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~Tyler POV~
When I open my eyes, Mallory is looking at me and smiling. Her smile is so beautiful. It makes me smile. I think this is the best thing I've woken up to in a long ass time...or well, forever. "How long you been starin'?"
"About two minutes. I kind of had no choice, your legs are pinning me in this position." She giggles and sticks her tongue out.
I chuckle. "Oh..right." I pull her even closer to me so I can kiss her.
She pulls away slowly after three chaste kisses. "No nightmares?" She asks, with huge grin of success.
Actually, she's right. Damn, that's incredible. I look over at the clock and it's only nine P.M. Four hour nap? Did I even dream anything? ..All of this feels like a dream..I woke up to a beautiful, awesome, sweet girl in my arms. It almost feels too good to be true.
"No nightmares." I reply, with my own grin of success.
"I'm glad." She smiles.
God, I can't get over how beautiful her smile is.
She looks like she's thinking really hard. "What you thinkin' about?" I ask with a whisper.
"When's your birthday?" She asks curiously.
My birthday is in three days. My birthday has always been shitty. But, this one. This one means something completely different. I'll be twenty-two.
"Three days..." I reply and look down at the covers.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She rubs my shoulder.
"I'll be twenty-two." I say, still looking down at the covers.
I look up to see her reaction. Her eyes are wide and ringed with hurt.
Maybe it won't be so bad at the beach house with her with me? She can take my mind off things? Would she even want to come?
"You know what will make it better?" I ask, and give her a small hopeful smile.
"What?" She says and smiles wide.
"If you come with me." Is all I say.
"Where?" Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush a cherry red.
"I know we just met but.." I say and look down at the covers again, and start fidgeting with them.
"It doesn't feel like we just met, to me at least." She replies softly. Did she just finish my sentence?..Yup. She did. Word for fucking word..
"It doesn't to me either." I pull her close and kiss the top of her forehead.
And that's the truth. It feels like we've known each other for a while now, we're already comfortable with each other. I still can't wrap my mind around the whole situation.
"Me and my family have a private beach house in Angola a couple hours away. We go there a couple times a year. We've gone for my birthday ever since I was little."
"That's really cool...but I-um..I..what about your family..and uh.." She stutters and throws her head into my neck.
"My mom will like you, Mallory. She's really laid back. My dad isn't coming, and, my sister will especially like you." I really hope she says yes..I'll be disappointed if she doesn't come...
"But..what would I tell them about..my job?" She mumbles. "I'm not the kind of person you bring home, Tyler..."
Fuck, I forgot about that..'Um..hey mom..I uh..I'm bringing a stripper with us to the beach house, hope you don't mind.' That definitely won't work. I hate how I just thought that. I don't want to think about Mallory that way.
Whatever, What they don't know won't hurt them. And, it would just be me, mom, Caroline, and her. Maybe Aiden. But, I wouldn't want him to feel like a third wheel, so I'll just tell him he can come next time. My dad will probably have business to tend to here. Thank fuck.
"What they won't know won't hurt them. We'll make something up. It'll be fine, Mallory. I promise."
"Promise?" She asks in a small voice.
"Yes. So you'll go?" I ask in a hopeful tone.
"Yeah. " She says and looks away. "It's so difficult to say no to you." She faintly whispers. She's quiet for a second. "I uh..I've never been to the beach before." She murmurs against my neck and starts fidgeting with the neck line of my t-shirt. "I don't even have a swimsuit. I..I've only been to the swimming pool once..and I was really little." She's still fidgeting with my t-shirt and her breath tickles my neck and gives me goosebumps.
I can't believe she's only been swimming once..that's kind of sad.. I want to teach her and have fun with her. Forget everything for awhile..
"I don't want to make you upset or make you do anything you don't want to. It's only for a week, and it's really beautiful there." I pull her face out of my neck and to mine and place a soft kiss on her lips. "Just like you." Her cheeks flush red and she shoves her face back into my neck anxiously. I can feel her smile against my skin.
"I'll buy you swimming suits, beach clothes, and anything else you want." I whisper softly. "And, we don't have to go deep in the ocean if you don't want to." I pull her face up to mine gently with my fingers on her chin and kiss the tip of her nose. "We can make sand castles with my little sister..and just..hang out..me and you." I place a kiss on her lips. "Sound good?"
Caroline will love her. I know she will. Caroline loves Aiden..so she has to like Mallory.
"Yeah..how old is your sister?" She runs her hand through her hair nervously. "And, that sounds amazing, Tyler. But, I don't want you to buy me anything.. I can buy my own stuff...I have money saved for emergencies..this is sort of an emergency..right?" She still looks really nervous and her lip is quivering.
