25. Seven Minutes In Heaven

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

brISTOL

L ook, I’ve had some pretty painful boners in my lifetime. That’s just a “perk” of being a dude. But Lila has single-handedly made them a thousand times more excruciating. I’m honestly glad my friends are too tipsy right now to realize that I’m pitching the world’s biggest tent.

Lila looks beautiful up there next to the Jenga tower, haloed in a golden ray from the ambient low light, her kissable lips stretching into a genuine smile that shows just the right amount of teeth. Her dress is…my brain pretty much exploded when I saw her in it. I’ve never been a big fan of the color green. It reminds me of puke, slime, overcooked broccoli, things in general that just seem nasty. But on her, it’s a whole different story. She turns it into this shade reminiscent of sun-warmed lichen, or an olive-colored forest completely bathed in a yellow haze. She turns it into a shade I never knew existed, much less tolerated. And now, if the ultramarine of her eyes weren’t competition enough, she’s turning it into my new favorite color.

“Play Seven Minutes in Heaven with a person of your choosing,” she says, failing to hide the blush setting up camp in her cheeks .

The usual uproar passes through the group, and unsurprisingly, all my teammates look to me—which somehow isn’t enough to deflate my erection. Whoever coined the name Seven Minutes in Heaven was right. Lila’s heaven embodied. And if I’m fated to spend seven minutes in her, then so be it.

Lila plops the block back on top, comes over and hauls me to my feet, then drags me down the hallway where the rest of our friends’ voices fade into white noise. Thankfully, we’re granted a whole closet space of privacy, and fuck, am I grateful to have it while my dick’s rubbing uncomfortably against the seam of my zipper.

Lila bites her lower lip, which I think is a well-disguised attempt at muffling her laughter. “Think you can last seven minutes?” she asks, looking up at me with the most irresistible bedroom eyes.

A chuckle spurts from my mouth. “With you? Doubtful.”

We’re standing outside of a closet that used to hold toiletries, sheets, and blankets, but that storage space has since been moved to the garage. So she’s pretty much dangling my release right in front of me.

That sexy lip bite transforms into an even sexier pout, and she runs her finger up and down my arm, feigning innocence while my heart jackhammers against my ribs. “I didn’t realize sitting on you would do so much damage.”

I groan, flexing my stomach to offset the unwelcome throbbing of my cock—which only grows angrier the longer I neglect it. “ Anything you do has the capability to bring me to my knees. You do know that, right?”

“I do. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Lila. You’re?—”

This time, Lila comes close enough for my boner to press into her belly, and she takes my hands and guides them to the bottom of her ass. “I’m what ?” she teases in a breathy whisper, letting me ruck up the hem of her dress.

I squish her butt between my fingers, threatening to bruise the skin. The fact that I’m fondling her ass and my dick’s getting a simultaneous house visit from her cunt is not going to fare well for the state of my pants.

“You’re…” Killing me was going to be the end of that sentence, but that’s not what comes out. I don’t know how, but I get sucker-punched with a meager amount of strength, choosing to employ it before I lose my nerve.

“Closet. Now,” I growl, swinging the door all the way open as the hinges cry out from the unneeded force. I drag her giggling body into the dark cave like some treasure-hungry dragon, and the moment the door slams shut behind me, I lock it. I flick the light switch on, watch the naked bulb above us sizzle to life, and pay my gratitude that it’s somewhat clean in here.

Lila now has a front row seat to the not-so-little problem swelling in my pants, complete with enough light to impair a blind person. “Have anything you want to ask me?” she inquires, gesturing to my hard-on.

I shake my head, trying to keep my movement limited. “Nope. Nothing at all. Now come here, let me?—”

She ignores me—as usual—and starts to clamber to her knees, pulling the hem of her dress down to act as a cushion against the spring-loaded boards.

“What the hell are you doing?” I exclaim, slamming my back against the shelving unit like she’s got some kind of infectious disease.

Apparently, that wasn’t the right move because Lila glares at me with rage blistering in the fiery pits of her eyes. “I’m going to suck my boyfriend’s cock. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Lils, I was going to spend seven minutes pleasuring you . ”

“You can spend the rest of the night pleasuring me, Bristol. But right now, I’m going to throat-fuck your giant dick until you fill my mouth with cum. Unless you’d rather just rub one out yourself?”

