Tonight, we’d come to Jacinda’s for dinner, and it’d started innocently with us sitting down to watch something on Netflix, but somehow, we’d moved toward each other at the same time.
I’d always laughed at the notion of Netflix and chill, but now I fucking loved it.
“I need more, Canon,” she breathed against my lips, grinding down on me and almost making me do something I hadn’t done since I was a teenager—come without intending to.
Look, every guy goes through it when they’re first starting out. Either it’s a wet dream, or you stumble across porn accidentally online, and boom, off it goes. I’d be willing to bet good money that it was rarer for it not to happen to a guy than it was for it to happen. But from the inexperience and the accidents came control, and I didn’t want to lose that again at this age.
“Baby, we need to stop,” I panted, gripping her hips to try and stop their movements.
I was so focused on doing it, I didn’t notice her hands undoing the button and zip on my jeans until the pressure across my hard-on lessened, bringing me immeasurable relief. That was until her small hand reached into my boxer briefs and wrapped around it, shooting me straight back to the edge I’d just fought myself back from.
My first thought was: fuck. My second was: holy shit, that piercing is fucking amazing. Even the slightest brush over it made it feel like I had a slight current going through my cock, and not in a bad way. The third was: did we really have to wait longer to do this?
“I don’t want to.”
It took me a second to remember what I’d just said that she could be replying to, but when I did, I smiled against her lips.
Be good—be bad? Usually it was a difficult choice in any situation, but I swear this one was harder than any of the others I’d encountered.
I desperately wanted to push her panties to the side and just impale her on my hard length, but would it be the wrong decision for us right now?
I was almost sure Jacinda still needed time to come to terms with me not having a problem about us not having kids. And she was important enough to me that I wouldn’t do anything to risk fucking us up.
Although, that didn’t mean she was thinking that way, too. The proof was when, almost like she’d been inside my brain only seconds ago, she nudged the gusset of her white lace panties to the side and shifted so that my cock was resting between the hot, slick lips of her pussy.
Feeling her wetness, my fingers spasmed on her hips as a deep groan burst out of me.
“Jacinda, baby, we—”
“We won’t go any further than this,” she promised me, already rolling her hips slightly and moving her core up and down me, coating me in its slickness. “We’ll—” she broke off, panting as the tip of my dick nudged her clit and her new piercing. “Oh, God. Do that again.”
Unable to say no to her when she asked me for anything—unless it was to leave her alone, obviously—I used my hold on her sides to help her sweep her lips up and down me, coating me from base to tip now. As I reached her clit, her piercing rubbed against mine, making me groan into her mouth.
Pulling my lips away, I slouched slightly and shifted my hips so I was farther down the seat of the sofa. I couldn’t take my gaze off the unbridled rapture on her face, but then the need to see what we looked like, my hard length enclosed by her folds, our piercings hitting the light at the same time, took over, and I looked down. As I watched, the tip of my cock periodically poked out and then disappeared again, coated in her wetness.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I croaked, licking my lips.
I wanted to taste her so badly.
When she tilted her head to look where I was, I gave in to the temptation and skimmed my left hand from her hip to her ass and down until I got to her weeping entrance. With my fingers ready, I waited for one of her downward glides, using the position to push them inside her silky sheath, and making her freeze in place as her head snapped up to look at me.
“I’m not taking it further,” I swore. “I just need—”
I broke off when she tipped her head back as I moved the digit in and out, stopping for a moment when I felt the little patch inside her that didn’t feel as silky smooth as the rest, and focusing my attention on it.
“God,” she whimpered, her thighs trembling against my own and her hands fisting in my t-shirt on either side of my ribs. “You didn’t even go searching for it.”