"She's twelve. You don't have to worry. She's really down-to-earth. She'll like you." I run my fingers through her hair gently. "And, I want to buy you stuff."
"No, Tyler. It's your birthday. I won't let you." She clenches her eyes shut.
Damn, she is relentless.
"We'll see about that." I run my hands underneath her shirt and grab her tit. She jumps at my touch and moans lightly.
I lean up and rub my face in the crook of her neck and start biting gently. She starts laughing and I keep licking and sucking. When I pull back I realize I left a mark. Mine. I smile to myself.
She puts her hand up my shirt and places her hand on my chest over my heart. She quickly leans in and our mouths crash together intensely.
I suck her bottom lip in my mouth. It takes like raspberries. I take her bottom lip in my mouth. It tastes sweet like sugar. I've never tasted anything sweeter than her lips. It makes me curious as to what her pussy tastes like. I bet it's sweeter than her lips.
She pulls away. "I'm buying you something." She says quickly.
"No, no. You coming is good enough." I kiss her forehead. "Want to go get swimsuits and clothes tomorrow afternoon? I got work tomorrow night." I frown at the fact I have work tomorrow night. But I need the money, I don't have that much saved up. I only have about seven hundred. "I'm buying your stuff." I say super quickly.
"Yeah, sure. Okay. But I'm still buying you a present." She smiles. "And, I do too." She starts playing with the neck line of my t-shirt. I think she's nervous. "I'll have to let my boss know that I'm going out of town. I'm not sure he'll like it, I'm his best...um.." She clenches her eyes shut like she regrets saying it. "Want something to drink? I'm thirsty as fuck." She sits up and looks at me.
"Sure, what do you have?" I ask curiously.
She sits up. "You want a drink drink or a drink?" I laugh at how funny she sounds. A drink drink?
"Both?" I smile at her and she smiles back gorgeously.
I should take my Vicodin before I drink. I know you're not supposed to mix alcohol and pain killers but I do it all the time and I'm fine. It just depends on how much of both you take. That could be bad...you know..
I reach into my pocket and take it dry. Sometimes I take it without a drink.
She looks at me with narrow eyes. Then smiles.
Oh, right. She probably wants one. I am afraid she won't be able to handle alcohol and pain killers. The first time I mixed the two I was throwing up all night.
I could give her half? Mine are the strongest Vicodin made. Of course, the stronger pain killers are Oxycodone/cotin, and Percecet.
I reach into my pocket and break a Vicodin in half, then put the other half back in my pocket.
"I don't want you to take a whole Vicodin and drink, you're not supposed to mix the two anyways, but I think you can handle it. I do it all the time. Not that it's not extremely dangerous..I just..don't...care I guess."
She wraps her tiny arms around me. "Thanks for lookin' out."
"No problem. I don't want you to get sick because of me." I drop the half into her palm. And she also takes it dry.
She gulps again and takes a deep breath. "Okay, so I have.." She looks up at the ceiling and bites her bottom lip, deep in thought.
Mm. She looks incredibly sexy, and she's not even trying.
"Whiskey, Tequila, Rum, Vodka, Coke, O.J., Milk.." Damn..this girl can drink.
I interrupt her gently. "I'll have..Coke and Tequila, but separate.." I chuckle. "Thanks." I wink at her.
Where did this new-found confidence come from? It baffles me how comfortable and confident she makes me..
I see her intake a breath, and her face fluster. She's so cute.
"You're welcome." She smiles.
"Need help?" I ask politely.
"Sure." She gets up and stands at the end of the bed, and I move to sit at the end of the bed. She looks around the room and her eyes land on her closet. She seems to be thinking really hard. "But uh..just a second. I have to change clothes."
"Okay." I say softly and run a hand through my messy hair. Is she going to change in front of me? I mean, I wouldn't mind but..if she wants me to look away I will. "Do you want me to..?"
Wait..I'm sure she doesn't mind she's a..and I've uh..
She takes her shirt off and throws it into the basket to the side of her. My eyes grow wide and my dick grows hard. Holy shit. She's not wearing a bra.
Her boobs are..perfect..in every way. Perky..not small..not big..just right. Amazing, petite, light pink nipples.. She has the best boobs I have ever seen.
I look up and notice that she hasn't moved, and she has a wide grin on her face. Eyes full of hunger and want. She was just watching me stare at her boobs. She's totally teasing me. I let out a nervous laugh and run a hand through my hair again.
She runs one of her hands across her chest and grabs her boob teasingly. Jesus Christ. This girl is trying to kill me. She runs her hand lightly down her stomach and unbuttons and unzips her pants leisurely.