Oh, fuck. Is this some kind of trick question? This…this can’t possibly be real life right now.

Lila slowly begins to lower my pants, and I feel an immediate rush of relief breeze through my body like a bullet in play. My red-hued dick swings out to whack against my stomach, and the head already shines with a pearlescent bead of pre-cum, my balls heavy with an ache that refuses to subside. The faintest, most delicate touch surfs over the dominant vein lining my length, and it feels like she’s just set off a million little pressure points with an expertly placed finger. A groan cut with impatience huffs out of me, my cock giving an obedient twitch.

“Set a timer,” she demands, wetting her thumb with her tongue before she drags it over my leaking slit, smearing my spend around. She marks her territory with an exploration of each sensitive vein, taunting me with the heat from her hand that I so desperately crave. I’m glad there’s a wall behind me, otherwise my knees would have already given out.

I struggle to fish for my phone—which has fallen to the floor after Lila’s display of dominance—and I unlock it with butterfingers, all while she experiments with squeezing the base and wringing pressure upwards. My brain’s on autopilot right now. I’m not thinking about anything other than the goddess on her knees before me, gifting me a taste of her own heavenly world. My body jolts forward and a louder, more embarrassing moan fills the compact closet, reverberating through the space and giving Lila one hell of an ego boost.

“Do you like the feel of my hand on your cock, Bristol? Do you like when I rub it?” she purrs, demonstrating the motion with another distribution of pressure that showers my nerve endings in a storm of pleasure-pain tingles .

I throw my head back, negotiating—with very little willpower—for the cramp in my stomach to egress. “I fucking love when you touch me, angel.”

“Do you like when I touch you…here?” Her hand waltzes to the heft of my balls, where she massages them in her palm, rolling her thumb languidly over the creased skin.

I rut my hips into her—already praying for a scrap of mercy—and heat tightens around my neck like a noose, whitening the edges of my star-spotted vision. “Yes…”

Her fingers brush through my trimmed thatch of pubic hair, revisiting my distended cock that’s now unashamedly oozing pre-cum onto the floor, starving for the wet and lecherous lap of her tongue.

“Timer,” she sing-songs.

Fuck. Right. The second I blink open my eyes, my vision’s slow to adjust, and the pixelated screen is projected in this incorporeal blur that makes it hard for me to navigate to the clock app on my phone. I’m scrambling at this point, and my mild panic shapeshifts into a high-level panic when Lila bunches up the hem of my shirt and kisses the plane of my stomach.

Jesus. If I was trying to defuse a bomb with Lila’s mouth on me at the same time, the whole world would be blown to smithereens. After I got blown.

With a flailing swipe of my fingers, I scroll through the list of numbers until that glorious seven catches my eye, and I press the big, green start button without wasting another second.

Lila tests the water before fully dunking herself in the deep end, hands gripping my waist as she litters a string of kisses from one hip bone to the other. The lower half of me convulses from the buildup of anticipation, my dick jutting straight out with a vengeance, and I can’t help when a whimper trickles from my lips .

“Quiet, Bristol. Wouldn’t want all our friends to know how much you love the feel of my mouth on your cock, would you?”

“That’s rich coming from the girl who couldn’t keep her mouth shut when I was inside her.”

Lila finally drops the Little Miss Innocent act, leaning into that seductress alter ego of hers with a lick of her lips. There’s no more chummy banter from either of us when she lashes her tongue over my swollen tip, swirling it around like she’s determined to slurp soft serve from the bottom of a cone. One hand’s on the root, stroking with half-powered twists, and her mouth is leaving behind a thinly-laid gloss that mixes thickly with the musk in the air. Her fingers don’t entirely encompass the girth of my shaft—leaving a few inches untouched—but she doesn’t stop for a second while she employs her other hand to heighten the pinpricks in my dick.

“Fucking…hell…” I’ve given up all control, feeling my muscles slacken with each torturous lave from that life-changing tongue of hers.

She makes eye contact with me, looking goddamn beautiful with spit and cum smeared over her lips. “Teeth?”

“Ugh, yes. Rough, angel. Need it rough.”

Lila finally hollows her cheeks and engulfs the head of my cock, moving up and down with a suction that encourages me to ram myself against the back of her throat. I’m immediately met by warmth and wetness, so high off whatever these pre-orgasm endorphins are that I could die right here, on the spot, and have no regrets whatsoever. I gently cup the back of her head, guiding her if she needs it, but mostly using it as a way to stabilize myself. And then, fuck …and then she grazes her teeth over my skin, itching a scratch that’s been demanding her attention.

