by Ruby Rowe
Her throat bobs as she swallows and opens the wrapper. I sit back on the couch and watch as she pulls it down the length of me. Her hands tremble, so I help her a bit. Entwining a hand with hers, I grip her hip with the other and guide her onto my lap.
“Will your parents come down here?”
“The door is always locked, and they were going out tonight, anyway.” Before I fill her with my cock, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and finger her.
Although her legs are shaking, she gives in, and her head rests back, her long hair cascading with it. I add another finger deep inside her, and pink-tipped nipples jut at my face, the sight too fucking much.
“Damn, you look erotic, and you’re soaked already. Slide down on my cock, baby.”
She gradually lowers herself, but once a couple of inches are inside her, she can’t resist feeling more. She pushes down, sinking onto me, and I groan.
Goddammit, she feels sensational.
The kind of sensational I could get hooked on. Putting weight on her knees, she lifts herself up and slides back down on me without instruction.
“Yes, like that.” I move a hand between us and rub her clit. She begins riding me faster, her thighs slapping against mine.
She’s moaning, getting lost in the pleasure, and fuck if I’m not soaking it up like a horny teenager watching a porno flick.
But I want to please her more than I need to get off. Like last night, this sexual act is new for her, and I want to witness her experiencing every one of them.
“Ohhh, my god,” she says through a moan. “Whatever you’re touching feels so good.” Easing up on the pressure to her clit, I make lazier circles. It’s obvious torment, the craving for a release evident in her expressions. Her eyes have clenched shut, and her forehead is scrunched.
She rocks on me faster, so feeling my own orgasm nearing, I give in and rub her sweet nub harder until she comes around me. Her moans are intoxicating as her muscles clamp down on my cock repeatedly.
Fuuuck…
Losing control, I come intensely, too, the pleasure a surge of fire through my veins. My legs shake, and my head falls back, the lightheadedness winning.
She collapses against me, and her mess of blond waves cover my face. I’m hot, but I don’t care because I get to breathe in the scent of her shampoo, which I’ve smelled on occasion over the years.
It’s always the same; a tropical concoction of coconut and pineapple. She’s fucking summer, all right. Like a damn beach vacation.
She raises her head, and her eyes as blue as the sky are glazed over. Grasping the back of her neck, I bring her mouth to mine and smother it with a kiss. She tastes sweet like the sauce, and I savor how good her naked skin feels against mine.
It’s going to be a fantastic couple of months, and if the dirty sight of me after I’ve been working all day gets her this turned on, then that sucky job is worth it.
Summer
Stretched out on my side, in only my black top and red thong, I have my head resting in Colton’s lap. I’m struggling to concentrate on the TV show we’ve been watching since every once in a while, his cock twitches beneath me, like it’s trying to get hard but he’s preventing it.
Reaching my hand up near my cheek, I stick it beneath and begin stroking him. A groan sails from his lips, and his dick thickens on the spot. He grabs hold of my long locks and fists them with both hands.
“You better plan on finishing what you’ve started, Trouble.”
I roll over and push up until I can free his cock from his gym shorts. It’s erect, waiting for my mouth, but I’m nervous and embarrassed, not having a clue if I’ll be any good at this. I’m hesitating, unsure of where to start. Colton gathers my hair back from my face.
“Just put your mouth over it, glide it up and down, and suck when you want. As long as you don’t bite me, you can’t get this wrong.”
Swallowing down the saliva collecting in my mouth, I do as he instructed and ease my lips over his enormous length.
It triggers a hiss from him, and he tenses for a second. I take it in farther–deeper, trying not to gag as I’m leaned over, sideways to him, with my ass in the air.
I move my hand up and down at the base, and every time I squeeze a bit, he seems more excited. I pay attention to every sound he makes, and the movement of his body, so I’ll remember what he enjoys most.
I must be doing something right; he’s vocal and pulling on my hair. His other hand clenches my ass cheek, and his hips lift, giving a cue he needs more.
“Shit, you’re fantastic at this, and I got an amazing view of your ass, too.”
My tongue circles the tip before I cover every millimeter of his shaft. I suck him off and drag my lips upward.
“Summer, I’m gonna come, so if you don’t wanna swallow, nod now, but I really hope to finish in your mouth.”
Wanting to please him, I continue on, and soon there is a warm, salty liquid spurting in my mouth. When I think he’s done, I swallow it all.
As soon as my lips release his cock, he covers my back with his arm and pushes my body down flat on his lap. There’s a whack to my ass, and I yelp.
He stills me with his secure hold, and before I can speak, he swats my ass again.
“Ouch!”
“One more, sweet cheeks.” The final sting is lessened by the massage he gives my ass after. “The first smack was for you running down your stairs, seeming in such a hurry to see that cocksucker, Zane.
“The second was for you teasing me by showing up here without a bra on, and the third is for saying I’m the jealous type. I’d give you a fourth for mocking me earlier, but you gave such good head, I’ll let that one slide.”
What he’s done sinks in, and it’s so fucking hot. I want him to spank me again. How he has me restrained reminds me of when he was holding my throat in the driveway, and that gets me wet, too. I can’t help but push my ass up.
