by Ivy M. Jones
She helped to keep me from falling as I pulled my pants off, hopping down the hall. I scooped up my wallet before we moved any farther, then we were in her room and I dropped her to the bed. Her pants were off in seconds, quickly replaced by my hands. I couldn't touch her enough, had to have more, more, more.
Evidently, she did too. She slid out of her panties, a tiny little scrap of cotton I tossed away quickly, and then her hands were on the elastic of my boxers and my mind blanked when I felt her hands and mouth over the material, hot and desperate.
She was kissing from the tip to the base through the silky fabric. And what sweet torture. Each hot breath left clinging humidity along my cock, leaving me harder as she moved. I wanted to pull the boxers off, have her press those perfect sweet lips against my skin. I wanted to probe the moist recesses of her mouth and have her suck me dry. To taste me.
But more than that, I wanted to taste her.
With a strength of will I didn't know I had, I pressed her shoulders back. She moaned in frustration when she could no longer reach me. My frustration came out in a moan as well but I still carried on, dropping her to her back on the bed, shifting her body until her hips were just on the edge and sinking to my knees.
I guess she didn't understand what I had planned, because with the first touch of my tongue to her sweet folds, she nearly shot off the bed.
"Never had..." she mumbled.
"Want to taste you," I murmured against the skin of her inner thigh. "Have to taste you."
I pressed a splayed hand over her abdomen to hold her in place, to further convince her of my desire for this. “Please let me,” I begged.
Her chin dipped down just enough to be considered consent and I went back to tasting her again.
With the second stroke of my tongue, she arched, crying out, her body pressing up against my hand holding her down.
I'd found my heaven. I wanted to do this forever. Bring her pleasure like this forever.
Oh yeah... That was how all of this started.
"Marry me," I whispered against her heat.
"Oh god!"
"Marry me, pussycat." My lips closed around her clit and I sucked, rapidly moving my tongue against the sensitive nub.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." Her breath was rapid and choppy. I could get her there quickly, but that would defeat the purpose.
"Marry me," I asked again. This time, I brought two fingers down the crease of her body, dipping in where the tight heat of her beckoned. My mouth caught her again and I pressed in with my fingers, filling her but not moving beyond that.
"More, Justin, pleeeease!" she begged, writhing under my palm.
"I want it too, but I'm trying to bribe you here." I let my fingers twitch, curling them up to rub against that spot inside that would make her scream. She let out a moan, the sound long and low, while her body danced desperately under my hand, trying so hard to crest that final cliff of pleasure.
"Justin! Oh god, Justin, please," she panted.
I moved my mouth back to her clit, and barely letting my breath caress her, I repeated, "Marry me, Andy."
"Now?"
I smiled in triumph - I had her so far gone she couldn't think straight. But my own needs were quickly becoming an issue and if I didn't get inside of her soon, I was going to embarrass myself.
"Just say that you will." I let the very tip of my tongue tickle over the plumped nerves, back and forth. My fingers started shallow strokes against her tight walls and I could feel her getting closer to her climax, the muscles around my fingers so tight I could barely move.
She was moaning and thrashing but not answering me.
"Say yes, Andy. Please say yes," I begged.
"Yes? More, Justin, more," she shouted.
"Tell me yes," I growled. I thrust hard with my fingers, sucking and licking and desperate to send her over the edge now.
"Yes!" She shattered, her back arching off the bed. "Yes, yes, yes," she continued to chant again and again. I kept up the pressure of my fingers inside her, my mouth against her, trying to prolong her pleasure as long as possible.
Finally, her body dropped back to the comforter. I had my wallet open and the condom out before she had fully relaxed to the bed. I was rolling it on when I felt her soft legs wrap around my shoulders, bringing me back to her.
"Justin?" Her voice was dark and low, and in the semi-darkness her hair seemed to glow white, giving her an angelic appearance I knew had to be a sign.
"Yeah, pussycat?"
"More?"
