by Haley Jenner
I inhale deeply through my nostrils, rubbing a hand down my face. Bracing a hand on the far side of her hip, I push myself over her body, hovering above her.
“There’ll come a time, you’ll hate me. More than you thought possible. That moment, remember you wanted this as much as I did.”
I look to her eyes then, drawing them away from her hand. She looks puzzled but nods softly in the darkened light of her bedroom.
“I’m gonna eat you now.”
Her body locks rock solid. Her hand pulling from her heat and grabbing onto my arm. “Umm… I … Ah.”
“Never had someone taste your pussy?”
She swallows audibly, her head shaking in quick, vigorous movements.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “That mean you’ve never tasted cock?”
Again, the short, sharp shake of her head.
“Sugar, you might just kill me,” I smile and she giggles.
The bells.
My cock may never forgive me for killing this girl.
Dropping my lips to the soft skin of her stomach, I trail them downward, scattering soft touches all the way down.
My first long stroke of my tongue shoots a spasm through her entire body, her thighs falling open wide. Coming up on her elbows, she watches me, blue eyes almost indigo as a fire of lust burns inside of them.
Keeping her purple flames locked with mine, I stroke upward again. A thick, wet caress of my tongue and she almost chokes on her breath. “Oh. God.” Palms on the delicate skin of her thighs, my thumbs slide down her slit, pushing her open for me, exposing her slick, pink flesh.
Relaxing the force of my tongue, I ghost my touch over her tightly coiled clit. I barely touch it, but she bucks her hips frantically as though I’ve sucked it, hard. Flattening my tongue, I drink her up. Stroking. Teasing. Playing her body into a desperate, sex-starved realization. Lapping along her untouched pussy, I feel crazed by my need to make her feel good. To give her this. Reign the overwhelming feeling of pleasure over her sweet heat.
Codi’s hands fly to her tits, her back hitting the mattress, hips rising to meet the eager caress of my tongue more forcefully. I growl into her throbbing flesh, my cock leaking into my boxers with how fucking hot Codi Rein fucking my face feels. My desirous eyes glue themselves to her hands. On her tits. Her brightly painted fingers tweaking her nipples in perfect timing to my tongue hitting her clit.
I suck her. Push my tongue inside her. I devour every shudder, every heady moan, every stuttered breath. And when she begins pulsing against my greedy mouth, I slide two thick fingers inside her, hooking them in a way to grant me access to her crest. The deep part of her body that’ll bring her to where I need her. Screaming my name and coming; on my hand, all over my mouth. Dripping so heavily with her orgasm to allow my cock a slippery and welcoming entrance.
She comes the way I want her to. Loud and hard. Her entire back lifting off the bed, her ass pushing into the mattress before she falls back down violently.
Her hands fly into her blond hair, pulling at the roots. “Holy.” She breathes. “Crap.”
Coming up on my knees, I watch her eyes flicker open, blazing purple under heavy lids.
Dragging the back of my hand across my chin, I wipe her climax from my skin. She smiles at the move, her body shuddering in post-orgasmic quakes.
“That was good,” she smokes out, the tremulous sound exaggerated by her thick breathing.
I move up, dropping over her body once again. The entire length of me glued to her naked skin. Her legs wrap themselves tightly around my waist, pulling me harder against her in the most non-virginistic way. It’s an unconscious move. Her body wanting, craving more. She hasn’t even been fucked yet and Codi Rein’s body is already showing what she’s capable of. How eager, how insatiable she’ll be.
Arching her neck, she moves her mouth up to meet mine, her tongue slicing out to lick along my lips. Desperately. Messily, and I thrust my hips forward, pushing the thick swell of my jeans against her damp center. Her heat soaks my jeans and I push forward again, harder. Her eyes roll backward, her body bucking against me.
Breaking the drag of her tongue against mine, I come up high on my knees, a hand snaking over my shoulder to pull my shirt from my body.
She groans loudly, her covetous hands moving fast to touch me. To glide hungrily down my naked chest and torso. Her fingertips graze the waist of my jeans, dipping inside to trace the ink disappearing underneath the material.
