"That's where I am." She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. "Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?"
"Since I was fourteen," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Dawn."
"I am." She kissed my shoulder. "You feel good."
"Okay." I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. "You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C'mon, let's go."
"Noooo!" She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She'd lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. "Don't make me go."
"I think you'd better." I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.
"I'll scream," she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
"You will not." I edged my way out from under her.
I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.
"Button it!" I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.
"Unbutton it," she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back. Why was she coming onto me like this all of a sudden? I didn’t get it.
"Dawn," I whispered, and I knew she could feel my cock growing against her leg, insisting that my denial was empty. "Please, let's just-"
"I've been thinking about this all night." Her hands slid down my arse and she ground her hips up and wrapped her legs around me. "I can't think about anything but your prick-how big and hard you get for me and how much I want you."
I groaned softly against her neck, my cock finding its way between her legs somehow, pressed right up to the soft, satiny red gusset of her knickers as she rocked herself beneath me.
"Please, David." She was reaching her hand down between her legs, and I felt her pulling her knickers aside, exposing her wetness.
"No," I whispered, feeling helpless as she worked my cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down her slick folds of flesh. "No, no, god, please, no."
"Oh yes!" She rubbed the head of my cock right over her clit. "Yes, yes."
Her hand slanted my cock toward the hot little target she was now aiming for, rocking her hips up, determined to put me inside of her. I gritted my teeth, pulling back and rolling to the side. She followed me, kissing me in the dark, sucking at my lips, my tongue, and I knew for certain that it was tequila she had been drinking, the taste unmistakable in her mouth.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she whispered against my cheek, rolling her hips and trapping my cock between us.
"It isn't about want," I gasped as she sat up on me.
In the moonlight, her hair and eyes were like silver, her skin like milk, and she reached between her breasts to unhook her bra, spilling her generous flesh for my view. Then she reached for my hands, cupping them over her breasts as she slid her knickers up and down against my shaft, the dampness spreading.
"Oh yes," she whispered as I began to give in, kneading her flesh in my hands, thumbing her nipples. "It's all about want." She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me and saying, "I want, I want, I want." She punctuated each "want" with a tug on my cock that made me gasp.
"We can't." I grabbed her hips and slid her up away from my cock. I could smell her cunt as I edged her up my chest and I wanted it. Just the smell of it now made me drool like some Pavlovian response. I shoved her leather skirt up higher, sliding my fingers under the elastic of her knickers and exploring her flesh. She was soaking wet.
"You want to lick my cunt?" I felt her hands sliding past mine, rubbing herself.
"No," I lied.
She rubbed her wet fingers over my mouth, giving me a taste of her. I licked my lips, moaning, and then I licked hers, slipping her knickers aside and plunging my tongue into her flesh. Her sigh was a relieved "Finally!" and she moved her cunt against me, her hips rocking in my hands.
She tasted sweet tonight, her juices coating my chin as I focused my tongue on her little clit. I could see her pulling at her nipples in the moonlight and her toes curled against my sides. My cock poked the sheet straight up and I rocked my hips, remembering how her cunt felt rubbing against me. I wanted to be inside of her-I could feel it like a gnawing hunger, growing more intense with every encounter.
"Oh fuck, baby, lick my cunt!" She moaned softly and rotated her hips in my hands, forcing my tongue into little circles over her clit. Her moans kept getting louder the faster I licked, and her hands gripped the headboard, rocking it against the wall as she moved. The more turned on she got, the more she said, and while my cock was drooling at her words, my brain was screaming that if she got much louder, we were sure to get nicked. And if that happened, life as we knew it would come to a horrible, crashing end.
"Dawn!" I pushed her hips back, my face soaked with her. "You have to be quiet!"
"Ohhh, I don't give a toss!" She pressed her hips forward again, searching for my mouth with her cunt.
"You will when my dad comes in here and turns on the light!"
She was wiggling in my hands, the leather skirt shifting and moving over her hips. It was hard to hold her still and I could smell her all over me, permeating my senses-it was intoxicating and I felt more drunk with her now than she'd been when she crawled into my room. I wanted to eat her little cunt until she came all over my face. I wanted it so much my cock was in agony with the desire.
I said the only thing I could think of. "If you can't be quiet, then keep your mouth busy, all right?"
She giggled and the sound thrilled me for some reason-that girlish little giggle as she sat on my chest and I licked at her juices coating my mouth.
"You want me to suck you off, Davey?"
My cock seemed to be lunging toward her voice. She was sliding out of my hands, turning herself over on me. She stood over me on the bed and slipped her knickers down, stepping out of them before straddling my head, this time facing my aching crotch.
"Is this what you wanted?" She swiped the sheet away and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "You want me to keep my mouth busy all over this hard cock?" She began licking it, using her tongue to paint saliva all over the tip.
I groaned, gripping her arse in my hands as her mouth worked me up and down. I still couldn't believe how incredible it was to have a girl's mouth wrapped around my cock. I forgot about everything the minute she started to suck me, all my attention centred on the exquisite anguish between my thighs.
"Oh god." I moaned when she used her tongue around my foreskin again, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. I heard her giggle with her tongue rolling around my shaft.
"Shhhh, David," she whispered, teasing me, and I felt her breath over my crotch. "You have to be quiet, remember?"
"Right," I said, remembering with a jolt. God, it was hard to concentrate on anything with her mouth moving up and down my flesh like that.
"Don't want to wake your mum and dad." She came up on me, rolling her tongue around the tip before sinking back down again. Mum and Dad? Who are they? I wondered, shuddering and closing my eyes as I thrust up into her throat. I couldn't help it-the heat of her mouth was irresistible-I didn't care anymore that this was a girl I was supposed to think of as a sister, that she could get kicked out of her study program and I could be grounded for life if we got caught, that for all those reasons and more, this was unquestionably wrong in so many ways. All I cared about was the wonderful feeling of her mouth sliding wetly up and down over my cock.