"Oh fuck yeah, more." Her body was still pliant and soft in her afterglow and I stood, bending my knees slightly to get level with her. Her legs slid down to my hips and then I was slipping inside of her, tight, hot and wet.
"Oh pussycat, you feel so good. I'm not going to last," I confessed.
"Want more, Justin..." Already I could feel her body begin to tighten- Her thighs around my hips, her hands gripping my wrists, the muscles under my hands at her waist. I could feel her inside- tight and hot, and stroking me, squeezing me. Bringing me so close to my own orgasm, I could barely think.
"Tell me again, pussycat. Say yes for me." I was pounding into her now, holding back as long as possible for her, hoping to watch her come apart around me once more.
"Yes, Justin. Anything, yes." That glowing hair whipped back and forth against the bed, and I brought my hand up to rub against her clit, desperate to make her come again.
Her ankles locked at my lower back and with one desperate push, I ground myself against her, trapping my fingers between our bodies. With her scream of pleasure, she came.
Her body bucked and shuddered, milking mine, dragging my own orgasm from me, my own body drawing tight before exploding as well. Together, we drew out the pleasure as long as possible, refusing to stop moving against one another until our muscles burned with exertion, threatening to lock up.
All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears until, finally, I could make out the sounds of our breathing returning to normal. My weight was pinning her down and I rolled to the side to keep from crushing her. But since I was no longer holding her in place, she turned her body to one side, trying to pull her legs up onto the bed to keep from sliding down and off.
I stood, then lifted her onto the middle of the bed, helping her get comfy. I stroked her bare hip. "Bathroom?"
She vaguely gestured toward the other door in the hall and I wandered away to take care of the condom. When I returned, I expected to find her blissed out on the bed, perhaps even asleep. Instead, she was sitting up, her arms pulling her knees up tight, her chin hanging between her knees.
I couldn't see well enough in the semi-dark to read her face, but the position alone worried me.
"What's up, pussycat?" If she heard the concern in my tone, she chose not to comment on it.
"You don't fight fair is what's up," she answered, lifting her chin up from her knees to pierce me with that gold cat's eye stare.
"I use what weapons I have," I started to defend myself. But the more pressing question needed to be asked first. "Are you upset about the fact that we fucked, or the fact that I got you to say yes?" I asked.
For a moment, she merely looked at me, as if appraising my reaction. Finally, she spoke. "I never said I was upset about anything..."
"That's a non-answer," I returned. "Maybe it would be better if I asked you what you were thinking about," I amended.
Silence for another minute, then, "Actually, I was thinking about how you don't play fair and that maybe I should do the same if there is ever something I want from you."
"You mean like, with sex?" I choked out.
"I'll have to use what weapons I have," she answered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her beanie had come off, probably when I'd pulled her shirt over her head, and her hair was a mess. The image of it filled me with pride and I grinned impishly.
"So... I was thinking," she continued, stretching her legs out. She was talking again, but the image of
those legs, smooth and gleaming in the moonlight had me unable to process her words. I could hear her purring voice, I watched as she spread her legs, flashing me slightly with that perfect heaven I'd experienced earlier. I was starving for a taste and found myself licking my lips.
"... That makes the most sense, anyway. Don't you agree?"
I felt myself nodding.
"Oh good. Now come here and remind me why not playing fair is so worth it," she said, beckoning me with the crook of her finger.
"What did I just agree to, pussycat?" My hands wrapped around her ankles and I pulled her toward me.
"The prenup. And me keeping my place... Were you not paying attention?" Her devilish grin proved that she knew full well that I hadn't been.
"No prenup. And I don't care if you keep your apartment, but it's not like you'll ever be here since I plan to be with you one hundred percent of the time and your place isn’t big enough for all our stuff combined." Moving so that I was laying next to her, I bent my head down and took one exposed nipple in my mouth, using my hand to caress her breast, forming it, pressing it so that the sweet crest of it filled my mouth.
