Page 106 of Taking Sides

I chuckle as I freeze and then lean back in position while she goes to the side of the bed and pulls open the drawer and grabs a foil wrapper. I’m not sure if her movements are intentionally slow or if I’m just so excited that it feels that way.

She tears open the wrapper and pulls out the condom, then finally climbs back on top of me. She wraps her hand around my base and strokes me slow and firm.

I start to reach out for her hips, but she puts that damn whistle to her mouth again. Her lips twist with a smirk like she knows exactly how frustratingly sexy she is.

“If you’re trying to make me come before I’m inside you, you’re doing a fantastic job,” I grit out as she leans down and kisses the head of my cock. Her lips are warm and soft and all I can think about is driving down her throat.

“Inside me like this?” she asks as she pulls back a bit. She’s still close enough that her words blow against my skin. Then she glides down over the length of me, taking me into her hot, wet mouth.

I take a chance that she’s too preoccupied to whistle me off and thread my fingers through her hair. I push it away from her face so I can watch as she continues to suck my cock.

I’m so far gone for this girl.

“Fuck, fuck,” I mutter as she swirls her tongue along my shaft. I don’t want her to stop, but if she keeps going much longer, I’m not going to be able to hold off. “So damn good, baby.”

She hums her appreciation for the nickname.

“Baby,” I say again.

The groan she lets out this time vibrates against my balls and a shudder travels through me.

Whitney pops off my dick and covers me with the condom. Her lips shine with wetness, and her cheeks are flushed with desire. Carefully, she lines my cock up exactly where she wants me. As I push into her cunt, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this kind of bliss.

My chest is tight like someone filled it with too much air, and my skin crackles with electricity from head to toe. Maybe I haven’t had enough sex to know all the ways it can be different with different people, but I’m certain this isn’t typical. It’s so much more than pleasure. I feel attached to her in ways I never dreamed I could connect to another person.

I’m in love with her. It can’t possibly be anything else.

Once I’m deep inside her, she pauses like she’s letting her body adjust. The way she squeezes around me is the best kind of torture. I hover between wanting her to move to ease the ache and hoping she stays just like this, so it never has to end.

My body is coiled so tightly that when she finally lifts her hips, my head falls back and I let out a deep, guttural growl. It’s too good. I’m so close already.

It’s only when the whistle blows again that I meet her stare through heavy lids. I start to make some quip about taking that thing away from her, but she beats me to it.

“Eyes on me, handsome.”

Fuck me. Like I could deny that.

She lets the whistle fall from those perfect lips. It jumps between her breasts with every bounce. I let her set the pace, holding back through gritted teeth and tightly clenched muscles.

When she’s close, her lashes fall. She fights to keep watching me as her orgasm hits. Then her movements turn jerky and she rides me faster, no longer able to keep her eyes open. Her mouth falls open. “Conrad.”

“I got you, baby.” I hold onto her hips and drive up into her, giving us both exactly what we need.

I come the same way she did, with her name on my lips. Whitney falls on top of my chest, breaths ragged and heart pounding against her chest. And that whistle knocking me in the face one last time.

I smile as I bring it to my lips and give it one last blow.

Whitney and I finally emerge from my room thirty minutes later. She’s dressed in jeans and a yellow sweater, and she used some sort of hot curling iron to put big waves into her hair. She also had on lip gloss at one point, but that’s mostly gone now. My bad.

D-Low is in the living room, scrolling on his phone.

“Hey,” I say when he looks up. “Is Erin here?”

“No.” He shakes his head, then asks, “Were you guys watching a movie or something?”

“Nah.” I sit on the couch and pull Whitney down to sit in front of me and wrap my arms around her from behind.

My buddy’s brows furrow slightly. “I thought I heard a whistle.”