I glance down the length of my body, gripping the base of my dick and giving it a firm squeeze. Shit, if a stiff breeze stirred up right now, it would probably send me straight over the edge. “I am nothing special.”
“Ha! You’ve got to be kidding me.” She climbs on top of me, basically sitting on my stomach and I let go of my dick, resting my hands on her slim waist, stroking her there. Her skin is so damn soft. “You’ve got a body like a Greek god.”
She kisses me after making that particular statement and when she breaks away, I chase after her, leaning in close, wishing she’d kiss me again, but she denies me. “I work out.”
“Hmm, it’s more than that. You’re perfectly proportioned.” Gracie runs her hands across my shoulders. “Wide here and here.” She touches my pecs. “Slim through here.” She grazes her fingers along my ribs and stomach, tickling me. I giggle like a fucking child, which I can tell amuses her. “Long legs and big ol’ thighs. And a big, thick cock.” I raise my brows when she says the word. Damn, that was kind of hot. I really like this girl. “I think I hit the jackpot.”
She breathes this last statement against my lips, just before she delivers a devouring kiss. I grip the back of her head with my hand, holding her to me, thrusting my tongue against hers until she finally comes up for air, her gaze meeting mine once more.
“I thought you said no sex,” I tell her.
“I’m going to give you a blow job,” she announces, which hey, I’m not going to protest, but still.
“And then I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I tell her, my tone serious.
She slowly shakes her head. “I don’t know if I want to take that chance.”
“You’re, uh, still nervous about it?” She nods. “Did I hurt you earlier?” I lower my voice, concern making me wary. Leave it to me to let my horniness take over when I should be watching out for her.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“How about when I made you come? Did that hurt?” I raise a brow.
Her smile is devilish. “Nooo.”
“I won’t push you for anything you don’t want.”
“I know,” she murmurs.
I lean in, my mouth practically on hers. “Did you like it, when I made you come?”
“Yes,” she whispers, kissing me once. Twice. “I liked it a lot.”
“I liked fucking you with my mouth,” I whisper, licking at the corner of her lips. “I like how loud you are, too.”
“I’m usually not that loud,” she admits, her eyes falling closed when I lick the side of her neck.
“When I actually fuck you, I’m going to make you scream. It’s going to feel so good,” I murmur against her warm, smooth skin. “I can’t wait to sink deep inside you.”
“Are you a dirty talker, Caleb?” she asks.
“Not always,” I admit, giving her lower lip a gentle nip. “But when it comes to you, I can’t help but think of all the filthy fucking things I want to do to you.”
Twenty
Gracie
My imagination goes into overdrive at his words. What sort of filthy things does he want to do to me? How he went down on me was pretty filthy. He licked me everywhere, and without hesitation. For him being so open the first time we’re together sexually, it’s impressive.
But then again, we’ve known each other for a while now. I’m comfortable with him, and I get the sense he’s comfortable with me too. Maybe that’s just it. When you get to know someone gradually, you’re open to whatever. You just want to please your partner.
Caleb is all about feeling good, though he’s not selfish about it. He wants to make me feel good too.
“Will you give me a hint?” I ask, slinging my arms around his neck and burying my fingers in his thick hair. I love his hair. It’s so soft. The softest part of him, besides his lips.
“A hint of what I want to do to you?” His brows shoot up and a wicked smile slowly appears. “You want to hear me say dirty things, don’t you?”
“I do,” I say with an eager nod, making him smile. “Say something. Tell me what you want to do to me. Something extra filthy.”
He breathes deep, contemplating me, his eyes darkening as they sweep down my body, settling on my breasts. “I’d titty fuck you if you’d let me.”
I burst out laughing and he scowls. “That wasn’t very filthy,” I chastise teasingly.
His scowl deepens. “I said the first thing that came to me.” He cups my breasts and brings them together. I’m aware they’re not very big and no guy has ever said that to me before, but leave it to Caleb to make the suggestion. “I’d make you hold them together as I slide my cock back and forth between them. Until I’m coming all over them. That’s what I want to see. My come all over your tits.”
Okay. That was hot. I squirm a little bit at his words. “I was going to give you a blow job.”
“Oh, I’ll take that too. I’ll take that over a titty fuck any day. But that’s something I want to do to you. Eventually.” He kisses me, his mouth lingering on mine. “There are a lot of things I want to do to you. With you.”
Tingles sweep over me at the promise in his voice. This evening turned out completely different than I thought it would. I certainly didn’t expect to end up naked with Caleb in my bed, after he gave me an epic orgasm.
I decide it’s my turn to return the favor.
Sliding down his body, I kiss him everywhere, just like I did earlier, before I became overwhelmed with the need to really look at him. He is masculine beauty, personified, and he actually seemed a little embarrassed when I blatantly checked him out.
Adorable—though really? He’s not adorable. He’s gorgeous. Sexy. Mouth wateringly delicious.
