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“Shit, fuck, shit.” I mutter, tucking him back into his spot between my waistband and my stomach. The fucker escaped without me knowing, probably trying to make me blush on purpose, well jokes on him if I don’t get any tonight. Screw that, I'm definitely getting some tonight. When I slowly lift my eyes to Molly she’s grinning from ear to ear, braid twisting between her fingers as she watches me with a fluttering gaze. “You ok over there big boy?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod, totally unconvincingly and check my trouser snake one last time. He’s finally mellowed, taking note of the panic in my chest and going back to sleep until he’s summoned. Which turns out to be a lot sooner than either of us thinks.

The second I open the front door Molly practically tackles me, her arms coming around my neck, mouth smashing onto mine and her creamy thighs wrapping around my torso. This is even more heavenly that I remembered, my mind being a little woozy with alcohol must have muted how fucking breathtakingly beautiful Molly really is. I carry her up the stairs to my room, careful not to trip and drop her on her ass as we barrel into my bedroom. I drop her to the bed and she hauls her jeans down her legs, t-shirt following quickly and I copy her movements until we’re both naked. We’ve been in the house together precisely ten-seconds and already our warm bodies are colliding in a breathy, sweaty embrace. I don’t wait, I can’t, Lieutenant Davis is aching to get inside her and so I let him. Molly curses, nipping at my shoulder when I push so slowly into her wet heaven, wanting tonight to create double the fireworks that last night did for both of us. Molly yanks at my hair as I thrust to the hilt, muttering an, “Oh my fucking god,” into her neck where I suck open mouthed kisses onto her skin like my life depends on it. She tastes so good, like a warm summer’s day with strawberries and ice cream, the smell of the ocean and the breeze tickling your skin all mixed into one. She’s just heaven, that’s it, heaven. When she eventually sits down on my dick, riding me like a fucking bull, I very nearly combust inside her. But I don’t want this to be over yet, I want it to last longer than last night when we were both swimming from the three bottles of wine. Plus, the utter relief of finally being able to fuck the brains out of each other meant I couldn’t hold onto my guys for very long. Now I know I have her all to myself I'm desperate to slow down, experience every bit of her, her smell, her taste, her touch. I want to remember it all tomorrow, so much that the feeling of her is engraved into my bones. Molly runs her hands through the lengthy golden locks that flow from her head, eyes rolling back as she bounces on my dick like it was made for her. “My god Kyle, you’re so fucking huge it feels like you’re poking around in my stomach.” She slams down onto me, harder than before and I fist the bedsheets so hard I hear a tear in the cotton. Fuck, those were new. My cock twitches and I beg him to wait, don’t explode on me just yet big guy. “Oh god, yeah baby, just like that.” I hiss, taking a handful of her hips in both hands. But Molly halts her bouncing and narrows her eyes at me whilst my dick aches with tension, the orgasm that was almost spilling now vanishing into thin air.

“Don’t stop!” I yell, the vein in my forehead pulsing with panic, the orgasm having sprinted away from me at full speed.

“Baby?” She muses, pursed lips and chest flushed red from my rough touch. “I’m not sure about that nickname, sounds a bit too relationshippy.” “Don’t be dramatic,” I laugh, although my annoyance at my vanishing orgasm is definitely there under my relaxed tone. “I made you come last night more than you’ve ever come in your life right?”

She fists a hip, my dick still buried deep inside her. “The arrogance is unnecessary…but yes.”

I lift my arms to rest behind my head of wild hair, the aroma of sex in the air around us. “So, I get to call you baby, because that’s what you are while we’re fucking.”

Molly ponders my words for a moment and my heart stutters as I wait for her to do something, anything would be fine at this point as my cock is deflating inside her. After a beat she pops a shrug and climbs off me, swallowing my guy don’t her throat, making me slam my fists down onto the mattress beside me, thighs tensing. I glance down at her, thick lashes dancing on the pink apples of her cheeks and all I can think of is getting her on her knees and coming all over her perfectly bowed lips.

I sit up, lifting her off me and pointing to the ground as I fist myself slowly. “Get down.”

She smirks and does as I say without hesitation, which only makes my cock twitch with desperation. She takes the tip back between her soft lips, sucking it into the hot well of her mouth and my spine crawls with the impending explosion. I want to give her all of it, everything I’ve got. “Touch yourself.” I demand and her lips curve around me in a sultry smile, tongue lapping up my underside and making her name fall out of my lips on a curse. Her fingers roam her sopping clit and her eyes squeeze shut when I sink myself deeper into the crevice of her throat. “Are you going to come with my dick down your throat?”