She pulls them down achingly slow, and I let my eyes move with them, caressing the milky white of her delectable legs.
How does she keep getting more and more beautiful? Is that even possible?
My heart is beating so fast, and my mouth is so dry..it's hard to breathe. I really need that drink right about now..
She's now just in her white lace boy short underwear..so fucking sexy. I've always thought thongs were the sexiest..but, she puts thongs to shame in those..damn.
My chest tightens. "You're so beautiful." I blurt out softly.
She's just a few feet away and I want to reach out, run my hands along the silky skin of her inner thigh until I reach that sweet, warm, wet spot between her..
I gulp audibly loud and clear my throat-as if to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts.
She gives me a sexy smile and walks over to me and turns her back to me,so she's a few inches away. What is she doing?
I run my eyes through her chocolate hair that's flowing gorgeously to the middle of her back, all the way to her..holy fuck..she has the nicest ass I've ever seen. It's plump and firm.. I just want to smack it and squeeze. I'm almost in pain from refraining touching her.
She starts rotating her hips in a circular motion, moaning and rubbing her hands all over her body. I feel my dick twitch in response. This feels so wrong..but..she's so beautiful.
She sways her hips back and forth, bending her knees until she touches the ground with the tips of her fingers. She slowly rises her ass back up, sticking it right in my face.
"Touch me, Tyler." She breathes. Goddamn.
I grab her by her hips and turn her around so she is facing me.
"I want you to touch me." She whispers. She grabs my hand and slides it under the lace. Right where I want it. "Here."
She's so wet...I can't help but smile thinking that I did this to her.
She runs a hand through my hair and moves her face to my neck. She flicks her tongue, moves it in a circular motion and sucks. I throw my head back and let out a guttural moan. Fuck..that feels so good.
I quickly move my fingers to her very swollen, very warm clit, and rub slow circles. She whimpers into my neck, and I instinctively let out a groan.
She trails kisses from my neck, along my jaw, and to my lips. She glides her tongue along my bottom lip, and I instantly open my mouth and welcome it in. She kisses me with passion and moves her hands to my face, and I move my free hand to her right boob.
I feel the back of my throat close from being too dry. I quickly pull away and let out a long, loud cough. I try to get some air in my lungs, but the cough is so bad that I'm practically choking.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She says worryingly and rubs my back in a soothing motion. I nod a yes in response but she quickly runs over to the fridge and grabs a soda, opens it on the way, and hands it to me.
I take long drinks of it and catch my breath. "I'm sorry." I mumble breathlessly.
"I should have gotten the drinks first." She runs back over to the fridge . Damn, that was sexy..the way her ass jiggled as she ran adorably over to the fridge. I laugh lightly, careful not to choke again.
She comes back with one more Coke, and the Jose Cuervo and sets in on the coffee table in front of the couch. She scurries over to the closet, pulls out a pair of black lace underwear-same as she's wearing, but black- slides off the white ones and puts on the black ones. She pulls out a pair of black and white flannel pajama bottoms and a plain white wife beater and quickly puts them on.
"I need help with something." What could she need help with?
I stand up.
"In the kitchen." She points out.
I follow her into the kitchen. She looks at the cabinet above the fridge, then me, then the cabinet again.
I laugh. "What is it?"
"I can't reach the shot glasses." She looks at me and smiles nervously. "I don't even know how I put them up there in the first place." She laughs and looks up at the cabinet.
Before she looks back at me I grab her by her waist and lift her up so she can reach the cabinet. She's so light it takes little to no effort to pick her up. She giggles and moans subtly. She gets the shot glasses and I let loose slightly so my hands glide up her sides as I set her down.
I leave my hands on her sides, just beside her boobs. She sets the shot glasses on the counter and faces me slowly. "Oh, Mr. Strong man." She runs her eyes up and down my body slowly, then her eyes finally land on mine. The beautiful emerald-green is now darker, and lustful.
I swallow hard, then smile. "Well, you couldn't weigh more than 110." I say jokingly and lean in a little.
"How do you know my exact weight?" She narrows her eyes at me. What? Really? I was just guessing.
I shrug my shoulders lightly. "Just a guess." I can't believe that's her exact weight. She's so fucking tiny.
She gets up on her tippy toes and throws her arms around my neck. I run my hands down her sides and place them on her back right above her ass. I lean into her lips achingly slow to tease her. When I finally reach her lips, my heart rate increases ten fold, and I swear my knees are going to give out.
She jumps onto me and clings her legs around my waist, with our lips still smashed tightly together.
I swear, if I had no leg strength, we'd both be on the ground right now.
