Booty Call(17)

My cock is safely wedged between us, his wet tip angrily slapping my belly.

“You want me inside you, Ali?”

She winds her hands into my hair. “You know I do. You still got a virgin hang-up or something?”

I laugh, harsh and hollow. Or something. “You being a virgin isn’t a problem.”

She smirks. “I know it turns you on.” She licks her lips. “It turns me on, too. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want you to break me.”

“I’m not doing that to you. That’s not what sex is, Ali.”

“You going to teach me? I want to know every last dirty thing you know.”

“That’s why God invented Tumblr. You don’t need me to teach you.” My dick disagrees, and Ali makes this hungry little sound in her throat as my erection throbs between her legs.

She rocks down my length. Back up again. Then she stops and grabs my hands. She presses them to her hips, then slides them up to her breasts. I love her tits so much. They’re ripe and firm and surprisingly heavy.

They’re fucking womanly. She’s making a point. Has been making it, and I’ve been missing it, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t punched me for being stupid.

We’re both breathing hard, and she whispers my name. I jerk my attention from her nipples—can’t blame me, come on, they’re perfect—to her face.

“I’m not a kid,” she says softly. “I haven’t done this with anyone else because I’m kind of fucked up about sex and I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be ashamed, either, though, and I won’t let you turn me into some virginal innocent girl. Not unless it’s a game. Okay?”

None of this is okay, not really. But Ali? Fuck, there’s nothing wrong with her. I nod and move my hands of my own volition this time, cupping her face. “You aren’t fucked up about sex. And there’s nothing to be ashamed about between us.”

“Then why aren’t you inside me?” Her voice is soft and sweet, but strong.

She deserves the truth. “Because I’m the fucked up one. I’m having trouble separating fantasy from reality here, and trying to be a good guy.”

A smirk tells me my goal is way off the mark. “Get a condom on, mister. I want to have sex, and I want to have sex with you. I want you to call me a good girl and use all the dirty words, and when we’re done, I’m probably going to want to do it again.”

How the fuck can I say no to that?

I tumble her onto her back and reach for my pants on the floor. I roll the condom on as I crawl between her legs, but I don’t thrust into her yet. I enter her with my fingers first, watching her face as she takes one, then two. That’s fucking tight, but she’s bucking hard against me.

“Another one,” she breathes. “Stretch me wide. Get me ready.”

Ali’s no innocent. Gotta love the internet. I slowly add a third finger, and it’s too tight, but she presses against me until she can’t go any further, then I ease back. Before she can frown at me, I slide in again, getting past the knuckles this time.

When I pull out again, I wrap my hand around my cock, smearing her wetness on the condom.

She’s as ready as she’s going to get.





—seventeen—





Alison





My heart is pounding a mile a minute as I watch Scott press his erection against my pussy. I rock my hips, wanting him inside me with a restless impatience I can’t even handle, but then he shifts, and he’s inside me, just a little bit, and it’s ohmygod so much bigger than his fingers.

I cry out and he pauses. He doesn’t pull back, and he gets a gold star in de-virgining for that. He just looks at me and tells me how hot I am.

That helps.

I roll my hips, then plant my feet on the bed, but that tenses everything up.

“Shhh,” he says, shifting so more of his weight is on top of me. Oh, I like that.

He kisses me, his tongue coaxing mine out to play, and then, ever so slowly, he pushes inside me, pausing every time I tense to whisper something else. Bit by bit I open to him, and he presses inside until he’s filling me up.

I’m gasping for air by the time he’s buried to the root inside me, because I’ve never in my entire life felt anything like this.

I’m so full it hurts, but the hurt is so good, and I want him to do something, but I’m not sure what. Fuck me, probably.

I breathe his name, and he presses his hips into me. How is that possible, to get any deeper? But it is, and he does, and then he starts to pull out.

Before I can say something—no no no, maybe, or get back here, asshole, or don’t move, please—he thrusts all the way into me, making me scream. And then I know exactly what I want to say.

