Page 4 of Pieces of Us

Hart shakes her head, pressing her mouth back to mine, this time feeling more confident and forceful in the way she consumes me. It’s fucking hot, feeling her take what she wants from me. I’m starving for her. As my tongue slides against hers, I feel a delighted squirm the more demanding I become. Recklessly losing myself to this intoxication, I reposition my hands on her hips, pull her down on my lap and rock her back and forth against my length. As she straddles me, her body moving in ways I’ve only ever dreamed it would, she clasps her hands around my neck to pull me closer.

She’s so responsive to my touch. When I tug on her ponytail, she lets out the sexiest fucking breathless sound I’ve ever heard, the rumble of it shooting straight to my dribbling cock. Her mewls are just as exquisite when I squeeze her fuller hips or play with the clasp of the bra that’s encasing the best set of breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on. As my hands roam the slickness of her skin, I’m aware I’ve just unlocked a new obsession: touching every available surface of her.

My favourite place to plant my hands, though, has to be her ass. There have been times when she’s made an off-handed comment or joke about being too heavy, oblivious to how wild her body drives me. She has no idea that she is a curvy, walking wet dream. Her peachy ass looks so damn fine in the jeans she’s sporting tonight—nothing like some of the skeletons walking around these days. Her ass is plump, juicy, ripe and perfect for the picking.

Kissing her is fucking bliss, and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been with her pussy rubbing against my straining dick. There’s no way that this isn’t making my wank bank, that I’m not jerking off to this moment for the rest of my life.

Chapter 4

Crawling

Amity, 16 —June, Year 11

‘Crawl to me, baby,’ Linc’s gruff voice echoes in his childhood bedroom. Our dads are at an awards night, leaving us to babysit Jasmine, Linc’s sister, who’s now nine. It’s nearing midnight, and the little angel is well and truly passed out down the hall.

The moment Linc kissed me last year, we became inseparable. If we’re not together, we’re in constant contact, texting, calling or FaceTiming. Thank God for iPhones. I think both our dads are naive to what we get up to when we’re alone, or they’re just trying to ignore it.

We’ve just finished watching The Wolf of Wall Street and are tangled in his sheets. Somewhere between the start and end of the movie, we managed to lose the remote, and I lost scissors, paper, rock on who would get up and turn it off at the point.

Technically, I’m not allowed in Linc’s room if the door is shut or Uncle Jacob isn’t home, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I’ll just sneak back into the guest room when we hear the garage open. Dad will most likely stay here tonight as well, so he doesn’t have to wake me and take me home.

‘Dammit, baby, get on your knees and fucking crawl to me. I want to see my ass,’ he reiterates, making my core clench.

Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my sweet best-friend-turned-boyfriend, Lincoln Hayes, would be a filthy dirty talker. Transitioning from friends to young lovers had its moments—especially when he spoke dirty to me for the first time and I cracked up laughing—but since then, I’ve come to crave it. I don’t know where he comes up with this stuff. We’ve watched porn together, and I’d never heard the guy say this stuff. Sure, I’ve read it in my under-the-bed copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, but there’s no way he’d ever read that kind of mummy book porn.

As I lower to my knees to give him a show, he asks me to take his shirt off. I shake my head saucily at him, hoping he forgets about it when he sees my ass. I’m still battling with being rounder than a lot of the girls in my grade. I don’t miss some glances we get when Linc and I are together. He’s so fit, and I’m so…fat. It’s especially noticeable when we’re with our friends and I have to sit next to Billie, Lily or any of the other girls in our group.

‘Fuck me,’ he breathes in awe as I sway my hips sensually. Dragging my knees across his carpeted floor, I know he can see my entire backside. I’ve worn a cute little light pink G-string that my ass greedily gobbles up. He can so clearly see my globes jiggling with each slink I make towards him. It’s the smallest of mercies, but by God, I’m thrilled the lights are dimmed. I’m also grateful that his Panic! At The Disco tee is loose on my frame, hiding the belly bulge. I’ve been trying to exercise and eat right, but my body just doesn’t want to listen and lose the weight.