His hard cock is insistent, rising between us, reminding me that he definitely wants to be touched and licked and sucked. I scoot farther down the bed and Caleb spreads his legs, accommodating me. I circle my fingers around the base of his thick erection, staring at it for a moment. He’s got a beautiful penis—is that weird to think? But it’s true. It’s really beautiful. And it’s currently flexing in my hand, as if trying to urge me to get on with it already.
I dip my head, my gaze finding his right before I trace the vein on his cock with my tongue. He watches me with heated eyes, his lips parted, his entire body still. I continue licking, never looking away from him as I try my best to cover every inch of his erection with my tongue.
“Jesus,” he breathes out, making me smile just before I tease beneath the flared head of his cock. “Don’t stop.”
As if I would. I actually like giving head. I know some women don’t. They view it as a chore. An obligation. Some are even grossed out by it.
But I like it. I like sex. I like men. I like dicks and I enjoy having one in my mouth.
So there.
I draw the head of his cock between my lips, sucking lightly.
“Tease,” he whispers, just before I slide him deeper into my mouth.
Oh, look at that. He’s not complaining anymore.
I work my hardest to give him the most epic blow job of his life. I remember what he said, how he likes a girl on her knees in front of him with his dick in her mouth, and while I’m not on my knees, I do have my mouth full of his cock and we’re currently making eye contact. Something I haven’t done much with other guys.
It’s usually very quick and hurried. Not much lingering. I’m always eager to get to the next thing, to get to the good stuff. Coming is the end game, and I’ve been disappointed before. This is why I usually have to take the initiative and make it happen for myself.
Not this time. In fact, I wonder if Caleb also remembered our conversation from earlier, when I said I liked it when a guy sucked my clit and finger fucked me at the same time. I’d said that for shock value, but it wasn’t a lie.
And that’s exactly what Caleb did. He concentrated his oral efforts on my clit while he slid those thick fingers in and out of me. Of course, I came fast. That’s one of my favorite things.
This guy pays attention. He listens. He remembered. And that’s…
Huge.
Bigger than his dick size, really.
Throwing my whole heart into it, I suck and tease. Squeeze him tightly with my fingers. Most guys handle their equipment a lot rougher than we do, and they like it when we work them hard. Caleb is no different. His breathing increases with my every head bob, I swear to God. I take him so deep, his cock nudges the back of my throat and I almost gag.
Guys love that shit on porn and I don’t get it. I’m not one to deep throat a man, but looks like I just did.
“Holy shit,” Caleb says on a gasp. I glance up to find him watching me with utter fascination. “I’m—close.”
His warning doesn’t slow me down whatsoever.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he continues.
I’m still not slowing down. I suck him harder, my tongue swirling, silently urging him to go ahead and do just that.
“Aw fuck.” He chokes the last word out, his eyes falling closed as he tilts his head back, exposing his throat. His entire body grows tense. “Jesus. I’m gonna come…”
The first spurt of semen fills my mouth and I pull his cock from between my lips, putting on a show, licking up the come that is still spilling from him. Boys like it messy. They are such visual creatures, but I can also admit my clit is throbbing and my body feels hollow.
I want him inside me. Despite my earlier fear and worry over the potential fibroid I might have, I’m suddenly not worried about it anymore. I’m dying for him to fuck me.
I want Caleb to fuck me hard. It’s been too long since I’ve been with someone, and I feel like I’ve been saving it up for him for months.
“Fuck me, G. That was fucking amazing,” he says once he’s caught his breath and is able to speak again.
I rise up to press my mouth to his and he kisses me deep and dirty, his tongue searching my mouth like he wants to lap up the taste of himself on his lips. Ooh, this man.
“Caleb,” I whisper when we break away from each other, my face still in his.
“Gracie,” he whispers back, a satisfied smile curling his lips.
“Did you remember what I told you a while ago? What I like?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “The sucking your clit and finger fucking you at the same time comment?”
“Yes,” I say, already knowing his answer.
“I sure as fuck did.” He kisses me again, and it’s sweeter. Slower. Downright romantic. “You remembered what I liked too.”
“I wasn’t on my knees though,” I point out.
“Still was pretty damn good.” He flat-out grins. “Next time I’ll have you on your knees, begging for it.”
“You are so bad,” I murmur against his mouth as I run my hands down his bare chest. I love touching him. His skin is hot and smooth. I brush my fingers against his small nipples and he nips at my bottom lip.
“You like it,” he says. “And you’re bad too.”
Our mouths meet in a kiss that turns instantly dirty. Plenty of tongues and heat and teeth.
“You like it,” I repeat back to him, sliding my body down, until I can feel his cock nudge at my butt. “And you’re hard again.”
“You rubbing your hot body against mine isn’t helping things,” he says, as if he doesn’t like what I’m doing.
“Please.” I roll my eyes and he laughs, the sound soft and light. “We need condoms.”
“I don’t have any with me,” he admits sheepishly.
“I have some in the bathroom.”
He pulls away slightly so we can look into each other’s eyes. “Aren’t you on the pill though?”
“I am,” I say solemnly. “But I don’t like taking risks.”
“Having sex with me is taking a risk?” He raises a brow.
Oh, he doesn’t know the half of it. Having sex with Caleb is risky to my emotions. My heart.