“What are you doing there, young lady, looking for more?”
“I like it,” I whisper.
“Fuck, yes. That means we can do some kinkier shit. I think you need a reward for being a freak like me.”
While still holding me down, Colton pushes his hand between the back of my thighs, spreading them apart. Two fingers thrust into me and begin moving.
Whimpering, I push back against them, yearning for his touch, so he gives in to me and slips a third finger inside.
“So. Fucking. Wet. Do you feel my cock, dirty girl? It’s already gettin’ hard again, and it’s all your fault.” He removes his fingers and smacks my ass the hardest this time. He slides out from underneath me. “Don’t roll over.”
I look back, and Colton gets on his knees near my thighs. He’s shirtless, his shoulders amplified by bulk and definition.
Black athletic shorts hang low on his hips, giving me a view of his cut V, but my gawking is cut short when he yanks me to him. His hands clutch the back of my thighs, and his mouth covers my pussy.
My face and chest are buried against the couch cushion, and I’m sweating, fighting for air. He continues his assault, his tongue relentless, and I moan shamelessly, never having felt this good in all my life.
“Come on my face. I know you’re close.” His dirty talk is the code to opening another door of pleasure. He sucks on something, and I realize I need to take Anatomy 101 at college.
A searing sensation washes over me, heating every cell in its wake. It’s my undoing, and I orgasm forcefully, convulsing against Colton’s mouth.
Before I can even come down from the euphoria, he slams into me, his hardness filling me to the hilt, and I think he was right when he said my pussy is the new home for his cock. It feels so right when he’s inside me.
Without warning, he pulls out, and I feel something wet landing on my back. Shit, he isn’t wearing a condom.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts. Lifting up enough to look over my shoulder, I see he’s staring up at the ceiling, still holding my hips snugly.
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nbsp; “What’s wrong?”
“You’re trouble. I’ve never not stopped to put on a condom. I almost shot my seed inside you, little girl.”
“I thought I was finally a young lady.” I giggle.
“This isn’t funny. If I get you pregnant, then my future is definitely over because either your daddy or Jason will shoot me dead.”
“True that.” I giggle again, and he swats my ass.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move, or there’ll be a bigger mess.”
“No worries. My body feels like jello.”
His lips soon press to the top of my head.
“No, your body feels glorious, and it’s all the more reason you’re trouble.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Summer
April, the girl I babysit for on weekdays, is quietly playing on her iPad at the kitchen table. I set her cereal in front of her and take the opposite chair. I should eat breakfast, too, but I don’t have an appetite.
My stomach has been upset the last couple of days, and it’s all because I haven’t heard a word from Colton. I’ve gone over in my head a thousand times as to whether I should text him, but I haven’t found the nerve.
We had the best night together Saturday, and he delivered the most gentle, loving kiss as I was leaving Sunday morning, but since then I haven’t heard a word from him.
Doubting once again my decision not to contact him, I sigh and bring my knee up so I can plant a bare foot on the wooden seat. I need to get my mind off of Colton.
“April, what would you like to do today?”
“Uh, we’ve been swimming in your pool a lot, so how about a movie?” she replies, without taking her eyes off of her iPad.
Sometimes I wish I was eight years old again so I wouldn’t have to “adult.” It’s already more stressful than I imagined, and I’m not even away at college yet or supporting myself. Maybe a movie would be a good distraction.
“That sounds fun. Let me grab my phone to check what’s playing at the theaters.” I amble to the living room and swipe my cell phone off the sofa. My chest compresses when I see a have a text from Colton. I can’t open it fast enough to read the entire message.
Colton: I’m feeling used over here. I’m on my break, thinking about how I should buy a gallon of ice cream tonight and the movie The Notebook to nurse my wounded heart.
Say what? He’s joking, but what the hell does he want from me?
Me: I’d watch The Notebook with you, but I was trying to give you space. No getting attached, remember? Per your instructions.
Colton: Damn, girl. We’re still friends, not to mention we’re sharing bodily fluids, so I think that warrants a text once in a while.
I giggle. He’s always been funny.
Me: I’d love to see you again soon.
Colton: Actually, there’s no time for a chick flick and rocky road tonight. Jason invited me and a few of our old friends over to play poker. I guess if I’m lucky I might at least get to see that pretty face and hot body of yours.
Me: If you’re lucky…
***
After putting my hair up in a high ponytail, I pull on my hot pink spaghetti strap sundress that hits mid-thigh.
Twisting my torso a couple of times in front of my mirror, I make sure my pink panties aren’t showing through the thin cotton fabric.
I begin to put on a necklace, too, but change my mind. I want to look sexy for Colton, but I don’t want to overdo it. He’s not coming over here to see me, and I need to remember that.
I trot downstairs barefoot and make my way to our spacious family room at the back of the house. Inside there’s a poker table and pool table, a massive television, and even a mini-kitchen complete with a fridge. Jason is setting up the poker table when I enter.
“Hey, uh, since Mom and Dad are going to that benefit dinner for the hospital tonight, I thought I could make some snacks for you and the guys.”