I loosen our kiss, but keep our lips slightly touching "You're so cute." I mumble.
She pulls away so she can look me in the eye. "I saw this in a movie once..I watch a lot of movies.." She giggles.
I laugh. "Even cuter." I've never been the kind of person to call a girl cute, but she is, I can't help but say it.
I reach behind us and grab the shot glasses off the counter, her still in my arms, and carry her over the the couch. I set her down first, and sit next to her.
She pours us both a double shot and hands me mine. "Cheers." She says, holding her shot glass in the air.
"For what?" I ask curiously.
"For us." Us? There's an 'us'? Does she mean like us meeting? Or like..us as in us together? I mean, we just met but it already feels as if we are boyfriend/ girlfriend. I'd sure like to be. I like being around her. But, maybe it's too soon to call her my girlfriend. Maybe I should wait for the label until we know more about each other. See where the beach takes our..whatever we have, and I see if I can handle her job. Maybe she won't ever want me to be her boyfriend? Jeez, I'm thinking way too hard.
I hold my shot glass up and clink it to hers. "Cheers." and I give her a smile.
She smiles and we both throw our heads back and take the shot.
I suck air between my teeth and let it out with a long sigh. I hate straight liquor. It's too harsh. Maybe I'm a pussy but, I don't give a fuck. She just takes it. I find it kind of odd she didn't wince, not even at all.
"Takin' shots like a man, sweetheart." I tease.
She laughs. "Yeah, I got used to it. Guys at the club buy me shots all the time. I gotta act like I like it."
Try not to get mad, Tyler. Try not to get mad.
"What's wrong?" She asks, hurt and confusion clear on her face.
Shit, I don't want to hurt her feelings because I get mad at the thought of grimy, nasty men's hands all over her.
I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. "I don't like it, Mallory. I don't like the way guys use you. You're so much better than that." I pull at my hair. "You're beautiful," I whisper. "And you should be treated beautifully, and have a beautiful life." I sigh and pull my hands down my face, hard. Well, that sounded a lot gayer than I wanted it to.
I see the tiniest of smiles on the corners of her lips, but it vanishes quickly.
She looks me in the eye. "It's my job..." She runs her hand through my hair to try and calm me. "I don't know anything else." She practically whispers. "I'm not good at anything else."
I grimace at her words. I really don't want to yell at her...I can't..I just..I don't know. Just don't fuck this up. You have a beautiful girl that likes you, don't fuck this up, Tyler.
"That can't be true. I'm sure you're good at plenty of other things. I'm sorry I got mad at you." I look down at the floor. "I'm sorry." I say softly.
"It's okay." She whispers. "I don't do it for sex," She cringes a little, as if just the thought sickens her. "I do it for the money. All I see is food, shelter, and clothes on my back when I walk into the club. So technically, I use them."
Well, that makes me feel a little better...not really. They use her. I guess they are both using each other. I still don't like the fact she does it for the money. She could work anywhere else and get all that stuff. I mean, I know strippers make more money than a normal job would, but I'd help her out with anything she'd need. She could even stay at my apartment.
And, wait. She put that money on my nightstand? She never told me why she left the money, she only said that she put it there before she left. I know Aiden had paid it, she told me that..and why would she care if he got his money back or not?
"Why'd you leave money on my nightstand, exactly?"
She pours us both another shot and we take it. I definitely need it. I pull my cigarettes and lighter out of my pocket and hold it out to her. She grabs one. "Thanks." She says, and I light hers, then mine.
"It didn't feel right." She says, blowing her smoke out and looking away.
"What do you mean?"
She looked over at me. "The time I spent with you was good enough. I didn't want to take your friends money." She takes another long drag of her cigarette and blows it out. She looks so fucking sexy smoking a cigarette. "The...lesson, and meeting you, was was more than enough." She runs her hand through her hair, her hand is kind of shaking. Is she nervous? Lesson? What? She learned something?
"Lesson?"
"Yeah..I uh..I don't know how to say this." She takes a couple drags and steadies her breathing. " Before you, I didn't care about anyone, or anything. Not even myself. I learned how to..care.. again." She takes another drag. "I care about you, Tyler. And it's something I don't even understand, really." She sighs in frustration. "I just simply...do. It's not something I chose. Caring makes you vulnerable. And When you're on your own at age fifteen, you can't be vulnerable. You won't survive all the fucked up shit that comes your way." She takes another drag and stumps it out in the ashtray. "But, I can't help caring about you, you remind me so much of myself. It scares me. A lot. I'm really really fucking scared."
