caught. Just that it's fun to make him catch me.
When he does, his mouth slants over mine, his tongue
probing deep inside. He's got me so hot already. Hot for
him. His hand goes straight between my legs, no fooling
around now, and he cups my pussy through my thin cotton
shorts.
The rocking chair, set in motion by our mock struggle,
bumps my ass as we kiss. I grab the back of it to stil it,
then push Austin from my mouth and shuck out of my
shorts. I'm wearing the tiny bikini panties he likes, but
those go, too.
I lift my T-shirt up over my breasts, no bra covering them,
and settle into the chair. I spread my legs. He's watching,
jaw slack and eyes gleaming. He doesn't move.
He's eaten me out before, though I've never asked him to.
It's always just…happened. But it's al I've been thinking
It's always just…happened. But it's al I've been thinking
about for the past week, his mouth and tongue and fingers
fucking me until I come. Every night while he was gone I'd
lie in bed, eyes wide open to the dark, and imagine him
there with me. I'd pretend my fingers were his tongue,
flicking my clit or sliding inside me, but it was never the
same.
My friend Kira says her boyfriend won't go down on her.
Not ever. He's al about the blow jobs but refuses to dine
at the Y. He's a pussy about eating pussy. I'd break up
with a guy who expected me to suck cock but wouldn't
return the favor, but Kira says she's in love. I think she just
doesn't know what love is.
Austin's friends, the guys from the footbal team and the
men he works with at his dad's construction company,
would probably say they don't go down on their
girlfriends, either. I wonder how many are teling the truth?
I wonder if Austin tels them about me, if men talk about
their sex lives in the same detail I do with my friends. I
wonder if he'd admit he makes me come with his face
between my legs, or if he'd deny it.
"Austin." My voice is low and slow, almost not mine. His
gaze jerks up. I put my hands on my inner thighs and open
gaze jerks up. I put my hands on my inner thighs and open
myself wider to his sight. "Use your mouth on me."
He's already on his knees before I finish. I gasp when his
hot, wet mouth finds my skin. When his tongue strokes
over my clit, I grip the arms of the chair and toss back my
head, my back arching. It feels so good it almost hurts.
The chair rocks me into his mouth again and again as he
licks and kisses and sucks. When he puts a finger inside
me, then two, I come hard with a strangled shout.
I look down at him. He's smiling, ful of himself. I touch his
hair and want to tel him how much I love him, but
something about the way he's looking at me makes me
suddenly shy. I want to close my legs, but his head is
resting on my thigh and I can't without pushing him away.
"What?" I sound nervous, because I am. "What are you
looking at?"
"You." Austin kisses my thigh.
I push him onto his back on the floor and straddle his legs
until I can get his belt open and his pants down. His cock
springs free, nice and thick. I take it in my hand and
stroke. He's already got a little pre-come dripping, and I
stroke. He's already got a little pre-come dripping, and I
lean forward to taste him.
"Fuck!" His hips jerk and his hand tangles in my hair.
"Paige, God."
"What?" I want to put him inside me, but we don't
have any condoms handy and there's no way I'll go
bareback.
"Nobody…"
I frown and sit back on my heels, my grip tightening on his
prick. "Nobody what?"
What the hel did he get up to while he was away?
"Nobody does this like you," Austin says.
He thinks he's giving me a compliment, but I let him go and
grab up my shorts. I make sure to grab my panties, too.
Don't want to leave them on the floor for my mom to find.
"Nobody, who?"
"Huh?" He lifts his head to stare, then sits when he sees my expression. "What's the matter?"
I stab the air with my finger. My throat is tight when I
swalow, and I blink away the burn of tears. "Nobody
does what like me? Suck cock? Nobody, who? Who else
is sucking your dick, Austin?"
"Nobody," he says and must realize how it sounds,
because he scrambles to his feet to come after me when I
stalk down the hal to my tiny bedroom at the back of the
apartment. "That's not what I meant, baby."
"Don't you ‘baby' me." I grab my robe from the hook on
the door so I don't have to try to get into my clothes while
we fight.
His hands come down on my shoulders and turn me,
reluctantly, to face him. "I just meant that the other guys,
they tel me their girls don't do the stuff you do."
I guess that answers my question about if they talk about
sex. I don't smile, don't lift a brow, just keep my face
stony. Austin pushes my hair off my shoulders.
"That's al I meant. That nobody…that you're so great."
"Great at sucking cock?" I frown, even though I'm glad to
know he thinks so.
know he thinks so.
"And other things." He teases me back toward the bed
and I let him until we're both lying on top of the quilt my
grandma made me.
Austin strokes down my body and kisses me. When his
hand finds my pussy again, I know I'm wet from earlier.
His fingers slide against me. His breath is hot on my neck
as he pants. His thumb presses my clit and his fingers
move inside, then out. Against my thigh, his cock presses
hot and hard. He moves his mouth to my nipple and sucks
gently, and though I came just a little while ago, desire
gathers in my bely again.
"I missed you," he says again.
"Did you?"
Austin nods against my neck. It seems stupid to be angry
with him now, or to worry about if he cheated on me while
he was gone. I know he did, once or twice, when we were
in high school. Hel. I cheated on him, too, if you want to
count the times he thought we were on and I thought we
were off and vice versa. But not since graduating, not since
we both got ful-time jobs and a ful-time relationship.
we both got ful-time jobs and a ful-time relationship.
He fumbles for the rubbers I keep in the box in my
nightstand and puts one on. I could help him, but I'd rather
watch just now. He rols it on over his cock, his teeth
clamped onto his lower lip in concentration. Then he
moves up my body and centers himself before pushing
inside me.
I groan; I can't help it. I fucking love this, the sex. His
weight. His prick so hard and thick and long inside me,
so long it hurts sometimes when he fucks me, but I like
that, too. He's got muscles in his arms from all the
heavy lifting and I grab one as he thrusts inside me.
I lift my hips to meet him and his bely presses my clit
every time we move together. Orgasm doesn't build, it
tears me down. I'm coming again when he starts to move
harder and faster, and I know Austin's coming, too.
It doesn't always happen that way, that we finish
together, so it's sort of magical and leaves me sleepy
and contented and cuddly, after. He loops an arm
around me when he's thrown away the condom. We lay
on my bed, spooning, and his breath ruffles my hair.