I’m scared once we actually have sex, I won’t want to stop. I’ll become too attached. Before I always told him I was afraid he’d fall in love with me, but I’m starting to think it’s the opposite now.
I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with him. And the idea of that is…
Frightening.
“I’m not about to get an STD,” I tell him, and he actually looks hurt. “Not that I think you have one.”
“I get tested regularly,” he says defensively. “Being on the football team, they make us get tested for all kinds of stuff.”
“I’m not implying you have an STD,” I stress, resting my hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at me. “We both have had sex with other people. Recently.”
“Not lately,” he says. “The only person I’ve wanted to have sex with for the last couple of months is you.”
Ah, he’s slaying me dead with those big blue eyes and sweet confessions. Who is this boy? I didn’t think Caleb had it in him. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else either. In a long time.”
“Right.” His expression turns arrogant. “Because you wanted me so damn bad.”
“We’re not having this conversation again,” I tell him, dropping a kiss on his lips. “The reason I want you to use a condom is because I don’t want to get pregnant either.”
A full body shudder moves through him. “Hell to the no.”
“Right. That’s why I double up with protection. No babies for me. I have a life I want to lead first. Kids come later,” I say firmly.
“Much later.” His mouth finds mine and he kisses me with everything he’s got. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To your bathroom to get the condoms. Where are they?”
“Middle drawer on the right,” I tell him.
He literally shoves me aside, but gently, so I have no choice but to fall onto the bed before he stands, stretching his arms above his head, his erect cock bobbing toward me. Then he’s gone, heading into the connecting bathroom and pulling the drawer open. I can tell he’s rifling through my stuff and I get off the bed, tugging the covers back so I can dive beneath them, the cool sheets soothing my heated skin.
Caleb walks back into the bedroom, a box of condoms clutched in his hand. “You have a bunch of shit in there, G.”
I shrug, tugging the covers up practically to my chin. “It takes a lot, being me.”
He pulls a wrapped condom out before dropping the box onto the bedside table, then pulls the comforter back and dives beneath it to join me. He scoots in close, our legs tangling, bodies colliding, and he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me to him.
“Why you covering up?”
“I don’t know. For mystery?” I’m teasing, but maybe it’s true. Or more like I’m keeping up that last wall, though I don’t know why.
I’m so into him, it’s almost pitiful.
“You don’t need to act mysterious,” he says right before he presses his mouth to the side of my neck. “You’ve got me. For as long as you’ll have me.”
His words linger in my head as he lingers over my body. There’s no more talking as he trails his mouth everywhere, exploring. Learning. I can’t stop thinking of what he said, how I’ve got him, as long as I’ll have him.
That sounds…almost too good to be true.
I banish all worrisome thoughts from my head as he rises above me, tearing the wrapper open and rolling the condom on his erection. I open my eyes and watch, fascinated with the way he handles himself, breathless with anticipation. He brushes his cock against my folds, teasing. Testing. I spread my legs without hesitation, wanting him inside me.
“Be gentle,” I whisper, a trickle of fear running through me. He hesitates, his gaze meeting mine. “I’m still a little—nervous.”
About my health issue. About being with this man who makes me feel too much, too soon.
“I won’t go too fast,” he promises. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”
His voice drifts and I close my eyes, overcome with f
oreign emotion. I’ve been waiting for it too. So long. And I didn’t know I wanted it so badly—wanted him so badly—until this very second.
“Please,” I whisper, urging him on, hating how desperate I sound. How sore and achy my throat feels. My entire body feels raw. Vulnerable. I want him to put me out of my misery and just do it already.
Caleb slips inside, just the tip. I’m surprised he’s not making a joke about it right now. I don’t say anything either.
I don’t want to ruin the moment.
He pushes farther, slowly filling me, an agonizing groan falling from his lips. I crack my eyes open to watch him sink even farther, until he’s deep inside me. Until he can’t go any farther.
Reaching up, I brush the hair from his face and he opens his eyes, blue brilliance staring back at me. “I’m in,” he says with the faintest smile.
A giggle escapes me. I can’t help it. “You’re in.”
“I never believed I’d actually be here. Like this. With you.” He leans into my palm when I cup his cheek. “Just thought I’d say that.”
I shift beneath him, sending him deeper, making us both moan. He starts to move, slowly, but with no hesitation, dragging his cock in and out of me, driving me out of my mind with pleasure. I wrap my legs around his hips, linking myself to him and he bends down, his mouth finding mine as he increases his speed. I move with him, little cries falling from my lips with his every thrust and he swallows each one. The room grows hot, our bodies damp with sweat, our skin slapping against each other. Faster. Faster, my orgasm building. Growing.
He slips his hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and that’s all it takes. I shoot off like a rocket, my orgasm washing over me, making me tremble and cry out his name. His movements become sloppy, his thrusts short and deep as he groans with each one. Until he’s coming too, my inner walls gently milking him, a groan falling from his lips.
I lie there beneath him, my heart racing, my thoughts chaotic. I close my eyes, trying to slow my breathing as he remains on top of me, his weight almost like a comfort.
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