He kisses me with passion, all of his feelings releasing in that kiss, and I try to remember that this is happening, like really happening. Honestly, I think it feels like a dream just as much for him as it does for me.
I feel like something snapped inside of me, and now I’m a whole new person. I caught him jerking off his cock, and I couldn’t handle the uncertainty and guessing anymore. I couldn’t handle holding myself back for another second. My body yearned for him, desperation leaking from my pores, so I said fuck it. I’ve wanted him for so long, and I just wanted to take what I want –who I want– once and for all. I was a little nervous that he wouldn’t want me, but in the back of my head, I knew the truth about what was happening between us. Learning that Jace has never fucked anyone just solidified it.
I have been waiting for him to make a move, to show me that he wants me, but I don’t know if he ever would have. I think he was too scared, too unsure of himself. I have been waiting for him to confess to wanting to fuck me, but I don’t even think he knows how to admit that. I’m not sure he knows how to move things from the friend zone into something more.
If I’m being honest with myself, I love knowing that I’m the first person that he has experienced this with. A primal part of me, deep inside, loves knowing that he has only ever been with me, that he is always going to remember this experience as his first time. I love knowing that I’m probably ruining him for anyone else, teasing him until he was fucking begging for me to finally let him cum.
I break the kiss, staring down at Jace, just for a second, soaking in the moment. I know he has already came twice, but I don’t feel done with him. I want more from him. I have so much planned for us tonight, and I don’t want it to stop now. I don’t know if I want it to stop at all.
“Have you ever eaten someone out, Jace?” I ask, bringing my mouth closer to his again, our lips grazing, just barely. I feel his body shake beneath me, and it sends a thrill up my spine. My pussy starts to throb with how desperately I want him, how desperately I want to ride his face, my heat and taste soaking his tongue.
He shakes his head, looking at me with wide eyes like I just opened up his entire world, and maybe I did. I let the pride float right up to my head, allowing it to inflate my ego enough to make me feel powerful, to make me feel in control.
“Use your words,” I insist, loving the way he listens to me, loving the way he holds onto every word I say as if they hold some secret he has been looking for. His eyes track my movement as I rise, my body no longer leaning over him.
“No,” he whispers, his voice coming out hoarse and shaky as he answers my question.
“Do you want to?” I ask, wanting to draw this out, wanting to make the anticipation drive him fucking insane.
“I have literally never wanted anything more than to taste your cunt on my tongue in my entire fucking life,” he mutters, his eyes holding promise and certainty, and those feelings rush straight to my core. “Let me taste you,“ he whispers, his eyes looking desperate. “Please,” he begs, and I feel my pussy throb, desperate to give in and give him what he wants, what we both want.
“Move your body down,” I say, my voice commanding, strong, powerful. He moves down a few inches, and I wave for him to move more, knowing I’m going to need more room for my legs if I sit on his face. Wetness pools between my legs even thinking about it, thinking about his tongue finding my clit and letting me grind against him, using him for my own pleasure.
He adjusts himself down far enough that I’m confident I will have room to do what I have planned, and I waste no time, needing to feel his tongue against my pussy more than I need to breathe.
I swing one of my legs across his chest, settling both my knees against his shoulders, placing my pussy directly above his mouth, giving him perfect access. His tongue juts out instantly, roughly sliding across my clit. His tongue is too stiff, and he moves it aimlessly, with no real rhyme or reason.
“Softer,” I coax, leaning forward and trying to angle myself for him, trying to show him what I want, what I need. He brings his hands up and wraps them around my ass, squeezing and kneading, pulling me closer to his mouth and bringing me deeper to his mouth. A moan rushes out of my mouth at the contact and his willingness to eat me out. In front of me, I see his cock get hard for the third time. I resist the urge to suck it, not knowing if he will be able to get hard after another orgasm.
His tongue keeps swiping back and forth, and I know his movements are unsure. I can feel the anxiety in his body, the need to please me but the uncertainty, the lack of experience showing.
“Just stick your tongue out, baby. I’m gonna show you how I like it,’ I say, knowing he needs this, knowing he needs me to show him what I want, and knowing that he gets off on it. I know that he gets off on how I use him for my own pleasure, taking everything I can get.
He holds his tongue against my clit, not too stiff and not too soft, and I grind my body back and forth, using his tongue to push myself closer to an orgasm. I grab his hands from my ass, bringing them up to my tits, sliding them under my tank top, letting him feel me completely. I feel his groan from under me, the sound causing a vibration against my clit that has me seeing stars already.
I look forward, watching his cock literally throb, a small pool of pre-cum gathering across his lower abdomen, right below his belly button, and the sight only heightens my pleasure. Knowing that he is getting off on this, knowing that he is leaking cum because he is so turned on while eating me out, makes me so fucking hot.
Jace squeezes my nipples between his fingers under my shirt, and I groan, feeling my orgasm start to build inside of me. He keeps my nipples between his fingers, adding pressure that makes my back arch. I keep riding his face, my orgasm inching closer and closer as I use his tongue, treating him like my own fuck toy.
“Fu-uck, that’s so good,” I gasp, my body moving without thought now, my orgasm so close, close enough that I can almost feel it. I feel Jace mutter a reply, but it is muffled by my pussy, but still, it sends more vibrations to my clit, making my entire body start to shake, pleasure making me completely lose control.
My back bends forward as I lose the ability to hold myself up as I get seconds away from cumming, rubbing my clit across his tongue, showing him exactly what I like. I feel his hands on my back before I even notice they left my tits, his warm fingers wrapping around my waist and holding me up. It is somehow romantic and erotic at the same time, and I feel myself fall over the edge, unable to hold back any longer.