“Again. Oh my God, do that again.”

He grins, and does exactly that, dragging his cock out of me and driving it back in, tripping a bunch of really awesome nerve endings in both directions. I cling to him as he rocks into me, and when I start rolling my hips enthusiastically, he shifts positions, pushing up onto his knees.

He hauls me up with him, so my hips are off the bed and in his lap. I can’t move as he holds my thighs steady, and he feeds his cock back into me. This angle is even better, because I’m all relaxed and open to him, and deep inside, the thick, broad head of his erection is rubbing something that feels so, so good.

I’m going to explode.

I mean, I’m going to come, but in a new and scary way, and I think it’s a legit concern that I might actually burst into a million pieces.

People don’t actually die from sex, right? Not unless there are gerbils involved?

I’m probably safe. I hope I don’t actually explode. As soon as all those pieces of me slam back together, I’m going to want to do this again.

My hands roam onto my body. I want to touch him, too, but I can only reach his knee. But there’s another part of him I can touch. The part that’s ruthlessly spearing into me, over and over again. I slide my fingers over my mound. Holy shit, I’m wet. Well, that would be embarrassing if he wasn’t so hard. And huge.

All of that is inside me, I think as my fingers dance over his surging flesh. My touch centers all of my attention right there, where we’re joined. It feels good, but underneath the “holy shit full of feelings” reaction, there’s a burn, too. I’m going to be sore later.

That’s later’s problem.

“Touch yourself,” Scott rasps, and I jerk my gaze to his face. He’s watching, too.

“I’m touching you.”

“And I’m going to fill you up with come in a minute, so either touch that pretty little clit and make yourself come, or get that gorgeous hand out of the way so I can do it.”

Well. I grin and touch myself. “Like that?”

He groans. “Fuck yeah.”

“You like watching?”

He groans. Okay, he’s not one for talking right in the middle of sex.

I think I might be, though. We’ll have to test that out. “I got myself off in the shower, thinking about watching you jerk yourself off.”

Another groan, and his steady pace falters.

“I wanted to lick it up after—” I shriek as he shoves me…up the bed, sort of. I don’t know, exactly. One minute I was touching myself and he was above me, then he was on top of me and my hand is trapped between our bodies. His mouth is next to mine, sharing harsh, desperate breaths as he slams into me, harder and faster until I seize up around him.

With a few harsh jerks, he comes with me.

As my heart rate returns to normal, I realize I’ve bit him on the shoulder.

His hands are fused to my ass. He grabbed me so hard I might have bruises in the morning.

I can feel his heart thudding against mine.

Wow.

“So…” I say breathlessly. “Sex is kind of fun.”





—eighteen—





Scott





Ali is insatiable. Even though it’s her last month of classes and she’s got final papers and exams to study for, she’s texting me almost every night.

I’m not complaining. The sex is fantastic.

But that’s all we’re doing. At first her school work and my occasional trip back and forth to New York are good covers, but eventually I realize that…sex is really, genuinely all she wants.

I’m a fucking pussy, because I’m a little hurt by that. Which isn’t fair to women like Ali, who has managed to have a healthy sexual relationship right out of the gate, no strings attached. She could teach me a thing or two if I wasn’t such a stubborn idiot.

Instead, I decide to push the question and fuck up what is a perfect booty call relationship.

It’s been two days since I’ve been over there, so I’m guessing tonight she’s going to want a late night visit. I send a pre-emptive shot across the bow.





S: Studying late tonight? Want a dinner break?

A: I’ll get a sandwich at the cafeteria. But I’ll let you know when I’m done…





I let it go, and pick her up at the library at half-past ten, right on schedule. We go back to her place and she offers me ice cream, which leads to lick it off each other’s torsos and slow, amazing sex on a chair in the middle of her kitchen. She rides me and I lick the last bit of sweet cream off her tits.

It’s not until we’ve cleaned up and she’s packing me out the door that I remember that I’m irrationally grumpy about this.