Page 10 of Piston

“It does matter if it means I can’t get my dick wet,” I state as a matter of fact, and she snorts, dropping her forehead to my chin. I grin. “Knew that would make you laugh….”

Shaking her head, she looks up and grips my shirt, then whispers, “How about you make me forget my crappy day instead?”

I grin wide. “You don’t have to tell me twice….”

She squeals as I bend over and place my shoulder against her belly, lifting her up in a fireman’s hold before laughing loudly. I smirk, taking her deeper into her bland apartment, toward her bedroom.

I open the door, examining the dark purple wall behind her four-post double bed, covered in dark blue sheets.

The other three walls are cream. Two black butterflies are painted on the back wall, or they’re stuck on, I don’t know.

With a shake of my head, I throw Natalie onto her bed, making her gasp and then laugh, before I pounce, my body covering hers.

She wraps her legs around my waist as I cage her in with my body, my hands flat on the mattress beside her head. I press my lips against hers, our tongues instantly tangling, and she moans, gripping the back of my neck.

Immediately, I feel at home, a feeling I push back, like always refusing to look deeper into this, into us.

I break the kiss first, my lips going to her jaw. She angles her head, giving me more room, and I glide my lips to her neck, sucking hard as one hand goes to her jeans, unbuttoning them, while my other holds me up so I don’t squash her.

I bite her neck, causing her to gasp, before I push off her body. I pull her jeans and panties down and off, throwing them across the room, before I glide my hands up between her legs, parting her juicy thighs.

Her glistening, wet, bare cunt enters my vision, her clit poking through the hood, and I groan, driving straight in, licking herfrom ass to clit, circling it before sucking the small bud into my mouth.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Natalie moans, her hands coming to my hair, gripping it tight, and everything else disappears—my nightmares, the brothers' knowing eyes, school, everything—and all I see and hear is her.

I wrap my hands around her thighs, gripping them to keep them open as I lay my body on the bed, and shove my tongue deep inside her cunt, tasting her sweet nectar, moaning, all while she squirms beneath me.

I move my right hand, pressing it against her stomach to keep her still, my thumb reaching her enlarged clit. I press down hard, rubbing tight circles as her walls flutter around my tongue, and I push in deeper, as deep as I can go, before her juices coat my chin.

Natalie screams as she comes, and I drink her up, my thumb still rubbing hard circles, drawing out her orgasm until she pulls on my hair.

I get one last lick before sucking her clit hard, causing her to arch her back, aftershocks hitting her body. I climb up, my mouth instantly taking hers, making her taste herself.

She moans, gripping the back of my neck as her tongue sweeps in my mouth, and I quickly undo my jeans without breaking our kiss. I shove my jeans down before grabbing the condom out of my pocket, and sheathing myself.

Natalie moves her hand down between us and grips my hard cock, making me moan before guiding the tip to her entrance.

I thrust forward hard, and she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back, my lips going to her creamy skin.

“Fuck, Diamond,” I rasp, holding still so I don’t come.

She’s tight, so fucking tight, and warm, and wet.

Perfection….

Gripping her thighs, I lift them slightly and spread them, before I start moving my hips, thrusting in and out of her hard, wondering if I’ll ever have enough of her, if maybe we could carry on with the arrangement after I graduate.

It’s a shame I can’t see the fucking future, though; maybe then I would have saved us both a hell of a lot of hurt.

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Natalie – Twenty-Two Years Old – One Year Later

I smile at Duncan, handing him his lunchbox before he takes my hand and allows me to guide him through the security-locked door that Marcus, the guard, unlocks and opens for us.

Duncan’s mom instantly grins when she sees him, and he lets go of my hand and runs over to her. She catches the beautiful, dark-haired three-year-old, and swings him around, causing him to giggle before she waves at me. I wave back, and watch them leave. I sigh, knowing I need to clean up the paint supplies before I can go.

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