Her bright round eyes pinball all over me. My hard stomach, my jaw, my arms, everywhere I'm tensing right now, like she loves watching me teetering on the edge, about to topple over. I love it too and when I spill my entire load all over her, coating her pouty lips with my taste, she swirls her tongue, taking every drop and swallowing deeply. I climb onto her, pushing her back to the ground and sinking my face between her legs, sucking the throbbing bud into my mouth and rolling it around between my teeth. “Shit Ky,” she moans, back arching off the floor and fingers twining into my hair, yanking me closer. She comes on my tongue, and when I lift my face to kiss her I can taste the mixture of our orgasms on our lips. She lies back on the ground, heavy sigh rolling up her throat. “That was even better than last night.”

“Yeah, it was.” I fall back with her, snaking an arm under her neck and pulling her to me. Her cheek finds my chest, resting just over my rapid heartbeat and she snuggles in close, our bodies sticking together. I think I could lie here for a few hours and not move, keeping Molly’s legs trapped between mine and inhaling every drop of her sweet smell. But unfortunately for me, this girl has more energy than a cockapoo puppy, so after only a few minutes tangled in my arms she springs up off the floor with a grin.

“I think it’s snack time.” She smiles, pulling her clothes back on and rebraiding her waves, securing them with a white hair tie. I haven’t moved yet, but I know I need to and come to think of it I'm fucking starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch and although I just devoured Molly I could use some real food too, I'm a growing boy.

I sit up and my ears prickle, I swear I just heard the front door close, which means the guys are home from their night at Mac’s. “I think the guys just got back…” I scratch my head, the anxiety suddenly back without warning when I think about taking Molly down there for them all to see. “Do you want to…stay, here? You don't have to go down there if you’re like, I don't know, nervous or something?”

Molly lifts a brow at me. “I think there’s only one person in this room who’s shitting a brick right now about his friends being downstairs.” “No, I—I—” my hand shields my eyes from embarrassment. “Fuck, I don't know Mol, I just…” she waits, eyebrows still raised like she’s waiting for me to put my foot in it. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable down there, with them all knowing what we just did.”

Molly’s cackle fills the air around us and my anxious eyes snap up. “You think I care that they know we’ve just had sex? I couldn’t give less of a shit Kyle,” she beckons me with a curl of her palm. “Come on, I'm hungry.” And with that, she blows out of my bedroom like a gust of wind.

Chapter 14

Molly

I skip down the stairs, my nerve endings dancing in the fire that Kyle just set in the pit of my stomach. That man lights me up and watches me burn and I fucking love it.

Sean leans against the kitchen counter, non-alcoholic beer can hanging beside him between his fingertips and I see Callie tucked into his left side. When my feet land on the bottom step, a strong arm locks around my waist, Kyle placing me gently onto the floor like he thinks I can’t walk on my own all of a sudden.

“What are you doing here?” I say to Callie and her face creases in that cocky way it always does. Lewis and Nick glance over at me from the couch, both of them engrossed in a game of COD, filling the room with the constant sound of a gun trigger.

“Me?” Callie titters, “What about you? Were you two studying together up there?”

“Yeah, Kyle was studying my clit in very fine detail,” I smirk and Kyle stiffens a little beside me, hand finding the nape of his neck as usual and his blue eyes land on his feet. “He’s got it perfected though, so no more studying required.” I press my pointer and thumb together in an ‘ok’ sign and Kyle huffs a relief filled laugh.

“Want a beer Mol?” Sean slides a can across the island to me and I take the ring pull between my fingers, listening to it hiss. I’m not usually a beer sort of girl, I much prefer a fruity concoction or some sort of spirit with a splash of mixer. But my body is like a live wire right now and I need something to calm my raging blood flow, slow me down and stop the incessant bobbing I'm doing. Kyle lays a gentle hand on the small of my back and my eyes fall on him, his jaw now relaxed and his eyes gleaming with laughter as he jokes with Sean. By the time the four of us are a few more beers down — minus Sean who refuses to touch a drop when he’s driving Callie home — the whole atmosphere has calmed. The two Xbox zombies gave up their imaginary battle about half an hour ago and have gone to bed, thank fuck. Callie, Sean, Kyle and I have now taken their place on the sofa and I'm sprawled out on Kyle’s lap, his body cocooned around mine like a nest. My cheek is against his chest, my legs spread out and I swear I could fall asleep smooshed against his body like this. One thing I can’t get out of my head though is my conversation with Callie this morning. My eyes keep inadvertently falling onto Sean’s crotch, then to Kyle’s, then back to Sean’s. I notice Sean squirming under my gaze after a few choice glances his way and Callie’s hand suddenly snaps into my line of vision, landing on Sean’s budging zip and covering him.

“Can you stop? I know what you’re doing.” She hisses, as if the room isn't silent and the two men in question won’t notice our whispering across them.

Sean scratches a nervous hand to his stubbly chin. “Yeah Mol, can you stop staring at my solider? You’re making him nervous.”

“Just thinking,” I say, narrowing my eyes and dropping my chin to my palm.

“About my junk?”

I nod innocently. “Yeah, Callie and I were comparing you two this morning.”

“What?” Sean and Kyle both almost spit their beers all over the living room, eyes gaping, jaws swinging.

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