Beneath The Skin(78)

The moment she’s gone, Brant sets down his glass and comes up to me quicker than a dog to a bone. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

“I’m thirsty,” I say back, taking a sip of my tea. Despite not being a fan of peaches, this tea is fucking amazing. Store brand …

“I want to come all over your tits,” he whispers, his mouth somewhere near my ear.

My whole body shivers with excitement, but I don’t let him see that. I coolly turn my face in his direction, briefly catching his lips with mine, then I pull back to stare into his eyes. “And I want you inside me. How are you going to come on my tits when you’re inside me?”

“I want inside you too. I want everything.”

“I want you to take off all your clothes right now and put yourself inside me.”

To that, Brant grins and moves to close the door and lock it.

“Why bother?” I catch his arm before he locks it, pulling him toward the bed. “Get naked.”

Brant blanches, his eyes wide. “But …”

“Is your ass too sore? I barely hit you.”

“Uh, no, like … uh …” He glances at the door, nervous.

“No one’s coming in,” I say with absolutely no certainty. I tug on his jeans, undoing the button as he stares down at it, wide-eyed and starting to breathe heavily. “And if someone does, you better not stop whatever it is you’ll be doing to me.”

“W-What?” he asks, distracted. “That’s … I can’t do it if—”

“Anyone could walk in,” I whisper, taunting him. “The fear of getting caught … It’s all so high school, isn’t it? Sneaking around?”

“Yes,” he rasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, I’m so hard.”

“We’re being bad. Both of us.” I grab his crotch with the jeans still on, squeezing a moan right out of him. “Maybe I need a spanking too.”

“Enough with s-s-s … s-spankings.”

I let him go and, with one yank, his pants drop to the carpet. I pull on his boxer briefs, which hug his thighs deliciously, until they slip down his knees, forgotten. What stands at full attention before me is all eight inches of Brant.

“I wonder if, like, maybe I …” Brant starts.

And then I push him, sending him on a backward plummet onto the bed. His cock bounces against his abs.

I crawl over him. “You wonder what?” I ask.

“Shit, Nell. I … I wonder if …”

My mouth lowers onto his cock, kissing the tip. He sighs with pleasure, staring at the ceiling and unable to finish his sentence. Responding to him, I smile, then let out my tongue, running it slowly from the base to the tip like a lollipop.

He lifts his head, staring at me with agony in his eyes. His cock flexes, likely just as much in agony.

“I wonder, too,” I say back, kiss his cock, then finish, “what you taste like.”

“Nell …”

Lowering my head, I take just an inch or two into my mouth. He gasps, his fingers digging into the sheets of the bed. Brant’s taste is clean and perfect.

So I take another inch.

I want more.

More, more, more.

My tongue flutters along the underside of his meat as I suck just the end of him in and out of my slippery, teasing mouth.

More …

“Fuuuuuck …”

Suddenly, he grips my hair.

Then he’s pulling me up and down the length of his cock, directing my head exactly where he wants it. As if by reflex, my hands cling to his sexy, dimpled hips and I let him have his way.

I’m not usually the one letting someone else take the wheel. But there is something about having him in my mouth that makes me feel so powerful, like I own him, like he’s at my mercy somehow.

Or maybe I’m at his mercy.

When he moans, I do too, casting vibrations from my mouth down the length of his pulsating dick. It only seems to inspire him to go faster. I can’t begin to describe how hot that makes me.

“I’m close,” he breathes, a warning.

“Inside me,” I pop off of his cock to demand.

Brant, my trained puppy whose horniness knows no end, slaps open a drawer by the bed, ripping out a long strip of condoms. He tears one off, rips it open, then casts the wrapper aside.

Before he even slips it on, he rises to his knees on the bed and grabs me, throwing me onto it next to him. I respond with a gasp of surprise as he grips my pants and pulls them with animal hunger. I hear a seam tear. He pulls again. Another seam. Maybe it’s my panties. Neither of us care.

And then he’s between my legs and rolling the condom down his long, ready length.

“I’m so fucking wet,” I can’t help but breathe out.