Or she’ll try to drop me—and there I’ll be, pining for her like an obsessive maniac. Unable to stop. Fuck, I’m already there. Aren’t I?
Can feel myself slipping, falling, into something that’s going to gut me.
And I go eagerly.
“You want more, beauty?” I hum against her ear. “If you let me put my fingers down the front of your panties, I’ll finger your tight, wet cunt. My baby want it?”
She sobs in response to my question—loudly—and I barely cover her mouth in time with mine before the sound echoes down the block. Her eyes are unfocused, but she nods, nods.
“Yes?” I say, taking my hand away slowly. “Yes, I want my cunt fingered?” Her nod is emphatic. And I watch in astonishment as she takes my hand from her tit and guides it down the front of her body, tucking it just beneath the hem of her dress. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gracie.”
I cup her pussy for the first time.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe.
She’s full and soft and soaked. Straight through her little cotton panties.
Once that discovery is made, there’s no stopping me from ripping the underwear down, needing to get to the precious flesh underneath, leaving the material bunched mid-thigh. Ahhh shit, and then I’m dragging my middle finger up and back, lightly, through the split of her velvet pussy, gathering moisture as I go. Grinding my back teeth to keep from shouting to the world how perfect she is. “Bet this is tight as a motherfucker, ain’t it?”
And she might be innocent, but I bring something new out of her.
Something hot and excited and eager to explore.
“Find out,” she whispers.
Oh yeah. I’m a goner. She’s got me by the fucking stones.
Looking her right in the eye, I press my middle finger good and deep, her cool exhale bathing my face, those eyes growing even more unfocused. “I…N-North?”
I can barely respond I’m so overcome by the tight squeeze of her. She’s tiny between her thighs. Narrow, hot, virginal. My cock would make her scream. “Yes, Gracie,” I say thickly.
She makes a frustrated sound, her teeth sinking into the full bottom lip. “Why does it feel so good and so bad at the same time?”
If I needed any further proof that she’s untouched, she just gave it to me. But I don’t need it. I only need to give her pleasure. That becomes my driving force, right here on this street lined with multi-million-dollar townhomes. I can’t give her a life like this, but I can make her pussy better. I can damn well do that.
“You need an orgasm, beauty. Keep your thighs open so I can give it to you.”
Gritting my teeth, I add a second finger, her sex making a hot little suctioning sound as I pump them in and out, finding her clit with the heel of my hand, grinding on it lightly. And her eyes go wide, my name tripping over her lips in a whimper. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” My breath is rasping in and out. I’m so horny for Grace, I’m almost dizzy, my dick pounding with excess blood flow in my pants. I’m never going to get enough of her. I thought sex would seal the deal and make me possessive, obsessive, but the deal is already done, isn’t it? I never had a chance. “You need this pussy satisfied, you come down to Southie and get it from North. I’m open twenty-four hours for you, Gracie. Knock on my door and flash me these innocent, wet panties and I’ll know just what to do, won’t I?”
She makes a breathy sound, her bare tits heaving, and then the moaning starts. The hottest sound that has ever graced my ears. But out of fear of getting caught and separated from Grace, I drop my mouth over hers to capture the sounds, just as she comes in the palm of my hand. It’s the filthiest little orgasm from the most innocent girl. It steals my remaining breath. The way she grabs my hand, grinding down on it, rocking her hips and continuing to bury her tongue in my mouth, over and over, until I’m dripping semen down the leg of my sweatpants, her moan flavoring my throat.
“Can I lick it up?” I ask raggedly, breaking for air, already dropping to my knees. “Please?”
When I shove my face up beneath her dress, catching the moisture as it drips from her cunt, she whimpers and twists her fingers in my hair. “Yes. Yes.” She wraps one thigh around my head to give me better access and I worship her for it, worship her for letting me lap at her inner thighs like a thirsty animal—and maybe that’s what I am. A poor man licking up drops of gold from the rich girl. Taking anything he can get.
Finally, I’ve tasted every last drop and I walk forward, wrapping my arms around her hips, burrowing my cheek against her stomach. My cock is so full and heavy, it’s almost touching the ground, but I’m not burdening her with that. She’s given me enough. I’ve got the memory of her taste, the sound of her moaning for me, the feel of her mouth on mine. It’s more than a man like me could ever ask for.
A beep goes off somewhere inside the car and she whispers. “That’s my alarm for one a.m.” She slides down against the side of the car, so she’s crouching in front of the fighter she brought to his knees, physically and emotionally and every other way imaginable. Her mouth finds mine in a kiss that leaves our eyelids heavy. “You’ll still…call me?”
Stunned by my luck, I repeat her number back to her hoarsely.
She bites her lip to subdue a smile, collects her things from my car and disappears into what can only be described as a palace. Out of my reach in every way except for one.
Sex.
Is that going to be enough for me?
No.
Hell no it won’t. But what choice do I have?
Look at where she lives, this senior class president. This angel.
I climb to my feet and prop my hands on top of my Chevy, watching as the light goes on upstairs and she appears in front of the window. She stands there, watching me for a moment, then lets her dress drop, leaving her topless, the top of her panties visible over the sill.
Jesus. Jesus. I’ve just seen her tits up close, but there’s something about this that feels like permission. And I take it, blindly reclining the passenger seat, making as much room as I can in the footwell. Then I prop one foot outside the car, one inside, and fit my hips to the edge of the seat, sucking down her cherry cola scent and fucking the leather cushion violently. The car rocks and groans with every thrust of my hips, but I can’t stop. I watch her play with her nipples through the rear window, my thrusts accelerating until I come with a choked noise, right where she sat, right where those ass cheeks parted and her pussy plumped. Drenching the front of my sweatpants.
When I open my eyes again, her light upstairs is out.
And I drive home slowly, the obsession taking deeper and deeper hold.
No bottom in sight.
Five
Grace
I sleep late the next morning.
Normally on a Saturday, I would be up and out of bed by nine a.m., working on college applications or volunteering at our local animal rescue. But my body is boneless. So relaxed that I don’t even shift to find comfortable spots. I’m just plopped face down in the center, arms curled under my favorite pillow, a dreamy smile tilting my lips.
North.
Thinking his name makes me sensitive. Everywhere.