“Whatever. I’d totally want to know if it was my friend. I’m having a girl’s night with my bestie next week to share the details. We’re way worse than you guys.” She looks to me. “Unless you want me to keep them to myself.”
I’m glad she’s not more freaked out. Although the beers may have something to do with her lack of concern. I know the media attention gets to her. “The locker room story is fair game.”
She spends the rest of the night with her hand on my thigh, grazing my hard-on every once in a while to torture me. By the time we leave the pub, Violet is tipsy and my balls ache.
Once we get back to my parents’, it’s a feat getting Violet to my room without waking the whole house. All she wants to do is make out; in the hallway, on the stairs, in front of my parents’ room, in front of my room. Once we’re inside, I lock the door.
Violet pulls my shirt over my head.
“God, you’re the sexiest man alive. I have a folder of pictures of you on my laptop. Is that weird? I always pick the hottest ones so I can jill off to your pretty face. The milk ad gets me every time. I still want a life size copy of that one. It’s not the same as when I’m with you, obviously. Nothing compares to you and the monster cock. He’s in a league all his own.” Violet rubs my dick through my pants.
“We have to be quiet, okay?” I whisper. She’s being awfully loud.
“Oh, right. We don’t want your mommy to hear.” She presses a finger to her lips. “I can be quiet. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
Inhibitions muted by alcohol, Violet strips off her top and tosses her bra on the floor. Her jeans go next, but the underwear stay on. She pops open the button on my pants and pulls them down to my knees. I step out of them, watching as her hands move up my thighs. Her lips part and she wets her bottom lip. The way she practically worships my cock is the best fucking ego boost in the world.
“Hi there.” She gives him a pat. She’s been grazing my dick all night; I’m so hard it hurts.
I hold my breath and fist my hands at my side as she leans in and kisses the tip. Violet looks up at me as she circles the head with her tongue. “So much cock.” She parts her lips and engulfs the head with her soft, warm mouth.
She begins to stroke and suck in earnest. I’d like to say I last a long time, but Violet keeps moaning—very quietly—and I keep watching. Too soon, I issue a warning. She releases me from the hot suction of her mouth, and I groan a whole lot louder than I should as I come on her chest.
Violet looks down. “Huh. That wasn’t nearly as gross as I thought it was going to be. It’s almost like a porno, right?”
I’d be interested to hear more about the porn she watches and if she’d watch some with me. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”
Violet wears a shit-eating grin as I wipe up the mess with a handful of tissues.
“Do I get a trophy for that?”
“How about an orgasm instead?” I follow as she lies back on the bed and straddle her hips.
“That’s a decent consolation prize.”
“I’ve been waiting all night to get my hands and my mouth on you. I doubt I’ll be stopping at one.”
I bend to kiss her shoulder, skimming her sides with my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I whisper.
Violet’s cry is stifled by my neck, which she’s biting. I flick my thumb over her nipple. She makes another noise, louder this time.
“Shh, baby.” I cover her mouth with mine.
“Sorry,” she says after I pull back. “I’ll be quiet.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss my way from her chin to the valley between her breasts, avoiding her nipples. She arches her back, seeking some kind of relief.
Flicking my tongue over her nipple, I exhale and watch it tighten.
This time Violet muffles a curse. I won’t admit she can probably be as loud as she wants. My parents’ room is on the floor below us at the other end of the hall. It’s unlikely they’ll hear anything. On the off chance Violet gets a little too exuberant I keep that information to myself. We’ve had enough shit go down this weekend.
Still, I’m not being very nice by keeping her legs pinned together. Usually when I’m getting in some boob time, she has the opportunity to grind all over me. Not so right now. She can’t get off without the friction I’m denying.
When her moans turn desperate, I kiss my way down her stomach and part her legs.
“Please, Alex. I just want to come.”
I blow across her clit, and she groans. She clamps a hand over her mouth.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Don’t stop. Please,” she mumbles from behind her palm.
I’m about ready to be inside her, but she deserves a little torture for the hours of hard-ons I’ve endured this evening. I kiss the skin right above her clit.
She holds onto my hair tightly with her other hand. “Your mouth is made of magic.”