I care about her too, something which I also don't understand. How could someone care about someone so much whom they barely even know? And I don't know where to start. What to say even. I'm just sitting here with my mouth open. She probably thinks I'm an asshole, she just told me something truly personal and I'm just sitting here like a jackass lump on a log. But the thing is, I'm scared too. Really scared. I haven't been happy since Michael died, and when I'm with her, I don't think about the bad shit really at all. She makes everything feel..okay.
And what? She was on her own at fifteen? Did she runaway? What happened? I'm curious to know but I don't want to get on touchy subjects right now.
All I can think to do is throw my arms around her, pull her to me, and hold her tight. I'm not sure if she was expecting a response but this is sort of a response, right? Yeah.
I pull away slowly and stick my face in her hair. "I'm scared too." I whisper in her ear.
She pulls me in again and doesn't let go, and doesn't say anything for about ten minutes.
It wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable, and comforting.
When we pull apart she pours us both a double shot and we take it.
"So, I still don't know your last name." She says nonchalantly.
Wow. I can't believe I forgot to tell her my last name. I feel idiotic. But, I still don't know hers either. "Hawkins. What's yours?"
"Uh.." Why is she hesitant about her last name? She forgot it? "My real name is Allison Dunn. But, I go by Mallory Riley."
Woah woah woah. Hold up. Her real name is Allison? Why Riley? Kara's last name was Riley..it couldn't be though. She wouldn't know the family, they live in Indianapolis. Should I ask why she goes by a different name..? Or wait for her to tell me on her own? She obviously doesn't go by her real name for a reason...I'll just wait for her to tell me. It could be an emotional topic, and as we both know, alcohol and emotional topics don't mix.
"They are both pretty names."
She blushes. "Thanks, so what's your favorite color?" She asks, changing the subject, and sets her hand lightly on my thigh.
I look in her eyes for a few moments. "Green."
I see a smile etch across her face widely. It makes me smile.
She narrows her eyes at me. "How long has that been your favorite color?"
"Not long." I answer honestly.
She laughs and snuggles her head on my chest.
"So how old are you? Nineteen?" I always guessed she was nineteen, or eighteen. Definitely too young to have this kind of life... I just forgot to actually ask, in case I'm wrong.
She lifts her head up and looks at me with a cocked eyebrow. "How'd you know that?" Worry is etched on her face now, along with...fear?
I laugh lightly. "Chill. it was a guess, Mallory." She sighs loudly.
"Oh." She pours us yet another shot and we take it. "Good guess." She says as she takes my shot glass and clanks both down on the coffee table.
"So if you're so good at guessing..what's my favorite color?" She raises an eyebrow in question.
"Hmm.." I rub my chin as if in deep thought. She seems like she would like purple a lot. Or yellow.. I'll go with my first instinct. "Purple."
"Are you psychic? Or a cop?" She looks at me with wide eyes. "You're scaring me." She laughs.
Sometimes I think I am psychic, but I guess I'm just really good at reading people.
I laugh. "You just seem like you'd like purple. That, or yellow. I thought. And no, I hate cops."
She laughs. "Wow, yellow is my second favorite color. And me too."
"Damn, I'm good." I laugh and sit back on the couch.
"You are, you are." She says as she pours us both another shot. We take it.
Jeez, we're going to get shitfaced. Fast. I'm already feeling those other shots.
"Trying to get me shitfaced?" I laugh and place my hand over hers.
She laughs. "Oh, I wanna make you more than 'shitfaced'." Her words are dripping with sex appeal. She gets up onto her knees and straddles my waist. I gulp.
This girl will be the death of me.
I get really close to her face like I'm about to kiss her, and she closes her eyes in wait. "Oh, yeah?" I say in a deep, smooth, and husky voice onto her lips. She doesn't respond she just pushes her lips into mine. My cock gets hard almost instantly and punches at the fly of my jeans. I can immediately tell that she notices. She swipes her tongue across my bottom lip then takes it between her teeth. Goddamn. I take her lip between mine and nibble lightly. She lets out a light moan into my mouth. I clutch my hands at her hips then slide them up and down.. She shoves her tongue into my mouth and kisses me roughly. Her hands find my hair and pull lightly.
"You're so fucking sexy, Tyler." She mumbles into my mouth. Jesus. "I've wanted you inside me since the moment I saw you." Holy fuck.
"Uh." I moan deeply. I place both my hands on her ass, and rock her back and forth against my hard cock slowly to tease her and give us some of the friction we crave. She moves her head to my neck and whimpers in my ear. I groan softly and throw my head back.
She starts sucking and biting on my neck, making me moan. "You're the only guy I've ever wanted in my entire life." She mumbles into my neck. My eyes widen in shock but the pleasure overbears it.
