CHAPTER Eight
Christopher
“Are you sure this is the right place?” my dad asks as we get closer to the address on Nellie’s driving license. The streets are less cared for and the plants are overgrown. Some of the houses need repairs, and the garden walls need a coat of fresh paint. This is far from the location of the women I’m usually interested in.
“Yes. Over there,” I say when my car comes into view. He pulls up alongside it, and I get out.
“Do you need me to wait?”
“No. I’ll see you at home. Thanks.”
I wave him off, and he drives toward the end of the street before turning into the next one. The house numbers are next to the doors. Nellie’s car is right outside her house, next to mine. The rusty gate squeaks when I open it while the curtains twitch. Someone is watching me. A thrill runs through my chest. Lightly, I knock on the wooden door, and a few minutes later, Nellie answers.
A cloud of sweet vanilla perfume wafts in the air, and I lick my lips. She looks even more beautiful in her own clothes. Her hair is straight rather than up in a ponytail, and she’s dressed all in black.
“Hi, trouble,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.
Her eyes wander down my body. Maybe it’s a mirror of how I looked at her. Either way, I like it. A rush of blood heads to my groin, which I don’t try to cover up.
“I’m a good girl. You’re the naughty one. Come in,” she says, gesturing me inside.
“Okay, vanilla,” I say, remembering the cocktail she mentioned when she gave me the idea of seeing someone causally but regularly.
“You’re right. I don’t have any kinks. There’s no shame in that.”
“No, there’s not.” I was only talking about cocktails, but it’s good to know she’s not expecting any roleplay.
Boldly, I touch her lips with my fingertips. I’m not one to take my time when I know what I want. Inviting me in is the only encouragement I need. Her tongue darts out, tingling my nerve endings. More blood rushes away from my head as I replace my fingers with my lips.
Kissing her is already addictive. Her soft lips glide against mine as she opens up for me. I want to savour every second. My hand slips up into her hair so I can pull her closer. Our mouths collide over and over until we’re both breathless.
“Do you want to take this upstairs?” she asks.
“Yes, I do.” Her confidence surprises me. She already knows what I want. I’ve been obvious about it right from the start. I’m glad she’s not shy about accepting it.
“Great.”
Taking my hand, she leads me to her bedroom. The house is old, with high ceilings, and her room is big, yet minimalist. The walls are painted white, and the furniture is wooden. A dusky pink duvet covers her bed, which she sits down on. Leaning back, she invites me to join her.
I walk towards her, unbuttoning my black shirt. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’m expecting some foreplay.” She puts her hand on her hip, giving me a serious look.
“Don’t worry. I aim to please.”
I grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down. A black lacy thong is the only thing between me and her pussy. I reach for my belt, undoing it and pulling it loose. It clanks to the floor, but it’s already forgotten. My trousers are the next thing to go before I drop to my knees. Extending my arms, I hook my thumbs under the tiny scrap of material on her thighs.
Slowly, I tug them down. Her bare pussy looks delicious, and I’m ready to dive in. I pull her closer to me. Watching her facial expression, I move closer to her. My tongue makes contact, and I relish in its sweet taste. She’s vanilla through and through. She’s creamy, mouthwatering, and addictive, like sugary syrup.
Using the tip of my tongue, I awaken her senses. She lies on the bed, letting go of any inhibitions. A soft murmur leaves her lips as I explore her folds. Homing in, I lick over her clit, working friction into the places that make her moan the loudest.
She arches her back, pushing her breasts into the air. My cock is fully erect as I feast on her body. I devour her until her vocal cords are singing the song I want to hear. Her orgasm comes fast, and I lick my lips in satisfaction.
“Wow. I guess all the practice you’ve had has paid off. That was next level.” She purrs like a kitten.
A grin instantly appears on my face. “I told you I wouldn’t disappoint. Are you ready for more?” My smile turns mischievous.
“Now it’s my turn,” she says, hooking her leg around my waist.
“Where do you want me?” Using the mattress, I hoist myself up and under her.
“Right here is perfect.” Her tone is playful.
I hold my arms up, happy to do as she wishes. She touches my chest, working down to my abs. Her hands are soft yet alluring. My eyes follow her movement as she goes down to my rock-hard cock. She grips it tight, watching the reaction I can’t hide. A husky growl rumbles from deep within me as her hand strokes the head of my cock.
Fuck, that feels good.
She increases the range of her movements, rubbing from the base up to the tip. Her mouth moves to my balls, and she sucks them into her mouth.
Double fuck. This feels incredible.
Using her hand and mouth, she works me close to the edge.
“Stop or I’m going to have a happy accident. Your hand isn’t where I want to be.”
Her eyes darken, but she retreats to lie on the pillows. Moving onto the floor, I search for my wallet in my trouser pocket. Opening it up, I pull out a condom. I tear the foil wrapper and roll it down my length.
“Are you ready?”
She bites her lip, looking nervous for the first time. Her voice is uneven. “Yes.”
I move over her, reconnecting with her lips. “Do you want me?” I ask. My cock rubs against her entrance.
“Yes. Get on with it.”
I smile, glad she’s needy for me. “What’s the rush?” I tease.
“You’ve got me warmed up, and now I’m waiting for the main event.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. Her pussy rubs against my cock. I give her the tip, and she moans in frustration. When she gives me a stern stare, I dive in, filling her. We both groan. Without hesitation, I move in and out of her. We connect well, and she grips hold of my arm with a need I match. She seems to know exactly what I want. Her legs tighten around my waist, her lips meet mine in between every thrust, and she brings a whole new meaning to no strings attached.