Reaching into my pocket, I grab out the condoms I stuffed inside before I bailed from my loft in a hurry to get to her.
Presumptuous? Maybe. Do I give a shit? No. I’m fucking ecstatic that I came prepared. As if she has condoms on hand. Imagine getting to this point to have to stop.
Fuck. That.
No. I may be a self-assured prick, but I’m a self-assured prick that’s about to get laid. Who’s about to fuck Codi Rein. To de-virginize her tempting fucking self.
Throwing the wrappers on the bed, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, fast, watching her teeth bite into her bottom lip and her glorious fucking tits heaving with the nervous energy of her breath. Nervous, but damn excited. Her hips subconsciously undulating to bring her in contact with the bulge in my jeans.
I keep her eyes, reaching into my boxers, pulling them down at the same time I pull my cock out. Her breath stutters, her fiery eyes widening.
Swallowing deeply, she stretches her hand out tentatively, brushing a thumb over the cum beading at my head. She circles the wetness around my tip and my eyes roll backward, the timid touch tightening my balls.
“You’re big,” she states, more to herself than to me, but I smile all the same, tensing the muscle to make it jerk against her hand.
She giggles.
The fucking bells.
Pulling her hand back in amused surprise, I grab a condom, handing it to her. Her eyes turn like saucers, “I… uh… I’ve never—”
“Sugar,” I cut her off. “Open it.”
Licking her lips nervously, she nods, reaching out to take it from my hands. Concentrating on the small foiled square, she tears the wrapping, discarding it as she pulls the rubber out.
She glances to my cock, staring angrily at her, then back to me under dark lashes.
“Pinch the top,” I grate out, my hands moving to her lower hips, pulling her farther up my body. “Glide it down.”
She does as I ask, a small furrow of focus in her brow, fat bottom lip caught at the corner with her teeth. My cock jerks instinctively at her touch, her small palm skating down my length, rolling the condom over as she goes.
Fully sheathed, she drops her hand slowly, skimming her fingertips on the underside of my balls as she does.
“This ain’t gonna feel the best for you, Sugar.”
She blinks, looks up at me for a quiet moment before offering a quick nod.
“Gonna feel fuckin’ phenomenal for me,” I smirk and she coughs out a small laugh. “Be as gentle as I can be. Make it feel as good as I can.”
She raises her hips again, silently begging for me to go for it and I give myself a breath to look at her, to take in this moment.
Codi, sprawled naked below me, legs draped around my waist, dripping cunt trembling with the need for my dick. I ain’t ever seen anything more perfect. Something so fucking tempting. So severely mine. No one has ever seen her this way. No one except me ever will. That spikes something heavy inside of me. Something dark. Something twisted. Something so fucking happy, I don’t ever remember feeling this good.
Grabbing hold of my base, I yank her up toward me, bending over to tease my head over her clit, earning me a desperate whimper, a body shudder, and her delicious pink nipples to harden. I repeat the action and am gifted a response not at all different.
“Parker,” she begs, the sound a tortured breath of need and want.
Pushing my head inside her slick, snug opening, I growl. Loudly. Inching forward, her constricting heat suffocates my cock in the m
ost excruciatingly satisfying way and I groan out something to that effect, the sound drawn straight from the rough edge in my throat.
A pained gasp breaks from Codi’s mouth and I glance up from where my body is entering hers to meet her eyes. They’re closed tightly, her teeth biting her bottom lip painfully. So hard, she’s probably tasting blood. Using a thumb, I pull her lip from the sharp bite of her teeth and her eyes fly open.
“Breathe, baby.”
She lets out a stuttered breath, lifting her hips up, ever-so-slightly and I grab hold of her hand. She squeezes tight, nodding her reassurance and I push forward again, feeling the resistance of her virginity pushing back. Clenching my hand in hers, I power forward, breaking through on a loud and tortured groan. Codi’s face is twisted in pain, a soft agonized whimper pushing from her lips. She blinks, her mouth opening wide as she breathes through the ache.
