EIGHTEEN
Elijah
I barely remember drivingHartley back to her apartment. One minute we were on the dance floor and I was whispering that I wanted to mess up her hair and the next we were telling my parents goodnight and practically running for the door.
I drive as fast as I possibly can all the way back to Honey Peak. Hartley does her best to drive me out of my mind. She leans across the center console and whispers dirty words in my ear. She kisses trails up and down my neck, nibbling on my skin, on the ear of my lobe, until I’m sure that my zipper is permanently imprinted along the length of my cock.
The truck wheels squeal as I slam on the brakes outside of her place. I rip my seat belt off and hurry to help Hartley out of the truck. She grabs my hand, interlacing our fingers, and giggling as she leads me up the steps to her apartment.
We crash through the door as soon as she has it unlocked. My hands are tangled in her hair, messing it up just like I said I would.
I pull her closer to me, smothering her mouth with mine as we stumble our way toward her bedroom. She bumps into the couch and I know that we should pull apart and just run for the bed, but I can’t pull my mouth off of hers.
She moans and opens for me. I slip my tongue inside, tracing every ridge and recess of her mouth as I do my best to commit her taste to memory.
We reach the bedroom and fall down onto the mattress together. Hartley’s hands land on my shoulders and she pushes me onto my back before she moves to straddle me. My hands grip her lush ass and I pull her roughly against me, rubbing her against the ridge of my dick in my pants.
I’m so hard right now that I’m sure my cock is about to rip through my zipper. I can feel her hot center rubbing and down my length through the thin material of her dress. With each pass of her pussy along my dick, I grow harder, until it feels like if I don’t get inside of her, I’ll explode.
Hartley moans, throwing her head back and tipping her face up to the ceiling as she grinds against me. I’m pretty sure that all of the blood in my body has now drained to my dick. I need to come so badly.
My hands fumble with the zipper on the back of her dress and together we pull it over her head, exposing her ripe tits. My hands cup them as soon as they’re bared to my gaze and Hartley arches her back, pushing them farther into my palms.
She cries out as I lean forward, taking a nipple between my lips and sucking hard.
“You’re so fucking pretty. So pretty and so sweet,” I moan against her plump flesh.
My lips wrap around the stiff peak of her nipple and I tongue the bud until Hartley is a whimpering, quivering mess. She sags forward and I catch her, rolling her beneath me and taking her nipple back in my mouth.
“Eli,” Hartley says, her tone pleading and I know that she needs more.
It takes effort, but I pull my mouth away from her breasts and kiss my way down her body. Hartley’s legs are shaking and her whole body seems to vibrate as I settle between her curvy thighs.
Her pussy lips part, allowing me to see all of her. She’s so wet and pink. She’s tiny, and I wonder how I’m ever going to be able to fit inside of her. My cock leaks at the thought of trying, and I do my best to stop from humping the bed beneath me.
My mouth waters at the sight of her pale pink flesh spread out before me, and I know I need to taste her. I need to see if she’s as sweet as I’ve been imagining.
I dip my head, bringing me eye level with her dripping core. I can’t wait another second. I lick a path up her center, moaning as I lap up her sweet sugar. I don’t want to miss a drop.
I bury my face in her sweet pussy, getting lost in her scent and taste. Hartley’s thighs clamp down around my ears as I lick her, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling my tongue over the bundle of nerves.
“Eli!” Hartley cries out, her head thrashing on the pillow as she gets closer and closer to her first orgasm. “Don’t stop!” she begs me, and I double my efforts, driving her higher and higher.
As if I could.
I reach up, cupping her full breasts in my hands and rolling the peaks as I continue to lick her closer and closer to her release.
Her orgasm hits her suddenly. She screams, her whole body shaking as she comes against my lips and face.
I lick her through her peak, making sure to wring out every ounce of pleasure until she collapses back breathless on the bed.
Her eyes are dazed with lust and passion, and pride fills me at being the one to put that look on her face.
“Your turn,” she says, reaching for my belt buckle, but I stop her before she gets there.
“If you touch me right now, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Hartley looks confused for a second before recognition dawns in her eyes.