Room for You(50)

“Who are you talking to?” My mom asked.

“My girlfriend, Kacie.”

Kacie sat next to me on the couch, frozen, shaking her head back and forth as fast as she could.

“Your girlfriend?”

“Yes, my girlfriend. Her name is Kacie and she’s fantastic, I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well, I’ll let you go since you’ve got company, but apparently we have a lot to talk about.” She sighed. “Promise you’ll call me later?”

“I promise, Mom, I’ll call later. Love you.” I disconnected the call and tossed my phone back on the table.

“Oh my God. That was your mom? How embarrassing,” Kacie said, dropping her head in her hands.

“Why is it embarrassing? We’re adults, I’m allowed to have a girlfriend.” I reached over and tugged on her wrist, pulling her onto my lap to straddle me. She didn’t hesitate; she just flung her leg over the other side of my hip, still rambling on about my mom.

“It’s morning, and I’m here. She’s going to know we had sex.” Her neck was all red and blotchy, undoubtedly flustered.

“Probably. But you know what would be even better?” I paused as she studied my face curiously. “If I can tell her we had sex twice.” I gripped the back of her head and attacked her with my mouth.

She returned my kiss willingly, holding my face in her hands, letting me explore her mouth … possess it.

“You taste like powdered sugar,” I said, breaking free to pull my t-shirt off of her.

“Oh shit!” She tried to scramble off my lap, but I caught her hips and held her still.

“What?”

“The French toast, it’s gonna burn!”

“Fuck it.” I waved toward the kitchen. “Let it burn, I’m more interested in something else French right now.”

I kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth while she continued arguing.

“Brody, your smoke alarm is gonna go off.”

The burnt smell of charred bread filled the air and I knew she was right. Not a f*cking chance was I letting her go though.

I cupped her ass and stood up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the kitchen. I set her on the counter next to the stove, not taking my lips off hers as she fumbled around for the knob.

She turned the burner off as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it over the counter. The cold air immediately hardened her nipples about the same time I realized she didn’t have panties on under my shirt after all.

“Oh my God … you had no underwear on.”

Biting her lip, she giggled. “I know. There was no time. I was hungry.”

This girl exuded sexiness from every pore in her body, even when she didn’t know it. She was beautiful and confident … and mine.

“I’m hungry too,” I mumbled, running my tongue along her neck while I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples gently.

She arched her back and pushed her chest into me, clearly enjoying my playing. My cotton pajama pants started feeling annoyingly tight just as she reached in and freed me. Her warm, tiny hand felt unbelievably good encasing my cock, rubbing and stroking from the base to the tip.

“Wanna go in your room?” She purred with a dazed look in her eyes.

“Hell no, I want you right here.” Teasing her perfect little mouth with my tongue, I gently ran my hand from her knee all the way up her inner thigh. Her legs instantly coated in goose bumps, she twitched as I got close to her center.

“Little jumpy, are we?”

“More like needy.” She squeaked out, letting her head fall back.

Knowing that she was so anxious to feel my hands on her * made it difficult not to f*ck her senseless right away, but I was selfish and wanted to bring her close to the edge and back again … but not with my fingers. I pushed her knees apart and knelt down in front of her, as her head shot up, her body tensing. “Brody, wait … no one’s ever-”

I watched her eyes roll back in her head as my tongue slowly slid from the bottom of her * up to her ready, swollen clit.

“What were you saying?” I teased as she groaned an inaudible response. Tickling and massaging her tiny sweet spot with my tongue was almost as entertaining as watching her reaction to it.

Almost.

It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing when I was getting lost in her enjoyment.

Biting her lip, she leaned back against the breakfast bar, her hands desperately searching the smooth counter for something to grab on to while I continued my assault on her clit. The closer she got, the wetter she got, making it impossible for me to wait any longer. I stood up and sprinted to my room, grabbing a condom out of my drawer. I think it was the fastest I’d ever run in my whole f*cking life.

“Here,” I said, handing her the condom.

“You want me to put it on?” She panted, nervously.

No words came out of my mouth. I focused on her eyes and nodded.

With shaky hands, she took the condom out of the package and set it on my tip, upside down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I inconspicuously flipped it over and put my hand over hers, helping her guide it onto me. The need to be inside her was growing by the second and I’d had enough. I grabbed her hips and moved her to the edge of the counter.