Fireball (Cheap Thrills 1)

The jersey material of his boxers made it hard for my fingers to meet, but to be honest I wasn’t even sure if they would, anyway. Apparently the size of his dick was in perfect ratio to his height, the size of his feet which were massive, and the size of his hands. I’d suspected it when we were in the pool, but now I had the proof (almost) right there.

Now that I’d had the thought, I needed to find out if my fingers could touch. I also wanted to know if he was as soft as he felt through his underwear. Trailing my fingertips up his length slowly, I moved to the elastic waistband and hooked my fingers under it. This was where I felt nervous – what if the elastic snapped out of my hand and caught his dick? That would hurt and completely ruin the mood, and if I didn’t get him inside me I’d explode. Vibrating Dave wasn’t going to fix the problem I had tonight.

Determined, I pulled it down, running my hand around the inside to make sure the rest of it had moved far enough down that it wouldn’t move back up into a cock snapping nightmare. When I was sure, I went back to the front and gave it a sharp tug, leaving it to rest under his balls.

Moving my hand back to where it had been before, I froze when I felt it. It wasn’t that my fingers didn’t meet that was the problem, it was that they weren’t even close. I couldn’t see it sure, but I would have been able to feel it if they were – and they were not.

“Keep squeezing like that, Tab, and we’re not going to get too far.” In my panic to get answers, I hadn’t realized that I was gripping him tightly and that my hand kept shifting each time I tried to touch my fingers together. Whoops!

The little devil on my shoulder made me do it again, intrigued by how far I could push him before he snapped. The catalyst for the snapping turned out to be the next squeeze.

I’d just tightened my hand when I lost my grip on his cock and his mouth from my nipple, as it moved to right between my legs. There was no noise, no skimming down my stomach, just the plop of my nipple as it left his mouth while he was still sucking it, and then my thighs were on his shoulders, and his tongue was sweeping up my center.

“Holy shit!” I gasped, my eyes opening to look into the darkness and hardly seeing anything.

I wasn’t a confident person, I didn’t stand in front of the mirror and see anything special, so sex in the dark shouldn’t have been a hardship. Except it was, it really fucking was. I wanted to look down and see his blonde hair between my legs, I wanted to see his blue eyes flick up at me as he licked like he was doing at that moment, I wanted to see the picture my thighs made resting on his shoulders.

With each touch heightened by the darkness, I drew the picture in my head instead. Every skim of his tongue felt different, his hands gently rubbing along the outside of my thighs then moving inward to open my legs wider felt a thousand times more intense. Then he moved his right hand up toward the top of my slit, his thumb delving between my folds to find my clit and finding it immediately as his tongue pushed into me.

There was something about that which made him groan, and I found out what it was right then. “You taste amazing,” he told me, stabbing his tongue back into me. “Fuck, Tab.”

It wasn’t flowery words, it wasn’t romantic – it was carnal and raw. The depth of his groan enhanced them, as did his determined flicks and jabs into me, while his thumb never stopped its gentle rubbing on the bundle of nerves once.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, flattening his tongue and licking right up me until it reached where his thumb was still circling. Swapping places with it, he latched onto my clit as his hand moved down toward my opening, before two fingers entered me, determined and confident as they zoomed right in on an area that had me tightening my thighs around his ears.

That thought made me panic. “You need to stop,” I croaked as the fingers rubbing inside me increased their pressure on the area. “If you keep going, I’m pretty certain…oh Jesus, do that again.” When he pressed down hard again at the same time as sucking my clit with more force, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my pelvis up toward him at the same time as my thighs tightened even more, reminding me of the problem. “If you keep doing that, my thighs are either going to crush your skull, or the top of your head will explode.” When he didn’t listen and instead upped his efforts, I lost what I was thinking of and let myself go over the edge.