“Like?”
He faced me with crossed arms which made his biceps larger. “Women are amazing. You can do anything; your bodies can do anything. Being there, between your legs where you’re most powerful and beautiful is like…heart stopping. I don’t know if God is a woman or not…but when I’m between your legs it makes worshipping you feel justified.”
He could be feeding me total bull shit. This could be his best move ever to make discarding my panties a minor chore. I can’t tell and I know Moses so well.
“but you don’t like doing it for all women…?”
He looked past me in thought. “All women deserve to have it done but I can say going down on you specifically was the best. You taste amazing, I’m not sure if it’s because of your diet or what. It’s a sweet taste like roses… so licking was addictive. Even the gold curls…you trim close but the hair there is soft and honestly I liked it. You’re also never dry, which is great for me with my size, you were always slick. I could push right in. Don’t get me wrong, I’m only speaking as your friend. But yeah…since you…I love to eat pussy.”
I dropped the six books I was holding and jumped him. I actually leapt the four feet I could’ve walked. And he threw the clipboard and the papers over his shoulder in time to catch me. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck he held my thighs to support me as he proceeded to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of me.
Somewhere in the middle of his little speech my panties soaked all the way through and my sex ached like it was being hammered at by a phantom dick. I think he just mind-fucked me with hippie talk and feminism lines.
I came in here with so much resolve and I was doing so fine but then he used that stupid word against me and reminded me how mind-blowing our coming together was.
His mouth on mine was making me emotional. That’s not like me but his tongue sliding between my lips while we were chest to chest just ruined me. We’ve stayed close but I missed this. I missed touching him, feeling him, tasting him.
“Fuck Chloe,” he said into my lips, “I’m not asking. We’re doing this.”
I nodded as he sat me on the counter. “I want to.” I said yanking his shirt up and off. I need to see his chest again, the hair, the cut of his lean body, the nipples, the happy trail. He hooked the back of my knees over his forearms and pulled up so I fell on my back with my legs up.
I tried to reach around to roll down my thigh high nylons but he stopped me, “leave them on…and the heels.” He said pulling the lace maroon thong down my legs and off.
I spread my legs and untucked my shirt to pull it off. He felt over the thin material of the matching bra and bent over me to kiss at my bellybutton ring and up the center of my ribcage while cupping both my breasts. His beard tickled up my torso and put butterflies in my belly.
“Are we okay? To do this?” I asked as he worked his way up my collar bone.
He kissed my lips, “shut up Chloe.”
“But-.”
He held the back of my neck and kissed up my throat, “if you don’t shut up, I’ll shove my dick in your mouth and make better use of it.”
I giggled because we just talked about oral.
His hands are in my hair now, and I’m pulling him down into me. “I thought we weren’t doing this…” I can’t help bringing it up because I don’t feel free to let go until I know. “Moses,” I grabbed his hair on either side of his head and pulled until his lips came off my chest and he stopped to look down at me.
His beautiful eyes were sparking, “Chloe, don’t over think it. Please. We both want this. I don’t know why or what it means, can we avoid trying to understand it for now?”
I pressed my hand into his chest then held his charm. I moved my thumb over the engraving of the word friend and the little black swirl under it. “Can you let me be a girl for like…ten seconds? Not Chloe, you’re reliable gal pal. I want to know why you want this. Is it just sexual?”
He lowered to bring his lips close, “no, that’s just the thing I’ve been trying to convey all these months-.”
I interrupted, “because if it is, we’re safe still so long as we avoid the nothing fights and the complicated crap. It’s not like I’m in love with you or something. I just don’t want us losing what we have.”
His eyes lost so much light. I don’t understand why. Someone as perfect as Moses can’t be in love with me and letting him think that’s what I want would ruin us. He’d see me as that needy friend he has that expects more.
I want this so badly but not at our expense.
His smile was almost sad, “falling for each other would be the absolute worst thing I guess.” He agreed.
Okay, so he agrees…that’s good.
That’s great.
He’s only in this for my body.
I can live with that.
Then why do I feel like my heart is sinking?
He pulled back and stood straight between my legs. Something felt really off all of a sudden. A dark cloud came over us and let loose a deluge of uncertainty; dousing any flames of arousal.
I sat up slowly like I was waking from a dream and he pulled my skirt down over my legs. I crossed my arms across my chest feeling exposed.
Moses’ smile was tight-lipped, “you okay?”
I rubbed my arms, “yeah. I guess…this…it would’ve been stupid.”
He held the back of his neck, “definitely. I’m sorry too, it was my fault, I led us here on purpose.”
“Well, I jumped you…”
We laughed a little.
He looked at the time over the door and sighed, “we should get going.”
The hollow sound of my heart rattled in my ears. I pointed to the floor behind him, “can I have my panties back?”
He looked then went and got them, “I’m glad you stopped us.” He said as he came back. My throat throbbed as he went on. “Imagine if I was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same or vice versa. Sex would make that…awful.”
I nodded, “and you’re one of the good ones you know?” he cocked his head at my words so I explained, “I would ruin it with you before we reached three weeks,” I said in a mirthless laugh.
