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a loudspeaker as the party comes to an abrupt end.
We don’t stop running until we get back to the apartment.
“That was fucking close,” huffs Billy, the door closing behind him.
There’s some slight pain in my side, but nothing I can’t handle. “You’re telling me.”
I make my way into Tia’s room and place her in her bed, pull the sheets over her as she mutters something about peanut butter sandwiches.
She may be drunk, but she still smells amazing. My cock throbs and grows, quickly expanding as her scent fills my lungs.
Her hands reach out and she grabs my crotch, moaning as the butt of her palm grinds on my shaft. “Wow, you are big, bigger, the biggest,” she giggles.
Fuck. I don’t know if I can take this. All I want to do is get between her legs, cup her perfect ass in my hands and run my tongue up and down her seam until her wetness covers my tongue, her musky arousal all over my face. I want it, but it’s not going to happen. I can’t let it.
Her hand fishes down the front my underwear, finds my cock hard and ready. “Mmmm,” she moans. I see her lick her lips in the darkness. Her free hand runs up my chest, traces up the side of my tattoo. She kneels on the bed, slowly, awkwardly pumping my cock with her hand, her fingers barely able to lock around it, but it drives me crazy all the same.
I could take her, right now, glide into that wet mound of hers and be done with it.
She takes my hand and guides it down her panties, pressing my fingers against the wet patch at the front of her pussy, bucking her hips against me. She’s so fucking wet it’s unbelievable. “Mhm,” she pants, continuing to stroke me. I’m putty in her hands.
“Do you want me?” she purrs. “I’m close.”
My thumb brushes over her clit. Her mouth snaps open, eyes closed, her breathing heavy and heady. My cock twitches in her grip. I can see the way her nipples strain against her bra, feel her slippery folds super-heated around my fingers.
You can’t.
She grips me a little tighter. “Did you know I can dislocate my wrist?”
Good to know.
Fuck, she’s killing me. I teeter.
I take my hand out of her panties, reach down and unwrap her fingers from my cock. “You don’t know how much I want this,” I tell her, “but it’s not right. I’m not Ethan. This isn’t how I do things.”
“You what?” she says, falling back to the bed and pulling the pillow to her face, continuing to mumble and groan.
Her eyes open once more. “By the way,” she says, “you’ve got a beautiful cock”.
Her eyes close and she’s out. Opportunity has left the building.
I pull the sheets back over her and can still smell the earthy pull of her arousal on my fingers. “Get some sleep, baby.”
She mumbles something else, but it’s nonsense.
I back out of there slowly, jumping at Billy’s voice as his head pops around his doorway. “Took your time.”
“She’s drunk.”
Billy comes out scratching his balls. “You don’t say.” He jumps onto the couch and stretches out.
I softly close Tia’s door.
Billy snaps up into a sitting position on the sofa. “We were almost busted, bro. That was too close.”
“I know.”
He points to my face. “You’re fucked up.”
There’s an understatement.
“You should see the other guy.” I open the freezer and take out a bag of peas, wincing again as I place it against my face. Perhaps you should be applying it to your dick.
“You think Ethan got her wasted so he could have his way with her? Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“I do.”
Billy shakes his head. “Ethan, man. What the fuck? He’s out of control.”
“He sure is,” I agree. “He sure fucking is.”
CHAPTER SIX
TIA
I’ve never been a rule-breaker. Waking up at 10am with a head full of rocks and an aversion to light reminds me why. Worse, I can’t remember what the hell happened last night, only that I was at the party, drinking and then… blank.
You really overdid it,
We don’t stop running until we get back to the apartment.
“That was fucking close,” huffs Billy, the door closing behind him.
There’s some slight pain in my side, but nothing I can’t handle. “You’re telling me.”
I make my way into Tia’s room and place her in her bed, pull the sheets over her as she mutters something about peanut butter sandwiches.
She may be drunk, but she still smells amazing. My cock throbs and grows, quickly expanding as her scent fills my lungs.
Her hands reach out and she grabs my crotch, moaning as the butt of her palm grinds on my shaft. “Wow, you are big, bigger, the biggest,” she giggles.
Fuck. I don’t know if I can take this. All I want to do is get between her legs, cup her perfect ass in my hands and run my tongue up and down her seam until her wetness covers my tongue, her musky arousal all over my face. I want it, but it’s not going to happen. I can’t let it.
Her hand fishes down the front my underwear, finds my cock hard and ready. “Mmmm,” she moans. I see her lick her lips in the darkness. Her free hand runs up my chest, traces up the side of my tattoo. She kneels on the bed, slowly, awkwardly pumping my cock with her hand, her fingers barely able to lock around it, but it drives me crazy all the same.
I could take her, right now, glide into that wet mound of hers and be done with it.
She takes my hand and guides it down her panties, pressing my fingers against the wet patch at the front of her pussy, bucking her hips against me. She’s so fucking wet it’s unbelievable. “Mhm,” she pants, continuing to stroke me. I’m putty in her hands.
“Do you want me?” she purrs. “I’m close.”
My thumb brushes over her clit. Her mouth snaps open, eyes closed, her breathing heavy and heady. My cock twitches in her grip. I can see the way her nipples strain against her bra, feel her slippery folds super-heated around my fingers.
You can’t.
She grips me a little tighter. “Did you know I can dislocate my wrist?”
Good to know.
Fuck, she’s killing me. I teeter.
I take my hand out of her panties, reach down and unwrap her fingers from my cock. “You don’t know how much I want this,” I tell her, “but it’s not right. I’m not Ethan. This isn’t how I do things.”
“You what?” she says, falling back to the bed and pulling the pillow to her face, continuing to mumble and groan.
Her eyes open once more. “By the way,” she says, “you’ve got a beautiful cock”.
Her eyes close and she’s out. Opportunity has left the building.
I pull the sheets back over her and can still smell the earthy pull of her arousal on my fingers. “Get some sleep, baby.”
She mumbles something else, but it’s nonsense.
I back out of there slowly, jumping at Billy’s voice as his head pops around his doorway. “Took your time.”
“She’s drunk.”
Billy comes out scratching his balls. “You don’t say.” He jumps onto the couch and stretches out.
I softly close Tia’s door.
Billy snaps up into a sitting position on the sofa. “We were almost busted, bro. That was too close.”
“I know.”
He points to my face. “You’re fucked up.”
There’s an understatement.
“You should see the other guy.” I open the freezer and take out a bag of peas, wincing again as I place it against my face. Perhaps you should be applying it to your dick.
“You think Ethan got her wasted so he could have his way with her? Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“I do.”
Billy shakes his head. “Ethan, man. What the fuck? He’s out of control.”
“He sure is,” I agree. “He sure fucking is.”
CHAPTER SIX
TIA
I’ve never been a rule-breaker. Waking up at 10am with a head full of rocks and an aversion to light reminds me why. Worse, I can’t remember what the hell happened last night, only that I was at the party, drinking and then… blank.
You really overdid it,
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