He is waiting for me to say something, to reprimand him for ruining my underwear. When he realizes it isn’t going to come, he smiles as he moans and whispers, “Good girl.”
Running his callused hand up my legs and over my thigh, he picks up my left leg and begins tracing kisses from my knee up the inside of my leg. Just before he reaches my pussy, he begins the descent back down my thigh again.
He does that several times before I feel like I am about to come out of my skin, but not once do I move my arms back down. Nope. I want to continue to obey his commands, to be his good girl, not wanting to find out what will happen if I don’t.
I want him to put me out of my misery. To put out this fire he’s started in me, that only he will ever be able to put out.
When he gets close to my pussy again, my pelvis begins seeking him out. Wrapping his hands around to my ass, he holds me close to him as he feathers a breath over my heated skin.
His cool breath on my wet skin leaves me whimpering, as I squeeze my eyes closed and tilt my head back against the door.
With one swipe of his tongue, I can see stars dance in front of me, as I start chanting his name praising him for how good he makes me feel. One of his fingers enter me, just barely, as his tongue continues to flick over my clit. Slowly, expertly.
One minute his finger will be there and the next it’s gone. He knows what he is doing. Giving me just enough of what I want before taking it away. It is maddening but feels incredible all at the same time.
My orgasm starts to build from the moment his tongue touches me, but it is his finger slowly entering me and disappearing that keeps me on the brink. It’s as if I’ve been left hanging on the edge of the cliff, waiting to fall.
I keep chanting his name and begging him “please” when his finger slowly enters me again, curling just enough. Just like that, I feel my body catapult over the edge leaving stars flashing before me as the aftershocks of my release jolt through me.
It is a good thing he has a hold of me, or I would’ve fallen over, left in a puddle on the floor of his hotel room.
Moving to stand, I can see his cock aching to break free from the confines of his jeans. I reach out for him, but he stops me. Grabbing my hand, kissing it as he lifts me up in his arms. My body relaxes into him, wrapping around his neck.
I mumble a soft “thank you” as he lowers me onto the bed, feeling the soft cotton of the bed sheets.
He bends down and presses a kiss against the edge of my mouth before whispering, “no, thank you,” as my lids fall heavy, closing over my eyes.
12
Graham – Eighteen Years Old
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The feel of her warm breath glides along the side of my neck. The sun has long since gone down, leaving us standing beneath the starry night sky. Just her. Just her and me, alone together.
Sliding my hands along her sides, I pull her hips in closer, so she’s pressed against me. The subtle moan that escapes her lips makes me crave the feel of them on mine.
Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I stare into her eyes for a moment before I give in and press my mouth roughly against hers.
She sighs softly, as her fingers slide along my cheek and into my hair, holding my head against her as she roughly pulls the strands.
Some days I feel like I can’t get enough of her. When I wake up in the morning, she’s the first thing I think about. When I go to bed at night, she’s the last thing on my mind. When we’re together, I find myself being reckless out of the need to give her everything she wants. Just like I am now, standing outside in the middle of a dark field, ready and willing to give into her just to hear more of those sighs of contentment.
Her smile, her laugh, and her snarky sense of humor. She’s everything. She pulls me out of the dark corners of my mind, and I fucking love her for it.
Her tongue brushes against my lower lip, eagerly seeking entrance into my mouth and I give into her. I give into her every damn time because this woman fucking owns me. She’s everything that is good and right in this world.
I’d give her the world if she wanted. All she’d have to do is ask.
“Graham,” she sighs again, and I can’t help it. Brushing my thumb over the apple of her cheek, I pull back and look into her eyes before I press another kiss against her lips.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Take me back to your house,” she whispers, as she rubs her legs together.
I recognize the look of desire in her eyes, just as she roughly presses a kiss against my lips. Her quiet whimpers as her fingers claw against my neck, holding me in place.
We’ve both been drinking tonight. My mom had to pull a double shift at the bar tonight and likely won’t be home until after two in the morning.
Sliding my hand into my pocket, I pull out my phone and break the connection with Halle to check the time on the screen. The time reads 12:14 a.m. and I curse the thought of having to call my cousin, Gage.
“I’ll call Gage, have him come get us.”
Halle drops her hands to her sides, just before she reaches up and runs the palms of her hands over her face. She doesn’t like the idea of calling Gage for a ride anymore than I do, mostly because we both know the lecture that’s going to ensue on the way home.
Talk about a buzz kill.
“‘Ello,” he grumbles into the phone. I’m not sure if he’s just distracted or if he was asleep, so I cut to the chase quick.
“Gage, Halle and I are at a bonfire over at Mason’s house for his graduation party and we, uh…” I pause, looking at Halle.
Halle’s eyebrows are raised, like she’s waiting for his rant to come on the other end of the phone. I flash her a wink, hoping to reassure her.
“We need a ride home, if you can.”
“Graham…” he sighs. I hate hearing the disappointment, especially coming from him.
“You can save the lecture. I know, alright. At least I’m doing the responsible thing and asking you for a ride.”
“Yeah, it takes balls to call a cop and ask for a ride when you’ve been drinking… underage,” he says, drawing out the last part.
“So, does that mean you’ll be here in twenty?”
“I’ll call you when I’m almost there,” he groans. I can hear his chair squeaking in the background, and I feel bad realizing he must still be at work. “I don’t want to sit there waiting around for you or I’ll break up the party myself.”
I don’t doubt for a second he would, so I reassure him we’ll be ready. As soon as the line disconnects, I slip the phone back into my pocket and wrap my hands around Halle’s waist pulling her to me.
“See, that was easy.”
She laughs, tilting her head back to glance up at me. Holding her chin in my hand, I pull her lips back to mine and get lost in her.
“I can’t wait to get back to your place,” she whispers, her warm breath feathering over my wet lips.
“Mm,” I hum, sliding my hand down the curve of her back, grabbing her ass and pressing her against me. “I can’t wait to hold you tonight.”
There’s a peace that washes over me having her in my arms at night.
I don’t even realize how long we stand here pressed against each other until my phone vibrates in my pocket. I know it’s Gage, so I don’t even bother looking at the screen as I swipe it to answer.