I reached for my underwear but he kept them in hand, “well, if something happened, I wouldn’t let you.”
I wasn’t sure what to think of this turn in our conversation. “But nothing will happen because…we’re not in love. This way I’m not worrying about you making it past six months.” I said.
His brow had a crease in it like this was a math problem he was determined to solve. “I already made it six months.” He came closer. “I’ve made it twenty-one years. I’m still here and I’ve seen more of the real Chloe than anyone.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I held his eyes a while, looking for answers. “You sound like, you’re trying to defend the idea. Like you have feelings.”
He breathed deep, “what if I’m honest with you and you’re honest with me and we don’t treat this like we’re in kindergarten again?”
I felt a ray of sunlight hit the black cloud. “What if I’m as terrified of this as my five-year-old self was of the dark?” I questioned.
He walked toward me without stopping until he was between my legs again and framed my face in his hands. “Then I’ll act five with you.” We smiled but when I tried to bring my head down he pressed his cheek to mine. “Hey Chloe…?”
My heart almost exploded and I felt short-winded, “what’s up Moses?”
His beard rubbed against my jaw as he spoke in a whisper, “I really don’t want your girl cooties, and I’m not trading my applesauce for your disgusting carrot sticks anymore…”
I laughed and tried to fidget but he held me in place with his hands still cupping my face and keeping me close.
He went on, “I’ll still chase you around the playground, and I will still pull your hair. If I shove you into the sandbox it’s because I like you…but…Chloe…?”
Shivers ran up a
nd down my back and goose bumps rose up on my skin.
He angled his head so he could see me but stayed close to my ear, “I don’t just like you…I like you like you. I like you like I…” he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, “like I love you.”
I found such intense eyes on me. They burned in a way I never saw before. It scared me and excited me. I caressed his face. I’d seen this face age over time. I remember when it was baby fat and round. I remember his Mom declaring peach fuzz and how he looked with tiny cuts all over his face from a first time shave.
I remember pretending to be pirates on our beds.
Exploring the woods with flashlights and fake compasses.
Biking long back roads with teddy bears and Ninja Turtles in our backpack.
The bully that gave him the tiny, impossible to see without looking scar above his left brow.
I remember jumping that same bully in the school yard.
I remember prom, when no one asked me to dance so Moses abandoned his prom queen to dance with me.
I remember forcing him to play house. He didn’t like pretending to be a husband but he did it so I played Nintendo.
There was the awkward phase, where we both had really pimply skin so we stayed in on weekends to eat junk (which made it worse) and study.
There was the day his voice cracked and my first period came. His mom was the one to explain what was happening to me, since I thought I was dying. We were like the ugly ducklings…
Then there was the dark time…
His mother dying.
Holding him upright at the funeral.
He was in college and I was stripping to get by, living behind the club. I couldn’t find him and I didn’t have the money to go exploring California. The world is big to an adult, but just a state can seem endless to a teenager.
I remember mugging him unknowingly but I also remember the happy tears when I realized his wallet held an address. I remember him swallowing me in the biggest hug ever when I stumbled onto his doorstep. I’d walked from all the way across town and I felt like passing out.
He carried me inside and swore we’d never be apart again while his dad showered me in even more affection.
Now here we are and it’s been years of this. Years of memories. It’s like C. Dougherty says, “Oh my galaxy lies in your eyes.” I said aloud.
I kissed him long and slow. Then I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “I love you too.” I allowed the words to filter out slow to see how they fit on my tongue.
He took my mouth with his and gripped my shoulders.
This feels good.
This feels right.
And oh…look at that…the arousal that was snuffed out a minute ago is back full force. What started as an ‘aw this is sweet’ moment turned into a ‘where were we?’ moment.
He turned rougher and he shoved my skirt up, “fuck Chloe,” he felt me and pressed over my lips. “I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you.”
I touched his chest everywhere, “I love you,” I panted into his ear and dragged my nails down his nipples. “I do, I love you.”
He groaned and I came down off the counter to walk him back into the wheeled chair. He fell back into it and I straddled him one leg at a time before he wrapped me in his amazing arms. All of it feels natural, and makes my insides twist.
“Are you still on the pill?” He asked while smoothing his hands up my back.
I unbuttoned his khakis, “yes…”
He leaned to kiss me but I played him and pulled my head back with a smile. When I leaned in I waited until he was close to pull back again. He laughed and tried to reach my lips quick but I toyed some more and he missed.
He hummed a growl, “Fucking kiss me, or I’ll hold you down and take all the kisses I want.”
I liked that threat. Just the idea made my nipples bud. “Stay here okay?” I asked.
He didn’t look like he wanted to agree but did.
With ease, I leaned all the way back in his lap, my hands on his knees behind me. Then I kept going until I was working my way down his shins with my head falling back. He took advantage of the moment to pull my skirt up and touch my folds.
I sank backward so that my shoulders were first to connect to the floor and I used the tips of my toes to part his knees wide. My heels made this feel even hotter as I ran the side of my one foot up his inseam and pressed at the erection straining there.