Jason looks to me as he opens a deck of cards.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“I want to.” Oooh, that sounded a bit too eager, so I shrug. “I mean, I don’t have anything better to do tonight.”
“If you’re sure, that’d be great, sis. Colton likes that buffalo chicken dip you make. It goes good with our beer.”
“Cool. I’ll make it, along with a few other things.”
Hurrying up the stairs, I grab my purse and car keys and take off to the grocery store. Making all this food will give me an excuse to see Colton a time or two.
I miss him already, and the thought of what that means scares me. I might be setting myself up for heartache, but as of now, it all seems worth it.
Colton
I was going to turn down Jason’s invite, since it’s a weeknight, but the thought of seeing Summer was too tempting.
I can’t believe I reached out to her first this week, but I had a feeling she wasn’t contacting me because of what I said to her before.
I meant what I told her, too, about her not thinking I’m her boyfriend, but I still want to talk to her between fucking her brains out.
She’s maturing, and I discovered over the weekend that we can have intelligent conversation along with amazing sex. Summer’s smart like the rest of her family, not ditzy like half the girls I fucked at Emory.
I’ve often wondered how some of them got accepted to college, but in their defense, they were typically drunk when I lured them in for a hookup.
I’m talking to Jason and another friend Daniel, who we haven’t seen in a year, when Summer strolls into the family room.
Her arms are overflowing with bags of chips, plates and napkins, so I hurry over and take some of it from her hands.
Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at me, and her cheeks turn as pink as her dress. Damn, she looks gorgeous tonight.
“Hi,” she whispers. “I have more food in the kitchen if you want to help me.”
“I’m going to help Summer with the rest of the food. Be back in a minute,” I say without hesitation. Her parents are already gone, so the second I get her alone in the kitchen, I waste no time and yank her to my chest.
I taste her neck first, and then her lips, while I grope her tight ass. Her sensual moans flood my mouth, and my cock’s already hard as a fucking brick. Recalling that Jason is down the hallway, I reluctantly let her go.
“Tonight’s going to be difficult. Maybe once we move this food, you should disappear so I don’t get myself in trouble.”
She frowns. “OK. I guess you’re right.” Now, I feel shitty, but if she keeps waltzing in the family room in this sexy-ass dress, I’m going to struggle to form a good hand at cards.
I help her carry the rest of the food she made. You’d think she was feeding an entire sports bar from all that’s here. There are even my favorite–brownies. Yes, I think she did all this for me, and I like it.
We reach the family room, and Daniel’s eyes flit to us as he talks to Jason. Shutting up mid-sentence, he checks out Summer. Like some wolf on a hunt, he’s at her side and grabs items from her hands.
After setting the stuff down on the counter, he turns to her. “Damn, Summer. You’re all grown up.”
“Yep,” she replies with a faint smile. Turning back around, she begins organizing the food.
He mouths holy shit to me with a stupid grin on his face. I want to say “yeah, douchebag, I have eyes and know exactly how hot Summer is. I could tell you where all three of her sexy birthmarks are hidden and how well she sucks my dick, too.”
Not getting the response he wants from me, he checks out her ass again, shaking his head.
“Hey, asshole. Stop checking out my sister,” Jason says, scowling. Summer spins around, and Daniel flashes her another stupid grin.
“I can’t help it, man. She’s not thirteen anymore. You know you’re fucking gorgeous, right?” he asks her.
Unable to resist, I grab the back of his t-shirt and jerk him away from her.
“Leave her the fuck alone. You’re
making her uncomfortable.” I want to hurt the guy, but I have to stay in control, or Jason will be onto me.
“I knew it. I knew that glare was you being jealous,” he says. “You always have been protective of Summer. So, are you two a couple now?”
Caught off guard by his accusation, I blink a few times.
“You’re right that I’m protective. She’s Summer.”
“Uh, I’m going to go. I have something to do,” she says before she hightails it out of the room. The doorbell rings, so to get out of this awkward situation, as well, I hurry from the room to answer the door.
By the time I make it down the hallway, Summer is almost to the top of the staircase that leads to the second floor where the bedrooms are. I didn’t expect it to be this difficult to be around her and Jason at the same time.
I also didn’t expect to feel a jealousy stronger than when I saw her with Zane. Trouble. I knew she was going to be goddamn trouble.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Summer
Hearing my door open, I sit right up in bed. My bathroom light is on, but the door is only cracked, so it’s still dark as a male figure steps inside.
“Dad, is that you?”
“Shhh … it’s Colton.”
I glance to my alarm clock, and the glowing red numbers read 11:48. My door shuts and locks next.
“What are you doing in here? Are you crazy?” He’s at the side of my bed now, staring down at me.
“I had too many beers, so Jason said I could crash in one of the spare rooms, but I slipped in here instead. I needed to see you … and fuck you.”
The heat roils through me like a fast boil. Colton’s inches from me and my bed, and I’m longing to have him in it. “First, though, I need to ask you something, and be honest with me,” he says.
His hand cups my cheek. “I’m curious if I’ve pushed you too far too fast. Do you feel comfortable with all the sexual things we’re doing, or are you only partaking to please me?”
