Her tongue does a sensual dance around the crown while her hand continues to slowly stroke me. She finds the piercing and plays with it, her tongue pushing against the metal. My cock throbs in her hand.
Her pace begins to pick up speed as she strokes me more confidently, and takes more of me into her mouth. She moans and grinds herself on the mattress. Desire spreads through me. She seems to be getting as much out of this as I am.
I reach down between her thighs and find her pussy absolutely soaked.
“Fuck, Midge,” I groan.
“Mmm.”
I place my hand on her head and gently guide her off. “I have to get inside you.”
She wipes her lips and lies back across the bed. I cover my cock with the latex, then kneel down between her legs and press the head into her dripping wet pussy. I don’t push all the way in. I continue to watch her stretch around the head of my cock, then I pull out, and repeat.
I lean over her, letting my cock torture her with pleasure as I only allow a couple inches to go in before I’m pulling back.
“Cillian, please,” she begs, reaching around and grabbing my hips, hoping to guide me further in.
“But I love watching you this way,” I say, taking my time and kissing her lips, cheek, neck, and chest.
I push in again, just slightly, and pull back.
“I need to feel you. Please.”
“Mm,” I groan. “Already begging. I fucking love it.”
She arches her back, thrusting her hips up and trying to force me inside. “I want it,” she pants. “Fuck, I want it so bad.”
“I knew you loved the way I fuck you.”
“I do. I love it so much. Please,” she pleads. I plunge in hard and fast, and she gasps. “Yes!”
“That’s my girl.”
24
Midge
Hard, punishing thrusts over and over again. That’s what I get. Cillian fucks me like he’s in my head reading my every dirty desire. He smacks my ass and squeezes my thighs as he sinks into me.
He plays with my clit while he slowly moves in and out of my throbbing, hot center. He loves hearing me beg, and I find I’m doing that a lot. I need more. I need it all.
“Please, please,” I cry. “Please don’t stop.”
He grunts, pushing my legs back to where they damn near touch my head. He’s so fucking deep, and I tell him just that.
“You like it deep?” he asks, though he doesn’t have to. I’m calling out his name and God’s name in five second intervals.
“I love it, God, I fucking love it.”
He drops one of my legs, but I hold it up myself, because this position is too fucking good. He’s hitting all the right spots, but with that cock he’s wielding, it would be hard not to.
His hand comes down and slaps my pussy, his fingers hitting my engorged clit.
“Oh, my God!” I yell.
I’ve never had that done to me before, but holy shit, I love it.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, and does it again.
“Ahh!” I squeal. “Yes.”
He pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. “Come ride me.”
Cillian lays down, and I quickly climb on top of him. I grab the base of his cock and slowly slide down the shaft.
Jesus Christ, it’s like it’s in my stomach. I take my time at first, leisurely moving up and down, before I place my palms on his chest and start moving my hips back and forth in a quick cadence.
Cillian switches between grabbing my tits and grabbing my ass. I like both just fine, but I really like when he reaches up and grabs my throat and says filthy things.
Yeah, ride that cock, baby girl.
I love being deep in that pussy.
You’re so fucking sexy. You have my dick so hard.
I grind myself on him, harder and faster, desperately chasing an orgasm that I know is going turn me to jelly.
My arms and legs are already weak. We’ve tried out damn near every position, and he’s got every single one mastered.
“God, you feel so good,” I moan into his neck, my sweat-slicked body gliding over his.
My hips move faster, and my clit finds friction against him as his cock fills me up.
“Fuck yes. Fuck me,” he says through breathless grunts. “Come all over my cock, baby girl. Let me feel it.”
His words send me over the edge. “Oh fuck,” I cry, my hands grabbing fistfuls of the covers underneath him. My whole body tightens up and my pussy throbs around his cock as I’m sky-rocketed into euphoric bliss.
After I’ve come down from the orgasmic mountain top, he grabs ahold of my waist and thrusts his hips upwards. I have a full-body spasm as he pummels into me. A few minutes later, he squeezes his eyes close and lets out a guttural roar.
I find some energy and move up and down on his cock, clenching my pussy around him. He groans and his dick twitches inside me as he empties his load.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes.
I delicately climb off of him and drop onto the covers, sweaty and out of breath. My skin is flushed, my hair is sticking to my face and the back of my neck, and I’m sure my makeup is a mess, but I’m almost positive I don’t have the energy to stand up. I’d probably crumble onto the floor if I attempted to walk to the bathroom.
“Yeah. I can’t walk. I can barely move,” I say between breaths.
He chuckles. “The use of your legs will come back soon. Don’t worry.”
I attempt to roll my eyes, but I’m not sure I have enough energy for even that. “Oh Lord, I’ve been paralyzed by dick. That’s actually a thing.”
Cill laughs some more. “You’re crazy.”
“Whatever, man. You’re operating a weapon over there.”
“Well, I’ll give us some time to rest, but this weapon will be reloaded and ready to fire soon. Just so you know.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You’re so stupid.”
