Get inside me
[tiger emoji]
rawr
I chuckle at her messages, watch them disappear from the app we’re using, and plot my escape. Gotta spend enough time here to appease the crowd, then when they start getting drunk enough to get fuzzy on the details of how the night went, I can bolt.
Arms hung over the necks of my boys, I laugh and joke the night away with them, until the speech starts to slur, the same stories get told for the second and third times tonight, and no one realizes that my cup hasn’t had any booze in it all evening long.
When I brush off another advance from Talia, Livvy is right behind her. She tries to corner me, take me up to my old room here, and I don’t know why I’m still here. I tag in a couple of guys they might not know too well yet, turn the girls over to them, not just to be a good wingman and bro, but to get all their eyes off me so I can gtfo.
I escape as quickly as possible and run to my Jeep, practically peeling out of the gated neighborhood, duffel bag in the back, and alotto look forward to tonight. Our first sleepover. A full night together, even if it’s starting later than I’d hoped it would. If I’m lucky, we can swing most of tomorrow together, as well. Sunday breakfast, maybe fool around in bed in the early morning, all that couple shit that sounds appealing for the first time in my life.
After a week of taking her with my mouth, my fingers, any way I can get her, I can’t wait to have the rest of her,allof her, finally. By the time I make it to her place, I’ve worked myself up planning out all the things I want to do to her, as soon as I’m out of this stupid fucking costume. Shoot her my usualheremessage, put that shit on airplane mode, and the door opens, but she’s not in front of it, waiting for me.
Squint my eyes, walk in, close and lock the door behind me, and then I spot her. Behind the door. Away from any eyes that might make their way into the house from the street. And I see why. Drop my bag and hat to the floor, my jaw follows it.
She’s in a costume herself. My own pin-up girl. Actually, though.
Standing there, trying not to cover herself up, I can see the restraint it’s taking her, the way her hand’s twitching at her side, reaching for her stomach, then stopping. Or maybe she just feels like she needs to start touching herself. I know I sure as fuck do.
Take her in, top to bottom. The way she’s curled her hair, made it look all old-fashioned. Face totally done-up, like usual, but not her usual look at all. It’s all retro, these red lips I want to see all over my body, watch that color smear as this night gets better and better.
I think it’s some sort of sailor type pin-up-girl costume, all white, two pieces. The top is stretched so tight across her tits I can’t believe it hasn’t burst. I’m about to from the sight of it. Short sleeves, tiny little thing, shows off so much of her. The top ends just below her tits, showing off her entire midsection, until the shorts take over. They’re also tiny, but they’re kinda high-waisted, come to just under her belly button, the way they’re cut, they’re fuckingmadefor curves like she’s got, a body like hers. One in a billion the way she fills that thing out. They’re the shortest things I’ve ever seen her in, smaller than even the pajamas she sometimes wears for our couch hangouts. Her legs go on and on, thick as hell, and at the end of them, she’s got these white heels on that also look vintage.
My eyes bounce up and down her entire getup, taking her in for as long as I can stand it before my brain kicks back into gear, where it stalled at the sight of her, froze, just spinning there, and I open my mouth.
“Fuck, Ellie. This for me?” I know the answer, but I wanna hear her say it.
She bites that lower lip, all that red, and nods her head, again with the shy thing. Gonna try to fuck it out of her, but won’t be mad if it doesn’t go away, either.
There’s music playing in the background, I don’t stop to register what it is. I just fall to my knees at her feet, ready to show her exactly how much I appreciate all the effort she put into turning herself into a walking wet dream for me; what I always tell her she reminds me of, and now it’s here, in the flesh.
She smiles at me at first, reaching a hand for me, and I take it in mine. “What are you doing? Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispers, tugging on my hand.
“Problem with that is,” I tell her, “I promised you you’d always come first with me. And we get into that room, I start stripping that little costume off you, I’m gonna take you, and I won’t be able to stop what happens from there. So we’re gonna get you off at least once or twice before that happens. So.” I tap her legs, one thigh at a time, and stare up at her insistently. “Spread for me, gorgeous.”
With how little she’s wearing, I watch that beautiful red bloom all over her chest, up her neck and into her face. See how her nipples harden, and as I lean closer to her, when I look up, all I see are curves. Soft femininity, those giant fucking tits hanging there, obscuring almost my entire view, but I can still see her eyes, the way she’s biting her lip harder now as she complies, widening her stance for me, watching on like she has no clue what’s going to happen next.
I settle in, sitting on my feet, and bringing my hands to the fabric that’s covering so little of her. Look back up at her eyes again as my fingers find the seam of her shorts, the center of her, reacquaint myself with the map of her, find true north.
“Gonna find out what you like best,” I tell her.
Dig my finger in right over her clit, fair bit of pressure. “If it’s when I press in here?”
Her eyes flutter shut, chest rises, doesn’t fall back down.
“Or do these tight little circles?” I move my finger in these tiny motions, right over that spot that’s made her break for me so many times already.
Her chest starts dropping and rising again, faster now.
“Maybe move up and down, or side to side?” I narrate what my hands are doing for her, trying different patterns and movements, registering her reactions. What makes her moan my name, her muscles start twitching uncontrollably.
“Or all around, like this?”
My teeth sink into my own lip as I watch her lose her hold on reality, the way she’s breathing in so deep through her nose, trying to keep her eyes on mine, but they keep closing on her when I hit a certain spot.
“What’s gonna make your legs shake the fastest, hmm?” I ask her. “Is it when I go…faster? Slower?”
