Igrab the hem of Gracie’s shirt and yank it over her head, tossing it to the ground. My eyes rave over her plump breasts held in the cups of her bra, my tongue dragging over my lips. I feel the poke of the head of my penis against my briefs and the twitch of my dick. I want to just stick it in and pound her so fucking hard. I’ve wanted it for so long, but I didn’t realize it until now. I had to bury all of the feelings for so fucking long. I can live with them now. I can allow them to surface and be real.
Reaching under her, I snap open her bra and pull it forward, grabbing both straps with my hands. I let my fingers drag down her arms, but my eyes are on her now exposed breasts. Her areola is a dark shade of pink, her nipple big and round. As I fling her bra away from us, I reach out and knead her breasts, twisting both nipples between my fingers.
Gracie gasps, and I look up, catching her glittering eyes. She’s watching me, chest beginning to heavy as I keep twisting her nipples playfully. She bites her lip, and my eyes linger there, watching as she drags her teeth. Finally, I release and draw slowly down. I take hold of the hem of her underwear and pants and drag them down as I go, exposing her entirely to me.
I only stop when my face draws into position with her vagina. She’s a bit hairy, but at least it isn’t a mountain full of pub hair. I don’t like girls who don’t shave, at least now and again. Glancing up again to see Gracie watching me in both eagerness and curiosity, I grin and push both hands between her legs, shoving them wide open. She doesn’t object or fight against me. She opens up like a book, and I’m eager to dive right in.
I do exactly that. I don’t give her a warning; I don’t try and pump her into a start. I press my lips into her mound and flick my tongue into her. Gracie squirms in what I assume is surprise. I nip at her vulva, and she breathes out. I feel her fingers curl into my hair and push my head down. My tongue slips in, licking her, and runs around her walls. I let myself be guided by her head as she pulls it back and shoves down, pushing my tongue further. She repeats the actions several times, and I let it happen, lapping up her sweet juices, my breathing becoming labored with each jerking movement. My dick feels swollen, ready to just jump on out of my briefs. With one hand, I reach down and undo my belt, buckle, and zipper. Gracie’s hips buck, and she whimpers as she thrusts them upwards, pushing my mouth deeper. With my other hand, I reach under me and shove my finger into her. Gracie groans, deep desire escaping her throat. I thrust my finger in and out, in and out. Her hips follow the movement, moving faster with my finger.
Before she can explode, I yank back and stand up. Gracie gasps for breath, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling with each intake. Her eyes are on me, though, steamy brown. I kick my shoes off and push down my pants and briefs, shoving them aside with my feet as I pull my shirt over my head to toss it to join the rest of our clothes. Climbing back over her, I press the tip of my dick against the inside of her thigh and reach up, twisting and rubbing her nipple again. I can feel the slick of her juice grazing her thighs, dribbling out from her.
A plea glitters in her eyes, and again, she bites her bottom lip. I draw up, grazing the head against her folds. She inhales sharply, her breasts rising, and I watch them before catching her eyes again.
“Devon,” she breathes. “Devon, I want you.”
It’s all I need to hear. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear from her in so long. I give in instead of playing around anymore. I thrust into her, making her hips jerk upwards, shoving me far into her.
“Wait,” I grunt, my teeth clamped together. I can’t thrust, not yet, no matter how badly I want to. “Are you on birth control?”
She blinks, her eyebrows drawing together in momentary confusion as if she’s trying to figure out what I’m saying. Then her eyes widen as she takes it in, and Gracie shakes her head. “No. I’m not.”
I’m already inside her. It’s warm, and my erection is desperate to start pumping. Pulling out to get a fucking condom on doesn’t sound appealing to me or my boy.
“You can just pull out?” Gracie suggests, cocking her eyebrow, seeming to see what I’m obviously getting at.
I press my lips together and eye her. Pulling out isn’t really my strong suit. I get so into what’s happening that I literally forget to pull out because I just want to release.
“I can’t make that promise,” I finally tell her, deciding to just be straightforward.
She stares at me for a moment and then jerks her hips up, shoving me deep into her. I grunt at the movement and fall forward, capturing her lips on mine. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I thrust, pumping in and out. Her breath becomes ragged on my lips. Her nails dig into my skin. I can no longer keep twisting her nipples. Instead, my hands plant themselves on each side of the bed, gripping the sheets hard. Skin upon skin slaps, and sweat beads across my forehead as I move faster. Our lips part as we both breathe heavily. I can feel my dick swelling more if that’s even possible, and I wiggle a little to hit her walls with slaps.
Her hands slip down, and she grabs my ass, pushing me further down. I thrust, and she whimpers before her legs tighten around me and her walls cave in, closing tightly around me. My fingers dig harder into the blankets, and I feel myself push more into her. Gracie lets out a shaky breath, followed by a moan, and I burst open at her release. Or at least, I burst something. I feel like I’m balls deep in her; I’m pretty sure I am anyway. It’s too late to pull out as I’ve already exploded into her.
“Devon!” she shouts, but her voice shaky as her head falls back, legs dropping from around me. “You didn’t fucking pull out.”
I don’t move to pull out. I don’t even try to get out of her, and the fact that she doesn’t even try to push me off is a good sign. She seems mad, but I don’t think she really is.
When I slip out, just a bit, I feel her fingers graze against my tender dick, and it quivers at her touch. She strokes it and draws her fingers up, cupping my balls before kneading them. I lean down and capture her lips in mine, kissing passionately again.
Finally, I pull the rest of the way out with a grunt. I’m limp now. Everything had been expelled into her. Her legs are shaking, and she doesn’t move. I turn over and drop next to her, reaching down to take her hand in mine. Our fingers intertwine, and her hair brushes against my shoulder as she moves, laying her head on me.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she mumbles.
I don’t say anything at all. We both wanted it in the moment. So, what the fuck am I supposed to say to that statement?
“It wasn’t wrong,” she continues. “I just – I’m not supposed to be with anyone until I’m at least a year sober. It isn’t like a mandatory rule. More like a suggestive rule, really. It’s meant to help keep our heads straight, to keep us on the path. The first year of sobriety is the hardest.”
I turn my head to look at her and catch her eyes. She’s already looking at me.
“You’re doing great, Gracie. You really are,” I tell her, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.
I do mean it. I’ve seen how hard she’s been working on her sobriety, and I’ve seen how much it means to her. It was why I had to stop her when she’d been about to throw it all away before.
“We can’t do this again. Not until after a year,” she says softly, and I hear the sadness in her voice. “That’s why I’ve been struggling. I didn’t realize it until… well, while we were having sex. You and Owen and Colton are driving me fucking insane. I have to figure out who I am, Devon. What I want. I have to stay sober, and I can’t do that if I’m tugged in all different directions.” She turns her head, pulling her eyes away from me as she stares at the ceiling. “I’m going to move back home with my parents, just temporarily, to get my head straight again. To know I’m stable enough to live with even just you.”
I squeeze her hand gently. “And Colton?”
I watch her breasts rise before slowly falling. “I like him a lot, which is also a problem. I like him and love you and love Owen, and it's making my head spin. It's why I’m having dinner with Luke. He’s got like a girlfriend and a boyfriend or two girlfriends, or two boyfriends, I can’t remember exactly. But I’m going to have dinner with them, ask questions, and whatever else to figure out exactly what I want. What I need to do.” She turns back to me again. “I need to figure out who I am, Devon.”