Chapter 8

chapter eight

Davis

"Into it"— Chase Atlantic

I don't even stop to look around her room. I toss her onto the mattress, where she scrambles for me, throwing her arms around my neck and slamming her lips on mine.

We're both frantic, needy. A clash of teeth and hands that I can hardly keep track of.

Her tongue sweeps through the seam of my lips, dancing with mine, and I can still taste me lingering.

I can't fucking get enough of her.

Every piece she gives me, it only makes me desperate for more, a high that I want to chase over and over.

She rips at my shirt, trying to pull it over my head, so I tear my lips from hers and reach behind my neck, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

I watch as she grasps at the hem of her tank and drags it off. She's naked beneath it, and my gaze drops to her tits.

The perfect fucking handfuls. Heavy and full. So fucking sexy.

Her nipples are the prettiest dusty pink, tightened into pebbled peaks.

And there's a trail of dark black ink that runs between the valley of her tits along pale, creamy skin.

A combination of notes and bar lines and various musical symbols.

She's the hottest thing I've ever seen, and just looking at her perfect body makes me so goddamn hard that I can't help but palm my cock, pumping it once as I take her in.

Her eyes darken as she watches me fuck my fist.

"That make you wet, baby?"

She nods, sucking on that plump lip.

"Show me," I rasp.

Dropping back onto the bed, she sits up on her elbows and spreads her legs, shimmying out of her shorts and panties, leaving her completely bare for my eyes.

When she uses her fingers to spread her pussy open, giving me exactly what I asked for, I feel my balls tightening as arousal tugs at the base of my spine.

She's so fucking sexy I don't know how I'm going to last before I even get inside her. I already came today thinking about her, imagining what she'd look like in this moment, and fuck, it pales in comparison.

"Good girl. Now, rub your clit for me. Slow circles." I grip the base of my cock and squeeze.

My dick is throbbing at the sight of her spread out, her pretty pink little pussy wet and glistening in the pale lamplight. She's so wet it's trickling down her, dripping onto her tight little hole that I want to fuck with my tongue and then my cock one day.

I thought I could play this game with her, let her fuck herself while I watched, but I can't wait to touch her. Taste her cunt again.

I crawl onto the mattress and lift her foot, pressing my lips along the inside of her ankle, crafting a trail up her calf, dragging my tongue along the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh. Tasting every inch of her skin.

"I can't decide what I want more. Should I fuck your throat while I eat your cunt, or should you ride my face until you're dripping down my chin?"

Zara stares up at me, those pretty green eyes blazing. "Both."

I grin.

That's my good girl.

I flop down onto the mattress next to her and tug her on top of me. "Then get up here and give me a taste."

She doesn't hesitate for even a second, climbing over my face and positioning that sweet little pussy right where I want it. With her thighs on each side of my head, I can feel her wet heat as her pussy hovers over my mouth.

Fuck, I love the way she tastes.

Her palms rest on my thighs as she finally lowers herself to my mouth, and I close my lips around her clit and suck hard, tugging it into my mouth and rolling it between my lips until her hips rock, adding to the motion of my tongue.

"Oh god," she cries, arching her back. "God, you feel so good."

She has no fucking idea. I could die right here, drowning on her pussy, and I still wouldn't have enough of it.

My dick is practically weeping right now as she takes me in her mouth, immediately sliding me down her throat until she's gagging.

I groan against her pussy, the vibrations making her whimper, and then I curve my palms over her hips, guiding her back and forth on my mouth.

When she moans around my cock, I almost fucking come. My balls are aching for release, and I want to bury myself in her throat and fill it with every drop of me.

It doesn't take long for her to come, riding my face. She rocks her hips in needy, frantic motions as she pants, licking at my cock like it's a fucking lollipop.

The moment she comes, her entire body seizes, her thighs tremble, and she floods my mouth, giving me the sweetest taste of my fucking life.

I lap it all up, flattening my tongue and drinking every drop down.

After the orgasm rocks through her and I wring every ounce of pleasure out of her that I can, she collapses on top of me, her cheek pressed against my thigh.

Her body heaves, chest rising and falling as she tries to return her breathing to normal.

Sliding my hands up her body, I pick her up and flip her until she's sprawled along my chest, ear pressed to the erratic beat of my heart.

The rough pads of my fingers dance along her spine lazily, neither of us moving.

"I think I'm obsessed with your dick," she pants, hands on my chest as she rises to look at me.

