“You know I’m not wearing boxers, right?” he asks quietly, peppering my jawline with soft kisses.
“I want to be wrapped up in you.” I say arching my neck as he makes his way down the slope of my neckline with as his hand firmly gripping my ribcage just below my heaving breasts.
“You sure?” he questions meeting my eyes.
“Absolutely.” I say with conviction.
The sheet is pulled all the way down and I watch with excitement as he is bared to me.
I see the twitch of Dean’s dick when my eyes settle on him.
I see the thickness, the length and Holy Veinage!
“Wrap yourself around me, Kaley,” he directs.
I reach for him in between our bodies.
Fully aware that we’ve now crossed the threshold of being just friends, just being roommates into something more.
I’m nervous and excited.
Chapter Four
Dean
Her hand on my cock feels amazing.
She’s adding the perfect amount of pressure as she strokes me and rotates her wrist as she pulls up.
Her hand feels so fucking amazing right now.
My hand is moving up from her ribcage and palm her shapely breast.
Everything about this moment is amazing. From her lips, the stroking of my cock to the most luscious breasts that I’ve ever touched.
I knead lightly and am given a throaty groan in return. She’s not wearing a bra, as my hand goes to the hem and under the material. My rough fingers graze her soft skin as my thumb and forefinger grab her nipple and pull a little on the hardened peak.
If my cock could get any harder, it would.
I breathe out with my teeth clenched as she strokes me, my hips moving with the motions as she squeezes and pulls. My mouth finds hers and sloppily I kiss her.
I pull her hand away from my straining, almost ready to blow cock to give him time to calm the fuck down before I prematurely ejaculate in her hand and pull her astride me as I roll to my back. Her legs are on either side of my hips, her warm center is hovering over me.
She’s wearing too many clothes. I think to myself as I reach for her shirt. She doesn’t stop me, but instead helps me remove it.
I’m going to see Kaley naked. She hand fucked me already. We’ve now made out a few times. I think the days of ‘just friends’ are over. But is this a part of our charade? Will we be awkward friends after her folks leave? Can we? Will this ruin everything?
I turn off the questions in my head and reach up for her to pull her closer to me.
I just need to know. My forehead rests against hers. I search her eyes, they’re carnal with desire, matching mine. Both our chests are heaving and I can smell her arousal.
“Are you sure, Kales?” I hoarsely ask, cradling her head in my hand.
Kaley nods without hesitation and I pull her closer again, so our lips mash together.
She’s easily the greatest kisser that I’ve ever kissed. Her kisses are soft yet commanding and she tastes delicious and the tiny noises that come from the back of her throat—I could survive off of those for days.
My hands cup her breasts, her hands rake through my hair, slightly tugging as our kissing gets intense. My hands trail from her breasts to her ass and I grip the globes. She’s either not wearing underwear or she’s a thong girl. I feel no panty line, which makes my cock twitch again.
She sits up and angles her body with one arm holding her up to remove her shorts.
My eyes are glued to her hands, my breath catches in my throat, and my heart is practically beating out of my chest.
Holy fuck!
I know my eyes should be on hers, treat her with respect and all. But her pussy, wow, her pussy is making my previously dry mouth water like a fucking geyser. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to flip her on her back and eat her like a fucking five course meal, like I’m loading up before a big game. Fuck!
She hovers again over my cock. He twitches, tapping her as if he’s got a mind of his own saying ‘please play with me’.
She daringly sits on me, her pussy lips are on my cock as her hips move slightly rocking with the crown of my cock nestling inside her warmth. I can feel her wetness coating me. My hands are on her hips, helping her and wishing that my cock was buried deep inside her.
“Condom?” she whispers.
“Babe. This is your room.” I remind her.
She points to the bedside table and I reach over. Without sight, I feel around until I feel the familiarity of the condom wrapper.
Magnum. Good. She leans back so I can sheathe myself and watches the movements of my fingers. I reach for her, but she slaps my hand out of the way. She grasps my shaft and runs the crown against her again. She feels warm and I’m trying everything to not push myself into her as she teases the both of us.
Her tongue peaks out of her lips as she concentrates and then slowly, my cock disappears inside her. She locks eyes with me, my hands are on the top of her thighs, and my breath halts as I watch her expression as she takes my cock.
And man, does she take it.
Kaley
While out with my family and Dean, in the back of my mind, I am deconstructing what happened this morning. I am recapping every movement, sound and sensation. From his rough fingertips running across my cheekbones, to when those very fingertips held down my hips as he thrusted into me repeatedly. How even though we began with me in charge, the roles were reversed, and he made me see stars repeatedly. My cheeks feel warm just thinking about it.
I’m not fully sure what it all means, this morning, what’s happening between the two of us. We’ve been friends, nothing more since we met a few years ago. And now, now what?
We’re pretending to be a couple. Is this just part of it?
Once my parents go home, do we return to business as usual?
I look at him sitting beside me. He returns my gaze and smiles as he squeezes my hand. We’re all listening to some informational mumbo jumbo about something that happened back in the day between Bainbridge Island and Seattle and while normally, I would be interested in hearing a piece of the history, I’m completely distracted.
I turn my attention back to the guide speaking, but no matter how hard I try to concentrate on him, my mind automatically returns to Dean.
We didn’t talk about the anything after we made love, purely due to towards the end of our escapade, my sister yelled from somewhere in the apartment to ‘keep it down.’ But I feel that we should have some conversation.
Dean clears his throat, leans towards me. “You alright? You’re zoned out,” he observes.
“Just lost in thought.” I say truthfully.
He looks at my face and smiles, leans in closer and kisses my lips.
I mean, what do I make of that? Is this part of our act or was that real?
“You guys are gross. Now that I heard you guys this morning, I think sex is ruined for me.”
“Don’t act as if you’ve never had a boyfriend. I know what it’s like to be a teenager, remember I was one too.”
“You think Mom and Dad would approve of me dating?” she scoffs.
“You‘re not under their watchful eye all the time.” I return.
“You’d be surprised. Since you moved out, Daddy is all virtue this, virtue that. My little girl won’t get side-tracked and not go along with the family plan. One of his daughters has to.”