That time, I really did see stars.
“Oh, God,” I cried out against his lips. “Oh, Zach. You make me feel…”
“Good?” he asked, his finger stopping to spin the opposite way.
“The best,” I confirmed.
He chuckled darkly against my lips, then pulled back.
“One chance.”
CHAPTER 14
Fuck Netflix. Some of you need to be binge watching your goddamn kids.
-Crockett upon observing a few of her customers
CROCKETT
I was confused. He’d not only stopped touching me completely, his limbs on either side of mine were situated in such a way that he did not touch me anywhere. But he was also speaking, making me use my brain, when all I wanted to do was feel.
“One chance, Fancy,” I agreed. “Now, get your pants off and put that cock I could feel pressing against me to use. Before I change my mind about doing it outside where anyone could walk out and see. Or hear.”
He grinned wickedly, his face turned slightly so that the spotlight at his back caught the pull of his cheek.
“I was saying that you had one chance to send me away,” he replied as he slowly went up onto his knees in the lounger. “But I guess I have your answer.”
He did have my answer.
He most assuredly did.
“I don’t have a condom,” I told him bluntly. “I don’t usually carry those around.”
“It’s okay. I do,” he promised. “Vagina doctor, here. I have those with me no matter what. Even if it’s to hand them out to random people and make sure that they have sex safely.”
That would amuse me.
Later.
For now, I was just glad he had something to sheathe his cock in so he could stick it inside of me.
He used the next couple of seconds to divest me of my underwear, pull his cock out of his pants, and then reach into his pocket for his wallet.
When he came back up, I knew that he had the wallet in his hand, and he was fumbling through it for the condom based on his mutterings.
It was dark in the yard, and there wasn’t a single thing that I could see beyond the floodlight at my front, practically pointing directly at us.
The light was so bright that even with my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I could still see the illumination.
Sadly, it meant that I could only see the shadow of his body.
Could only feel.
And boy, did I feel.
Zach was perfect everywhere. At least, he felt like he was.
When my hands ran up and down the length of his body, pausing briefly to circle his nipples, he growled and I heard the rip of foil.
Seconds later, I could feel his arms jerking as he slid the condom down over the length of his cock.
Then I heard the telltale snap of rubber and knew that his cock had just taken a beating.
“Is the condom okay?” I asked, breathless and worried that the night was about to end before it’d even started.
He cleared his throat.
“Nope.” He paused. “And I don’t have any more.”
I whined.
Literally, I whined.
There was no other name for what I did.
That had to be why I said what I said next.
“I’m clean.”
There was such a long pause as silence descended around us that I started to notice just how loud the crickets and cicadas were.
But still. None of that mattered.
Not where we were. Not who could hear me. Not what was around me. Not even the lack of condom.
I never thought that I’d be having sex with Zach. Let alone having sex with Zach on someone else’s lawn furniture, at someone else’s house, while hooked up to an IV.
But there I was, doing it.
“Zach,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He growled, his mouth running down the length of my throat, making my nipples pebble and my heart start knocking an erratic tattoo against my inner chest.
“You on birth control?” he asked, his cock hovering at my entrance, ready to push inside at the first indication that I was protected.
“Yes,” I breathed.
And then he was thrusting inside of me so hard that I saw stars.
I’d not seen his cock yet. Not in its entirety. Not with the light making that impossible.
But I could tell just by the burning stretch of my pussy around his cock that he was bigger than I’d ever had before.
I had very limited experience. One sexual encounter total. And he hadn’t made me feel the way Zach was making me feel.
I’d never been made to feel even half as much during the final act that Zach could make me feel with just a damn kiss.
Things after that got a little hazy.
I could focus on nothing but the way he was making me feel. The way his cock thrust inside of me, so hard and deep, that I felt like I could feel him in my soul.
Then there were his hands, roaming up and down the length of my body, plucking at my nipples. Tugging my hair. Ultimately making my body explode in added sensations.