I lift from the bed and suck her nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth over the sensitive peak. Her back arches, her fingers flying to my hair, holding me against her sensitive skin.

"It's a great dick to be obsessed with."

I take my time with each nipple, giving each attention before she tugs at my hair, causing me to lift my eyes to her.

"Stop talking and fuck me ," she pants, reaching between us and wrapping her soft hand around my cock, squeezing until a pearl of precum beads at the slit. Her pink tongue darts out, and she licks her lips, as if there's nothing more she wants than to taste my cum.

Dirty girl.

And so fucking hot. I love that she doesn't hold back. She says exactly what she's thinking and isn't afraid to ask for what she wants.

"You need me to fuck you?"

I reach up, cupping her pert tit in my palm, ghosting my thumb over her nipple before tweaking it between my fingers roughly, rolling and tugging.

She tosses her head back on her shoulders, that wave of long, inky-black hair tickling the tops of my thighs as she rocks her hips and grinds her pussy along my thighs.

"Yes. Please ." Her nails bite into my chest as she flexes them with each word. "Or… I'll just have to take care of it myself."

She's provoking me, and fuck, it's working.

I grab the soft flare of her hips with both palms, dragging her forward until she's settled directly over my cock.

Zara groans wickedly as she bites her bottom lip, gazing down at me through her thick, dark lashes, and rocks her hips, coating me with her arousal. Now I know not only how good she tastes but how hot and wet her cunt feels on my bare cock. Soft and velvet, I groan out loud at the contact. She feels like fucking pure bliss, and I want to sink inside of her, over and over, until we've both had our fill.

I could watch her all fucking night, just like this, and still not have enough.

She could easily become an addiction if I'm not careful. This girl has something that I know I could get lost in.

"How about you fuck me ?" I rasp, using my hands on her hips, rolling her over my cock again. This time, her clit drags against the thick head, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed while her fingers embed themselves in my chest, leaving behind a delicious bite of pain and crescent-moon-shaped imprints that I'll wear like a goddamn medal. "Ride my cock, Trouble."

Her lips fall open each time her hips rock, and my dick juts against her swollen clit over and over again, a breathy, hot-as-fuck whimper tumbles from her.

Reaching between us, she wraps her hand around my length, guiding me to her entrance, and she slowly sinks down an inch, putting only the head of my cock inside her.

We groan in unison, the sound filling the air between us as my fingers tighten on her hips. It feels so fucking good I have to fight to keep my eyes open so I can watch her. I want to see her face when she sinks all the way down and has my cock buried deep inside her cunt. I want to watch me fill her pussy and watch her bounce on my dick, those pretty tits swaying. I don't just want it… I need it.

"God, I don't… It's not going to fit. You're too big," she whines breathlessly as she starts to work a little more inside of her.

I lift the rough pad of my thumb to her clit and draw slow, lazy circles until her lips part and her head falls back on her shoulders, slowly relaxing.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll loosen that pussy up, get you ready to take every inch of me." My voice is hoarse as I fight for control, the overwhelming need to come trickling down my spine. I've never had an issue with stamina, but tonight, my restraint is threadbare.

Nearly nonexistent.

She has me so fucking wound up right now that I might come before I even get all the way inside of her.

The longer I strum her clit, increasing the pressure with each sweep of my thumb, the more she relaxes, sinking down tortuously slowly until my cock is buried to the hilt.

I feel like I'm going to lose my mind from the feel of her wet heat wrapped around my dick. It's indescribable.

My palms drag up her hips to her rib cage, where I cup her tits in each hand, sweeping my thumb over her pebbled nipples.

Admiring every inch of the masterpiece she is.

The sound of her shaky exhale echoes around the room as she tries to adjust to my size.

When I roll her taut nipple between my thumb and finger, she hums a low sound of approval. Her palms flatten along my chest as she lifts her hips, sliding off my cock until only the tip remains inside of her, then slams back down, impaling herself roughly.

Holy fuck.

The corners of my vision dim as she begins to ride me, lifting on her knees to bounce on my cock, taking her pleasure unabashedly.

Every muscle in my body coils tight when she bottoms out, my cock sinking so far inside of her that it reaches resistance. Her swollen clit brushes against the short hair of my groin as she finds her rhythm, creating delicious friction that has us both panting.

She's already close. I can feel her walls beginning to tighten around me, but I'm nowhere near done with her. I'm going to fuck Zara so good and make her come so hard she's not going to be able to walk tomorrow without feeling the reminder of what I felt like buried in her guts.

