Page 27 of Dirty Chorus

She gathers the shirt to her chest and brings it up to her nose, smelling it. “It smells sooo good.” She moans, and without warning her shirt goes flying, and she’s not wearing a bra.

It’s me storming into the church bathroom all over again. Choked up, my palms sweating, this time it’s a perfect pair of breasts right in front of me, with perky tan nipples. My mouth waters. When she notices I’m staring, I spin around on a heel and throw my forehead against the wall. My balls ache and tighten as my dick starts to swell. Calm down. Calm down.

“I’m going to take the couch. You can sleep in here...” I tell her and swallow the dry bulge in my throat. The pain of the tattoo is starting to creep back in. I don’t think common pain meds are going to help me sleep tonight.

“No... stay.” There’s a plop on the floor. Her skirt is kicked to the side and I hear each footstep. She’s coming over. I turn only slightly and spot her pretty pink toenails. Fuck me. I’m in so much trouble. She’s one big red flag and intoxicated in my bedroom. Without a doubt, I think she’s attempting to seduce me in some way, and yes, it’s working.

My heart pounds faster with each step she takes. She lightly runs a cold hand down my spine, and the idea of her digging her nails in my back is tempting. Her head presses against my skin, and I feel every breath leaving her lungs. Her soft breasts press against me, her nipples hard. I wanna touch them, suck on them, have her in my mouth. She’s so hot. I’m not with girls this gorgeous. My dick is going to murder me if I don’t pay attention to its needs.

“You should really sleep this off.” I say.

“I don’t want to,” she sighs and showers my back with light kisses. Her mouth is warm against my skin.

God, what the hell do I do?

“Kiss me...” she whispers, almost begging, clawing her nails into my skin.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Please... I want you to kiss me.”

I spin myself around, cupping her face, her cheeks puffy and crimson. I’m out of breath, but lean in. I can almost taste her intoxication. I take a deep breath, rubbing a thumb over her soft skin. My heart fractures open, and so does my mouth as I kiss her. I hesitate for half a second, waiting for her to slap me, but she pecks me lightly enough to give me permission. The tip of her tongue tangles with mine. I realize how warm mine is compared to how cold she is.

I cup the back of her head, and fist a handful of her hair, and when I pull, it causes her to let out a gasp. I hum under my breath as I part my lips. She stumbles back, letting out a satisfying groan. She’s aggressive, fighting with the button of my jeans. Somehow she not only manages to undo my pants, but she’s maneuvered herself where she’s backing me up into my bed frame. Once my legs hit the edge of the mattress, I plop down, and she doesn’t hesitate to crawl on top of my lap to straddle me. I scoot back with her squirming on my lap until I’m settled against the low headboard.

“Charlie... we–” She swallows my words with her lips, and my desire wins. I cup her ass with both hands, wanting to tear her silky undergarments in half. She’s softer than rose petals, and the tip of my dick aches worse than my freshly tattooed neck. Her long hair tumbles over her cheeks and showers my face as she brushes her lips against mine. I can’t help but squeeze her thighs, and she sighs hard into my mouth.

“Please...”

Wait, what? Is she begging?

“Fuck...Charlie...” She moves her ass relentlessly against my shaft and lets out a brittle moan.

“Do you want me?”

I stop her soft moans with another kiss, and she parts her mouth wide enough for me to explore and suck on her tongue. If she gave me permission, I wouldn’t hesitate to go further. Skip the first date – instead I’ll enjoy the way she tastes, relish how soft she is, and all the sounds she makes.

With each kiss, she moves her hips up and down. She’s trembling all over. Once she notices my dick is wide awake, she starts dry-humping me with no remorse. I can’t help but invite myself into uncharted territory, and my lips move down her neck. She breathes heavily into my ears as I bite and suck. When I reach her collarbone and kiss her, she moans, “Tell me, please.”

I’m at her breasts, wrapping my tongue around her hard nipples. She curses, bites her bottom lip and dips her head back and lets out harsh breaths. My legs are getting raw and sore from her grinding. It’s the pants. Lose the pants, dude. But I’m also a little preoccupied. I suck, lick and pull at her nipples until her legs tremble above me. A gasp escapes her windpipes and I quickly cover up the sound with my mouth.

Our lips moved in perfect tandem as we pushed and pulled each other for more. Her breaths come in harsh bursts between each lap of kisses. My lips are swollen and saturated with the taste of her. I haven’t been this hard in a while. I mean I’ve been hard, but this time it feels like I’m about to explode.

“Charlie...” I breathe into her neck as she humps my dick. Her undergarments have slipped to one side, exposing her swollen pussy begging for a man’s attention. I want nothing more than to run my fingers through her wetness.

“I want you,” she glides her lips against mine. “Please...” she begs into my ears and nibbles them too. “You said... you said I deserve better.”

I groan out, “I want this too, but...”

“Who cares about waiting anymore? It doesn’t do me any good. You won’t hurt me, right?”

My heart suddenly sinks and becomes sore. That’s the one thing I’m positive I would do. Hurt her.

“Charlie, I can’t... you... you need to sleep it off.” I carve a hand through her hair, fisting it into my hand. Her silver eyes meet mine in the darkness of my room, and I can see the raging pulse in her neck. “I’ll wait for you.” I kiss her. My lips are not even an inch from her mouth as I whisper, “but we have to stop.”

The devastation is written all over her face. I’m sure most guys wouldn’t hesitate to have her wrap her legs around them, but she’s drunk. I don’t think she understands what she’s doing. “I’ll take the couch,” I say.

Charlie’s eyes stray away from me. “Sorry... I’m sorry... I dunno what’s wrong with me.”