Chapter 21 #2
I laugh, trying to lighten her poor mood, and lean against the doorframe of the bedroom, flicking off the light to create a mood. The lamps are dim and sultry. “If not my dick, then my mouth can. We’re both aware of that.”
She shivers as I approach her from behind and trail my finger down her bare arm. Leaning down, I murmur, “And after Thriller Thursday, I think we know how much you liked the piercing in the right spot.”
When she faces me, I expect a slap. Maybe some anger. Her cheeks are crimson. Mouth parted like she may spit venom at me.
It’s amusing.
But then, as if some magnet attaches us together, she’s crawling up my body, throwing herself at me. Dress sliding up her thighs as I catch her midair and our lips smash together.
“I dare you,” she huffs out in between kisses. Her nails dig into my neck and her other hand pulls, not gently, on my hair.
Breathless, I move us toward the bedroom. “Dare me to what?”
She’s making my entire brain fuzzy. My body wrecked with want. Fucking rock hard and ready to go. I can’t seem to get her close enough to me.
“To make me come.” She sweeps her tongue inside my mouth, and my dick throbs. “Make me come on you.”
Fuck…
“I can do that.” I can. Gods, I can… Right? If not, I’ll spend all fucking night eating this woman to make it up to her. Make her come on my face for hours.
She tugs my head back from her, and I lunge toward her lips again, needing them on mine, but she pulls away. “I don’t think you can.”
I lay her back on the mattress and crawl over her, hips settling between hers. She perches on her elbows and threatens me with a glare.
And it hits me. I’ve learned something else about her in the times we’ve been together. What she needs and what she wants…
So, I take over.
“Take off your fucking dress.” Standing at the end of the bed, I snap my fingers and shed my belt. “Now.”
She scrambles to the side and unzips, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder.
The sight of her naked figure hits me like a punch I don’t brace for. All sharp lines and soft curves in places that make my movements stall. She’s beautiful. Not just in vision—something else. Something that makes my chest tighten and my breaths quicken.
And I want inside it.
She’s wearing some lacy white things. Taking her time, she loosens her garter belts. Watching her delicate motions, I bite my bottom lip to refrain from ravishing her. When she slips off her stockings, I step out of my pants.
Covering her breasts, she hooks her bra on a finger, dangling it in the air. Then tosses it while staring at me with those piercing blue eyes.
I nod at her. “Everything off.”
Defiantly, she lifts her chin and drops her arms.
Her small tits… Glorious. She shimmies out of her panties, putting on a defiant show for me.
“You’re perfect,” I say on an exhale. It’s such a small word for what she looks like. But I’m not smart enough to come up with something that would make us both less nervous. My eyes catch on the hint of stitches in her upper left arm. “Where—”
“Thursday leftovers.” She blushes and tries to cover them, but I shake my head.
“It doesn’t take anything away.” And inside? I’m grateful she wasn’t hurt worse. “You don’t need to hide them.”
Her body relaxes again, but she waves her finger threateningly at my jocks.
“Take those off.”
Smirking, I do.
Her eyes widen as she swallows. Throat tight and mouth tense. “Maybe put them back on… It looks like it grew since the last time I saw it.”
I give myself a stroke and chuckle. “It’s definitely grown since it saw all of you.”
Reaching for her, I slide my hand down her arm gently, then move us back to the bed. She shivers as I lean over her body, sliding my thighs beneath hers. “If you don’t want… Just tell me to stop if you need—”
“Oh, just get it over with,” she snaps, and it hurts. Like a fucking stab to the heart.
I shake my head. “No, Scout. I’m not playing this game with you. If you don’t want—”
She shoves her tongue into my mouth again and writhes her hips against mine. Her pussy douses my length until I don’t think I can keep myself restrained any longer.
I pull back in between her tortured kisses. “Let me eat you first… Put you on my tongue.”
“No. I want… Just give it to me before I lose my nerve.”
“I’m not doing it if you’re nervous. No way.”
She reaches between us and slides her fingers down my length, letting her thumb dance over the crown of my cock. It’s raring to go and jumps with her touch. “Fuck!”
“You’re not doing it? Really?” She grips the base as I sit back, then lowers my dick toward her entrance. “Not…even going to try the tip?”
“You’re fucking naughty. Holy shit…” I grab my dick from her and run it up to her clit, letting my piercing hit her repeatedly.