I’m thankful that Linc seems to like me the way I am. We haven’t had sex yet, but we’re close. I can feel the building tension every time we’re alone. He’s fingered me and licked me out, and I’ve returned the favour a few times, but I’m definitely no pro at sucking. I’ve gagged a bunch of times, and I just can’t get the technique right. Linc assures me he loves how I take him in my mouth, but I just don’t feel sexy when he’s stuffed down my throat. Every time I go down on him, I feel self-conscious, and I’m not really in the moment, so it looks like I don’t like doing it. Tonight, I want to show him how much I crave him and want to swallow his come.

As I inch forward, I stare up at him. He’s dazed as he looks down at me. He has one arm behind his head, and the other is stroking his hard-on beneath his boxers. It looks ginormous from where I’m kneeling. I sigh at his gorgeousness. He is ripped in all the right places without being a beefcake, and he’s definitely in his I’m-becoming-a-man stage. Biting his lower lip, I can hear him grunt the harder he tugs.

‘Hey, baby?’ I ask.

‘Hm?’ He barely responds, lost in the moment.

‘Do you want to fuck my throat?’ It comes out more demure than sexy, but it took a lot of confidence to spew those words out.

‘What?’ he splutters, caught off-guard. His eyes are wide open now, gauging if he heard me correctly.

‘I want to give you a blow job,’ I try again, more directly. I can feel my cheeks turning rosy, and my mouth is dry as cotton balls. It’s a thousand degrees in here. I’m not sure if it’s because the heater has been turned on, because Linc is the definition of male porn, or because I’m utterly embarrassed that he hasn’t answered me with a ‘fuck yes’ yet.

Before I further analyse why the room is stifling hot, he pounces towards the foot of the bed. As he stands, I’ve never felt more dominated by him.

‘Do I want you to suffocate on my cock until I’m coming down your pretty little throat and all over your face? You fucking bet I do, baby.’ With both hands, he grabs my cheeks, forcing my mouth to his in a bruising kiss. ‘God, you make me so fucking horny,’ he breathes into me. When he releases me, he stands tall, waiting for me to make my move. Eager to please, I yank his boxers down, allowing him to step out of them and kick them somewhere to the side.

Every time I’m face-to-face—or cock-to-face—it’s like I’m staring at the eighth wonder of the world. In a soft caress and reverence, Linc palms my cheek, encouraging me to take my time. He never rushes me or makes me feel like I’m a novice at giving head. It’s one of the things I love most about him. Gently, he threads his fingers through my hair, shifting it to wrap it around his fist. He encases the other hand around his cock and taps my bottom lip.

‘Open up, Hart.’

I know he’s easing me into it before he fully intends to fuck my face.

Thrusting in slowly, I adjust as much as I can to his size. ‘Fucking perfection,’ he groans, tipping his head back. As I suck the head, I become heady at the first taste of salty pearl at the tip. Unable to control how horny I am, I moan, stretching my mouth over his length further. I’m barely halfway when my gag reflex triggers. This is usually the point where I lose confidence in my ability and overthink things, but not today. Dolly magazine said to use the gag to my advantage, so that’s what I do. I pull back, letting a string of saliva connect my mouth to his dick, and start stroking the base as I glance up at him. He’s watching me in wonder. Fisting my hand around his cock, I put him back into my mouth, letting him in deeper.

‘Jesus Christ, baby, your mouth. I can’t get enough of you.’ He says it like he’s in pain or struggling to control himself. I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue, trying all the tricks I picked up in the magazine. As he thrusts his hips, I can feel him sinking further down my throat. I can’t breathe, and my body is fast becoming starved of oxygen, but I don’t let it deter me from giving him the best damn head he’s ever received.

‘You want this, huh? You want my cum to make your face all messy, baby?’ he grits, gliding down further. I’m sure if he took a picture, you’d see his cock protruding in my windpipe. Every part of my body tingles, seeing the sweet torture I’m pleasuring him with. I know he’s close, but I really need him to get there, because the deprivation of air is making me feel faint. Dark splotches rim my vision and my head feels heavy. There’s also a metallic taste spreading across my tongue while snot drips from my nose. In a matter of seconds, he releases a roar and comes down my throat, shoving the last bit of my face into his groin so the last spurts remain on my tongue.

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