Pleasure wraps its way around my entire body, dulling every single one of my senses. I don’t even feel like a real person for a moment, just a vessel for the pleasure ripping through it. The only thing I can think, process, and feel is the pleasure as my pussy pulses on Jace’s face, unable to hold back the sounds coming from my mouth.
I feel his tongue lapping me up, sucking and licking my pussy like his life depends on it. As if this moment is as good for him as it is for me. He seems to absorb pleasure from my body just like I do from him. I gain control of my legs and muscles, my vision coming back fuzzy at first, and I take in the scene in front of me.
Jace is still holding me up, his hands wrapped around my torso. My nails are dug into his arms as I use them to hold myself steady. My breathing comes out ragged as I try to catch my breath. He keeps licking, softer now, wringing all of the pleasure out of me.
I take a deep breath, and climb off, the cold air hitting my skin and making a chill run over my body. I stand up, my legs feeling wobbly as I try to catch my balance. I turn, facing Jace as he sits up in bed, resting his weight on his forearm, a dopey smile on his face as I brace myself for the comment that I know he is about to make.
“Can you stand?” he said, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. His voice is cocky, playful. It reminds me of the person I have been friends with for so long, the person that I don’t want to lose if this situation goes south. For the first time since I walked into this room, a small wave of doubt washes over me.
“What just happened?” Jace asks, his eyes looking at me with concern. I stare at him, in only a pajama top, my nipples still hard, my pussy practically dripping, and I feel exposed, like I just played all of my cards. He wipes his face, wiping away any remnants that I was there at all.
“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I mumble, not knowing what to do. I want Jace. I want him to feel what it is like to be inside of someone, what it feels like to fuck someone until both of you shatter completely, but I don’t want things between us to change. I don’t want to lose him in the process of this.
“It won’t ruin anything,” he says, his voice uncertain. We watch each other, the room filled with tension, both of us unsure of our next move, but the longer we sit there, the more I just want to let myself sink into him, finally giving all of myself.
At this point, we have come this far, and I don’t want to wake up tomorrow with any regrets left in this room. I want to give him everything, every piece of me. I want to try to make this work, even if it is doomed from the start. I want to let myself fall, completely free fall while we figure out what this means for us.
I rush forward, our lips crashing together as we consume each other, as we leave caution to the wind and just allow ourselves to be reckless, to finally have the freedom we have wanted for years.
I lean over him again, swinging my legs over his body so I can straddle him. His cock rests against my pussy, rock-hard and ready for me. Both of our bottom halves are bare, so it rests against me, but I don’t put it in. Instead, I just start sliding it against my cunt, getting it wet. The pool of pre-cum against his lower abdomen floods my clit with moisture, making it slick as I grind on his pelvis. I’m still sensitive since my last orgasm, and already, I feel another building inside of me.
I sit up straight, breaking our kiss, and take my top off, finally exposing my entire body to the cold air and to Jace’s gaze. He drinks my body in, his eyes seeming to get lost in me. He looks up and down, his eyes trailing me entirely, and then does it again, getting caught on my tits, on my hard nipples a few times, unable to take his gaze away.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jace?” I ask, my voice like honey, sweet and tempting. I lean over him, my hands resting on the bed right above his shoulders, and my tits resting only mere inches from his face.
The tip of his cock connects with my entrance, and I know that if I just moved my body down, he would be inside of me, but I wait, knowing I want him to be on the edge before he is allowed to fuck me, to feel my tight cunt wrapping around him.
“Y-yes,” he groans, his voice shaky, the desire in his voice obvious. He grasps the sheets again, probably not knowing where to put his hands, and one by one, I move them to my ass, letting him get a good feel. He groans, his head tipping back as he mutters curse words that I can barely hear.
“That didn’t sound very convincing. Maybe you don’t want it after all,” I say, my lip turning to a pout as I look into his eyes. His eyes panic at the prospect of me leaving him like this. I move my leg, as if I am going to get up and resist him, but his hands hold me steady.
“No, please,” he begs, his voice completely desperate, looking at me as if I hung the fucking moon. “I want this so fucking bad,” he pleads, his fingers digging into my ass as I settle myself back in his lap, his cock still against my cunt, my wetness slowly dripping down his cock.
“You want what?” I tease, needing to hear him say it. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I lean close, my tits against his chest, my lips against his ear, and my cunt against his cock. Our bodies are perfectly lined up, ready for him to take, but he waits, waits for me to tell him what to do.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his voice low, desire radiating through his entire body. His hips thrust, just barely, not enough to start fucking me, but just enough to make my pussy ache with desperation, lusting to have him inside of me. “I want you to fuck me,” he says, his eyes hopeful, hopeful that I will finally give in, give him what he wants. Instead, I tilt my head to the side, looking at him with my eyebrows raised.
“That’s not good enough,” I respond, moving to get off again, but this time he is ready for me and his hands pin me in place right on top of him.
“I want you to use this cock, use it to make yourself cum, and then fuck me until I cum inside of you. I want you dripping with my cum. I want to see it running down your leg after you’re done with me,” he says, his voice so fucking eager, so fucking rushed. I pretend to think about it, like I ever stood a chance of walking away. I wouldn’t have the ability to stop right now, not when we are so close to getting what we both want.
“Good boy,” I whisper in his ear, feeling him smile at my words before I sink his cock inside of me, taking it deep, as deep as I can.
