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“I want you to slide your pussy over my cock. This way, I get to play with your tits,” he tells me, his voice raspy and filled with desire.
His large hands on my hips begin my movements. My body is tense, but the minute I realise he won’t go inside me, I relax, overcome by the feel of him sliding over my sensitive clit.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, moving on my own.
With my eyes closed, I don’t see him move, but I do feel him when he reaches for my top, and in one rough movement, he has it around my waist, leaving me completely bare, with just a piece of material around my stomach. I cry out when I feel his hands cup my breasts.
The sound of us together is almost my undoing. It feels naughty. I’m getting wetter by the second, especially when his head touches my clit.
My stomach swirls as my hips move faster, rocking back and forth without abandon. It feels so good.
“CJ,” I cry, arching my chest into his hands.
“Fuck,” he growls, and I watch as he closes his eyes, panting heavily. “I don’t think I’m going last, Cupcake.”
Suddenly, it’s like my soul leaves my body as my stomach tenses, and I arch my back, screaming his name in ecstasy.
His hands abandon my chest and grip my hips, keeping them moving faster as each tidal wave of pleasure shoots through me.
He groans, his fingers tightening to the point I know they’ll leave bruises, just as warm liquid squirts all over my sex and his stomach. I’m already sensitive from my orgasm, but the second I grind myself over him, rubbing our come together, I shatter into a thousand pieces once more, before I fall against his chest.
I’m breathing heavily, my head lying on his hard pec, when he starts to laugh. Embarrassed, I tiredly meet his gaze and glare. “What?”
“It’s supposed to be your birthday, not mine.” He grins, running his fingers through my now messy hair.
I giggle, falling back onto his chest. “Best birthday ever.”
“I can’t wait to see what you have planned for mine,” he tells me in a hoarse voice, and I begin to laugh harder.
*** *** ***
I scream, jumping up and down in my living room filled with people.
CJ and I managed to leave my room this morning after we had showered together, which involved orgasms—two for me, one for him—and got dressed. I wanted to stay in bed, but I’m glad I didn’t.
The second we made it out of my room, the front door had opened and Willow and Cole walked in, carrying bags of breakfast from Mc Donald’s.
Rosie and Becca joined us, and that’s when presents were handed out.
Willow got me a frame with a dozen photos of us, Cole and CJ in. There were also a few with Rosie, Becca and Jordan. I loved it. I also loved the red blouse with black bow tie and black skirt she got me. It was perfect and I loved it.
Cole said he helped glue the pictures in and shrugged. It made me smile, so I hugged them both and thanked them.
Rosie and Becca got me an Amazon gift card worth fifty pounds. My eyes had watered as I thought of how many books I could buy with it. I was in heaven.
But it was CJ who had surprised me the most.
He got me the pair of black Converse I had seen in town when I went shopping with his mum. I loved them the minute I saw them, but I knew I couldn’t afford them with the allowance my dad was giving me. He’d give me more if I let him, but I wanted to be responsible and not rely on him. So, I walked away with a sad heart. His mum must have told him because they were now on my feet, the red, glittery rose on the side giving them colour. I also loved the red laces that went with them.
Then he handed me another bag, and my eyes watered as I opened it to reveal a cupcake-shaped pillow with the wordminewritten on it. I know he must have had someone make it personally for me, because I’ve never seen a pillow like this before. They were, without a doubt, the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received.
He also got me my favourite perfume, sweets, and a new pair of pink suspenders.
But what has me screaming like a banshee and jumping around the room, waving a piece of paper around, are the tickets he got me to the biggest book signing they do in the UK. It’s called Brits on Tour, and when I had tried to purchase the tickets for myself, they’d sold out. I was gutted and sad for days, because I knew this one was close by. All the others had been too far away, and I hated travelling, especially on my own.
“Oh, my God, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and kiss him. We’ve never been into PDA—well, not me at least—but knowing he went to all this trouble to get me the things I liked and would use, made me warm all over. I felt truly blessed and spoiled.
Only Willow has ever gotten me a gift so thoughtful, and with that, I burst into tears, shoving my face into his neck.
