by A. E. Murphy
The force of it makes me squeal in surprise but it doesn’t hurt. Not even a little bit. His tongue plunges into my mouth. He devours me, he leaves no part of my mouth untouched. I do the same.
This feels amazing, it feels great; it feels primal and possessive and seems to be his way of relieving a lot of stress right now.
His hands grip my jacket and pull it off my shoulders, I shiver as the cool droplets of water tap against the bare skin of my arms and without detaching his mouth from mine, he throws his jacket through the open door and onto the seat. We separate for a moment as he tugs my vest over my head and throws that in too but his mouth is back on mine when he fumbles to pull the back door open and slowly slides me onto the back seats. The rain no longer serves as an aid to cool my heated skin and my arousal seems to multiply in seconds.
I’m in a bra and jeans in front of a guy. Eep.
But it feels so good I don’t want to stop.
Tingles erupt through my body as he works the button on my jeans, popping it open with one hand before tugging them down my legs and also throwing those to the side. The sound of them hitting the steering wheel is the last thing I hear, as his mouth is on me over my thong.
“Oh god,” I say, embarrassed that he’s down there and wanting to push him away at the same time as being thrilled that he’s down there and wanting to pull him closer. The sensation is foreign but beautiful. I’m going to explode I can feel it.
His breath seems to bounce of my mound and curve around the joining to my thighs making my legs shake and quiver and making me cry out in a way that I should feel shame for but don’t.
“Caleb,” I pant, watching him as he hooks his fingers into my thong and pulls it to the side. “No… not tha…ah. Oh god.” My head falls back, hitting the window button which makes it descend with a hum and a squeak. Who cares? This is amazing.
His warm and wet tongue traces my labia before dipping inside and flicking my clit. I’m worried he’s going to penetrate me with his finger, I’m glad that he doesn’t even though my core is aching to be filled more than it has ever been.
“I want you so bad,” he says whilst peppering kisses over the top of my mound. “But I’m not going to take you here.” He goes back to what he was doing before. This time his tongue circles lower and lower, his mouth sucking on all of the right places, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. “I want to get lost in you.”
“Okay,” I respond on a whisper of passion.
The tingles still remain as he stands and tugs down his jeans. I hesitate and stiffen when I see that he’s wearing no underwear and his erect penis seems to ping out of its denim confines looking angry, swollen and red. My eyes widen. Is he going to take me with that? Because I’m certain it won’t fit. Not only that but… I mean… what was I saying?
“Touch yourself,” he orders softly, his hooded eyes on me.
“What?”
He grasps his solid cock in his hand and strokes it slowly up and down. “Touch yourself,” he repeats and his free hand rests over my core, his thumb begins to slowly circle over my clit. That feels nice. Real nice. “Actually don’t. This is so much better.” Leaning forward I feel the throbbing head of his shaft prod against my entrance and squeal at the feel of it. He sees the panic in my eyes and kisses me softly. “I’m not putting it inside, I’m just going to do this.” The head finds my clit and starts circling. “I want to make you come like this. I want to make you scream using this only.”
Shiver.
His hands still rub his length up and down, twisting gently as his palm reaches the head. I want to do it but I know he wants control this time so I let him have it. I trust him not to hurt me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as his nose pushes the cup of my bra out of the way and his mouth envelopes my hard, pointed nipple. “Put your legs together.”
“Huh?”
“Legs together… please baby,” he shifts so I can manage this and climbs up my torso a little. His hand goes to the back of my neck and I feel my face moving up, only stopping when his cock is an inch from my lips. “Need you to wet me.”
“W… what?” In my mouth? Ewww.
“Open up,” he grins, his back bent awkwardly due to the lack of space between me and the roof. “Please.”
My mouth opens slowly, I have no idea what I’m doing.
I glare when he taps the end on my lips a few times before running it around them like one would do with a tube of lipstick. He only smiles wider, his hand that’s gripping my neck starts stroking me softly, soothingly. “Ready?”
I nod and open my mouth, cringing when he slides the tip onto my tongue and lets out a long and loud groan. This isn’t that bad actually.
“Close your lips around the head. No teeth,” I do as I’m told and my tongue flicks at the tip without me asking it to. He trembles and curses. “Do that again.” Okay then. “Ah. Again. Keep doing that.” My tongue swirls and flicks before he slides it deeper and deeper. Before I realise it we have a rhythm going. He thrusts slowly, in and out, in and out, the tip never leaving my mouth. “Suck.” It’s almost at the back of my tongue, is it possible to suck? “Suck really hard, like you’re drinking a Krushem and there’s chocolate lodged in the straw.”
I suck as hard as possible, until my cheeks hollow and begin to ache. He pulls out slowly, his face scrunched and contorted with ecstasy, his lips parted half an inch. The moans he releases really set me on fire. I’ve never been so turned on before and I’m shocked that it’s from doing something I always said I’d never do.
He’s either very persuasive or I’m very weak minded.
“Brilliant. Again,” he pants and pushes to the back of my throat, almost making me gag but not quite.
My jaw aches.