Her hand wrapped around my hardening cock and she stroked.
"Prenup."
"No," I countered, swirling my tongue around her nipple. I moved my other hand to squeeze and caress her other breast and brought my knee up against her hot mound, pressing against her. Despite that she was trying to make her point, she bared down on my thigh, wiggling hot and wet against me.
Oh, this was going to be blissful torture.
"I'll give up my apartment. But I'm signing a prenup," she said, grinding against me. Her hips swiveled slightly and her abdomen pressed against my cock. She still had me in her hand, was still rubbing along my length, but suddenly all I could feel was her hot skin, everywhere.
"Keep the apartment. No prenup. Bring whatever you want from here to my apartment. Or we can get a new apartment that we both pick out- ooooohhh!" My words were cut off when she leaned down and started sucking wet kisses down my chest, closer and closer to where her hand stayed wrapped around me.
Then her mouth was over the tip and I felt my entire body shake with the sheer pleasure.
When she finally released me, it was to ask, "New apartment?"
Andy
"Yes, maybe we should both get rid of our places and get someplace new. Something..." I lowered my voice so that it was husky and distracting. "... where we can make sure we aren't heard by the baby."
I barely let him finish speaking before I swallowed as much of his length as I could, letting him feel the muscles in my throat constrict over him.
"Jesus Christ! Yes! Yes, yes, yes," he chanted.
"Is that a yes to the prenup?"
"Oh god, don't stop pussycat," he begged.
I smiled, letting his cock rub against my lips before letting him slide in and out a few more times.
"Yes, yes. I agree!"
I had what I wanted, so I gave him what he wanted, sucking hard and fast, my hand moving up and down, twisting slightly as I moved, until I felt him tense and buck beneath me.
He cried out, the sexiest sound I've ever heard, and I felt the hot streams of his pleasure in my mouth. The taste of him was sweet and salty at the same time and I swallowed him down, licking down every last bit. I hummed in pleasure as I savored the taste of him on my tongue.
The thought struck me that with Paul, I'd never swallowed, even when I was certain we'd be getting married. It just felt too personal. I always figured it would be something we could share when we were married. Some final step in our relationship. We'd had sex, but only ever basic sex. I'd gone down on him but never swallowed. And he'd never gone down on me.
Because it had felt too personal.
Which, in hindsight, spoke volumes about how we saw each other. I never felt for Paul what I already felt for Justin. Comparatively, I barely knew Justin, but already I felt a connection with him that transcended anything I'd had with Paul.
I'd always wanted to try anal sex, but Paul hadn't. What guy doesn't want to try anal? I mean, really? It had thrown me until I found out he'd been banging his secretary‒ and half the fifth floor of his office‒ and was probably full-up on all the anal he wanted.
I briefly wondered about asking Justin to take me that way. I had to guess he'd done that before. I grimaced at the thought of him doing it with someone else, even though I hadn't been in the picture.
"I'm sorry, pussycat. I should have stopped you. Should have pulled out or something. I didn't mean to let that happened. You just felt so fucking good..."
My face must have registered my confusion.
"You looked upset," he explained. "I thought maybe you were upset that I came in your mouth or..."
"Justin," I mumbled, "Have you ever done anal?"
"I shower every day, pussycat. I'm hope you're not connecting that with coming in your mouth," he grumbled.
"I'll take that as a yes, then." I grinned, amused at the connection he'd made.
"Yes. I have. Now, explain why you were all-" he made a face which might have mirrored mine earlier but was definitely more extreme, and I laughed at his impression.
"Would you fuck my ass if I wanted that?"
He did a literal double-take and blinked before answering. "Hell yes."
"I was thinking about how my ex-fiancé didn't want to. He said it was too personal and we weren't married yet. Then I thought about you, that you'd probably done it before... And that you had done it with someone else." I took a breath. "I didn't like that you had probably done that with someone else."
