Blain

The dinner was better than I expected after Rox stopped making fun of me and instead spent her time talking to Joseph about his plans now that Tink is officially off the table.

I’d have laughed because she’s got an expressive face and did not take it well when he asked her out, but she winked at me once and I couldn’t do a thing but appreciate the effort she made.

Of course I’ll have to tell Ty all about how his secret crush was flirting with meat boy, using a lot of very dirty meat references that had Ian literally choking on his food half the night.

And Lizzie. She still hates me but at least tonight she only told me twice that I would burn in hell for corrupting her innocent baby. Tink laughed her butt off in the car and had me and Gray in stitches while she recounted the real tale of how Ian met Lizzie.

I laughed so hard I almost forgot the way my nuts were burning from the damned underpants.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call or come see you. I had to think,” Tink says quietly as soon as we step inside.

I want to reassure her and tell her it’s okay, but I’m desperate and can’t stay still another moment. Her eyes go wide as I start ripping clothes off and she squeaks when I tear at the underwear and release my dick, going for the freezer and the ice pack stashed inside.

My heartfelt groan when the cool settles on my sac is loud and by the time I feel human enough to think again I open my eyes to find her on the floor, laughing so hard she can’t speak.

“What…what happened…to your man…bag?”

This isn’t funny and I tell her so along with the question about people and polyester.

“Normal people wear it all the time, Blay. Honestly it’s no big deal.” She gasps, standing and falling into my lap.

The ice is melted, I have big nuts so of course it is and I toss the bag at the sink to wrap my arms around her. We’re sitting in my kitchen, I’m naked with Tink in my lap and I have never been happier.

But I am offended that she keeps laughing.

“I have a limited amount of body hair Tink. There is no buffer for the friction factor and the breathability of that burlap was zero. It gets warm down there too.” I complain, kissing her as she laughs puffs of air into my mouth.

“Oh poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?”

Oh hell yeah! Yes I do, I think, freezing to pull away and nod enthusiastically. Tink stills and goes all shy and I have to remind myself that she’s innocent and I can’t rush this.

“Tink-”

“I really want to touch you, Blay. And you know, other stuff. I’ve been thinking about you all week and it’s not a good thing to dream about you either because all I remembered was…stuff and it got me so hot.”

I gulp and try not to do something crass like throw her to the floor and stick my dick at her. That would be bad. It would feel good but it would be really bad for my campaign and-

“And I want you to teach me things. I, uh don’t know how to do this stuff but I want to you know and I want you to show me,” she says shyly, peeking up at me.

“You want to give me a blow job, Tink?” I groan, pulling her tighter.

“Yes.”

“Bedroom.”

It takes seconds of me running like a lunatic while she giggles to get us to the bedroom. I practically rip her clothes off, my finesse shot to hell but I stop once she’s naked and just stare. I saw her when I undressed her the night she was plastered but I’m not a pig. I didn’t look. At everything.

Give me a break I already had my mouth on her, of course I looked at her there, but I kept my eyes averted from her boobs because I’m capable of some decency.

Now though, that is all gone. Tink has phenomenal boobs. They’re round and firm with just the right amount of drop to tell me that her body grew them naturally and I am so turned on by the sight of her tight pink nipples that I want to fall to the floor in thanks.

“Tink.”

‘You like them?” she asks shyly and I swear I just came a little it’s so sweetly arousing.

I nod and swallow, finding my voice because I know that she needs reassurance, not some slavering animal who’s ready for just about anything she’ll let me do.

“I love your body. Your breasts are high and round and I like that you don’t have abs. I like that a lot, Tink. You have no idea how badly I want you.”

She looks down and smirks, trying to hide her gasp when she sees my dick. Yeah, he’s big. I can’t help it my father may be an asshole but he gives good genes. I don’t want her scared but she has to know that this is me and as far as I’m concerned it’s all she’ll have for the next seventy years at least.

I palm my dick and squeeze, letting her see how hard and long I am as I walk closer.

“You want me bad.” She breathes and I nod.

“I want you to touch me so much I’m scared I come the minute you do it. But I want it anyway because I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking you since the night of the party. I still remember how you taste Tink. You wanna know how I taste?”

