Chapter TWELVE
Stick
Scherri comes back from the hospital visit, smiling bravely when she meets my glance. I can see she's naturally upset about her Gran but there's something else in her eyes as well. All I want to do is haul her into my arms and hold her close. Until she knows that no matter what happens, I'll be here for her to lean on.
“Hi,” she greets me, way too casually, suspiciously casual. So her mother's eyes bat back and forth between us, trying to work out what's going on.
We struggle through the rest of the afternoon and then dinner. I can't refuse my dad wanting a beer together over Monday night football, but it's torture having Scherri sitting quietly with her hands in her lap. Forcing herself not to look at me.
“I think I'll go to bed,” she says. “It's been quite a big day.”
“Yeah, I'm sorry about your grandmother, Baby girl,” Dad jumps in before me. “She's had a real good run though.”
Jeez. Every time he opens his mouth, with all the best intentions, he manages to say something totally unhelpful. I see Scherri nod and bite down on her lip to stop the tears in her eyes spilling over.
I don't even make it through the last quarter. No sport in the world interests me more than Scherri's happiness. I can't bear to think of her up there in the roof all alone, biting back her sadness.
“You're leaving before the game's over?” Dad says, when I announce I'm ready to turn in as well. “What have you two being doing today that you're so tuckered out?”
I resist the urge to startle, and act casual. My training good for something at least. But Dad hasn't picked up on anything. It's just another of his throwaway remarks, thank fuck.
I head up to Scher's space, forcing myself not to take the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to see her. It's like we've been apart for years instead of a few hours. Maybe the years thing is more accurate, because I know, in that place inside where you just know certain things, that if she hadn't gone away (if I hadn't been a dick that refused to play social media) we'd have been together like this way back.
I find my girl with her arms hugging her knees and her face wrung with distress. She looks up at me but doesn't move from her position. So I pick her up exactly as she is, folded up into a ball like she'd like to disappear in on herself. She startles and grabs at me as I, take her position on the edge of the bed and set her down on my lap.
“You're crazy,” she smiles at last.
“So I'm told. Are you okay, babe. He didn't mean to upset you. He just doesn't think it through before he speaks.”
“It's not that. This thing, us, it's crazy.”
“That's a whole lot of crazy you got going on, baby. This thing feels perfectly natural to me, the furthest thing from cray.”
“We can't do this.”
“You sure?” I sound flippant because I know, in that certain place, absolutely for sure she doesn't mean it.
The heat pouring out of her is already intense. Her stretched clit on my thighs is pulsating against the muscle, inciting my cock to unravel in response. We're sitting here having a friendly chat but both of us are struggling with the quickened breath of desire. It's all I can do not to flip her over onto her knees and yank her nice girl dress up over her nice round ass.
Her tits are heaving up and down as she gasps at air, so delectable I run my hand up her body until I cup her face and tilt it up just a little more. Enough to reach down and cover her mouth with mine. Her mouth explodes in response. Her hands grapple at my shoulders, dragging me to her as she licks across my tongue like she's starved. I wanna tell her 'slow down' but it's out of the question.
My desire to rip her panties down her thighs and slide my granite hard dick inside her slick hole is unbearable. She's already tearing at my sweats, trying to release the bastard. Then her little hand shoves beneath the elastic and hooks out the burning hot rod.
“My god,” she whispers. Her lashes fluttering with the wide stretch of her eyes.
“And don't you forget it,” I joke, my voice rasping with need for her.
“I can't believe this, you, fit inside me.”
She takes my rod reverentially in both hands and smooths her soft palms along my length before rotating on the head. She captures the precum beading there and slides it down my shaft making me groan.
“Let me taste you,” she insists and shoves my knees wide to drop to the floor between them.
When her lips draw me in, light detonates at the corners of my mind and everything goes blank for an instant. Her mouth is wet and expressive as she laps her tongue across the underside of my big prick. Then she consumes me so expertly it's hard to imagine how she hasn't done this before.
Her tongue is everywhere, her hands at the base as her fingers stretch toward my sac. I let out a loud groan as her throat opens to take me all the way into her. My fingers thread into her hair to hold her head down on me and as she swallows her throat compresses the head and almost makes me unleash my load.
When she slides up the shaft to tease her tongue around the spongy head, I can't take it any longer. I need to be inside her. I pull her up off the floor, so she flies through the air, she's so light to me. Flipping her and pushing her down on her knees, I leap to my feet and yank her dress up, up her thighs then drag her pale pink panties down to her knees. Scherri on all fours is a fucking stupendous sight that gets my dick so raging hard it can only explode. My nuts are already taut inside my body and I need her tight tunnel hugging the length of me.
But I need a taste of her too. I drop to my knees, my dick standing up like a soldier between us, and slap my heavy palms down on her ass cheeks to pull her apart. Her pulsating pussy mouth is glistening with her juices and I lick up the crease, from her swollen clit, across her dripping wet hole, into her crevasse to her puckered rear hole. She squeaks and tenses when I lick out her ass. So I know that's another first for her. And I'm proud to be the one she's waited for.
Her resistance drops completely away and she starts to moan and beg me to fuck her. Her pleading is more than I can stand and I get to my feet and direct my throbbing dick at her spread hole.
“We can't do this,” she mewls. “Not here.”
But it's too late. My head at her entrance, cradled in her pulsating and dripping wet pussy mouth is too enticing. I'm boiling hot, ready to burst apart with the violent urge to be buried inside her tightness. With one vigorous thrust I slide along the length of her tunnel and she hitches out a gasp.
We both still for a second, with the overwhelming sensation of being this close. I'm inside the woman I've adored as long as I can remember. She feels so fucking amazing it takes my breath away. Then Scherri becomes a little wild thing, grinding down on me as she arches her back and begs me to fuck her hard.