Riveted

“Good. Because I plan on being there as much as possible in the next few days, that is when I’m not buried in all this sweetness you have waiting for me right here.” His fingers pumped in and out, trailing moisture in their wake and making me squirm. It was a simple caress but coming from him it felt like the first time I had ever been touched. “Been a lot of places over the last few years. Never found one where I wanted to stay.” His thumb pressed down on my throbbing clit and it made me want to scream. Acutely aware that his brother and father were somewhere not too far away I balled up a fist and shoved it in my mouth. My teeth sank into the skin hard enough to leave impressions, which made him chuckle. “I could stay right here, right where you are so pretty and pink forever. You can’t control the way you want me and that makes me feel like king of everything. I could convince myself that I belong between your legs, Dixie.”

My whole body was quaking as he felt me up and used his fingers to fuck me. He was watching everything, every little tick and movement. I’d never been under such intimate and intense scrutiny before. It made my blood feel too thick for my veins and it had all of my muscles quivering as my nerve endings popped and fizzled with awareness. He was driving me towards the edge relentlessly and he wanted to watch as he shoved me over. He was ushering me towards an orgasm that we both knew was going to be unforgettable and he had no plans to stop before I reached the breaking point.

With a fist still in my mouth and my legs shifting restlessly where they were propped up on his shoulders I couldn’t control my other hand from finding the tender tip of one of my breasts. My nipples were beaded little points that were starving for some kind of attention. I caught the turgid peak between my fingers and gave it a little tug. I felt the response all the way down to my toes and I heard Church growl low in his throat when the slippery channel he was torturing with his skilled touch spasmed and pulsed around his moving fingers. Clearly he liked that and wanted to see for himself what my pleasure tasted like.

Those thick, questing fingers disappeared only to be replaced by a probing and swirling tongue. I gasped into my hand as my fingers lost their ability to play and under the onslaught of sensation that followed his first lick. My back arched up and my thighs clamped down around the side of his head. His teeth grazed my clit with the softest bite I had ever felt and everything inside my body became nothing more than points of light that sparked and flickered where he touched and tasted. I was going to do exactly the same thing he claimed he regretted and waste my first shot at having him by coming in his very talented mouth. He seemed determined to even the playing field but I wanted him inside me, I wanted my body surrounding every inch of that impressive erection that was straining the front of his pants the first time he dropped me over the edge and into oblivion.

He was using the tip of his tongue to rapidly flick the distended flesh of my clit, so I had a hard time making words work when I told him to stop. Immediately his head lifted and he pulled back so that my legs fell off of his shoulders. I knew I had to move quickly before he got the wrong idea, so I gathered strength I didn’t have and stumbled from missing coordination as I slid off the edge of the bed and onto his lap. We stared at each other with chests heaving and I grabbed at his shirt and tried to get it off over his head. I sighed in delight when he did that thing that only guys seemed able to do by grabbing it in one hand at the back of his collar and yanking it off. My hands tingled in excitement as all that golden, perfectly imperfect flesh was bared to my greedy touch.

I lowered my head and grazed my lips over a particularly nasty scar that ran along the line of his collarbone.

“I want my first shot at having you to be me and you together. I want you inside of me. I want to know how we feel when we’re together.”

He made a noise that might have been a laugh, but then he put a hand on the side of my face and leaned in so that he could kiss me. All the desire I had for him was there on his lips. The way he made me want and the way he made me need slid across my mouth as he kissed me deep. My back was against the bed and the mattress moved with our weight as he pressed closer into me and reached for his leather jacket. I kissed him back as he fumbled around in the pockets and took my fill of tracing across all his bunching and flexing muscles as he held me on his lap and frantically looked for something in the dark.

The metallic wrapper of a condom glinted dimly but the flash of teeth as Church grinned at me shone like a thousand-watt bulb. It wasn’t a full smile, but it was something. There was no mistaking that this moment between us had him forgetting that he wasn’t the type of guy that grinned.

“I knew these would come in handy. Always pays off to be battle ready.” I wasn’t sure that I appreciated having sex with me compared to combat but I was too busy getting his pants undone and pulling out his rigid cock to engage in a war of words.

His erection pulsed heavy and hard in my hand. The head already slick with precum and pointing at me like it knew I had the perfect place for it to go. I circled the rounded flesh with my thumb and bit my bottom lip as it kicked eagerly in my hands. Church handed me the condom and I could see the golden part of his eyes gleaming at me. There was no going back to pretending that I was nothing more than his friend after this, not that I had done such a great job at pretending before I had his dick in my hands.

I ripped the foil packet open with my teeth and took the time to cover his considerable length. I was glad he was prepared because safe sex hadn’t even crossed my mind when I decided to jump into the oncoming disaster feetfirst. I’d like to think I had enough common sense that when it came to sealing the deal I would have held off until both of us were safe but he went to my head faster than a shot of tequila, so who’s to say I wouldn’t have made this already terrible decision even worse by not being able to say no even when I really, really needed to.