big body is cradling her smaller one, my fingers touching all her most sensitive spots as she bucks and whimpers.
But she watches the whole damn show. And what a show it is.
Liza’s orgasm is spectacular. It goes on and on, and my dick isn’t getting the message that this party isn’t for us.
We’re not on the guest list. We’re the entertainment.
But Liza isn’t getting the message, either. When she finally recovers, she turns toward me, her eyes locked on my rock-hard, pulsing dick. These black boxer briefs are doing fuck-all to conceal my reaction to her.
“Sorry,” I say, sure my face looks like it’s on fire. “That was incredible, and…yeah. So, I’m gonna head up to my room now, and…take care of things.”
I’m usually way smoother than this, but this whole situation is new for me.
“Wait,” Liza says, putting her hand on my hip and that’s not helping the situation at all. “You can’t walk through the house like that.”
“Yeah, I can. I’ll be fine,” I lie. “Okay, I’ll run. No one will see me. It’ll be fine.”
As if on cue, we hear Ollie whistling in the hallway. Dammit.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask desperately.
Liza smiles wryly. “Right across the hall.”
Fuck.
“Just stay here. You watched me come. Why can’t I watch you?”
Because that’s a terrible idea, I think to myself. A wonderful, terrible idea. But it’s one my dick very much likes, and there’s no hiding that.
Before I can think better of it, I’m leaning back on a mound of Liza’s pillows and stroking my cock while she watches with fascination. Holy shit, what has happened to my life? And can it please keep happening? But this isn’t all about me. It’s about Liza, too, and I want her to know that.
“Want to know what I’m thinking about right now? And what got me so hard?” I ask, releasing myself from the confines of these stupid boxers and letting my thumb play with the tip of my cock as pre-cum fucking drips from my slit.
“Yes,” she answers, the word sounding like a plea.
“How hot it was to watch you let go,” I answer honestly. “How damn wet you were. Fuck, I’m gonna be thinking about that for a long time.”
She’s leaning in close to me, and god, I want to kiss her so bad. Instead, I reach for her hand and when she offers it, I wrap her fingers around mine so that we’re stroking my length together.
“This good?” I pant.
“So good,” she breathes.”I want to make you come.”
“You’re about to get your wish. Fuck.” I try to hold back, to last a little longer, but it’s impossible.
I press my back into the mattress so I’ll come all over my stomach, but Liza has other ideas.
She kneels before me, my dick in her hand, and jacks my cock as I give in to my release.
Ropes of come shoot from my dick all over her belly and breasts.
It’s the most sensual, sexual thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s all I can do not to scream her name.
It takes a minute for my breathing to regulate and my brain to turn back on. Liza tosses my t-shirt at me as she slips on her robe and heads for the door. “You’re going to make me late, but it was worth it.”
Holy hell. I won’t survive this. But right now, all I need to do is sneak through the house and get up to my room so I can have an existential crisis in my shower, because I’m pretty sure my sole purpose for living is finding new ways to make Liza orgasm.
Using my shirt to clean up the remnant of my own arousal because between the two of us, we made quite a mess.
I’m just glad my boxers are black and they hide a little of the evidence.
My t-shirt’s crusty, so I ball it up and tuck it under my arm as I slink out of the room.
It’s been a while since I heard Ollie’s whistling, and based on the noise level coming from his and Fallon’s room, it’s safe to say he’s busy.
That means the coast is probably clear and it’s time for me to make my escape.
I walk quietly through the kitchen and am almost to the staircase when the doorbell rings, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
It’s gotta be a delivery guy, so I take two steps up the stairs, but the doorbell starts ringing again. This guy’s gonna wake the whole dam house up, and they’re all going to wonder why I’m creeping upstairs in my skivvies and holding a crusty t-shirt.
Fuck my life.
I turn toward the door and toss my nasty shirt behind the fake tree in the corner of the living room.
I’ll come back for it later, and sadly, I can almost guarantee it’s not the only soiled article of clothing this room has ever seen.
I open the door, ready to tell the guy to leave the packages on the porch, but it’s not a delivery person.
It’s my dad.
“Hey,” I stammer, trying to look composed and utterly failing. “What are you doing here at seven in the morning?”
My father frowns. “I told you I was playing pickleball with Dean Mercer today. I thought you might want to grab a cup of coffee before class, but it looks like you forgot.” He’s staring at me as I stand in the doorway in my boxers.
I’d like to say he never told me about these plans, but the truth is that I probably tuned him out.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’m getting ready to go to the gym for a session with the trainer. It must have slipped my mind.”
He shakes his head, like I’m a mess and he can’t quite figure out how we share the same genes.
Hell, neither can I. We say our goodbyes, and after I shut the door, I hear Liza’s shower turn off.
She’s probably walking back to her room in that silky blue robe.
Damn, I’d like to see that. I’d like to do a lot of things, actually, but right now I’m just grateful that Liza wasn’t out here eating breakfast or making coffee when my dad stopped by.
He’s not a monster, or anything, but he can be a bit of an asshole, and I’m going to do everything in my power to keep my dreaded future from colliding with my pretty fantastic present.