I run my hands up her sides under her shirt and grab her boobs. Holy fuck. A perfect handful. I smile to myself and move my face to her neck and start licking. She giggles and I keep working on her neck. I make sure I leave a mark.
Mine.
She slides down off my lap and onto the floor on her knees. She starts to undo my pants but I stop her. "No." I say softly.
She looks up at me with large, hurt eyes. She has a confused expression on her face. I pull her up from underneath her arms and make her stand up.
"What are you doing?"
I don't answer her I just gently pick her up from underneath her knees, bride style. I pick up the bottle of Tequila in my hand behind her back and carry her to the bed. She giggles the whole way until I set her down gently so she's in a sitting position. "Why'd you grab the bottle?"
"You'll see, beautiful." I open the bottle and take a few swigs from it. Okay, more than a few.
"Jeez." She laughs and holds out her hand for me to give her the bottle. I don't refuse. I hand it to her and she takes a couple swigs of it.
I take the bottle out of her hand, and set it on the floor.
I slide her shirt over her head. She smiles to herself. I push her gently onto her back and lean my head down to her neck, sucking gently before trailing kisses down to her chest. I take one nipple in between my thumb and index finger and roll and punch while I suck and flick my tongue around her other nipple.
"Oh." She moans and grabs a hold of my hair. I lean up and place soft kisses all the way up to her mouth. She deepens the kiss by throwing her tongue in my mouth, circling and massaging my tongue with hers. I trail my hand down her stomach and to her pants. When I reach her pant-line her breathing hitches. I remove my lips from hers and lean up, pull her pajama bottoms down and off onto the floor next to the bottle. I trail my eyes up and down her body.
Her skin is pure white and radiant. She's stunning.
I grab the bottle from beside the bed. "What are you doing?" She asks, and reaches her hand out as if to pull me to her. "I want you close to me." She whimpers.
I smile widely and look at her lustfully. Her eyes light up like a light bulb just turned on in her head.
I run my finger around her belly button in a circle motion. Her breathing starts to get louder and heavier. I pour some tequila in her belly button and I look up to see her eyes are wide, dark, and lustful. I give her a smirk and move my head down to her belly button. I look into her eyes while I suck the tequila off her stomach and run my finger up in down her wet slit. She moans and throws her head back. I lick all the way up her stomach to her left boob. I suck on her nipple and circle my tongue around it. I can feel her heart under my tongue it's beating so hard.
"Did you like that? Do you want more?" I ask in a sensual tone.
"Mmm." Is her response. I'll take that as a yes.
I lean back and pour some more in her belly button and set the bottle on the floor. This time as I suck it off her stomach I rub vigorously at her aroused clit.
"Oh, fuck!" She screams and bucks her hips in the air and arches her back, a small drop of tequila runs up her stomach and in between her boobs.
Her body is so hot underneath mine as I lick the trailed drop off her I thought it would have evaporated by now.
I'm so turned on my dick is rock hard and begging to be inside of her. I move my hand down to the panty-line of her underwear and tug to tease her. She's breathing deeply. I need to feel her. Taste her. I pull down her underwear and throw them on the floor, probably a little faster than I realize.
Her pussy isn't bare, it's trimmed with a V right above her clit.
That's so fucking sexy.
I take two fingers to her pussy lips and glide them in-between to feel her wetness once again. She's even more wet than before.
"Uh!" She moans. "Please." She begs breathless.
Holy fuck. I feel my dick twitch in response. "You're so wet for me, Mallory." I smile.
"You.. do that.. to me." She pants. I glide a finger inside of her. "Tyler!" She screams and bunches my shirt in her hand at my shoulder.
Jesus.
"Wait." Huh?
I look at her in question. "I wanna do a shot off you, sexy." She says softly. breathlessly, and out of no where. I look into her bright green eyes that are full of lust and I can't say no to her. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.
"Alright." I give her a smirk and she lifts up onto her knees. She grabs the bottle, sets it in between her thighs, and pulls off my shirt. She throws it into the pile of her clothes. She looks up and down my chest. "Ugh, god." She says, looking at my chest, and clenches her legs tightly around the bottle. Fuck, that's hot. She runs her hand from my chest to right above my pant-line, and back up. She kisses my tattoo, then kisses and licks all around my chest, and along my collarbone. I moan lightly.
"Lay down." She instructs in a sexy tone which makes my body hum in response. She sets her hand on my chest and pushes lightly and I fall back. She unbuttons my pants, pulls them down and throws them. She runs her hand from my chest down to my boxers. "God," she whispers. "You're so beautiful."
Beautiful? She thinks I'm beautiful?
I laugh lightly. "You're the beautiful one."
