The atmosphere is loaded, intimate, and if I’m honest, it feels a little dangerous. Need hums in the air between us like a collision we can’t escape asI slide my hands from her hair, pushing her bra straps down her shoulder.
‘It’s almost a shame to take something as pretty as this off.’
‘Do it.’ Her chest strains between us, and the way she moves tells me she’s desperate for the drag of material against her hard nipples, desperate for my touch. I blow a breath of air over the damp patch I’d made earlier, and she releases a taut little breath.
‘Stop teasing.’
‘That’s part of the fun.’
I move my hands to her back, unclipping her bra as Nell takes the opportunity of our proximity to push my shirt from my shoulders. It’s a joint effort from there to shuck me from the rest of my clothing, and a pleasure for me to watch her shimmy out of her underwear. Then we’re naked and pressed skin to skin.
‘Kiss my neck,’ I demand hoarsely. ‘Don’t stop until I tell you to.’
Tentative hands reach for my shoulders, her warm lips following. A press of lips. A touch of tongue. The graze of her teeth as her nipples brush my chest, making me groan.
‘Take me in your hand,’ I groan, bringing my palm to the back of her head, keeping her mouth on me. ‘Don’t stop.’
My inhalation is ragged as she runs her fingers along my cock from root to tip. And as she massages the dampness of my pre-cum from over my shaft, my thighs and abs tighten, my mouth going slack. ‘Yeah, like that. Harder.’
‘Because you like it a little rough,’ she repeats softly.
‘Yeah.’ Air moves through my lungs in sharp little bursts, disturbing her curls, then her hands find my pecs, her nails digging into my skin as she pushes me backward towards the bed. Before I can say another word, she’s bent at the waist, her lips between my legs.
‘Oh, fuck.’ The word sounds as though it’s been dragged from the depths of my belly as she works her tongue up, then down before inhaling my wide crown, and wrapping her pink lips around me, sinking down. ‘Oh, fuck, Nell, fuck!’ Her hand curled around where her mouth won’t reach, she begins to work me, all sloppy lips and wide, sliding tongue.
I lift my head from the mattress but can’t watch, the sight of her mouth stretched wide—her hollowed cheeks—almost tipping me over the edge.
‘Like this?’ Her mouth comes off me with a wetpop,my hips almost levitating off the bed to chase the sensation. I can barely speak, my language skills shot to hell as I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck to push her back down.
‘Please, Nell. Suck me off before I fucking explode.’ Pure wickedness crosses her expression as I drop my head, my arms spread wide across the bed in supplication. I give in, give up, all to her. ‘I thought you said you were no good at this.’ I gasp as she places her lips at the tip.A kiss. A lick.
‘Maybe it’s beginner’s luck,’ she replies, resting her palm on my thigh as she lowers her head fully again.
The noises she makes... it’s as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted as she tongues my shaft and glans, using cat-like licks to work my slit. And all the while, my thighs shake and my balls threaten to launch my load down the back of her throat like an Rapier missile.
‘Fuuck.’
She’s good—so fucking good—and my hands are in her wild hair again just so I can watch the slide of my cock in and out of her hot little mouth. Up and down, her mouth glides, her fingers gripping and twisting at the root.
‘Get up here, you ringer.’ I widen my splayed legs, resting on my elbow to hook my hand under one of her arms. She doesn’t need much encouragement, crawling up my body, delivering biting kisses as she moves.
‘What’s a ringer?’ she asks, her tone a touch triumphant as her lips reach mine.
‘Someone who pretends to be no good at something to gain an advantage.’
Her response is a burst of ringing laughter, her chest pressed against mine. ‘What advantage could I gain?’
‘You used my body under false pretences.’ As I smile into her kiss, I put my hands on her hips, guiding the hardness of my dick against her soaking wet pussy. ‘Did you use my body to get yourself off? You’re wet. Were you touching yourself, my delicious girl?’
‘Should I have been?’ Nell moans into my mouth as I bump her clit with the crown, my heart beating not only faster but harder for this girl.
‘Absolutely,’ I growl. ‘But only if I get to watch.’
Placing her hand on the underside of my dick, Nell rubs her pussy along its length. The sensation is part torture, part tease, and with each swipe, each catch in her breath, I’m sure I lose brain cells.
‘Sharingiscaring,’ she whimpers.
It takes a moment for her words to settle, and though I know she hadn’t meant it that way, the thought of sharing her with those Tinder pricks turns my stomach. But what other way can this go? What do I have to offer a girl like her?