She groans like she’s trying to hold back those insane sounds of pleasure she makes. The ones she let me hear the other day on the counter at Karina.
When I rub it over the right spot and lean in to kiss her again, she pulls me closer by digging her heels into my bare ass.
“I’m not going in… Not until you beg me to. I’ll just keep doing this.”
“I’m not begging.” But she’s half-moaning, breathless. Tits hitting my chest. Every brush of her hard nipples against my pecs sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
“No?” I swivel my hips up, my length parting her pussy until she soaks me.
“No… No…”
She’s grinding. Curling into me. Pulling me closer. Lips brushing mine as her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Please…”
I chuckle. “Please, what?”
Her eyes snap open, and I lose my breath. “Do it.”
“Do what, tulip? What is it you need from me?”
“Fuck me!”
On the next slide back of my hips, she follows, this time lining herself up with me. So on the surge forward? Yeah, I’m tipped in.
My neck snaps back as I take in the insane bliss of her heat.
She does the same, arching and writhing to take more of me. “You’re so thick!”
“You’re so tight.”
I try to focus, determination setting in to make this perfect for her. Easing my hips back, I take my time. She stiffens as I press forward until I hold. Waiting for her to relax and get used to me. Then, I delve deeper.
“Tell me to stop. Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t stop!” she practically yells, and I can’t help the smile that coats my lips.
Leaning on my elbows, I perch on either side of her head. Let my thumbs stroke her forehead, then dip down to capture another gentle kiss. My pace is steady. Slow. I let my tongue slide against her bottom lip until she shivers.
There’s a shift in her, and her body opens for me. Hands that were desperate now soothingly caress my back. Thighs part farther. And that’s when I bottom out with a grunt.
She sighs with ecstasy, eyes squeezing shut.
I massage the back of her neck with a squeeze. “Hey, Scout? Look at me, please.”
The sparkling blue of her irises stuns me. No thoughts travel through my mind.
“It’s good. It’s fine. You’re not hurting me.”
“No, that’s not what— I just want to look at my wife while I’m inside her. Let me look at you. I want to watch your face.”
Something happens between us and tears form in her eyes. I know she’s not in pain. Her ankles lock on to my hamstrings, pulling me into her. Wet pussy glides along my length as I give her everything I have in a steady, intoxicating rhythm.
Her lips purse tight, but then…she seems to just give in. Breasts rising to meet my bare chest. Nails loosening their grip on my neck. Rocking her hips against mine with perfect timing.
We work well together.
“There she is. That’s my girl. You’re trying so hard to stay in your head.” I lean in and breathe along her collarbone, sucking in her wintry scent. “Let go.”
“I can’t…” Desperation settles in her face. Like she needs permission from me.
“Yes, you can. Let go and enjoy yourself. Take what you need.”
She nods softly, carefully.
I relax into our position. Arms snake around her back. Muscles of her inner walls flutter rapidly around me, caressing me in all the right spots. I know I can’t hold back much longer. If I go too soon, I’ll spend time on her, making sure she feels okay about us after.
Dropping my head onto the pillow, I find her ear. “Y-You stopped your birth control?” Suddenly, I remember what the entire point of this is. At least for the university.
She flinches. “Yes, of course.”
“Shit…” Just the thought of impregnating her has my balls tingling. Ready to bust.
Gripping one of her hips, I thrust in hard, fast. She hangs onto me as if it’s all she can do.
Arms flare out wide as she clutches the sheets in her fists. Tits raised to the ceiling and neck bowed. She squints, a flush of red crawling up from her pussy to her cheeks.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t—”
She screams so loud, I almost go deaf. But I don’t dare slow my pace.
I fuck her right into the mattress until she’s bucking against me wild, free.
She’s that girl I met that night. On the back of my bike, drinking moonshine like it was water.
Face glistening and body slack, grabbing any pleasure she can. And mine provides it.
I snag her chin, so she has to look me in the eyes as I finish. Ecstasy shoots down my spine until my thighs slam against hers, and I release everything deep inside her.
Collapsing on top of her, I heave in some much-needed air. She squirms until I let her slip sideways and gather her in my arms. She’s not going anywhere. And when she doesn’t pull away, something warm and comforting settles under my ribs.
I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “Told you I could do it.”