Overlooked(2)(35)

“Tell me. Did you run home and touch yourself after I first kissed you? Did I make you wet even then, when you were an innocent virgin?”

Goosebumps coat my skin.

“Did you think of my face when you came?”

A part moan, part cry of admission, flies from my mouth. My heart is beating fast, my breath shallow, I want to move, to push some of these overwhelming internal feelings out, but can’t. He has me where he wants me, and I can’t do anything.

Like he demands, my fingers work away at my clit, Lawson feeling every tap. My pussy is desperate for something in it: a finger, his dick, anything.

“Did you?”

“Uh-huh,” I admit.

“Before you knew my name?”

“Yes.” My tongue sticks on the s, hissing the word.

“How bad did you want me? Did you want me bursting through your innocence and filling you with my massive cock? Were you dreaming about all the things you wanted me to do to you?”

“Holy fuck, yes.” I’m so close, so fucking close.

“Is this how you touched yourself? When you thought of me? Dreamed of me fucking you until you forgot your own name? Did you think I’d be gentle with you? That my big cock wouldn’t rip you open? Do you know how fucking good my cock felt being wrapped in your tight pussy that first time? In the pussy that belongs to me?”

I scream so loud, Lawson puts his lips on mine to dampen the sound. My entire body pulsates at the orgasm radiates through me. My fingers go limp, but Lawson keeps them moving with his own.

Once my body calms, he takes his mouth away from mine.

“Let’s find out how wet you are now,” he says, pushing my fingers back down my slit to my entrance.

“Feel that,” he says, pushing my fingers into my opening, “Feel how wet you are just thinking about me. You’re dripping down to your knees. Just think what it’s going to be like when you come on my cock.”

Lawson puts his hands on my ribs, turns me and moves us the short distance from the wall to Kelso’s round bed. He nudges me, and I land on the bed. I roll onto my back, watching him.

His pants are open from before, and he strips the belt from them. My eyes widen, as he holds the belt in his hands while he sheds his pants. He’s now wearing boxers and his dress shirt, the sight alone is enough to send shivers over me.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you with it,” he says as he comes toward me with the belt in his hand. “Put your arms at your sides.”

I do as he says, my heart fluttering, wondering what he’s doing to me. He hadn’t done anything like this at his house. He slides the belt underneath me and buckles it, trapping my arms at my sides.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll need to be restrained.”

My thighs clench in anticipation. I watch as Lawson glances around the room. He grabs a leopard print scarf that’s been draped over the lamp and twirls it into a long, narrow piece of fabric.

Without saying anything, he lays the fabric across my eyes and fastens it behind my head. Blindfolded, I can no longer see him. Everything is instantly heightened as I try to anticipate what he is going to do next.

Lawson’s breath blows over my neck and down my front. I expect him to kiss my breasts, but instead his lips crush against mine. Our tongues twirl and explore each other’s mouths.

His mouth pushes hard against mine and, without warning, his fingers drive into me, pressing against my sensitive front wall, causing my hips to rock with the rapidly building tingling.

And just as fast, his fingers are gone. His mouth is gone. I turn my head, wondering where Lawson is and anticipating what he’s doing. There’s nothing for a moment, only the heavy sound of my breath.

The very tips of his fingers pinch both my nipples, sending a pulse directly to my core. I moan in delight at the sharpness of his touch.

Both his hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I spread my legs, urging his attention lower. Lawson makes a noise that I’m sure is accompanied by a smirk on his face.

His hands move to my thighs, pushing them into the bed. His hot breath blows over my lips. I can feel my wetness trickling down.

Lawson spreads my lips wide with his fingers, and the air is cool against my exposed parts. He licks over me, his tongue flicking at my clit and entrance, and then he traps my clit between each of his index fingers.

He pinches my clit as he rolls it back and forth in his fingertips. His tongue enters me, probing me at the same speed as his fingers. My body fills with fire. I’m building, building.

I’m desperate to move my hands, to hold his head. But the more I try to move, to free them, the more tangled I become. For some reason, the fact I can’t move fuels my excitement even more.