WHAT THE FUCK? This isn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to be how this went.
Then he pulls up his jeans and fastens them I assume because I don’t hear much for a while.
“You absolute lightweight,” he grumbles and then he’s awkwardly lifting me into his arms. First in a cradle carry which I help with by wrapping my arm around his shoulders and sighing into his neck.
Ironically, because of how safe and comfortable I now feel, I pass out. I have no idea how he gets me home.
The sun is shining from a tiny gap in the curtains, casting a strip of yellow light onto the wall that cuts down a calendar on January’s model. A sexy woman with thick blonde hair sitting naked on a motorbike.
How teen boy of him. I smile to myself.
The quilt that protects me from the chill is dark green with black stripes, and the pillow is gray. It all smells clean and fresh like a flowery meadow. I smile and stretch languidly, sitting up when I hear a door downstairs close.
I’m still in yesterday’s clothing, minus my skirt and thong as Nokosi put me in his boxer briefs last night. I check my body for injury but I’m otherwise okay, no worse for wear.
The room is empty, the space in bed beside me undisturbed, but then I notice a lump on the floor at the foot of the bed on what looks to be a futon mattress. Nokosi has his hair tied into a bun on the very top of his head and he’s lying on his back, mouth open, eyes closed, breathing softly.
He was a gentleman last night in a way no man has ever been a gentleman to me before.
He helped me home, he helped me brush my teeth in the bathroom, he tucked me in and kissed my lips and then climbed into his own makeshift bed because he didn’t want to take advantage, despite the fact I asked him to join me.
I thought I could entice him again, trap him again, put him in a position where he has to deny himself what I know he so badly wants. But he wouldn’t even get in with me.
I really have gotten him all wrong.
I climb out of bed and sit on the edge of his. My knees sink into the soft mattress and my hand automatically goes to the tattoo that wraps around his bicep.
He’s gorgeous. He could be a model he’s so pretty to look at.
I touch his lower lip with my finger and feel the soft flesh twitch, then I trail it across the slight stubble of his jaw.
He hums a groan and shifts slightly, just enough for me to free the blanket and peel it down his body to his waist. I slide in beside him and press my cold feet against his.
He yelps and his eyes spring open to find mine.
“Morning,” I whisper and circle his nipple with my fingertip. It tightens to a hard dark pebble.
He smiles lazily. “Morning, lightweight.”
Giggling, I bury my face in his neck and hook my leg around his hips. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
“Wait… what?”
“Huh?”
“Did you just say sorry?” He feigns surprise as I lean over him again to glare at him. “Can you say it again, just give me a sec to find my phone and record this moment.”
I grab his dick and squeeze, but it only seems to excite him.
“What time is it?” he breathes as I move my hand over his hard, boxer-clad length. It’s like steel and just the feel of it is making me drip with need.
“No idea.” I kiss down his chest, startling him, and trace the contours of his pecs with my tongue.
“My dad will walk in, we have school,” he hisses but his eyes are wide with lust and excitement.
I yank his boxers down and take him into my mouth, salivating even more when he cries out from the pleasure.
My head bobs, my lips tighten, I suck him deep and swallow around the head. He mutters curse word after curse word and his hand goes to my hair.
He starts bucking against me, desperate for release and even though I teased him last time and didn’t let him come, he doesn’t hold me down.
I release him, letting him pop from my mouth and his pleading eyes come to mine. He looks as desperate as I feel.
I push the boxers I’m wearing down, turning around so I can kick them off, then I straddle him.
“What are you doing?” he asks on a whisper as I hover above him.
“Fucking you,” I reply and poise him at my entrance. I’m wet and ready but still have to roll my hips. He’s got girth, a lot of it and I’m not used to it.
“JESUS… FUCK!” he cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and writhing beneath me as his hands grip my hips. He pushes up unable to control himself, sinking into the hilt, making us both cry out but me in particular because that stung a bit. I wasn’t expecting that.
Still, no pain no gain. I don’t waste any time.
“You okay?” he asks, panting, looking at where we’re joined thigh to hip.
“Dandy.” I wink at him and moan when we move together again, his movement an involuntary reflex when I clench him tight.
He guides me, helps me to move while I press my fingers against my clit as I ride him, holding his eyes and smiling every time he groans. His thumbs press into my hips so hard I just know I’m going to have little oval prints there for a while.
I start to rock aggressively, gripping his chest with both hands. The bite of pain dulls and, in its place, comes a wave of burning pleasure. I grab his hand and place it against my clit so I can do my thing without worrying about that. He willingly takes over, watching his cock disappear into my body, and tears burn my eyes at how amazing it feels. My body is tingling, searing, scalding. I want more… or less… I don’t know. I’m on that precipice before the climax, desperately trying to tip myself over.
“Slow it,” he begs, still rolling his thumb as I grind against him. “Slower.”
“No,” I argue, grinding faster and harder than before.
My nails bite into his skin and he groans, sounding desperate and almost delirious. I feel him thicken and it’s enough to make me spiral with my orgasm. An orgasm I didn’t think I’d be able to have.
He joins me, pulsing and throbbing deep inside, spilling all of himself into me. He moans with it so loud I cover his mouth with my own and we ride the wave together. Or more aptly I continue riding him until every trace of my orgasm has dulled to a low hum of pleasure and his cock has ceased its throbbing inside of me.
We stare at each other, my breasts gently touching his chest through fabric.
He cups my face with a shaking hand and smiles softly. Then he kisses me so tenderly my heart does this squeezing flip in my chest.
“Thank you,” he breathes, sitting up so I can lock my ankles around his waist.
Our lips gently kiss again, our tongues softly taste, our bodies rock together, still joined. This is a good moment for me. For us.
I’ve never felt like this before. So at peace and warm. So welcomed and cherished.
We both startle when the sound of footsteps starts pounding up the stairs. I start to giggle quietly and he throws me off him and moves to the door, holding it shut with one hand while yanking his boxers up with the other.
“You’re both going to be late to school if you don’t move your asses,” Nash calls through the door.
“What time is it?” I ask Nok who has just pulled open the door.
“Does Dad know she’s here?”
“No, he left for work forty minutes ago.”