Some of you called it.
Him
She's just on the other side of my door. So close I can practically feel all that soft tightness in my hands. She's the fucking tease that came bounding down the stairs in these little shorts with her ass sticking out and this shirt that didn't even reach her belly button.
"You will not go out there. You will not go out there. You will not go out there." Over and over. This is my mantra, because fuck me if my dick wasn't pointing straight at the half naked temptress sleeping on my couch.
I grab the doorknob and then abruptly let go, pacing back and forth along the length of the door's width. My fingers itch to feel the metal as a sort of salvation to the pretty and sexy. One little twist and that door would come swinging open and who is to stop me then?
Probably the half naked girl herself. She'd glared at me when she came down. Not my fault. Her tits were bouncing so good that I couldn't help but to ogle. But the evil in those honeys were enough to send me racing to my own room. I have a feeling with at how good she is at sucking dick, she's probably just as good at ripping them off.
And I would have been fine with the image of bouncing titties to serve as my night time remedy while wanking, but then she had to go and ruin it for me. Just as I shut the door, looking over one bare shoulder, her hair a tangled mess of curls framing her face, she winked.
Fucking winked.
And then there was wood. Like actual wood. Between me and her and all I wanted to do was throw the door back open and fuck her until we were both screaming, waking the pod people upstairs. But I like to think I have bit more self-respect and control than that because since when did a girl dictate when and where I put my dick?
Since she teased me with her pussy and then denied me it because of a stupid fucking mistake on my part. We're not all fucking perfect!
"Don't fucking go out there, Edward." I run my hand through my hair, gripping the ends, pulling until my head hurt.
"Do not touch that knob." My knees tremble with the actual effort it takes to stand still.
"It's not worth it." Is it possible to have withdrawals from sex? Have I gone too long without it?
"Fuck it." One peek is okay right?
The door cracks open, one green peering out. I wait, watching, listening, for something like baby's screech of indignation or her foot coming out of nowhere. I'd prefer to keep all my body parts in the same condition they are currently—what the fuck is that?
"Fuck." She moans, so soft and light. "Yes. Right there."
Is she…? Are her…? Am I…? Fuck yeah. The universe has finally lined up perfectly for me.
The door opens just a bit wider for both greens to get out and, with a small head tilt, there she is. The fleece is thrown across her tummy, one hand gripping onto it so tightly, and the other hand hidden beneath tiny shorts. The cotton moves in circles, her hand dipping and diving into wetness my dick really wants to get into.
I'm salivating, sucking up spit to avoid overflow in my mouth. Part of me isn't sure if I'm dreaming. As if my brain had had enough of my torment and decided to entertain with baby's hand doing the naughty. My hand doesn't give a shit and wants in on the action. It has a mind of its own when I join her, sneaking past elastic and grabbing the horndog, squeezing like I won't come fast enough and she'll be done before I've even started.
She grunts, this sexy deep vibration, that erupts past those bubble lips, her heels digging into the couch as she lifts her hips with the twirl of her hand. Up and down they go, the couch and fleece and air rustling with her increasing speed as she tilts her head back, her curls dangling over the side of the cushion, swinging with her movements. Short and then longer and then faster until it's all one piece of melted chocolate.
I come. In my pants. All over my hand. Breathing hard with wide eyes. The best part? So does she. Her back arched so high, supported by her shoulders. Her hand going crazy beneath cotton. Her mouth open in one long silent scream.
And then, "Edward."
