I look toward the clock on our nightstand. “I'm not sure we have enough time.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick.” She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth as she continues to work it, her fist wrapped around the base.
It's unbelievable to think that Amber had never even given anyone a blowjob when she met me, because she is very, very good at giving them now. But apparently that's not what this quickie’s about.
She releases me, stands up and takes a step back, doing a spin so the bottom of her short dress flares around her. “How’s my outfit?” she asks.
Before I can answer, she bends over in front of me and flips her skirt up, showing me that she has nothing on underneath.
Her perfectly round ass and the flash of her pussy send even more blood rushing to my already hard cock. “Oh fuck,” I murmur.
“Yes, please. See what a nice girl I am, using my manners?” She smiles at me over her shoulder.
“Up against the wall.” My voice sounds desperate as if I haven't been laid in weeks, when actually we had sex twice yesterday, getting a head start on Amber’s graduation celebration.
This gorgeous woman is mine, and I’m hers — and I’ve never stopped being glad about it. When I remember the way I used to be, it almost feels like another person … but all those moments led me to this one.
I step forward and push her ahead of me until her hands are on the wall. I tug her hips toward me and she arches her back, showing me everything. She's swollen and glistening, ready for me.
Pushing back, Amber rubs against my cock, and it's a wonder I don't lose it right there. I love taking her like this and she knows it.
I reach around, pull down the front of her dress, find her nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She drops her head down and releases a long, low moan. I know what she likes too.
“Fuck me, Aidan.”
She doesn't need to ask twice. I take a moment to squeeze her ass before I spread her open, wet my cock in her juices, and push deep inside her.
I needed this. Of course I'll take any chance I get to be inside her, but sex with Amber soothes my nerves, and I need that with what I’ve got planned for later.
Amber
Oh god, it's always as good as the first time. How is that even possible?
Aidan fills me, physically and emotionally, and though he satisfies me completely, I can never get enough of him.
He has me pressed against the wall of our bedroom; I'm still in my dress, and his jeans are still around his hips. Even though we’re alone and in the privacy of our own little home, it feels like we're stealing a moment out in public.
“Just… like… that,” I cry as he bites the back of my neck and angles to drive deeper into me. “Yes… there… faster,” I beg. He pumps faster and harder, and I'm glad I've got the wall for support as he thrusts into me.
“You feel so good,” I cry.
“Come for me, babe. Come on my cock.” He kneads my breas
t with one hand and cups my pussy with the other. “I want to feel you come,” he growls in my ear. He finds my clit and presses it with his finger, his breath hot on my cheek as he says, “I'm about to come inside you.”
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I whimper.
“I'm gonna fill you up.”
Aidan’s words take me right over the edge. My walls clench around his pumping cock as my orgasm overtakes me. Pleasure flares in me, radiating from my center out to all points, making my legs numb with heat and my head light.
“Yes! Yes!” I cry, as the first climax sparks another. “So good.” I moan as Aidan starts to let go. He digs his fingers into my hips, stiffens inside me, then pumps his release, over and over, filling me just as he’d promised.
He collapses against me, and we rest for a moment, pressed together against the wall, his heart beating against my back, our breathing in sync. A knock on our front door startles us into action.
Aidan hastily slips his cock back into his pants and pulls on his shirt. “I’ll get it.”
As I clean up, I’m reminded of the first orgasm he gave me, up against the wall at the tutoring center. I smile, remembering how we were interrupted then too. There was so much I didn’t know about him then; so many misconceptions I had, thinking that he was only a bad boy rocker who would break my heart without even trying.
We’ve been together for three years now, and apart from the misunderstanding over Eric, he’s never hurt me or given me reason to doubt him. And he’s the hard worker he told me he was. I’m so proud of how far he’s come, building up his own design business. While he’s been getting that started, he does landscaping for our landlord and for other properties in the area, and performs with a blues band a few times a month.
Throwback is no more. Two of the guys split off to chase after fame. Aidan almost seemed relieved at first, but I could tell that he missed it. The new more laid-back situation seems to fit him perfectly, and he’s still sexy as hell onstage.
I brush my hair and listen to the voices in the house. It sounds like Aidan’s dad is our first arrival. After I put on lip gloss, I hear another knock and hurry out to find my mom and sister at the door.
“Hey, sweetie,” my mom says, giving me a big hug, even though I just saw her yesterday at commencement.
“C’mon in,” I say, ushering them through the house and out into the backyard. Mr. Holt — Dave, as he insists I call him — is already getting started at the grill.
Aidan comes over and receives a hug from my mom too. “Hi, Mrs. Paulson, Jessica, glad you could come. You remember my dad?”
While our parents talk, Aidan and I slip inside to finish preparing the food.