My ass cheeks clench, the hairs on my arms float up, and goose bumps rise to the surface of every exposed part of me. It’s a sensory overload in the best possible way. She’s sucking me in deeper, bobbing her head back and forth, so determined to push me to my breaking point that her earnest slurps never falter in rhythm. She doesn’t even come up for air.

I disregard her idiotic “quiet” rule with a moan that shakes the insulated walls surrounding us. I help her out with a few thrusts into her gaping jaw—ones that she momentarily gags around—and that strangled, choking noise makes me spurt more salt-tinged moisture onto her tongue. “God, look at you. Eating this fat cock like such a good girl. You need something to wash it down with? You want my cum? You want me to ruin that perfect throat of yours?”

She pops off for the first time since she started. “Need you to fill my mouth, Bristol. I don’t want to be able to swallow after I’m done with you. I want you to use me. I want you to pull my hair and make me gag on your dick.”

“Use your manners. Say please.”

“Please,” she begs.

“You make me so fucking crazy when you do that,” I groan, leaning forward and taking this brief opportunity to kiss her forehead. Her pupils have swallowed the last of the blue from her irises, her cheeks are flushed with a healthy glow, and a string of spit dangles from her bottom lip. I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this—of feeling her like this.

My fingers hesitantly seize a chunk of her roots, curling around the strands for good measure. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

She nods, cleanses her palette with a swallow, then seals her mouth over my tip again, inviting a rush of blood through my erection that makes me inexplicably dizzy. My teeth are clamped together as we work in tandem—me pushing into her mouth an inch further each time she accommodates my size. She switches between sucks and licks and little nibbles that ruthlessly pull on the knot in my lower gut, and my restraint is ticking like some sick countdown clock, alerting my balls to draw up in preparation.

Lila isn’t using her hands anymore because she’s ventured them to my bare ass cheeks, where she kneads the flesh in between her fingers. A shiver rolls over my spine like ribbon unspooling. I pump myself deeper, managing to bypass her tonsils and inch into the canal of her throat.

“Relax that throat, angel,” I tell her softly, and there’s an imperceptible twitch to her jaw before she obliges, the harsh clench around my cock transitioning into a seamless, velveteen give. “There we go. Just like that.”

Once she welcomes me with little resistance, my hips start to snap, accelerating in pace to appease the unignorable and unbearable urge to release. My girth pulses on her tongue with the room she allows me, and the consistent vacuum she creates with her cheeks milks every last inch of me. With each push and pull of my cock, her esophagus tightens in response, pressure enshrouding every contact point in my shaft.

“I’m close. So close. I love being inside your throat. Fuck, you’re amazing at this. You always make me feel so good.”

Tears replenish in her red-rimmed eyes, but she refuses to stop. She makes these little mewling sounds that harden my dick beyond what I thought was possible, and I’ve foolishly forgotten about the fingers that are now teasing the rim of my asshole. I’m writhing from her touch, completely helpless and half-surprised that I’ve managed to last this long when temptation’s a girl in an olive-green dress.

There’s a slight blip in her sucking as Lila fingers my asshole, and I feel my cockhead swell in her mouth before I squirt a stream of hot cum down her throat. She swallows everything I have to give her—one abundant gush after another—until I’ve emptied my balls and filled her belly. My cock softens, she pulls her lips off me, and the timer just so happens to bellow with an obnoxious ring.

I hit stop, attempting to gather my bearings as the force of my post-orgasm haze slams into me like a devastating tidal wave. Sliding down to my butt so I’m eye level with her, I wipe up the mess of cum and saliva dripping down her chin. “That was the best seven minutes I could’ve asked for,” I whisper.

She’s absolutely exhausted as she tries to catch her breath, slowly coming down from the same adrenaline rush still whipping through me like the end of a live wire. There’s a just-fucked look splayed over her features, and my God, is it the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I have the privilege of seeing her like this.

She crawls over to me and curls up against my chest. “Do you think they’ll know what we did in here?” she asks.

I wrap my arm around her, keeping her safely tucked against me. “Psh, of course not,” I lie.

Oh, they’re definitely going to know.