“Oh, God,” she gasps, pushing her ass into me. “I’m ready.”
My heart suddenly begins to race from the nerves. It’s not because I haven’t fucked a woman in the ass. In fact, I’ve done it several times. The difference is those women, including Samantha, were used to it and didn’t mind it rough. Therefore, I wasn’t gentle in the act.
This is different. I’m scared to hurt her, worried I’ll inflict pain because of my selfish fantasies. She’s never had a man in her ass, and the pressure makes me question whether I should go ahead.
Before I can get in a word, she reaches behind her, begins to stroke my cock, and then brings it to her entrance.
Okay, stop overthinking this.
Just take it slow.
I purposely spit on my shaft to create a lubricant, spreading it on the tip of my cock before I enter. To ease the pain for her, I rub the small of her back as I focus and begin entering. My senses are hyperaware, listening out for her sounds as well as focusing on her body's reactions.
Only the tip is in, and I feel her body tense while she takes deep breaths. My hand reaches for her clit again, rubbing it in a circular motion until she sinks into me. Charlotte’s moans heighten, prompting me to push deeper while making sure she is okay.
As soon as I’m completely in, I stop to give her a moment to breathe. When I think she can’t handle it, Charlotte slowly rocks back and forth at her own pace. Fuck, she’s tight, and I’m barely holding on.
“Deeper,”she begs.
I obey her commands, though I continue at a slow pace not to hurt her. We find ourselves moving so effortlessly, and she warns me again she’s about to come, but then a brutal ring interrupts us. I slow down, glancing over at her phone.
“Cockblocker,” I mumble when I see it’s my sister.
“I’ll call her back later.”
I glance over again for some sick and twisted reason as a smirk plays on my lips.
“No, answer it.”
Charlotte snorts. “You’re inside my ass, and you want me to answer it?”
“I dare you.”
I’m expecting Charlotte to ignore me, so when she reaches over for the phone and answers hello, I know the tequila has loosened her inhibitions.
“I’m kinda busy, Adriana. Whatever your emergency is, it can wait.”
My hands grip her waist as I continue to slide in and out of her, enjoying the choke in her voice when she speaks.
“Whatever car for prom is fine. If it fits everyone, just book it,” she continues with a clenched jaw.
This time, I spread her cheeks to get a good look at my cock entering her. Fuck, I’m ready to blow. So, what if I go first? I’ll make sure she comes right after me. My movements pick up, as does my tight grip on her waist. I have this desperate need to slap her ass, and just because I want to, I pull my hand back and then slap my palm against her cheek for it to make a loud sound.
“Adriana, I have to go, bye,” Charlotte rushes, then hits end call and throws the phone away from us. “I’m going to come now!”
Her blissful finish tightens around my cock, causing me to blow inside her ass while I shut my eyes and try to catch my breath. The sensation reaches every part of me until my limbs feel like jelly, and I’m unable to move a single muscle.
Our ragged breathing echoes under the bleachers, and slowly, I pull myself out as she whimpers.
“You beat me to it,” I tease.
“Yeah, well, you’re the jerk who tried to come while his sister was rambling about cars for prom.”
Charlotte turns around, then collapses to the ground on her back. Her chest rises and falls, still unable to stabilize her breathing.
“A jerk you still love, right?”
Her hand caresses my cheek as the corners of her eyes crinkle with a smile accompanying it. A silent moment passes between us, but I’ve learned during our time together that being silent isn’t bad. Silence gives us the opportunity to speak the words our heart is sometimes afraid to say out loud.