Suddenly he’s gone, leaving my mouth feeling empty. Situating himself so his torso is pressed to mine, I feel his length slide between my closed thighs and gasp when the smooth surface of it rubs against my clit. The juices from my core seep out, covering it as he slowly thrusts between my tightly shut thighs.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I’m happy when he kisses me. I’d be offended if he didn’t.
It’s rubbing in all of the right places, I’ve never felt anything like it. Our breaths mingle as I thrust my hips in time with him, making sure that he rubs exactly where I want him to.
The tingles start at the end of my clit but they soon spread upwards and continue upwards until I feel my nipples harden further. They slowly move out and spread down my sides, to my thighs, burning in the most pleasing way.
I inhale a sharp breath as he picks up speed, his forehead against mine.
Moments ago I was worried a car would drive by, now I don’t care at all.
I’ve gone from virgin, to virgin exhibitionist slut in one hour.
“I’m going to come,” he announces on a strangled moan, the muscles in his arms bulging as he thrusts faster and faster. The sound of him slipping between my thighs that my juices now coat is so erotic. The sound of his moans make the burning inside of me so much worse. “Nearly… there.”
My stomach clenches, I can’t breathe, I can’t speak, I can’t cry out. My head seems to explode as my eyelids flutter closed of their own accord. I can’t control it, my body is no longer my own. My soul seems to expand and wrap around his as we both throb together, pulse together, orgasm together.
The tingles slowly retreat and my blurred vision focuses as his thrusts slow to an occasional sharp jerk of his body.
My body is pushed into the seat as he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. “Amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agree, trying to regulate my breathing by taking a few large gulps of air. “Can we do that again?”
He laughs and nods against my neck, “Yeah, but not here. We’ve been lucky this time.”
Or so we think, we hear an engine as a car drives our way. The car in question beeps three times and somebody cheers, “GET IN!” Before driving away. The entire t
ime my cheeks get warmer and warmer and Caleb covers me with his body so tight he almost absorbs me. I am mortified.
“Stay here,” he whispers and kisses my lips.
Hastily I bring my knees to my chest, covering my nudity and stare at the greying sky through the window.
Caleb quickly tugs on his clothes, leaving his shirt off. I shy away when he cleans the mess between my thighs but it soon turns to laughter when I see the wet stain in the middle of the seats. He crinkles his nose playfully and nips at my lips before helping me to pull my clothes on.
“Come on,” he instructs and guides me into the passenger seat. “I’ll call for help.”
Oh right, the flat tyre. I completely forgot about that. Not that anyone can blame me.
“Is that the first time you’ve had an orgasm?” he asks me as the sky gets darker.
We’re still sat in the car, waiting to be fixed. The company he called said they’d be an hour, it has only been thirty minutes.
His question shocks me and I choke a little on air. “Umm… no. Obviously I’ve… you know?”
His smile widens to one of cockiness and eagerness, “Do tell.”
“Everybody masturbates,” I mutter, nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Fuck me, you’re cute.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey,” he places his finger under my chin and finds my eyes with his. The way they stare directly into mind with such softness makes me feel like he’s caressing my soul. Parts of me I’ve never felt before want to detach and wrap around him, keep him locked to me forever. “Don’t ever apologise to me. You’re precious.”
“Precious?” Blush.
“Perfect,” he leans forward and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Cute and sexy and so bloody pretty I just want to eat you.”
“You just did,” I blurt without thinking and hang my head in shame.
He throws his head back and laughs, his arms coming around my neck and pulling me to him over the console. Kissing my hair he pulls back and makes eye contact once more. “Did I tell you I’m fucking ecstatic I gave my heart to you on the beach that day?”
“You might have mentioned it.”
“Good, because it’s true.”
“I believe you,” I admit because I do believe him, maybe it’s my young mind and maybe his sweet words are in fact tricking me but I can’t help it and I don’t care. This is the kind of thing you find in a fairy tale. Not in real life.
I get that the dating phase is the best phase but something tells me that this is real and this will last. Maybe I’m naïve, I don’t care. I’m just lucky to feel like this. I’m lucky to have Caleb even for a few minutes, let alone for as long as I have already.
Chapter Three
“You’ve got paint on your nose,” Caleb grins.
“What?” I rub my nose on my sleeve. “Where?”
“Here,” his thumb rubs across the bridge between my eyes making them cross to watch his thumb. “Gone.”
I step back and admire my work, I’ve painted his bedroom in three different pastel shades, green, blue and lilac. It sounds weird but it looks amazing. Caleb and my mum both gagged at the idea but now it’s done I’m sure they’ll love it. Each colour blends into the next. It’s bright, it’s airy and it’s perfect.
“I love it,” he gives an impressed nod, admiring it with me. I want to stick out my tongue and chant like a child, ‘told you so, told you so.’
“How are the shelves coming along?” He’s been downstairs for a while trying to set up a bookcase.
He lowers his head in embarrassment, “Not too good actually.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist, “It’s okay. We’ll do them together in a minute. Go put the kettle on, I need to finish up here.”
