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“You’re shaking.” She pressed her body up against mine.
I gripped her hips to push her away, but my arms didn’t cooperate. Instead, they wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her to me. She was up on her toes. I slid a hand down over her ass and lifted her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her tits rubbed against my chest. Her thighs squeezed my hips. Her heat pressed into mine as my cock strained against my shorts.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered. Her lips against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. God, she felt so good. Too good. The panic subsided and the peace I craved was right here cradled in my arms. She ran her cheek along mine, while I rocked her in my arms. I squeezed her ass and she emitted the sexiest little moan. My cock twitched between us. She felt it too. She squeezed me between her legs and ran her hand over my head.
She laid small kisses along my neck, tilting her head to allow me to do the same. Our eyes met. Everything I ever wanted and needed was reflected in those eyes. All my guilt and insecurities, the fear of disappointing everyone in my life floated away. In those eyes, I was everything I wanted to be and everything she needed from me. I saw it plain as day.
She leaned in and licked her lips. She had the most inviting mouth. My gaze focused on the softest flesh as my other hand ran across her ass and squeezed. She ran her hands over my lips and I nipped at her fingers.
She yelped and did it again.
She giggled and my cock grew harder. I had to taste her. Taste those lips. I leaned in and touched them for a millisecond and pulled back. Ciara was having none of it. She gripped the back of my neck and placed her lips on mine. She pried my lips open with her tongue and explored. She had no idea she was poking the bear. Or maybe she did and didn’t care.
She reached between us to stroke my cock through my shorts. “Fuck,” I groaned as she continued to explore me with her mouth, her hands, her tongue. My legs wobbled. I walked us toward the bed, turned, and sat with her on my lap.
It spurred her on. She reached into my shorts; she knew exactly what she was doing. Her little hand wrapped around the head of my cock. I grunted. She didn’t move, she held me in her hand and squeezed in pulses. She pulled away from devouring my mouth and peeked down between us. I followed her gaze. The head of my cock poked out from the top of my shorts. She licked her lips and grinned like she’d found the secret. She tilted her head and looked up at me.
“Touch me.” She pressed her lips to my chest. I hadn’t realized my hands were at my side, like they were giving me one last chance to back out. “Please.”
With that plea, I lost all resistance.
I ran my hand under her dress. Her round, firm ass fit in one palm. I slid my other hand along her side and cupped her tits. They were big for someone with her frame. They were perfect. She squealed and stroked my cock. It felt too good. I was going to let it happen.
I had no will to fight it anymore.
CIARA
Ricky Lopez had his hand on my ass.
It was all my teenage fantasies come true in a matter of minutes. He was two seconds from self-destruct mode. I had to pull him back. I wasn’t the use your body as a weapon kind of girl, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I had to do what I had to do.
And, what I had was my hand on his cock. I pushed his shorts down his hips and took in all of him. His cock lay in my palm like a paperweight. I will never think of a paperweight the same way again.
I ran my hand up and down his shaft. He was bigger than I imagined, but not scary big. Not like porn star big. I squeezed the head and ran my hand back down to the base. His pubic hair was dark, but neat. I squeezed the head. Ricky groaned and rested his forehead on my shoulder. It wasn’t a groan of pleasure. More of a groan full of impending regret.
He didn’t regret it, did he? We hadn’t actually done anything yet.
I released him and placed my hands on his hips. I leaned against his chest and calmed my racing heart. I wanted him so bad, but I wanted him to want me too.
His hands fell away from my body, as his cock rubbed against my pussy. It wouldn’t take much for me to rock against him and get us both off. I wasn’t looking for a quick release, I wanted to be with him. For real in all ways.
I craned my neck to look into his eyes. He tapped his forehead against my shoulder.
Why was it so hard to know what he was thinking?
“Hey.”
He stopped and sat up straight like he had a rod up his back. “We can’t do this.” His rock-hard cock told me otherwise.
“What?”
He lifted me, sat me on the bed, and stood up.
“Why?” I stood up, but he pushed me back down and placed his hands on my thighs.
“We can’t,” he growled in my face. “Stop it, Ciara. Whatever fucked-up fantasy you got running in your head about you and me, you need to forget it. I’m not . . .”
“Not what?” I pushed him back with all my might. “You’re not what, Ricky?” I stood with my arms crossed over my chest. I could still feel his hands on me.
