CHAPTER FIVE | JOSH
She was the prettiest thing I had ever seen, and that definitely wasn’t the whiskey talking.
She had long, dark brown hair streaked with strands of gold, big hazel eyes that held me prisoner, and plump pink lips that made me work for every smile and smirk. And don’t get me started on that body…
She was shaped like a perfect figure eight: round hips, the kind of ass that planets could orbit, and a perky pair of D-cups that looked fresher than a pair of Florida oranges.
Her body might have been shaped like a number ‘eight,’ but she was a perfect ‘ten’ all the way. She looked like Mila Kunis. No, scratch that. She made Mila Kunis look like her plain little sister.
And if her looks weren’t enough to keep me on my toes, that fucking tongue of hers sure was. She looked as sweet as a peach, but her attitude was as tart as a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade, minus the sugar.
She was stubborn, but so was I. We were winding each other up, fighting fire with fire, and then she surprised me with that kiss.
That fucking kiss...
I would have fucking devoured her right there on the dance floor…but this was my brother’s wedding, and I had already given Brady and his new bride enough grief.
So instead, I led her outside. We made it to the edge of the Pond House before I lost control and thrust her against the brick wall.
The light outside was dim, and the noise of the party was just a distant chatter, lost in the evening chorus of cicadas that purred through the night air.
Her back was pressed against the brick wall and her lips were like a magnet, drawing my mouth right back to hers.
“Just so you know,” she murmured between kisses. “This is just sex--”
I bit down on her bottom lip and she tilted her head backwards, melting onto the brick wall behind her.
I pushed my hand up through the slit in her skirt. My fingers went to the edge of her panties, from the front this time. She had made a mess of them… her juices had soaked straight through the fabric.
“Did I do this to you?” I asked. My fingers carved a ring around her clitoris, and my tongue mimicked the same pattern on the tip of her tongue.
“This is just sex,” she repeated breathlessly. “It doesn’t mean anything…”
“Ok, sure,” I agreed. “This is just sex.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, then she extended her pinky.
“Pinky promise?” she asked.
“Are you serious?” I scoffed. The last time someone asked me to make a ‘pinky promise,’ I was in grade school...
“Yes,” she swallowed. “Pinky promise that this is just sex.”
I rolled my eyes, but I hooked my pinky in hers.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked. “Pretending that you’re in control?”
“I am in control,” she insisted with an unconvincing gulp.
“Are you sure about that?” I slipped my fingers between her dripping wet slit and then, without warning, I thrust two digits into her trembling hole. Her insides spasmed around my knuckles and she sucked in a deep breath, bucking her hips towards me. Then, just as quickly, I slipped my hand away.
Her eyes shot open and she gaped up at me.
“Why did you stop?” she whimpered. Then her eyes darkened with understanding, and she pouted.
“Turn around,” I told her. She blinked up at me, but she slowly obeyed, turning so her back was facing me and her arms were braced against the brick wall.
“Lean back,” I whispered, gripping onto her hips and guiding her round ass back towards me. She glanced over her shoulder at me, gnawing down on her bottom lip.
“Relax,” I told her. Then I crouched down and reached under the hem of her skirt. I slid the fabric up, following the curves of her thighs. When I reached that melon of an ass, I bunched the skirt up and let it all pool in the small of her back, just above the small black triangle of her thong.
Her bare curves glowed in the moonlight, and my cock was burning a hole through the front of my pants.
I flicked open the fly of my pants, releasing some of the tension. Then I focused my attention back onto her.
I strung my finger under the triangle of visible thong at the top of her crack and tugged up, lifting the thin slip of fabric out of her damp crevice. I guided my finger along the curve of her ass, lifting as I went, until I reached her sticky center. Then I wrapped my hand around the ruined fabric beneath her crotch. I ripped the thong down her thighs, and she shivered when the air struck her bare pussy.
I ran my fingers along her slick, smooth skin. Her juices were flowing down her thighs like honey, and I couldn’t resist getting a taste. Gripping onto the backs of her thighs, I licked up the insides of her legs. I stopped just shy of her hot center.
Her entire body was trembling, and her palms were gripping onto the brick wall.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, panting desperately for my tongue to finish the job that I had started.
“You’re the boss,” I said. Then I jerked her hips backwards again, so her ass stuck even higher up into the air, and I buried my face in her pussy.
