“You tired?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she replies.
She doesn’t look very tired, I note as I follow her to the bed. Her eyes are bright and there’s expectation in every line in her body. But expectation for what?
I get my answer when we reach the end of the bed and she whips around. I catch sight of her grin as she plants both her hands on my bare chest and pushes, and I fall backward, confused by this sudden turn of events. Then she climbs onto the bed, swings a leg over me and sits, straddling me.
My body instantly wakes in interest. I stare up at her, my mind moving sluggishly due to all the beer I’ve consumed and the late hour.
“Did you see Paige looking at you?” she murmurs, leaning down to nip at my jaw.
“No,” I gasp as she circles her hips, her thighs tight around my hips.
She grins.
“Good,” she says.
Then she presses her lips to mine, hungrily opening her mouth and tapping at mine with her tongue. Aroused by this turn of events, I open my own mouth and she swirls her tongue inside, sucking and lapping at my lips. Her hands slide up my chest, her nails scraping along my heating skin.
Shit, where the hell did this come from? I don’t know and I suddenly don’t care. Suddenly, Allison is on top of me, and that’s all that matters. Her body is moving against mine, her hands searching my skin, and all I can do is kiss her back and grip her hips while she steals the breath from me.
Eventually, we part, panting against each other. Her eyes are dilated with lust, and I’m sure I don’t look much better.
“Fuck, Allison,” I groan.
“That’s the plan,” Allison says with a sultry smile.
She slips off my lap and lands between my knees, her hands pushing them away from each other. For a moment I don’t know what she’s doing; my mind isn’t working at full capacity right now, still scrambling to catch up. She smiles up at me and reaches up to play with the zipper on my jeans, her palm pressing lightly against the hardness in my pants.
I groan and buck my hips upward, needing more pressure. Allison just moves her hand, grinning wickedly, before she leans forward and takes the zip in her teeth.
It’s fucking hot. All the breath escapes me as I watch her pull the zip down slowly, her chin brushing against my erection. Her hands grip my hips before I can buck again, holding me down, and it’s too much, too much.
She lets go before I can dive over the edge, desperate for release, and sits back. There’s an expression of concentration on her face as she lets go of my hips and fumbles with the button and my belt but, eventually, they both loosen and my jeans fall open. My penis, desperate to be free, juts out from the fly, straining against my boxers, already leaking.
“Patience, Kyle,” she purrs.
“Fuck patience,” I pant.
She laughs and slides my pants over my hips and down my legs, taking my boxers with them. She shifts backward so she can remove them completely, and then slides back between my legs. I’m now completely bare beneath her intense gaze.
I need something. My body is flushed and I’m too far gone to care what happens next. Seeing this, Allison grins at me and then reaches out to take my cock in a firm hold.
I groan, throwing my head back, at the sensation. She’s gripping it just hard enough to be tight, but not enough to be painful. She gives it a tug, and everything blurs for a moment.
Why am I so close the edge? I’ve been tense since Allison took her panties off, so long ago, feeling tight and uncomfortable, but I hadn’t realized just how desperate I was for her. Now she’s tugging on my dick, playing with the tip and pulling my release from me with just the twist of her wrist.
Then, suddenly, she stops. I raise my head, wondering what’s going to happen next. I catch sight of her ducking her head, and then the tip of my penis is encased in something wet and warm.
My brain shuts down. I buck upward before I can stop myself, but Allison, possibly expecting this, moves with me, licking at the tip and curling her tongue around the hard length of my penis. The world is spinning, overwhelmed with sensations and lust, leaving me with little else to do other than hold on to the covers beneath me.
“Fuck, oh shit, fuck…” I groan.
I reach out and tangle my hands in her hair as she slowly bobs her head up and down, slowly getting used to my penis being in her mouth. Her hands are on my hips again, preventing me from thrusting upward, and I groan again. I’m on fire now. There’s nothing more important in the world than Allison and what she’s doing.
Then she gives a tentative suck and I’m gone. I have just enough time to give a shout of warning, letting go of Allison’s hair, but she’s already moving, as though she had anticipated this. My release comes swiftly and I burst with lust, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on top of me.
After what seems like forever, my body relaxes onto the mattress beneath me. I try to catch my breath and I look up. Allison is standing now, looking ridiculously pleased with herself as she leans over me.