Fully sheathed, my eyes attempt to roll back into my skull. The squeezing of her virgin pussy suffocating the entire length of my dick. Jesus. Virgins, who would’a thought. Fucking heaven.
“Gotta move, baby.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she forces out, her hips arching backward, away from mine, pushing into the mattress, working to find relief from the incessant pain throbbing inside her.
“Sugar, don’t pull away from me,” I coax, sliding out of her body tortuously slow. She strangles me the entire way, her muscles contracting with every inch I pull from her. I drive in faster, not hard, not powerfully, just an accelerated momentum of my hips to hit deep inside her.
I grind against her, stretching her, my pelvis connected tightly to hers. The insignificant movement stimulates her clit and she shudders at the gratifying roll of pleasure at the same time she winces against the pain of her body widening for me.
I pull back again, much as I did before. Slowly. Relishing in the way she chokes my dick.
“Could get used to this,” I grit out, watching myself drag from her body. She tightens her fingers around mine in response and I look back at her face, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.
She offers me a small grin, her lips falling apart on a muted gasp as I drive forward. I roll my hips, mixing with my thrusts, stretching her to accommodate my size. The pain of my initial intrusion subsides and her body begins arching upward, meeting mine on every forward movement. She moans on every gyration of my pelvis. She whimpers on each draw back of my dick.
Leaning down, I suck a perfectly pink nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue over the hard point.
She likes that.
Really fuckin’ likes it, her back bowing to push her tits farther into my face.
I like that. Really fuckin’ like it, so I do it again.
“Parker,” she moans and I groan in response.
“Baby,” I growl, moving my mouth to hers and she doesn’t hesitate to draw me into a kiss.
Our bodies move in sync. Pull. Push. Roll. Arc.
It’s like heaven. Better than. Like Eros and Aphrodite themselves kissed me on the end of my dick, enveloping me their power, in their desire.
Fuck. Sex ain’t ever felt this good.
“Gonna come,” I ground into her mouth and she cries out softly, her hand tightening in mine, her kiss deepening.
I should be embarrassed by how quick I’ve come. But, I’m too blissed out to think too hard about it. That and she ain’t got anything to compare it to, next time’ll be better for her, longer, more satisfying.
One final thrust and I push forcefully into her, making her gasp in pain, but I’m too far gone to care. My cock pulses, once, twice, three times, emptying into the condom covering me. Only regret I have in that single moment is that I’m not blowing into her bare, not filling her with hot spurts of cum, to have it fall from deep within her body tomorrow, reminding her I was here.
Moving my mouth to her neck, I kiss the soft skin. I pepper kisses down to her collarbone, tasting the dampened column of her neck.
Pulling back, I scan her eyes, working to read how she’s feeling and she smiles softly at me, a whole lotta emotion shining in her face.
“Hiya, handsome.”
I drop my face down to kiss her lips. “Okay, Sugar?”
She nods, leaning up to kiss my lips. “Little sore but feeling good. Really good,” she corrects.
I touch my lips to her one more time before pulling myself from her body. Lips opened, she grimaces almost silently and I groan. It’s simultaneous and such starkly different sounds, we both laugh. Our eyes connect. It’s intimate. Almost too much, but it feels strangely fitting. It’s evident enough that in that moment, something between us shifts and I swallow deeply against the unfamiliar feeling.
Breaking the moment, I cough to clear my throat. Standing, I move into her bathroom, discarding the condom in the trash and turning on her shower. Wandering back into her room, she looks up, her legs now closed and bent at the knees. She’s every man’s wet dream. Coy, a little unsure, but still hot-as-sin. Reaching the side of her bed, I lean down, scooping her into my arms without speaking. She startles slightly, a small surprised yelp falling from her lips unintentionally. Winking down at her, I turn, walking her back into the bathroom, not stopping until we’ve entered the spray of warm from her shower.
As much as I hate to, I place her gently back on her feet, palm to her chest as I nudge her backward into the cascade of water. Codi pulls me with her and I go willingly. She kisses my mouth, my chest, then looks up at me through wet lashes.
“Just so you know, really glad I shared that with you.”
