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Grabbing me by the back of the head, East curls his fingers into the strands of my hair with overwhelming passion, crashing his mouth to mine like he’s a man starved.
Making sure I don’t touch him anywhere that could hurt him, I hold myself up on one hand planted next to his head. His hips rise up as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, my lips, dueling with my tongue.
“I want to make you feel good, East.” My words are whispered against his panting mouth.
“You always make me feel good, V. Just being here is everything.” He really is a Saint among sinners.
With a wicked glint in my eye, I smile against his lips before giving him a lingering last kiss.
“Where are you going?” His voice is hoarse and if I weren’t a sinner I’d feel bad that I’m about to blow his mind while he’s trying to heal.
“Making sure you remember I was here.” Slowly, I lift one leg and kneel beside him as I push down the front of his sweats until his cock springs free. I’m surprised that he’s already hard for me, and when I look back at him he’s got a boyish grin on his beautiful face. “What can I say? You just being here makes me so fucking hard, V.”
Licking my lips, I kiss the top of his dick, licking along the slit, and revel in the sound of his groan. It’s like fuel to my already burning fire.
His hand moves to touch me but I swat it away.
“This is about you, East. It’s not about me.”
“Don’t you know, Octavia? For me, it’s always been about you. From the very beginning.”
His words make me weak, and matched with the longing on his face, I cave. I slide a little closer to his hand to allow him better access to my skin. I lean in and place my mouth over the head of his cock, sucking softly and caressing him with my tongue.
I lower my mouth until my nose is at his crotch and I’m gagging on his dick. Tears fill my eyes as I take him down before pulling back and wrapping my fingers around his shaft, spreading my saliva with every stroke I give him.
East snakes his hand under my uniform skirt and latches onto my panties, trying to pull me close enough that he can touch me. I give into him because, of course I do, and angle my body just enough for him to be able to touch my wet, aching pussy. His groan as he sinks one finger inside of me, tells me he needed to feel me as much I needed to have him in my mouth.
Harder and harder, I suck him into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper as I go. East rocks his hips up every time I bottom out, my throat opening up for his cock. The sounds I hear from him only make me want to give him more so I slide my hand down to his balls, rolling them in my hand, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from him. Every time he reacts to my touch it makes me even wetter and I know he can feel it because he adds another finger, and fuck me, it feels too good.
I should be worried about his wounds but all I can think about is making him feel good, and if making me feel good helps with that, I’m not about to deny either of us that.
I bob my head on his cock faster as he finger fucks me with greater force than before. We’re both panting as he tries to bring me to orgasm, and just like that he’s taken control of the situation I thought I was commanding. I guess this is what they mean by topping from the bottom.
With my mouth focused only on the head of his cock, I jack him off as I suck and lick and kiss the entire head of him. East’s movements become erratic, like he’s barely holding back.
“Give it to me, V.” I know what he wants and I can’t refuse him. Just as he slides the pad of his finger across my clit, I rub myself out on his finger all the while concentrating on using my mouth to bring him to climax. Holding his balls in my hand, I glide down his shaft and let it go as far as it can until I feel his head at the back of my throat, gagging again and not caring about the sounds I’m making.
“Gonna come, V.” His words are hoarse and the urgency in his voice is all I need to lose my self-control.
I can’t cry out but my entire body moves with the force of the orgasm he gives me just as he spills down my throat, the tangy taste of him coating my tongue.
I swallow every drop—because spitters are quitters—and slowly lick every inch of him clean before I kiss the top of his softening cock and pull his sweats back into place.
Turning to face him, I feel a blush coloring my cheeks when I see the goofy grin that makes him look like the boy I used to know, way back when things were less complicated.
“Best visit ever.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before he pops them out from between his lips and winks.
“Best snack ever,” I retort. As I’m trying to get off the bed, he shakes his head, grabbing me and pulling me closer to him.
“Don’t run away, V. Kiss me, first.”
And I do. I kiss him like I love him. With abandon and purity.
* * *
A night with East was exactly what we both needed. The others joined us after their meeting, but we didn’t speak about it. We just hung out like five friends, watching crappy movies and jabbing at the terrible action scenes.
I don’t think I’ve felt that much like a teenager in months. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that I’m only seventeen, that I’m supposed to be young and carefree, that life isn’t meant to be this much of a mess. This much chaos.