I’m hopeful, I can’t help it and want to cry in joy when she licks her lips and nods once.

Okay. Go slow. I can do this, I tell myself when I take her hand and pull her to the bed, bringing her between my knees as I sit down on the edge. I want to reassure her again but Tink surprises me by dropping to her knees suddenly and grabbing onto me.

My groan is so loud it hurts when she starts running both hands over me and stroking in wonder.

“You’re so hard and smooth. Soft,” she whispers before leaning in to place a kiss on the tip.

“Shit. Hell. Ah that feels good baby.” I moan, throwing my head back when her tongue peeks out to taste the drop pooling in my slit.

Tink moans too and floors me when she looks up into my eyes while sliding her tongue around, sucking lightly on just the crown.

“Tell me.”

Tell her? I can hardly breathe it feels so good.

“Take me into your mouth and suck while you lower down. Take only what you can-fuck! That feels good Tink. Suck harder. Yes. No rub your tongue right there. Shit baby, shit, that’s so good.” I groan, almost coming when she pulls me all the way to the back of her throat and uses pressure before going back up.

I want to be a gentleman here but the heat and wet slide of her mouth make me feel so good I can’t help taking her hair and pushing into her, needing a harder stroke than her little mouth is giving.

She likes it though, I can smell her arousal as she starts bobbing her head faster, sucking and licking till the feel of impending orgasm forces me to pull away reluctantly.

“Don’t wanna come in your mouth, Tink,” I explain as I pull her onto the bed and roll her beneath me.

She’s nervous, doesn’t say a word, just opens her legs and pulls my hips into the cradle of her thigh, scorching me with her heat. The need to just thrust into her is strong but I quail it and lean down to take her mouth, kissing and licking into her until the tension drains from her, replaced by moans and the subtle writhing of her sex into mine.

She’s so wet, my dick slips and slides where it’s nestled between her folds, the soft skin torturing me in the best way. We kiss until I can hardly breathe but it’s so good that I only tear away from her when the tip of my dick hits her entrance and pokes in for the briefest second.

“Oh!”

I want in there. Now. Before I lose my mind but I can’t forget that she’s innocent and that preparing her is paramount to making this good for her. I want her soaked and so ready she doesn’t feel anything but the slightest twinge when I get in there.

So I abandon her mouth against my own needs and bend down, sucking her beautiful breasts into my mouth, one after the other. I nip, lick and suckle until the gush between her legs coats my cock.

I keep going, sliding over her clit the whole time until Tink is so needy she screams and pulls my hair, bringing my face up to hers.

“Do it. Now. Please. I’m burning,” she pleads, trying to shove her pussy onto me.

How the hell can I resist that, I think, shoving closer till the scorching heat of her sheath sucks at me and opens under my relentless pressure. It’s warm, wet and so tight when my tips pops in that I have to still my hips and just breathe, fighting the come already seething in my shaft.

It takes long but by the time I can move again it’s just me and Tink, eyes locked as I push in and keep going. Her hymen, when I reach it resists so I pull back slightly and butt into it again, an again, weakening the fragile skin with every stroke.

“Tink.”

“Keep going. Please.” She gasps, kissing me sweetly, once, twice before pulling back to lock eyes again.

My hips thrust just as she breathes out and I watch in wonder as her eyes close and a glorious smile lights her face.

“Fuck me Blay.”

That’s it! My hips take on a life of their own after that, pushing, thrusting, digging in so deep it feels like I’m part of Tink and she’s part of me. I want to say it’s romantic, that I’m better than I am but I can’t. I don’t love her in that moment because I can’t and she doesn’t want me to.

I claim her, ramming into her as she writhes under me, scratching her nails into my back and ass, urging me on. Need to come. Need it so bad it hurts when I look down at Tink and see her struggling to get there. Reaching down I slide a finger over her, playing her clit hard and fast, ruthlessly.

Her eyes go wide in minutes and I feel the moment she comes because she locks up all over, bows her back and screams my name as she orgasms, contracting, strangling my cock hard enough to wrench my come right out of me.

As we come together, a sweaty mess of liquids and tears I feel that last little piece slip into place.

“God I love you.”