Caleb is extremely talented with everything academic, but is entirely hopeless when it comes to building, skating and even biking. Football too. Pretty much anything that involves any kind of coordination with his body or the use of his hands. Not including when his hands are slipping between my legs, now his hands really know how to work magic in this area.
It’s one of the things I love about him.
He’s also not the best dancer in the world, not unless he’s dancing with me and then it’s like we’re making love on the dance floor.
I place all of the paint trays and rollers in the bath and get to work on cleaning them. Once those are done I head downstairs and laugh when I see the state of the room. There are planks of wood all over the place. None of them organised, none of them labelled.
“You’re hopeless,” I snort and squeal when he starts tickling my ribs.
It’s been a week since our car tyre blew on us and I still can’t believe he’s actually staying. I’m actually stood in his new house, covered in paint with my heart hammering a mile a minute. I feel on top of the world.
We have somewhere to play and by play I mean make out properly. And by make out properly I mean have sex.
Caleb isn’t a virgin, he lost his innocence when he was only fourteen years of age. Apparently it was messy, awkward, and uncomfortable.
Also he came in about three seconds.
He knows what he’s doing though and has promised me that when the time comes he’ll take it slow and make it as painless and as beautiful as possible.
Just being with him will be beautiful.
Even if I’m terrified.
It seems silly to be scared of the real thing when we’ve pretty much done everything else over the past week. Every day he’s made me climax, either with his hand, his mouth, his cock and at one point his thigh. All were amazing, all were mind blowing and all left me feeling sated and tired.
“You look lost in thought,” he says softly and blows on the shell of my ear.
I shrug him off on a giggle and start putting the wood in the right order. “I don’t hear the kettle boiling.”
“Yes Miss Bossy.”
“Still not boiling,” I laugh, marking off each plank.
“I haven’t even left the room yet, I’m too busy admiring this,” he pokes my arse with his pinkie finger. I threaten him with a board, he soon vanishes.
After the shelves are up, which were so much easier than Caleb made them out to be, we shower together. This is an odd experience for me, I’ve never been fully naked like this with him. We’ve always been in his car or at my house.
I’m a virgin teen so when we did stuff at home, even though my mum was at work, I was terrified of her coming home early and getting caught. Caleb never managed to do more than get me to grind on his thigh, which was amazing albeit a little embarrassing. I felt like a dog humping someone’s leg but no matter how mortified I felt by my actions I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good, I lost all sense of reason and pride.
Caleb said it was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed, having a normally shy and composed woman who he’s severely attracted to, lose all of her inhibitions for a few marvellous minutes because of him.
Things are unfortunately going pretty bad with his parents. I still haven’t met them but I’ve heard them shouting at him on the phone. Last time he hung up on them but I could see the pain in his eyes. I don’t know what they said to make him so miserable but it took me a while to break him out of it.
And a blowjob. I’ve actually discovered I enjoy giving blowjobs. Or maybe it’s just the way Caleb responds to them that triggers my enjoyment.
His parents have returned home and as far as I’m aware, his brother has too. I hope they leave him alone now. Of course I’m all for having your family around you but I never want to see him miserable again. It breaks my heart.
My mum is being a bit off with me as well. I had to work at the club Chicago’s last night and when I got home I tripped on a shoe (which was my mum’s) and woke her up. She was pretty pissed. The night wasn’t totally bad though, I put in a good word for Caleb and he starts next weekend which we’re both pleased about.
He has a job and I can lay cl
aim on him in front of everyone.
As it is, right now I’m out of the shower and getting dressed and Caleb is lying on his mattress, completely naked save for his tight, black boxers which make his sun kissed skin seem to glow in contrast. Just his mattress because he doesn’t have a bed frame yet. He doesn’t have much yet, the stuff he does have are some bits he picked up throughout the week and kept at mine, ready to move into his new place.
“Can I ask you something?” He snaps me from my thoughts. I roll my eyes when he adjusts his bulge.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask,” he pretends to look affronted while his hand slowly rubs his growing bulge.
“I’m busy,” I giggle and try to dart out of the way when he jumps off the bed and lunges for me. I don’t get far but I don’t want to get far, he’s too delicious to avoid and his skin is so warm. “What?”
“Move in with me.”
Choke. Splutter.
He pats me on the back while laughing. “I’m serious. I want you to move in with me.”
“W… when?”
“Today.”
Bloody hell he’s serious! “I… but I’ve just…”
His finger rests over my lips, effectively silencing me, his eyes search mine, a handsome smile in place, “Please?”
“It’s… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.”
“Okay,” I blurt and inwardly curse.
“Really?” His smile widens further as he turns me in his arms and presses my back up against the wall. “Seriously?”
I nod quickly, “Yeah. I don’t see why not.”
“Fucking brilliant,” he beams and picks me up so my thighs are around his hips. His lips crash down on mine, I don’t refuse them either. I’d be crazy if I did. “I was worried you’d say no.” Me too but seeing as he’s left his hometown and his family and he’s chosen me over an unknown amount of money, there’s no way I can say no. Plus it’s not like I don’t have a job and can’t afford to live here. Money will be tight but it’ll be worth it. “Really? You won’t back out?”