She laughs and pours the tequila in my belly button. She's shaky and it overflows and starts to run down my side. It kind of tickles. She quickly licks it up-which tickles even more, making me laugh, then sucks the rest out. Her tongue feels so goddamn good on me. I want it all over me. She sets the bottle on the floor then starts to suck lightly and lick at my stomach beside my belly button. Which makes me let out another moan. Her hands are running up and down my sides, while my hands are in her hair.
I want her. I want to taste her. I want to feel her, be inside of her. But I can't. It's too early to take her.
I lift up and gently set her on her back. She looks kind of confused and I smile at her. I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. She presses into my kiss and holds it firm. My hearts racing. I run my hand down her side and slide my fingers between her pussy lips. We moan in unison behind our kiss and I gently start rubbing her clit. Her moaning is loud and I push my tongue in her mouth and kiss her passionately. One hand finds my hair and is pulling lightly while the other is placed around my neck. I can feel the electricity shooting between the two of us, it could start a fucking fire. I slide two fingers inside her.
"Holy fuck!" She screams. It makes my cock twitch.
She's so fucking sexy. Goddamn.
I continue to glide my fingers in and out of her, slowly and gently, then hard and fast. "Oh, God. Tyler. Fuck." She screams. "You feel so fucking good."
I shove my face in her hair. "You like that?" I breathe in her ear.
"Mmm. Fuck yeah." She responds. I move down to her neck and lick and flick my tongue. My fingers still pounding in and out of her. I remove them gently and her breathing hitches, with a moan of disappointment.
I trail kisses from her neck, all the way down to her pussy. I kiss and suck at her clit. She tastes so fucking sweet. She moans and bucks her hips up in pleasure. "Fuck." She breaths.
While I lick and suck at her clit I glide my two fingers back inside of her. "Oh my fucking God, Tyler." She moans loudly as I pound my fingers inside of her and suck on her delicious pussy.
"You taste so fucking good, Mallory." I breathe as I come up for air.
"Uh!" She moans in response. She's moving her hips against my fingers, fucking them. I curl my fingers inside of her to hit her sweet spot and she moans loudly. "I want you inside of me, Tyler." She says breathlessly.
Holyyy fuck.
My dick twitches in response and I grunt instinctively.
Fuck, I want to. But, I don't feel tonight is the right night. I want tonight to be all about her.
"Tonight is all about you." I say, looking into her heavy-lidded, hungry eyes. "I want you to come all over my fingers, beautiful." I see her eyes widen but the pleasure from my fingers is overpowering her inner battle. Instead, I glide a third finger inside of her.
"Fuck, Tyler! Oh my God!" She screams in pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck!"
I smile and bring my lips to hers while I pound my fingers in and out of her. I kiss her with passion, not letting her moan out loud, to tease her. I swirl my tongue around hers then pull away. "Now you can scream."
I pull my fingers out of her pussy slowly and I quickly move my mouth to her pussy and nibble and flick my tongue at her swollen, hot clit.
My dick is so hard at this point it's actually painful. I want to be inside of her so badly. I want to show her what it's like to have sex with someone you care about. Show her how passionate having sex can be. But, I also want to wait, let the passion build up inside until we can't take it anymore.
She has her legs squeezing my head and shes thrashing around and bucking her hips in the air. "Oh. Fuck, Tyler! You feel too fucking good." she screams.
Every word, every moan, every scream, is music to my ears.
I lick faster and harder while her legs get tighter and tighter, and she's shaking with pleasure. "Oh my God, I'm so close! I'm..I'm.." Her breathing is shallow and unsteady. "Tyler!" She screams and throws her head back.
Fuck, hearing her say my name when she's coming is fucking...the most amazing thing I've ever heard...ever.
I feel her legs start to shake violently and shes moaning so loud I'm sure the neighbors can hear her. I stick three fingers back inside her and her pussy is tighter than it was before, constricting against my fingers. I pound my fingers inside of her and bring my face up to hers.
"Come for me, Mallory."
She moans loudly and I quickly smother it with a firm kiss. She's screaming behind our kiss and I feel her pussy start to pulse around my fingers and she comes undone. It feels sublime. Amazing. I couldn't be happier.
I pull my fingers out gently and lick all of her juices off my fingers. She stares at me like it's the most amazing thing she's ever seen. She's breathing heavily and trying to make a sentence but she can't. I smile to myself. I'll take that as a compliment. I thought I would be bad, considering I haven't done anything with a girl for two and a half years, and have never even eaten a girl out before, but everything comes so naturally with her.
Her breathing finally slows down. "I..that..that has never happened..before." She says as she pulls my head to her chest. Her heart is beating so fast and hard.
