Chapter Thirty-Five
Thirty-Five
Forge
I was completely captivated by the sight of Elsie’s head thrown back as her musical laughter filled the early evening air around us.
Having her covered in my hoodie was actually fucking with me more than the shirt she had on under it.
Her cleavage might not be visible, but the image of her tits was seared into my brain.
“I tell you my most embarrassing moment, and you laugh at me?” I teased her.
I’d expected her to get a kick out of it.
Although I hadn’t thought that the story about how she’d believed Calvin was going to ask her to prom was embarrassing, I knew she did.
So, I had pulled out something that might make her feel better about sharing it with me. Level the field for her or whatever.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, covering her mouth as she stared at me with those incredible eyes, still dancing with amusement. “I shouldn’t laugh.”
I smirked. “It was fucking funny.”
She nodded, then snickered behind her hand.
“Okay,” she said, dropping her hand and trying to compose herself. “I have to know what she did then.”
I picked up my glass and took a drink. “She screamed, ‘Oh my God,’ and then some got into her mouth, and she wiped at it frantically,” I told her.
“But being a gentleman, I took my shirt off and started to clean her face the best I could. It was dark in the back seat, and I was still coming off my high.”
“Did you ever go out with her again?” she asked, wide-eyed.
I shook my head. “Nope. She left for college two weeks later.”
“College!” Elsie gasped. “You said you were thirteen!”
Oh, the things this girl didn’t know.
“I was, but she didn’t know that. I’d shot up to six feet that summer, and I’d already been hitting the gym with Oz. I didn’t look my age.”
She exhaled loudly. “Holy crap.”
I shrugged and took the bottle of whiskey to pour some more in my glass.
It had been a fucking brilliant idea to bring her out here.
It was still inside the gated property, but near a pond that had large oak trees, but not so many that they blocked the moonlight.
I’d brought the battery-powered lantern I kept in the back compartment of my truck to give us some more light for when the sun finally set.
Right now, we could see it as it was lowering into the sky.
Another reason I’d chosen here for our meal.
I watched her take a drink. Her cheeks were pink from her laughing at my accidental ejaculation in a girl’s face at thirteen.
But I still thought it was the girl’s fault.
She’d been eighteen with big tits that she bared to me.
Then she took my dick out of my pants and started to rub it.
Granted, it was only two pumps, and I shot my load all over her face while shouting out, “Take my cum, you dirty slut,” but still, she’d asked for it.
Until then, I’d only seen tits that size in pornos.
The girls closer to my age I’d messed around with weren’t stacked like that.
“Whew. Okay, I think I’m composed,” she said. “Although I may laugh about it again. I apologize in advance.”
“She had those stick-on fake lashes too. My semen got stuck in one, and when I wiped her face, the lashes came off.”
Another burst of laughter. “Okay, stop it,” she said, holding up a hand at me. “I can’t take any more.”
“I cleaned it, then handed it back to her. She didn’t want it though,” I explained with a shrug.
“You win,” she said. “That is way worse than me thinking Calvin was going to ask me to prom.”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She turned her gaze to stare out at the sunset and sighed. “Thanks for this.”
I was going to pay for it with Oz. He’d been pissed when I called to tell him I wasn’t working tonight, but I didn’t care. I’d do it again. Seeing her smiling and the sadness gone from her eyes was helping my own fucking darkness ease.
“This is a hell of a lot better than basketball games and working the spread. No need to thank me.”
Her eyes shifted back to me. “The Calvin thing,” she said. “Um, he still doesn’t know I ever thought that way about him. I, uh, don’t want him to either.”
He knew. He so fucking knew.
“He’s an idiot,” I told her. “But if you’re telling me this because you think I’ll say something to him, that secret will go with me to my grave. However, feel free to tell anyone you want about the night I unloaded on a girl’s unsuspecting face.”
She bit back a smile. “I don’t think I’ll be sharing that,” she said, then brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “When you save your virginity for a guy until you’re my age, you tend to be awkward, talking about sexual things.”
“The right one,” I added. Although I hated the fucking bastard even though I didn’t have a face to go with that hate.
“Yeah, and it was silly, but at this point, what do I do? I mean, I know now that it will never be Calvin. I had that in my head for so long and pictured it being with him, but—”
“Wait, what?” I asked as a burn began at the back of my neck and began to slowly spread.
“What do you mean?” She seemed confused.
“You …” I took a breath, trying to calm down. “You said Calvin. Last night, you said that you were saving it for the right one.”
She mouthed the word, Oops. “I might need to stop drinking. I didn’t mean to say that.
But since it’s out there, then yes. I saved myself for Calvin, thinking, one day, he’d see me for more, and I wanted to lose my virginity to him.
I had this elaborate idea in my head that I would be special, that it would be a moment we always cherished.
” She frowned. “Cheesy, huh?” Then she buried her face in her thighs with a groan.
I wasn’t taking this information well. I’d say I was handling it on the far side of poor. She was a virgin because of my cousin? Who did not in any way deserve her virginity.
“Can you forget I said that? I think it’s because of Noa’s book I was reading today,” she continued on, unaware I was battling down rage. “It was very explicit, and I was surprised by all I didn’t know. And here I am, almost done with college.”
I reached over and took her whiskey glass, then tossed back the rest of it before putting it aside.
“Okay,” she said, but stopped when I moved over closer to her.
“No more drinking,” I told her.
She gulped, then nodded.
“Like I said, tipsy is fine, but I want you fully aware,” I said, tugging her hands from around her legs and then pushing them down before laying her back on the blanket.
“What are you—”
“Touching you,” I cut her off as I shoved a hand beneath my hoodie she was wearing. Then I found the buttons on her blouse and started to undo them.
