I place her in the passenger seat of my truck before darting around to the other side. After jumping into the driver’s seat, I fire up my engine, then reality dawns: I have no fucking clue where I'm going. Generally, I’d head to my companion’s house, but I don’t think Jenni’s dad would appreciate that. We could fool around in my truck, but I’d rather find a location that isn’t so dark and dingy. I’ve been dying for this day for months, so I don’t want anything to take away from it.
When I sneak a glance at Jenni, taking in her thrusting chest as she battles to secure a full breath, I break the very first rule in my player handbook.
* * *
Because it's nearly 11 PM, I’m not surprised to find my house plunged into darkness. My dad is an early riser, which typically means he’s fast asleep by no later than nine. After pulling into my usual parking space, I round my truck to help Jenni down. Instead of setting her on her feet like earlier, I keep her body flush with mine. We make it halfway to my house before I’m forced to reacquaint our lips. It’s been over twenty minutes since our kiss, so my mouth is missing her taste.
Fuck—she tastes good—as sweet as her beautiful face but as wicked as the sexy dress she’s wearing. She grins at my eagerness before returning my kiss with just as much intensity. Let me tell you, this girl knows how to kiss. We breathe as one while our tongues dance an erotic tango. It’s a fire-sparking kiss that has my dick attempting to break the zipper in my jeans.
Our fumble down the hallway is clumsy. We’re too busy kissing, groping, and fondling each other to watch where we’re going. It’s playful but not loud enough I’m worried about waking my father. He’s a heavy sleeper—thank god.
When we enter my room, I set Jenni on her feet before spinning around to close my door. My heart beeps in my throat when I notice my dad’s bedroom light flicking on. Our sneaky tiptoe down the hallway must not have been as quiet as I thought.
Struggling not to laugh, I shift on my feet to face Jenni. I have my index finger pushed against my lips, but she doesn’t see my wordless code to be quiet. She’s too busy absorbing my moderate-sized room to speak. Although my dad’s house is tiny compared to my mom’s, the bedrooms are a decent size. I have my own bathroom, and the kitchen is large enough to cook a meal suitable for two—three would be a stretch. It’s modest, but homey.
Jenni’s avid perusal of my room stops at my bookshelf. A selection of photo frames have caught her eye—one more than the others. After picking up a photo, she pivots to face me. “That’s the guy Emily was dancing with months ago, isn’t it?”
I nod. “Yeah, that's my brother, Isaac.”
When a beautiful pink hue creeps across her neck, my thoughts shift far away from my brother. While my eyes dance over her face, I remove the frame from her grasp and place it back on the shelf. The air crackles with sexual chemistry when I stare into her hooded gaze. “Do you want to do this?”
Her eyes are telling me yes, but I want to make sure she understands my intentions tonight. I know she isn’t drunk; she only had a sip of her wine, but I still want her complete approval for what I'm about to do.
She licks her lips before whispering, “Yes.”
When my fingers weave through her hair, she makes a low, moaning noise. It vibrates on my chest as we fall onto my bed, my hand reaching out to catch her halfway. The hem of her skirt bunches up high on her milky white thighs when I brace my knee between her legs to take in the entire picture. She’s so beautiful. Her hair looks lighter against the darkness of my bedding, and her lips are plump and begging to be kissed, but it’s the need in her eyes I’m paying the most attention to.
“Are you sure?” I double-check.
With a nod, she pulls my lips to hers by the back of my head. “Yes,” she whispers over my mouth before kissing me like she’s starved of my taste. When I trail my lips down her neck, her mouth parts to suck in much-needed breaths. The flush on her neck reflects the heat roaring through her body; she’s heated with anticipation.
As my lips drop to her erratically panting chest, I squeeze my dick, begging for it to calm down. I’m dying to be inside her, but I also want to take my time with her. I’ve been dreaming about this for months, and with the reality of her beneath me far exceeding my wildest dreams, I’m not going to rush this for anything or anyone.
I smooth out the wrinkle between her brows with my tongue. I trace it down the tiny ridges in her stomach before shifting it to the pasty, smooth skin on her thighs. My dick feels like a rock sitting behind my zipper when goosebumps follow the trek my tongue just took. I’ve not yet touched a section of her skin covered by clothes, and she’s still heating up for me. She’s hot and raring to go.
As I inch her skirt to her midsection and lower her panties down her thighs, I sneak a glance at her face. Her cheeks are flushed, matching the color of her lipstick, and her eyes are brimming with lust and fixed on me. When she rocks her hips upward, I smirk. I fucking love her eagerness, and I can’t wait to see what she looks like when she comes, but it doesn’t increase my speed in the slightest.
I play with her for a few minutes, teasing her to the point the wetness between her legs can’t be denied. Then, when she’s on the verge of begging, I do something I’ve being dying to do for months. I utterly devour her.
Her back arches off the bed as a throaty moan rips from her throat. Her thighs clamp around my head, shocked by my mouth’s sudden attachment to her pussy but also loving it.
Hell.
Heaven.
Bliss.
It all pumps through me when I consume her with hungry, well-timed licks, playful bites, and sucks strong enough she can’t stop whispering my name, but weak enough she won’t fall through a lust cloud until I want her to.
She weaves her fingers through my hair when I suck her clit into my mouth. She’s done waiting. She wants to come, and she wants to come now. I could hold her off a little longer, but since I’m dying to taste her arousal as much as she’s dying to come, I increase the pressure of my sucks before slipping two fingers inside her.
“Nick. . .” This call nearly has me coming undone. Fuck me, I’ve never heard a noise so perfect.
I kiss her pussy until her lips part and her eyes shut. It’s a rough, sloppy embrace that has my dick aching to sink inside her. I stop driving my fingers into her when the walls of her pussy clamp around me, and my name is purred from her throat in a long, shuddering moan.
I don’t think things can get any more perfect. . . until Jenni’s orgasm unleashes a tiger. Once she finishes shuddering, she crawls across the sticky sheets to free my cock from my jeans, then wraps her lips around my throbbing crown I close my eyes when the image of her red-painted lips inching down my stiff shaft becomes too much. She knows how to give head, so she’s seconds from making me look like a fool. I could come in her mouth right now. I would, if I were only here to get my rocks off. Tonight isn’t just about me. I want her to be as sexually satiated as I am.
After popping my eyes open, I gather Jenni’s hair to the side, then use it as leverage to slow her greedy pace. The image is better than anything I’ve been picturing the past four months. She peers up at me with wide, lusty eyes, like I’m her savior instead of the man who will most likely tear her apart.