"What's never happened before?" I ask softly.
"I've never..uh..came before?" I lift my head up to look at her.
WHAT? She's a stripper and has sex daily..and has never came before? I find that hard to believe...
"What?" I ask as if I didn't hear her. "You have to be joking."
"No..not joking...and..no one has ever..eaten me out before." I feel her heart rate increase and her breathing pick up again.
"Really? They're crazy." I kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose. She blushes. "I'd do it every day if you asked me to."
"Really?" I see her beautiful green eyes light up and it makes me smile, and she smiles back gorgeously.
"You're so beautiful. Do you know that?"
She smiles and laughs lightly. "No. No I don't..You're the first person to ever call me that..too.." My mouth drops and I can't find any words to say. "You're the beautiful one." She says softly. I smile widely.
She said it again. "Guys aren't beautiful.."
She blushes. "You are." She runs a hand through her hair. "I mean, I'm not saying you look like a girl..you know.."
I smile. "I know."
She gently pushes me off and I roll onto my back. She gets up and straddles my waist, and leans her mouth down to my ear. "I want to feel you inside me, Tyler."
It makes my dick instantly punch upwards. She starts licking and nibbling on my neck and it feels incredible. I moan lightly.
She continues to suck and nibble on my neck.
"Come on, Tyler. I want you. Really bad." She whines. I want her just as fucking bad.
"Tonight was all about you, Mallory." I say and kiss her tenderly.
She kisses my mouth once again, then moves to my left cheek, forehead, right cheek, my nose, then my chin. "Well," She smiles. "If it's all about me, why can't I have what I want?"
Damn, she has a point there. God, how can I fucking say no? I don't want to make her feel bad. But I really want this to be special for her. We're drunk..that's not special.
"Why won't you fuck me?" She asks sadly. Fuck her? I don't want to 'fuck' her. I want to have meaning behind our sex. I never liked the term 'fucking'. It makes sex sound cheap.
"Mallory, I just think we should wait. It's not that I don't want to...I really do." I run my hand through her hair and move it out of her face. "We're drunk, that's not very special."
She looks extremely hurt and I don't want that.
"Mallory, please don't be sad. You'll understand when the time comes, that, it will be a lot more special..to the both of us..if we wait."
"I just...I want to fuck you. Why won't you fuck me? Please. You're the only person I've ever wanted.." How the fuck can I say no if I'm the only person she's ever wanted in her whole life? This is so hard..
"Do you trust me?"
She hesitates. "Y-yeah..I guess. I'm not the trusting type, people like to fuck me over." She gets off from straddling my waist and lays on my side. "But, I do trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone, besides my father." She says softly. Seriously? We've known each other not even two days and she trusts me more than anyone she's ever known? "I'm just hoping you're different." She says sadly.
"I wouldn't hurt you, Mallory."
"Why don't you want to fuck me? I just..I don't get it. I've never been turned down before.."
I just told her why..does she not get that I don't want to be like all the other guys she's had sex with?
"I want to get to know you, Mallory. We've known each other not even two days. That's why I invited you to the beach house. So we can get to know each other." I put my arm around her and pull her closer to me. She hitches her leg up over my waist. "I want it to mean more to you than just 'fucking'."
I think she deserves a better lifestyle. From what I know of her she's absolutely beautiful, sweet, nice to be around, and has amazing taste. I think she could do really well for herself. She may not see it. But I see something in her you don't see every day. Something amazing. And, I want to make her see it too. But the only way to do that, is to take this slow with her. Make her realize she's more than just what she thinks she is.
"But...why?" She asks confused.
"I don't mean to sound..gay..or anything..but I think we have something..real..ya know?"
"I'm just not used to this. This is all new to me..you'll have to teach me.." She looks away and plays the pillowcase.
I pull her by the chin so she looks at me. "This is all pretty new to me too. I've only had one girlfriend my entire life, and she was a bitch, and it wasn't a good, or long relationship. All I know is, I like being around you..and I'd like to get to know you more." A strand of hair is laying across her cheek. I move it over and put it behind her ear. "Get some sleep beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow." I start to get up and grab my clothes.
"Tyler?" I hear her whisper softly.
I don't answer I just turn to her questioningly.
"Will you...stay?" She wipes her eyes tiredly, but looks almost nervously. She's so cute.
"Of course." I put my shirt back on the floor and slide into bed. I lay on my side facing her. I pull the covers up and over us.
"I just..don't want to be alone.." She whispers almost inaudibly.
"Anything." I whisper back and put my arm around her. She places her arm around my waist and closes her eyes.
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