Page 11 of Off Limits

This time everything is vivid. His tongue is rough and smooth at the same time, probing deeply into my mouth, moving quickly. I slide my hands across his back as he starts moving towards me, backing me down onto the couch until I’m lying down with him on top of me. He presses the length of his body down on mine and grinds himself between my legs, and I can feel the hard length of his erection. Hot tension coils inside me.

I’ve had sex with one person before. Dante was an eighteen year old actor on a show my mom was doing makeup on last fall, and she invited him over for dinner. The three of us had pizza, and then she suddenly stood up and announced she was going out and left. Dante and I made out that night and then hung out a few times after. I lost my virginity to him on the couch of the apartment he shared with four roommates when everyone was asleep, and then we did it another time in the back of his car. It was all rather unexceptional, but now, with Kye dry-humping me in my dad’s basement, I find myself wondering if it will be better this time.

Sleeping with Kye would be strategic more than anything else. He’s hot, and he’s popular, yet somehow he’s not my type. There’s something immature and cruel about him. He’s a rich jerk. But being his girlfriend would make things easier for me at school. People would stop wondering why I wasn’t in class for three weeks and start wondering instead how I’d landed the untameable Kye Knight.

My head is spinning. He’s not a great kisser, but Kye smells good, like cut grass and after shave, and I’m pleased knowing that Kye Knight has his tongue in my mouth right now and his hard cock pressing against me, like it’s an accomplishment. I can’t stop kissing him, even though a small part of me is starting to wonder what time Jean-Luc is liable to get home at.

“Kye,” I finally say, pulling my mouth away from his to speak, “Kye, my dad.”

“Your dad what?” he breathes, still pressing his erection against me.

“He’s…he’s going to be home soon. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.”

“Are you serious?” He looks pained. “You want to stop?”

“No. I don’t want to stop. I just…I don’t know. What if we get caught?”

“Let’s go to your room, then. Can you lock the door?”

Oh my God, if Jean-Luc found out I had a boy in my room… “No, we can’t. I don’t know. Maybe we should stop.”

“C’mon,” he presses his mouth against mine again, as if he can distract me with a kiss.

I pull away. “You don’t know my dad. He’s strict.”

“Dude,” he whines. “You got me hard.” He grinds his crotch against me to show me.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I turn my face to the side as he leans down to kiss me, and he takes the hint, sitting up with a huff.

“Can’t you at least suck me off? It won’t take long.”

I weigh my options quickly. I really don’t want Jean-Luc to come home and find Kye here, but we’re in the basement, and if I keep my clothes on I could sneak him out the patio doors quickly and rush upstairs to pretend I was just watching a movie if I heard Jean-Luc come in.

And I’m turned on and horny. The idea of seeing Kye Knight’s dick, of having it in my mouth, is exciting. Things would never be the same between us after that.

“C’mon,” he says, sensing my indecision, and I quirk my mouth as I stand up and kneel between his legs.

“Okay.”

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He fists it, holding it at the ready and directs it towards my mouth.

It looks surprisingly unremarkable, somehow less than I expected even though I’ve only ever seen Dante’s cock, but I bend forward and lick my lips before taking it in my mouth.

“Yes,” he breathes, pumping himself back and forth in a way that catches me off guard and throws off my rhythm. I wrap a hand around his shaft to hold him in place, but he just thrusts harder against my hand, until I feel like a helpless participant in something I’m not actually needed for. I press down with my hand, trying to be subtle but regain control so I can do my thing.

He puts a hand around the back of my head. “I’m going to come really soon,” he groans, and it sounds more like a plea for patience than dirty talk. He pumps himself harder and faster into my mouth and I give up trying, freezing in place uselessly while he uses my mouth.

For a moment the only sound is a wet slapping, punctuated by Kye’s heavy breathing, until a furious booming voice splits the air.

“Danica!”

Panic jolts through me so fast I almost bite down on Kye’s dick as I whip my head around. Kye swears in shock and I can hear him fumbling to zip up his pants.

My stepdad is standing in the doorway of the den, a terrifying look of holy hellfire on his face. I’ve never seen him look so angry in my life. A muscle is jumping in his jaw, his eyes are flinty and hard, and he actually looks…dangerous.

“Dad!” The blood drains from my face. I was paying at least partial attention to any sounds that might alert me to his arrival. His perfectly designed house must be so soundproof there wasn’t even so much as a creak when he walked down the stairs to the basement.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Holland!” Kye blurts out, addressing Jean-Luc by my last name. There’s more fumbling, and maybe the sound of him standing up, but I still can’t take my eyes off Jean-Luc.

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