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Should I forget that gut feeling I just had and lock the door? If I do, I can lay in my bed for the night and forget it all. I can sleep off this feeling and meet tomorrow with a new outlook. Maybe even try and forget Whitley. Even thinking that makes me feel sick to my stomach. There is no way I would be able to forget him. Ever. He changed what I always thought was hard-wired within me. He brings out a new side of me—a side I want to keep exploring with him.
I don’t know what I am looking for when I open my fridge. Did I want to cook something? Did I want to drink a beer? I needed to do something to keep my hands and mind busy.I could look into the dark web and get lost in that whole underbelly of depravity again.But I don’t want to do that. I really do need to give my mind a break.Porn. I’ll watch porn.With my mind made up, I close the fridge. Right as I walk into my living room, there’s a powerful knock at the door. Goosebumps pimple my skin. Is it him? Is he home now? Or was he always home, and when I open the door, he was going to tell me the reason why he didn’t answer the door?
Is this how it’s going to be now? Me questioning it all because I’m so irrevocably obsessed with him.
“It’s a real-life Schrodinger’s cat situation,” I mumble to myself.
Before I can make a move, the door bursts open. Thank fuck I kept it unlocked, and my new door is still intact. That’s nothing compared to the man standing in the doorway. Whitley, in all his sexier-than-should-be-allowed self, is breathing hard. His chest is very clearly rising and falling—almost as if he is willing himself to calm down. He takes a step into my apartment. He looks almost feral in this state. He is completely lost in lust, and my cock screams at me to run to him and take him in my arms. I don’t even make it one step before he is kicking my door closed, sliding the lock, and charging his way to me.
“Whitley,” I whisper. But that’s all I get out. His hands are behind my head, and his lips crash onto mine. I don’t waste any time. I open for him, and his tongue invades my mouth. The pressure of his tongue and his hands has me moaning. He tastes like cinnamon caramel. He’s sweet with a spark of heat. He’s delicious. He pushes me back until I fall on the couch. His legs instantly straddle mine, and he pushes into my chest.
He moans into my mouth, and it turns me on even more. I want him so fucking much. My hands that were in his hair rub down his back. I use my blunt nails to scrape as much as I can into his back. When I get to the bottom of his shirt, I don’t hesitate. I grip it and pull it up. I pull myself away from him long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Once gone, my mouth latches on his nipple. I give it a decent suck and then nip it between my teeth, pulling back softly.
“Oh, fuck, Sandy.”
I smirk and pull back enough to get a good look at him.
His chest is covered in a light smattering of hair around the edges and his nipples. What probably should have thrown me off was his skin being covered in hair, but I found myself being even more turned on by it—especially over his sternum, where the hair is thicker. It travels down to his stomach and into his pants. I want to see more. His body is fucking gorgeous. Soft lines are accompanied by hard, sharp ones. His arms are really toned, and his shoulders? Fuck. I feel everywhere I can as I suck his other nipple harder than I had the other.
His hand tangles into my hair and he pushes himself further into my mouth, and I greedily accept it. I want more. When I unlatch myself, I sit up and grip the back of his head, bringing his mouth to me. I need to taste him again.
“Whitley. I need more. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I say as I bite his lip and suck it into my mouth. “Let me have you.”
“Fuck, yes. You can have me. Take whatever you want. I’m yours.”
With his permission, I grip his ass and twist us on the couch, so I am on top of him and in between his legs. I hump into him, and the friction causes us both to moan loudly. His moans are deep, husky, and fucking beautiful. His pleasure is so clear, and I want to be the reason he feels more. I want to always be the reason why he’s moaning like this. It’s so damn sexy. I can safely say that I have never been so turned on by a noise before. Moans always seemed so fake. Like the woman was trying too hard to give me what she thought I wanted. Whitley is expressing himself freely and naturally, telling me that I am doing something right.
My lips travel to his neck, and I suck it.
“Sandy,” he breathes out, and I nip his neck. I lick down his chest, and his hair does nothing to deter me. The fact that he is a solid, living man does nothing to stop me. When I get to his belly button, my tongue dips into it, giving him an idea of what I want to do with my cock. I get to his pants, and I stop for a moment just so I can make sure that this is what he wants. He must take my pause as me not wanting to do it.
“We don’t have to, Sandy. You can stop.”
I laugh and start pulling. “I was making sure you’re okay. Here’s what’s gonna happen, Whit. I’m gonna pull these off all the way.” I say as I pull them off and toss them. “I’m gonna suck your cock. I’m gonna be bad at it because I’ve never done it before, but then, I’m going to eat your ass until you lose your fucking mind and beg me to slam into your tight fucking hole.”
Before he can respond, my mouth is wrapped around the head of his cock. His body almost folds in half as he shouts out. His reaction only spurs me on more. I’ve never once in my life had a dick in my mouth. I’ve never thought about it. I know that I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do know what I like. So, I do what would get me there. I bob up and down and twirl my tongue around his head. I go down as far as I can and make myself gag around him, knowing that the sensation feels amazing.
“Fuck, Sandy. Yessss,” he drags out the s. “You positive you’ve never done this before?”
I pop off of him and smirk as I tug on his shaft, “Never. But I’ve done this a lot.” I drop my hand off his cock and grab under his hips. I pull him and shift his body, and his pretty pink hole is on display for me.
Delicious.
“San—”
My mouth covers his hole, and he lets out the most amazing moan. I look up at him, and he looks like he is in pure heaven. His face contorted in pleasure. I eat like I’ve been stranded on an island without nourishment. I pull his cheeks apart and stiffen my tongue. When I spear into his body, he lets out a hoarse cry. His hands are on my head, tugging at my hair while simultaneously pushing me further into his ass.
I get so lost in eating his ass that it takes me an embarrassing amount of time before I realize that I can make my dream about him come true. Refusing to lose this chance, I pull back, spit on his hole, and then penetrate him with my finger. I push it all the way in, and he lets out a slow moan. My mouth goes back to his ass, and I lube it up more. Wanting to make sure that he can take more of me.
“You want more? You want more of my fingers? You want to fuck my hand?”
“Yes. Fuck. Give me more. I can take it.”
“Oh, I’m sure you fucking can. This greedy hole of yours. You’re just waiting to suck all my fingers in, aren’t you? Pretend it’s my cock you’re fucking yourself on.”