“Whatever, but I got you to admit you love the way I fuck you, didn’t I?”
“That’s not fair. That’s like a form of torture. I’d admit to a crime I didn’t commit if I knew I was gonna get an orgasm afterwards.”
“Pft. Not just any orgasm, though. A Cillian Kingston orgasm.”
I sit up and reach for my skirt on the floor. “You know what…” I laugh and glance over my shoulder at him. “Fine, you’re right. I love it. I love everything you do to me in the bed. But you love it too. You love the way I react to you. So, there.”
I stand up and pull the skirt over my hips, then find my shirt on the other side of the bed.
“I can agree to that,” Cillian replies, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “It’s too bad you’re opposed to relationships, because I think we just might be perfect for each other,” he finishes with a chuckle.
I pause, completely frozen in place. I look toward the bed and find Cillian reaching down for his clothes. The comment was just tossed out there. He probably didn’t even think about it, so it’s likely not a big deal.
He stands up, clothes draped over his arm, and tied up condom in hand, and walks toward me. “Bathroom?”
I point to the partially open door in the right corner of the room. He grins and plants a quick kiss on my lips before sauntering to the bathroom.
25
Cillian
In the bathroom, I think about what I said. I think we just might be perfect for each other.
We’re friends, and we laugh together, and tease each other. We have amazing chemistry in the bedroom, and we pretty much know everything about the other person’s past, so there’s no big secrets. So, is it true? Yes.
The only problem is that she’s completely against relationships. She’s been hurt, I think that’s clear. She probably has trust issues, which is understandable.
Having Zoe cheat on me definitely sucked. I was hurt, but not heartbroken, maybe because I wasn’t all-in with her. But the fact that she cheated hurts, nonetheless. Why not breakup first? Why not discuss your problems befor
e sleeping with somebody else, like that’ll help anything.
Midge may not have realized that I noticed how she tensed up. I saw in her body language that what I said got to her. Hopefully she doesn’t want to end things now. The last thing I want to do is scare her off. I need more time. So, I’ll watch my tongue from now on and not say anything that she could misconstrue into thinking I want to throw a ring on her finger and lock her down.
“All yours,” I say with an easy smile as I exit the bathroom.
I wander around the room and check out some pictures she has on her dresser. One of her and London at King’s Tavern. One of her and her parents at some sort of party. And one of her grandparents sitting together on the patio of the lake house.
Midge clearly considers London family. They’ve only known each other for five years or so, but when you’re around them, you’d think they’d grown up together.
I head for a narrow table pushed up against the window and find that she’s created a shadow box of sorts out of the table top. Underneath the glass lies dozens of pictures, each cut out in different shapes and put together like an intricate puzzle.
She has pictures ranging from her childhood when she was probably three or four, all through her school years, and important moments in her life. I find her graduation picture, and several birthday pictures. Not just hers, but her family’s as well. There’s prom pictures, and pool pictures, and pictures of a white and black dog.
I bend down, getting a better look, and find several with me and Royce in them. We’re together in the pool with a couple other friends, and Midge has clearly gotten out to snap a photo. I was probably fourteen at the time.
One of me and Midge together makes me laugh. We were in the gym of our high school, and there’s people in the background playing basketball. Midge is making a face at the camera, her tongue out and eyes crossed, and I’m standing behind her with my eyes rolled up, and my head dropped back, like I’m completely miserable. I don’t even remember what was going on.
As my eyes roam over all the pictures, remembering so much of our childhood through her photos, I find one that makes me come to a stop.
It’s me. I’m all by myself in the picture, because it’s my senior photo. However, the fact that it’s cut into a heart shape interests me. I’m sure it wasn’t cut into that shape recently, probably back when we were eighteen, but still.
I scan the collage for more, and the last one I see before Midge steps out of the bathroom is another one of us.
We’re not alone in the picture. Royce is in the back with our friend Justin, and two girls are off to the other side. Whoever took this photo took it without telling us, because none of us are looking at the camera. Me and Justin are shirtless, and one of the girls has a bikini top on with cut-off shorts. Maybe we were going to the pool, maybe we were fucking around near Meadow Acres, a small lake in the middle of town. There’s not enough in the photo to identify where we were, but all my eyes can focus on is Midge. We’re facing each other, but my head is angled over my shoulder, probably talking to Royce. However, her eyes are trained on me. She’s gazing up at me with an adoring smile on her lips, like I’m the center of her whole world.
“I’m starving,” she says as soon as she enters the room. Her eyes dart between me and the table. She looks nervous for a brief second before she covers it up with a smile. “I’m a nerd, I know. Keeping old photos like that.”
I shake my head. “No, I think it’s great. I don’t have many pictures from when I was younger. It’s nice to have these to look back on. Sparks up memories. I forgot how much we did together.”
“Yeah, we were always out running the streets like heathens,” she says with a laugh. “Either at the park or going to the playground at our old elementary school. Oh, do you remember going to the skating rink?”