"You're my someone from now on," he breathed, pulling me up so that our bodies were even, our faces almost touching. "And on that note, would you have any problem with me beating the shit out of your ex?"
I laughed and he smiled in the semi-darkness, his straight white teeth glinting.
"I love to hear you laugh, pussycat."
"That's good, 'cause you're fucking hilarious, Justin." I chuckled a little more. I lowered my voice to try to impersonate his, "I shower every day..."
"I never know what you're thinking!" He tried to defend himself, laughing.
"Then just ask," I laughed back.
"Alright then. I'll ask you what you're thinking. So, tell me now. What are you thinking with all of this prenup bullshit?"
I stopped laughing and squinted into the darkness, trying to read his face.
"I don't want to be waiting for the other shoe to drop every day," I admitted. "This isn't your kid. And I don't want you to feel like you're stuck with us because you made a mistake and married me. This isn't even the supposed right order- it's supposed to be marriage, then kids. I don't want this to end up blowing up in our faces. It wasn't even what you would have chosen!"
"Pussycat," he murmured, pressing his face into my neck. "That's where you're wrong."
He started licking my neck, dotting my skin with wet little kisses, moving his way up my neck to my jaw. He made his way up to my earlobe and tugged lightly with his teeth and my stomach flipped in that good way. I was getting achy and restless already and all he was doing was kissing me. And not even on the mouth!
"I'm wrong?" I wondered out loud, not really paying attention anymore.
"You think this isn't what I want?" His hands were moving now, gliding over my skin. Caressing, massaging. He was touching parts of me that I'd never realized could be erogenous zones.
"Not what you want..." I murmured, parroting him, unable to really form thoughts as his hands found my ass.
"But you are. I've wanted you for myself since I met you. When you came to the door asking for Tyler, I was jealous of my own cousin. I didn't want to be the one to tell you what had happened because I didn't want to ever upset you with something I'd said. I want this. I would have chosen you. Don't ever think otherwise."
"But you could have anyone," I managed, able to pull that one thought into a cohesive sentence. The fingers of one of his hands mo
ved down the crease of my ass and I found myself pressing my backside against his hand.
"But I want you." He moved and two fingers found achy, slick flesh. My body bowed, desperate for more.
"Want you."
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, pussycat," he hissed into my ear. "Because I want you. However I can get you. I want to give you whatever you want. Want to give you everything. I want to hear your laugh, see your smile, see your face when you come, be the one you hold onto when you cry."
His fingers pressed inward and a sense of desperation filled me. I was already so close. Sucking on him, feeling him come in my mouth, had only heightened my need. I'd already had two orgasms, but I felt far from sated. Instead, I was moving against his hand, needing to be filled, to feel the heavy tightening of him inside me.
"Need your cock in me, Justin."
"I don't have another condom, pussycat." I could hear the frustration layered in his voice. Then, as if to compensate me for it, he began moving his hand in earnest. As his fingers pounded into me, his palm cupped against my clit, the suction of the air beneath his palm imitating his mouth earlier.
"Oh god!" I cried out, so close, but still so frantic for more, for the thick feel of him moving inside of me.
I felt him stop, and I wanted to cry. I'd been so close, my frustration was like a living thing, taking over my body.
"Why?" I nearly sobbed.
"I've never had sex without a condom, pussycat," he said, his fingers finding my needy flesh again, touching, but not giving me what I needed.
"Neither have I," I managed, trying to find a few functional brain cells. What was he doing?
"I want to, so bad right now. You have no idea," he whispered, rubbing his whole body against mine.
"Please, Justin, fuck me! Pleeeease," I begged.
"Without a condom?"
"Anything. Please. I need you." I was beyond sense, not caring that we didn't have a condom. My brain tried to kick in, tried to warn me that this might have consequences, but with the glimmer of rationality, I realized, I'm already pregnant.
"Can't get pregnant, Justin. And I got tested after I found out I was pregnant, since the condom broke. And I've already gone down on you twice and swallowed."