Her silver pools stared up at me as her chest began to rise and fall in short pants. I knew all about Noa’s books. Had that worked her up today? Was she wanting to do more than what we’d done last night? I’d teach her all about more.
No bra. That was what I’d thought when she came down earlier this evening. It had been fucking impossible not to look at her tits in that top when I was almost positive that was the outline of her nipples I was seeing.
Filling my hand with one of her full tits, I squeezed. “Don’t walk around the house without a bra again,” I warned her. “It was just me tonight, but there could have been others. They don’t get to see you like that.”
Her sharp intake of breath didn’t snap me out of my sudden caveman actions. If I was scaring her, then she needed to speak up; otherwise, I was about to get much worse.
Calvin. She was still a virgin because of him? Fuck no.
With my other hand, I grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it over mine until her heat was pressed against the bulge in my jeans. She made a sexy little sound and rocked against me. Her hand grabbed my arm.
“We’re outside,” she pointed out, sounding breathless already.
“That’s real observant, darlin’,” I replied, grabbing her ass and holding her tightly to me. “And we’re alone,” I whispered near her ear. “Now, tell me what it is that you read that got you hot and bothered?”
A strangled laugh came from her, and she shook her head. “No way.”
I ran the tip of my nose along the vein standing out in her neck, then flicked at the soft skin with my tongue.
“I had my face buried in your pussy while you pulled my hair and squirted that sweet cream all over my tongue last night,” I reminded her, causing her to whimper.
“You can tell me what makes you wet. I wanna fucking know.”
My hand continued to play with her tits while my cock swelled up until the zipper of my jeans was cutting into it. Letting go of her ass, I moved over her and began to unfasten my pants then shoved them down until I could free my throbbing erection. She glanced down at it in my hand.
“I promise not to coat your pretty face,” I told her. “Unless you want me to. Then I’ll happily oblige.”
She let out a startled laugh, then stopped, her eyes shooting back up to meet mine. “I … I don’t know.”
Oh damn. She looked so sincere that I had to squeeze my fucking cock until it hurt enough to calm it down.
“Tell me what you read that excited you,” I urged her as I found the waist of her leggings and slid my hand down inside, passing the small lace of her panties to the crotch and moving the fabric aside.
“AH!” she cried as I ran a knuckle along her soaking wet sex.
“You’ve made a mess in your panties,” I scolded her. “My good girl has been having very naughty thoughts.”
Her hooded eyes flared with need. She liked when I talked dirty. I’d figured that out last night.
“Tell me what has you dripping,” I coaxed, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, but not taking it yet because I wanted her to talk.
“You,” she said then hesitated.
I lifted my head to stare down at her. “Continue.”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Last night … you said something that I read today.”
I gently pressed the tip of my finger inside her tight, unused entrance. Her eyes fluttered back, and a moan followed. I let more ease in, watching her as I did. When I hit the hymen that she’d not been lying about, her entire body tensed up.
“Easy, baby. It’s okay,” I assured her as I pulled my finger out. “What did I say last night that you read about?”
She started to close her legs, and I stopped her by running the pad of my thumb over her clit. They relaxed instantly, and her mouth fell open.
“Tell me,” I reminded her.
Her eyes snapped closed, and I watched her nostrils flare. She was so fucking beautiful. I wanted to keep her out here forever. Forget the rest of life and live in this moment over and over.
“Your face,” she croaked out. “Sitting.”
A grin tugged at my lips. “Sitting on my face?” I asked. “You liked that?”
She nodded, but didn’t open her eyes. I sat up and straddled her legs before taking the waist of her leggings and jerking them down to her ankles. It wasn’t until I had them tossed to the side, along with her shoes and socks, that I looked up at her. She was wide-eyed, watching me.
“I’d really like you completely naked, but I don’t want you getting cold,” I told her. “Stand up.”
She didn’t hesitate as she moved to sit, then stand. I took her place on the blanket, lying on my back with my jeans and boxers down below my ass so I could jerk my cock with ease.
“Spit on it,” I told her, nodding to my erection.
She stared down at it, and I thought it would take more convincing, but I was wrong.
She bent down and glanced at me. There was excitement sparking in her eyes, along with uncertainty.
I wondered if she’d spit on a dick before, but realized I didn’t want to think about her mouth around any other bastard’s dick.
When she puckered her lips, all other thoughts vanished, and I watched, transfixed, as her spit fell from those full lips and hit the head of my cock.
I started to tell her to do it again, but she beat me to it.
Two more times, to be exact. Then she turned her gaze back to my face.
My fist slid up and down my cock, slick with her saliva.
“Straddle my face,” I told her.
She straightened and stepped closer, then paused when she reached my head. I had expected this sooner—her getting shy or nervous. I liked it though. It meant she’d never done this. I wanted that exclusivity.
I reached over to wrap my fingers around her ankle closest to me and lifted her foot, then pulled it over to the other side. She sucked in a breath.
“Come here,” I coaxed, sliding my hand up the side of her leg.
With a small nod, she lowered her body down, letting my hands ease up until I had her hips in my grasp and could guide her over my mouth. Turning my head slightly, I kissed the inside of her thigh as she moved to her knees.
I brought her lower until my lips brushed against her swollen, damp sex. When I nuzzled her a little, she jerked, and then I ran my tongue from her tight hole to her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
The sweet, tropical taste of her pussy was just as fucking delicious as it had been last night. Losing myself in her noises and the way she coated my tongue, I lapped like a starving man.
Her hips began to move, growing more frantic.
“Oh. OH!”
“Fucking sweet pussy,” I said, then growled against her sensitive nub.
Her body began to shudder, and the telltale sign of her orgasm filled my mouth. I released one side of her ass so that I could jerk off while she was still riding her high.
But I didn’t want to come like this. What I wanted was something I should leave alone, but I wasn’t sure I could.