He let out a sound that made me feel very accomplished. When he tried to sit forward to touch me I kicked him back in the center of his chest. He looked cave man about it. Like he wanted to flip me over and remind me who’s boss but I’m enjoying this too much.
He sat back again and let me press. With my legs open wide he had a great view from the chair since I still had no panties and I was purposefully writhing and arching my back on the floor at his feet.
“I can’t do this forever.” He warned in a dark voice.
The phone to the store rang but we ignored it.
I rolled to my stomach before him and pressed my ass up first so my skirt stayed up. When he saw my ass his moans turned me on hard. I scooted back then sat up and bowed my spine so my head was in his lap.
Moses held my chin to keep me there then slid his other hand down my chest and between my breasts. I turned my head and kissed the bulge in his pants.
The phone rang again and he ignored it to pull his pants down a little. His cock sprang free and he massaged the length as I slinked down again.
The phone rang.
“For fuck sake!” He snapped and grabbed the receiver off the counter. It’s an old school phone with a curly cord. “What?” he growled, “I mean…he took a breath, “New Age, Old Soul Bookshop…Moses speaking…”
I faced him on my knees and hoisted myself up on his to lick a circle around his other ear. “Hey Moses,” I heard Cody’s voice loud through the phone.
Moses was delayed since I was gripping his cock, “Mmmm, what is it Cody?” he managed.
I licked down his neck, and his salty taste was mixed with a sweet smelling body wash. Yum. I sucked at his nape.
Cody’s voice traveled the line again, “hey listen…I’m on the exit…I might make it there by one to help you guys finish…”
I pinched the head of his magnificent penis gently the way he liked then pumped him twice before biting his nipple. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he breathed and I giggled.
Cody’s voice was light with jokes, “is the inventory that bad?”
“No,” Moses watched me lick and kiss my way down his stomach, “no, it’s…it’s good. It’s so good.”
I giggled again and ducked my head to lick a line up his shaft. His head fell back on the chair.
Cody spoke again, “hello? Hello? Moses?”
I sucked him into my mouth and pushed my tongue under the rim of his foreskin again until he gripped the chair arm like a vice.
Cody yelled, “hello!? Can you hear me? I’m coming.”
Moses groaned way too loud, “Oh God…me too. Fuck!”
“I thought you were already at the store?” Cody asked, confused.
I know how cruel this is but it’s also hilarious.
“What?” Moses looked down at me as he spoke to Cody, “sorry, what?”
Just as Cody started talking I relaxed my throat and took him all the way back. Yes, all of Moses the giant, was swallowed to the far back of my throat.
“I said I’ll be there in like ten minutes-.” Said Cody.
Moses’ eyes rolled back and his lips parted in an attempt to catch air. “Yes, yes, holy shit yes-.”
If I wasn’t in the midst of deep throating the man I love, I would’ve died laughing.
Cody echoed on the receiver, “okay great! See you in ten minutes.”
Moses jolted to reality, “no, no, no, Cody no I’m good, I’m so good. Never mind dude, take the night…take it….take…uhhh, Jesus…take all of it…just off, take it off…” his words held so many double
meanings I had to stop listening to focus.
They wrapped it up quick and he hung up. He was on me in three seconds. He had me with my back to the floor and ripped my skirt down my legs.
“You are so going to pay for that,” he informed me.
I laughed and he buried his face in my neck. He pulled my bra cups down to attack my nipples. Sucking them into his warm mouth. His tongue rubbed the tip over and over from within and sent apocalyptic tremors to my sex.
When I tried to move he shoved me harder into the floor and licked his way to the next nipple while his hand went down to rub at my clit. It feels so hot I keep gasping and it’s making my head dizzy, my throat dry and my pussy wet.
“Bridge Baby Girl. Do it.” He said into my breast.
My knees are weak but I brought them up and dug in my high heels before lifting my hips in a straight line; palms down at my sides, but I want to touch him.
He pressed his thumb into the top of my nub and made a maddening push and release tune that killed me before slipping two fingers into my slit. This angle brought those wonderful fingers directly into my G-spot. Every time he drove them in my muscles shudder and I get a firework of pleasure.
I use my pole dancing and stripper routines in a modified way to fuck his mind and he brings the sensuality of yoga to blow mine.
I came with such a powerful ripple my cries were probably heard on the street and my hips collapsed to the floor.
“Child’s pose,” He said as he fingered me still; coxing another high. “Roll over.”
I forced myself to do as he said but my legs were jelly. With only thigh highs, heels and a bra I folded myself up in front of him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back like I was weightless.
With deliberate slow torture, he crawled over me until he was hovering and brought my hair over one shoulder, “I’m not taking you as my friend, or my fuck buddy.” He said into my shoulder, “I’m taking your sexy ass as my lover.” He reached back to take off his pants and I closed my eyes to let the words wrap around my heart. Moses is saying he wants me, he needs me, he intends to have me. It’s unreal.
With a gasp, I felt his head at my opening and with a ‘oh,’ sound he was filling me up. I uncurled from child’s pose to get on all fours and he pounded my body. I came again almost instantly from the heavenly friction.
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