I laugh. “I remember falling at the skating rink, then choosing to spend time in the arcade instead.”
“Yeah, you sucked pretty bad.”
“Anyway,” I start, but the doorbell cuts me off. “Expecting anybody?”
“No,” she replies, heading down the hall.
“Well, maybe it’s—”
“Shh!” she whispers, her finger flying to her lips as her eyes double in size. “It’s London.”
“My car is parked out front. She already knows I’m here,” I say as quietly as possible.
“Then what’s our excuse? Why are you here?”
“Don’t worry about that, just open the door, because the longer she waits, the more suspicious it seems.”
“Shit! You’re right.”
She opens the door as I pull my phone out and lean against the back of the couch.
“Hey,” Midge greets, a little shrill to be normal. “What’s up?”
London looks past her and right at me.
“Hey, Lo,” I say.
“Hey, you guys,” she responds, smiling and walking past Midge. “Whatcha up to?”
“Oh,” Midge looks back at me. “Cillian came by to uh…”
I walk forward and show London my phone. “I wanted to show her these photos.”
She takes the phone from my hand. “Oh wow, these look great, Cill.”
I don’t normally show people my paintings before they’re done, but it was the first excuse that came to mind, and Midge is not very good at playing it cool.
Midge looks at me, confused, but I just wink at her. “Yeah, I’ll be workin’ on finishing them up in the next few weeks. When’s your mom’s birthday again?” I ask Midge.
“September fifth.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll definitely be done in time.”
London hands the phone back to me. “Beautiful. Well,” she faces Midge. “I was just coming by to drop these off.” She hands her two plastic bags. “I’ll be heading over to Elijah’s in a little, so I figured I’d bring them now.”
Midge takes the bags. “Oh, great. Thanks.” She lifts them up and looks at me. “Wallets and shoes she was gonna throw out.”
“Ah.” I lift my head, trying not to smile at how cute she is when she’s nervous.
London glances down at her watch. “I gotta swing by Flaky Vicki’s to get some dessert. Cill, you comin’ tonight? Have any requests?”
“I’ll be there, and I’m happy with anything. But some sort of cake would be good.”
London laughs. “All right. Cake it is. See ya later.” She passes a look to Midge. One of those ones women give to each other to get a message across without saying a single word.
“Bye, Midge. I’ll be texting you later.”
“Okay, yeah. Bye.”
After she closes the door, she leans against it and closes her eyes.
“You’re terrible under pressure,” I say with a laugh.
“That’s because I’m not used to being a liar and having secrets.”
“We can tell them.”
“No. We can’t do that.”
I pocket my phone and shrug. “Well, then I guess you’re gonna have to become a better liar.”
“Ugh. I’m too hungry to think about this.”
“Why don’t you come to Elijah’s with me tonight?”
She spins around, halfway to her kitchen. “What?”
“Dinner. Tonight. At Elijah’s.”
“Right, but like, go with you?”
I put my hands in my back pockets and smirk. “I’ll try not to be offended by the way you asked that question, but no, you don’t have to go with me. You can drive yourself there.”
She shifts her weight. “Yeah, but that’s a family dinner.”
“London’s not family.”
“Yeah, but she’s with Royce.”
“Okay?”
“So, wouldn’t that look like we were together?”
“I think you’re overthinking this.”
“Well, when London talked about it, she said she was the first one Royce invited over, and that’s because he never dated anyone. She also said Elijah hasn’t had anyone over since
he and Jenn broke up, and I know Zoe used to go when y’all were together. So it seems like a relationship type thing.”
“Merrick only invited his friends over, and we’re friends, so it’s not a big deal.”
I watch her chew on her lip while she fidgets with her fingers. She’s stressing out. Maybe this is one of those things I shouldn’t have said, because now she’s thinking this means we’re a couple.
“Okay, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to come. You just said you were hungry, so I was offering a solution.”
Her shoulders sag. “I’m sorry. I appreciate it, but I’ll just eat here.”
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll take off then.”
“Oh. Okay.” She walks to the door. “Thanks for coming over.”
I give her a smile, and almost lean in to kiss her, but at this point, maybe I should steer clear of that. She’s already been spooked by my perfect for each other comment, and now I’ve invited her to dinner. I guess she’s wanting things a little more simple.
Maybe I’m doing it wrong it’s just that I’ve never had a fuck buddy that I’ve actually cared about.
26
Midge
It’s nearly ten o’clock when my phone rings. When London’s name pops up on the screen, I brace myself for what I know this conversation is going to be about.
“Hello?”
“Hey, whatcha doin’?”
“Nothin’. Just got out of the shower. How was dinner?”
I cringe, regretting the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I should’ve kept away from any topic involving the Kingston brothers.
“It was good. You should come sometime.”
I drop onto the bed. “Yeah, but it’s a family thing. And before you say it, I know you’re not family, but you’re dating Royce, so shush.”
She laughs. “It’s not like that’s a rule. Elijah would love to have you. I don’t know why you haven’t taken up any of my invitations.”
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