I open my mouth to speak, but she lifts a finger to my lips, shaking her head. “You don’t need to say anything back. I just wanted you to know.”
She turns without another word, tipping her head back into the spray. The back of her head meets my chest and I lean down to kiss her neck, feeling a dangerous sense of connection in that moment. Feeling something so far away from hate or animosity, it should make me nervous. Instead, I shut my brain down. I push away anything beyond the feeling of satisfaction, of happiness I feel in that moment and wind my arms around her waist.
“Glad you shared it with me too, Sugar.”
Twelve
Codi
It’s not pain, more of an ache. A dull ache. A leaden throb between my thighs that feels almost nice, especially knowing how it got there. Tangled around him in the dark of my room, covered only in the soft cotton of my bed sheets, I feel different. Buzzing with a feeling that I can’t quite pinpoint. I feel restless, in the most fabulous way. I feel energized by the intimacy we just shared.
“Why?” he asks quietly into the room, his large palm sliding up and down the naked skin of my hip.
“Hmmm.” My neck tips up to see him and he drops his chin, bringing his eyes down to meet mine.
“Abstaining from sex for so long. Why?”
I contemplate his question, nuzzling myself back into his neck, kissing it before pulling back slightly. “It wasn’t some clichéd reason of never finding the right man or wanting to be swept off my feet,” he barks out a laugh at that and I smile against his inked skin. “I guess I was always a little afraid.”
His hand pauses its slide over my skin. “Explain.”
I sigh, ending the sound with an airy cough of laughter. He’s different. That I’m certain about. He’s blunt, brusque, but intriguingly enticing. I’m drawn to the direct and undeviating nature. He seems to be the most real person I’ve ever met. He doesn’t camouflage the shadows dancing in his eyes, if anything, he’s begging for me to see them. To acknowledge and accept them.
“It’s not my story to tell in all honesty,” I start. “But, I’ve seen monsters, Parker, and not in the way you see yourself. These ones are camouflaged in everyday life as good men. They have solid jobs, they’re attractive, exceptionally so, they’re confident, they’re charming. They slay in Armani suits and cars that cost more than some people’s homes. They attend Ivy League colleges and drink scotch older than I am. But underneath that, the
re’s nothing. Nothing but the darkness they use to suffocate others. Camryn dated one of those monsters.”
His hand tightens on my hip and my hand moves out to stroke along his chest. “They dated for a long time. If you can call it that. He took, a lot, from her. She was trapped, almost no one believed her when she tried to tell them what he was really like. She gave up in the end, and it was awful to watch. I guess from there the thought of trusting myself with someone seemed too big of a risk.”
“Fuck, Codi.” He doesn’t say anything for a long time, his hand resuming its gentle caress of fingertips against my skin.
“Why me?” he finally asks and if I was more experienced with men, or more specifically, Parker, I could’ve sworn the question was laced with fear, a heightened uncertainty as to what my answer would be. Why I would give him this part of me. This part I’ve kept for so long. Afraid of the monsters of the world.
“You were different.”
He barks out an unamused laugh, his free hand coming up to rub along his face. “No, I’m not. Codi, you need to start seeing me for who I am. Be cautious.”
I shake my head against his chest, the palm of my hand dragging across his chest, clenching into a fist in anger. “No. You’re not. Trust me. Men like him, take things without permission. They hurt you. Purposefully.” My voice cracks and I attempt to move from his embrace, but he holds me tight, keeping me close.
“You are not like that. You have your secrets, sure. You’re dangerous, I know that. And maybe you’ll hurt me in a way that I’ll never recover from, but right now, in this moment, you’re far from the monster you claim to be.”
His heavy intake of breath echoes in the room for long drawn-out seconds, the sound thundering in my ears with the thick movement of his inked chest. Finally, his hand snakes out, grasping my chin and tipping it upward. He meets my eyes for a moment, the storm swirling in the gray shadows before he drops his chin, his lips caressing my mouth almost frantically.
He pulls from our kiss as fiercely as he started it. Abruptly. Leaving me wanting. Panting.