A deep groan vibrates from my chest when she rotates her hips, and my cock brushes against her G-spot.

"Right there, oh god. Davis ."

My name sounds like a forbidden prayer, and it makes me even harder. I lift my hips to slam into her, thrusting up to meet her every time she drops back down. My balls draw up as I feel her pussy clench around me as she comes, her cunt squeezing my dick like a vise. She falls forward onto my chest, trembling with each wave of her orgasm, breathlessly chanting my name over and over, her pussy still fluttering around my dick.

It's fucking magnificent to witness.

It takes all the control I possess not to follow behind her when my balls are aching to spill inside of her, but I'm not done.

I'm dragging this out as long as I can.

She's still coming as I flip us in one smooth motion, placing her back flat on the bed as I put her leg on my shoulder and thrust back inside of her. Her pussy contracts with the aftershocks of her orgasm as I fuck her, my hips slamming against the back of her thighs.

The sound is like a symphony as it fills the room, an erotic mixture of our breathing and the sound of our skin meeting.

I dip my head to her nipple as I palm her breast, lifting it to my lips and sucking it into my mouth, letting my teeth graze the tip, pulling a whimper from Zara.

I rotate my hips, swiveling my cock inside her, and watch as her eyes flutter shut, those dark lashes fanning against her cheeks. Lifting off her slightly, I can peer down between us to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. Her pretty little cunt is pink and glistening from her orgasm, her creamy arousal coating my cock as it disappears into her.

"I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now, stretching to take my cock. Fuck, I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of you. I want you to push it out so I can watch it drip to your tight little asshole." I lightly slap her clit, and she moans so loud I do it again and again until she's writhing beneath me. "I want to cover you in my cum. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth. Paint your creamy tits with it."

My filthy words seem to unlock something inside her. Her eyes snap open, and she curves her palm at my nape, yanking me toward her and slamming her lips on mine. She moans into my mouth as my tongue dances with hers, both of us frantic as my hips rock slow and deep, hitting that part inside of her with each thrust that has her clamping down around my cock again.

Her nails claw at my back when I increase my pace, fucking her into the mattress. My spine tingles, my balls drawing tight, ready for release, when I pull out of her abruptly, my chest heaving as I sit back, heel to thigh.

"On your knees, baby. Ass up."

She doesn't hesitate, flipping onto her stomach and putting her ass in the air, shimming her hips back and forth.

How the fuck is she even sexier like this? Face pressed into the mattress, her dripping pussy opened to me and heart-shaped ass right in my face, ready for me to devour or fuck or both.

I rise to my knees behind her and grip her ass, spreading her cheeks so I can look at her.

Groaning, I shake my head. "You're so fucking perfect, Zara. You have no idea all the things I want to do to you."

She looks back at me over her shoulder, breathing heavily and her cheeks flushed. "Next time. Please put your dick back inside of me before I die."

Because I promised to be a good boy, I listen, slamming back inside of her while I grip her ass. We both groan as I begin to fuck her from behind, each of my thrusts hard and deep as if I'm trying to mold myself inside of her. My balls slap her clit, and it feels so goddamn good my eyes nearly roll back.

I'm not going to last much longer, not when she's got a magical fucking pussy that makes me lose my damn head.

The tips of my fingers dig into her ass to spread her open wider, and I bring the tip of my thumb to the tight ring of her ass and press lightly.

She hisses, her back arching as I circle it, pressing inside slightly.

"Are you going to come like my good girl if I stick my finger in your tight little ass, Trouble?" I don't push any further, wanting to hear her consent. I watch as she nods frantically against the mattress. "Tell me you want me to finger your ass, and I'll give it to you."

"I want you to fuck my ass, Davis," she murmurs. She pushes back against my finger, and it's all I need to go further.

I spit on the tight ring, using my thumb to spread the wetness around, coating her before I push the full tip of my finger inside.

"Oh my god." Her voice is low and hoarse, full of need.

I hum a groan in response, the small amount of restraint I had left fraying at the edges and snapping. I slide my thumb into her slowly until it's buried in her tight ass while my cock is balls-deep in her pussy.

So fucking full of me.

Her hips push back to meet my thrusts, and every time I slip my thumb out of her ass, I slam my hips back inside of her, thrusting so hard I'm fucking her up on the bed. Her head's nearly hitting the headboard.