She moaned as my mouth consumed her engorged folds, lapping away the evidence of her desire. I ran my tongue around her entrance, testing the tight canal that would soon be wrapped around my cock. While I licked and prodded, I used my thumb and index finger to pinch her swollen clitoris through its fleshy hood.
She spread her legs further apart and arched her back, giving me access to every inch of her sex. I pinched her clit harder, then I splayed her lips apart with my knuckle and kneaded her bare bean with my fingertip.
Her knees buckled and her pussy clenched with orgasm. Fresh juice gushed from her insides, filling my mouth with her honey. I stretched my tongue over her hole and licked up every last drop of her climax, until I felt her knees buckle and her hands fall from the wall and clutch onto my shoulders.
She was like a ragdoll, limp and starry-eyed. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I flipped her around and pinned her back against the wall. Her eyes glanced down at the bulge in the front of my pants, and the sight was enough to knock a second wind into her.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and her hands got to work, liberating my throbbing shaft from my briefs. I grunted, feeling the static of her fingertips send bolts of heat through my dick.
When she finally managed to get me out of my briefs, her eyes went wide with shock. That wasn’t the first time I had gotten that reaction. Let’s just there was nothing ‘standard-issue’ about my firehose.
“Think you can handle it?” I grunted, tasting the tangy sweat that had formed on her neck.
She nodded, but I still felt her shiver when her fingers wrapped around my girth.
“Tell me how you want it, Boss,” I grinned. I gently bucked my hips towards her, forcing her thighs further apart and teasing her pounding slit with the length of my shaft. “You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded desperately as she trembled in my arms, and then she muttered the only word that she could manage in her state: “Now.”
I rolled my hips back and spread her lips apart with my fingers, then I plunged my length into her entrance with one thrust.
That first thrust was enough to do me in. She was tight…almost too tight. Her walls resisted, clamping around my girth. Her bare skin was too soft…like fucking liquid velvet.
She sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered -- pain? Pleasure? Both?
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she hissed, pinching her sharp nails into the back of my neck.
I thrust into her again. Her body started to soften. She moaned into my chest, her teeth biting into my skin through the white cotton.
My balls clenched up and all of heat in my body pooled in my pelvis, forming the massive load that was about to burst from my cock.
Pull out, I told myself. You’re not wearing a condom…you don’t know if this chick is on the pill. You have to pull out…
But then I felt her walls clench around my cock and her hips bucked towards me. I could feel the fire of her orgasm burning through her silky wet folds, and the sensation of her bare skin climaxing against mine was too much.
I lost control.
I felt the hot tingle of release as my cock filled her tight tunnel to the brim. Her body went still, hips extended, holding every inch of me inside of her as we both came.
I could have stayed inside of that sweet hole of hers forever, but I didn’t want to make a mess of her pretty dress, so I slid out and set her down gently.
“Holy shit,” she panted for breath, steadying herself against the wall. “That was…fucking amazing.”
“You’re fucking amazing,” I told her.
She blushed in the moonlight, but she couldn’t look me in the eye.
“We should get back inside,” she said. “Before someone notices that we’re missing…”
“We can’t have you going back in there like that,” I pointed out, eyeing the glistening wet juices -- hers and mine -- that were dripping down the insides of her thighs.
“There’s a bathroom over there,” she nodded back towards the Pond House.
“Ok. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“I’m fine on my own,” she insisted, her voice suddenly firm. “You go back inside. I’ll…meet you in there.”
“No way,” I frowned. “I’m not just going to leave you--”
“I’m fine,” she repeated firmly. “Really. Besides, it would look suspicious if you went into the ladies’ room with me.”
“Fair point,” I conceded. Then: “But I’ll see you back inside? I think you owe me a post-coital dance…”
“I’ll see you inside,” she said, fighting off the smile that was forming on her lips.
“Ok,” I smiled. I leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead, then I asked: “So…are you going to tell me your name?”
Her smile faded and she swallowed heavily.
“I thought we weren’t doing that whole ‘names, small talk, pretend-we-care’ thing…” she said.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I’d still like to know what to call you when I write about this in my diary later,” I teased.
Her face lightened into a tiny smile, but she didn’t answer my question. Instead, she said:
“I’ll see you inside, Fireman.”
Then she turned towards the building.
“Is that a pinky promise?” I called after her.
She just gave me a small wave over her shoulder as she walked away...