“What do you want?” I ask her as my mouth ghosts over her pussy. I’ve been here before, fucking her with my mouth, but tonight, I’ll be able to finish. I lick her from her core to her clit and flick her button with my tongue. Her legs squeeze together, holding me there in their death grip. I lay out on my bed, with my legs dangling over the edge. It’s times like this when it sucks being tall.
I continue to lick her pussy, sopping up her wetness and paying attention to her clit. I know it’s an important part of a woman’s anatomy, and the last thing I want to do is upset Thea.
My hand snakes between my face and her leg and moves it over my shoulder. Not only can I breathe now, but the angle of her body is perfect. I slip one finger in and then two before I readjust myself and kiss my way up her body. Every inch of her skin is perfect to me, right down to her freckles. When I get to her glorious mounds of breasts, I move my hand so my palm can graze her clit with each thrust.
“Fuck, I need . . .” she cries out.
I ignore her. I know what she needs, but I want to wait. I want her on the edge before I give her what we both want. I slip another finger inside of her, stretching her to accommodate my shaft. The last thing I want is to hurt her.
Thea has the best rack I have ever seen on a chick. Her tits are the perfect size for my hands, and they make my mouth water. I lavish each nipple with my mouth and tongue and nip at her heated flesh. It’s moments like this when I wish I had more hands because I need one on each boob, one fucking her, and the other kneading her skin.
My mouth finally makes it to hers. Our kisses are different than before. The passion and desire are still there, but there’s a carnal need now. Our lips are together, but we’re swallowing each other’s gasps and moans.
Something shifts inside of me, and I stop everything. I can’t explain it. Thea looks at with worried eyes. She cups my cheek with her hand and smiles. “I want this with you,” she says quietly. “I’ve wanted you from the second I met you.”
“Me too.”
I sit back on my knees, feeling the lost connection immediately, and reach for my nightstand. Inside, I pull a string of condoms out of my drawer, and Thea chuckles. “Wow, you plan to keep me on my back for a while.”
“Nah,” I say as I rip open the first one and slide it down my shaft. “I’m going to take you on your knees, you’re going to ride the fuck out of me, and if I’m not too tired, I’m going to take you up against the wall. I plan to fuck you on every surface in this room.”
“I’m not going to complain about that,” she says with a smile. Her eyes close when the head of my dick pushes against her core.
“Are you ready?” I pull away and bury my head between her legs for a second. “Fuck, you feel ready.”
“I am . . . oh God, yes,” she cries out when I enter her. I move slowly until I’m fully sheathed and have to fight the urge to come right then and there. Holy fuck, I had no idea she’d fit perfectly around my dick.
“Thea, baby . . . I’m not going to last with this one.” I pump my hips and find a good rhythm for us. Thea hitches her leg over my hip, giving me a better angle, while her hands grip the slats on my headboard. In her mind, this is probably great, but for me, it’s torture. Those beautiful tits of hers are free to bounce in my face, and I never thought I’d love being titty-slapped so much in my life. I take one in my mouth, letting my tongue play with her nipple while my dick throbs inside of her.
Every moan, every word of encouragement, every fucking sound brings me closer, and I have to find a way to push off my pending eruption. I lean back on my knees to slow us down. Her hips move, looking for the friction she wants.
Before me, the woman I never thought I could have, bares all for me. Just for me. Her eyes are heavy with lust, her body shakes from labored breathing, and the most precious part of her body is connected with mine in ways I only dreamed of.
“Fuck,” I say as my thumb flicks her clit. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re mine.”
“Just yours,” she says headily.
My hands grip her hips, and I start to move her back and forth, watching as my erection moves in and out of her pussy. The sight is my undoing, and I fall forward, thrusting into her until my hot cum fills the condom. Instantly, I’m out of her and on my knees with her legs over my shoulder. I know she didn’t get her orgasm, and I’m not about to let her fake it. My tongue and fingers go to work and listen when she tells me not to stop what I’m doing. I don’t until she’s thrashing around, and her body is trying to milk me for all I’m worth. I swallow her sweet juices and then crawl next to her.
“Now, we can fuck,” I tell her, much to her delight.
Twenty-Five
Thea
Things between Kylerand I are really great. Despite the fact we’ve only just officially become a couple, we haven’t slipped into that newly-together, honeymoon period most new couples go through, and we’re definitely not “sexing like rabbits” as Nolan not-so-delicately put it. It’s not that we don’t want to—there are times where we absolutely do—I’m just mindful of the fact my brother’s room is just across the hallway to Kyler’s and underneath mine. And, despite the fact Jude’s told me on a number of occasions he’s happy for us, and has given us his blessing, it just feels weird knowing he’s nearby while we’re, well, sexing. Plus, what with the guys’ hockey games and Kyler’s job at the bar, we don’t have the luxury of spending all our time together, and I’m okay with that. We’re still our own person and so not being joined at the hip works well for both of us. But it doesn’t stop Ky from slipping into my bed late at night after he’s finished a shift. And the times he doesn’t? Well, those are the occasions we don’t talk about, because this is where we disagree. He’s still fighting, and I wish he’d stop. He tells me he has to go through with each fight because the money is a promise of a secure future for Lacey. And because Lacey is his priority and I know I’ll lose the argument every time. So, instead, I care for his cuts and bruises as tenderly as I can and hold back my words.
Today, Kyler’s helping his sister with finalizing everything for Lacey’s birthday party at the end of the week, so I’m taking the opportunity to do my own bit of family bonding. Jude and I have barely seen each other recently and it feels like we’re distant relatives rather than close siblings. Like Ky, hockey takes up most of his time, but when he’s not on the ice, he’s also not at home, saying he has plans elsewhere. Whatever they are, they seem to leave my brother closed off. He’s not his usual, happy self and my sibling instinct tells me there’s something on his mind.
He’s already at Cool Beans, the coffee shop on campus, when I arrive and has snagged us one of the cozy sofa areas, so I order our coffees and something to eat. He won’t have time to have lunch later, so I make sure he has something now.
“Hey bro,” I greet him, leaning down to give him a hug which he reciprocates, and hand him his americano and a grilled pastrami and cheese sandwich. “How was class?”
Jude shrugs as he takes a sip, the hot temperature of the drink causing him to wince a little. “Eh, same old. Prof. Donnelly was in an extra grumpy mood today, which is always a joy.”
I feel a little bad for Jude, as Professor Donnelly is the only professor at NU who doesn’t give any leeway to the athletes on our sports teams. While others are more lenient with workloads or deadlines for turning in papers, Donnelly doesn’t give a rat’s ass. As far as he’s concerned, if you take his class, then you’re expected to give one hundred percent commitment to the assignments sent; extra-curricular activities or not.
I take a sip of my oat latte before following up. “His class was a killer, huh?”