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Shit. It’s true that it’s good.
So good.
He circles my clitoris, sliding one finger, then two, into my drenched sex and I can’t hold back my breathless sounds. He plays with me, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, his fingers are moving in me, having fun with my desire. I just want him to take me right now. So, in a frenzy, I free my legs from my jeans and grab his cock. Spreading my bare thighs, I sit on the crates behind me and trap his lips. I jerk him off vigorously, sucking on one of his fingers which he slips between my lips. He growls, admiring my mouth, which tastes his index finger with lust.
“You are so sexy,” he says hoarsely. “You know that, right?”
I bite his finger and he takes advantage of this moment to sink completely between my thighs, in a measured thrust. We moan at the same time, without taking our eyes off each other. The feel of his cock inside me makes an emotion rise in my chest. A devastating thing, which tumbles down between my legs where it is buried. I close my eyes for a second, because It’s just much stronger than in my fantasies. The tension there is between us, this palpable atmosphere that has been gravitating for several days, this attraction that explodes a thousand times in this backyard without either him or me having anticipated it.
It feels surreal, yet when he pulls back and penetrates me even deeper, in a lustful moan, I know what’s happening is real. Him and me, here.
“Don’t you dare stop yourself,” I say, gasping.
“Or what,Scar?”
A smirk crosses his face and I sink my teeth into his lip, pulling at his hair. His deep laugh makes my clit vibrate.
“Take me harder,” I moan.
He kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe, then grabs my hips tightly to thrust in again. This time he doesn’t stop, continuing to enter and exit at a frantic pace. I barely hold on to the crates, my skin burned by the wood which rubs my buttocks with each penetration from Nolan. I lie down a little more, pulling on his T-shirt to force him to come on top of me.
“I have a better idea,” he says.
He straightens me up, wraps his arm around my waist and turns me, pressing my belly to the crates. His sex bumps against my buttocks and his mouth sticks to my ear.
“I want to take you like this. To admire your ass.”
“Do you have something to confess about my ass, Mr. Jones?”
“It drives me crazy.”
On these words, he wraps his hands around my hips as I place mine in front of me. The butt offered, I feel his glans open the entrance and then sink into my flesh. He moans. A hoarse and warm sound. A beastly thing that turns my belly. He penetrates me a first time slowly, then, unable to hold it any longer, he resumes his frantic and powerful assaults.
“I won’t last long, Scarlett.”
I want to tell him that I won’t either, but I can’t. My whole body is burning, my muscles are tensing, and the feeling between my thighs as Nolan thrusts into me relentlessly is divine. Stunning. I cum without expecting it. The orgasm is intoxicating, overwhelming, and I begin to shake in his armsuntil he collapses in turn in a liberating moan. I’m drenched in sweat, my heart is racing, and have a hard time trying to catch my breath. He pulls out of me and puts his pants back on after quickly removing the condom. I get up in my turn, legs wobbly, and get dressed, recovering my sneakers which fell to the ground during our embrace. Our eyes are locked, and it is only once dressed, out of our lethargy, that we both become aware of what we havereallyjust done.
I try a smile. He doesn’t react at all. His hair is messy, and his T-shirt got slightly wrinkled during the encounter. Except that here, I think he’s fighting a battle, an internal one this time, and I’m afraid to know what he’s going to let win.
Regret or acceptance.
“It was inevitable,” I say, trying to reassure him. “You and me, that!”
I nod towards the object of the crime. Crates full that might leave ugly marks on me for days. But fuck, the orgasm was worth all the pain in the world.
“It was a mistake,” he continues.
My heart tightens.
Regret.
“Inevitable, of course. But we have to stop now before it becomes more.”
I remain silent, crossing my arms to protect myself from my sudden urge to jump on his neck. To bring him back to a few minutes earlier, to see again in his eyes this desire, this want, this surge of passion that he satisfied with me.
This crazy thing.
“We never should have,” he continues. “The kiss, the couch, nowthis! It’s crazy. We’ve known each other since we were kids, Scar. You’re my best friend’s sister, we’re roommates. You and I is…”