"Coming, coming, coming," she pants as her knuckles turn white from fisting the sheets. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Her pussy clamps down on my cock as I follow her over the edge of oblivion. I thrust deep, rutting against her cervix as I explode, emptying inside of her.

Just as I promised, I fill her with my cum, my thrusts slowing languidly as she milks my cock with her tight heat, greedily taking every drop.

A surge of possessiveness surges through me when I pull out of her, watching a small trail of my cum trickle out of her, down to her swollen clit.

I spread her open, admiring the sight. "Push it out, baby. Let me see my cum dripping out of the pussy I just fucked."

She whimpers, and I watch as she squeezes her inner walls, contracting to push my cum out. It oozes out of her cunt, and I swear my dick nearly gets hard again.

"Good girl," I praise, scooping my cum with two fingers and shoving it back deep inside of her. I press my lips to her clit in a quick kiss before I rise from the bed and head to the bathroom for a warm washcloth.

When I return, she's lying on her side, cuddling into the covers with her eyes dropped shut.

"Sleepy," she mumbles while I part her thighs and drag the warm cloth over her, cleaning her. Sex has always been good. Great, even, with the right girl.

But this ?

This is something entirely different. This is fucking cosmic. Indescribable.

Not that I've ever been good with words, but they fail me right now.

This girl is going to bring me to my knees. Again. And I'd gladly stay there if it meant I could taste her cunt again.

This was the best sex of my life.

I flop down onto the mattress next to her and gather her into my arms, both of us taking a second to catch our breath.

"Oh fuck," Zara whispers a while later. I've almost drifted off when her body suddenly goes tense against me. " Shit, shit, shit ."

A car door shuts outside, and her emerald eyes widen. She looks so goddamn pretty right now, her hair mussed from my fingers, her lips still swollen and pink from my mouth that I honestly am having a hard time focusing on anything else.

Can you blame me?

Suddenly, she scrambles away from me and out of the bed before I can even ask what the fuck's happening. She starts searching blindly for her discarded clothes, and when she sees I'm still lying there with my dick out, she halts.

"You have to go. Now ."

Then my T-shirt comes flying toward me, nailing me in the face. I pull it off, staring over at her in confusion. "What? Why? Give me like ten minutes, and I'm good to go again."

She pulls the tank over her head and starts to pull up her panties, shaking her head. "No, you don't understand. My brother has apparently decided to come home tonight, even though he wasn't supposed to be coming home, and he cannot find you here. He'll never let me out of the house again. Davis, seriously, get dressed!"

I haven't even been able to bask in the glow of the mind-blowing sex we just had, and she's already kicking me out.

Damn.

Rising from the bed, I hurriedly tug my T-shirt over my head, then grab my briefs from the floor and slide them on.

"You're not allowed to have people over?"

"Not guys. My brother is… stupid and overprotective. He'll lose his mind if he catches you here, and I do not feel like dealing with his shit tonight," she says as she walks over to the window and peers out of it. "You're gonna have to go out the window."

"Be for real," I laugh.

When I see her expression, that it's dead serious, my eyes widen. "You want me to sneak out of your window?"

She nods, chewing on the corner of her lip and scrunching her nose. "Yeah, sorry."

Smirking, I shrug. "Well, this is a first. I actually haven't ever snuck out of someone's window before."

I quickly pull her to me and press my lips to hers, stealing a kiss because if I'm crawling out of a goddamn window like we're in high school again, I've gotta taste those lips one more time.

She giggles against my mouth as she pushes at my chest, pulling away. "Stop it. Pants. You have to find your pa—" There's a noise outside of her bedroom door, and she freezes, cursing quietly. "Shit."

"Zara, who's in your room?" a deep voice comes from the other side of the door.

There's a pause, and she sighs, shaking her head. "No one. Go away."

"Fuck that. I'm not going away," the voice replies just as I find my pants next to her desk. The door flies open, and I'm standing there like a deer in fucking headlights in nothing but my briefs, covering my dick with my balled-up shorts.

Of course, the first time we hook up, we get busted by her brother, pantless.

Because that's just my fucking luck.

Two things happen at once.

All in slow motion, or at least that's what it feels like.

1. Zara loses her shit.

And… 2. I realize that her brother?

Oliver fucking Andrews, enemy number one and the guy vying for my spot as starting pitcher.

We hate each other, and I just had sex with his sister. In his house.

Mother. Fucker.