Page 70 of Warmer, Colder

“Do you think we could be friends?”

Stasi props herself up, giving herself a better view as she scrutinizes every detail of my face. “Is that what you want to be? Friends?” In a quick movement, she’s seated atop me, hovering just over my hips, stopping just short of trapping me beneath her. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t usually let my friends fuck my face.” Her hand latches around my throat and pulls me up to meet her lips. Claiming my mouth, her tongue presses between my teeth and strokes mine. While our tongues tangle, her possessive grip on my throat grows slightly tighter, forcing out a whimper.

“Is this okay? Do you like it when I hold you like this, Crybaby?”

I nod, chasing her lips.

“Tell me,” she demands. “Or better yet, I won’t even make you say the words. I’ll just check for myself.” The backs of her knuckles tickle my stomach as she undoes the series of buttons and pulls my shorts open as much as she can with the denim resisting. But she manages to slip two fingers downthe front, dragging them up my center. Even over my panties, the movement has my hips jerking forward. “Oh yeah Babygirl, you’re so wet for me.” She scoots back onto the roof. “Take these off, I want to see for myself.”

Clumsily, I pull off my shorts, but when I go to remove my underwear, she swats my hand away.

“I said I wanted to see.” Grabbing my hand, she guides me back down. “Spread your legs for me. Show me how needy I make that pretty little cunt.”

Another gush of arousal seeps into the fabric between my legs as I open them for her.

“Oh sweetheart, look at you.” Her hands grip my knees as she stares down at the growing wet spot, speaking softly. “Just a few words have you soaking your panties?” She rubs her cheek against my knee. “I’m so glad you stopped lying to yourself because to deny this, well that would just be silly.” The brush of her thumb over the damp fabric has my legs twitching. “This pussy deserves better than that. It’s been neglected for so long, just waiting for someone to come along and fuck you the way you need.”

My panties just keep getting wetter and wetter, there’s no resisting it. My body yearns for her and that approving smirk. “Touch me. Please, I want you to make me come.”

“Oh, sweet girl, if you think you’re going to get me to rush through this, you don’t know me at all. I’m going to take my time with you, working you up, bringing you down, making you moan and sigh and gasp until you’re not sure where you end and I begin.” My hips jump when Stasi shifts my underwear to the side and slides a finger through my center. “I’ve been more than patient, and so will you.”

Biting my lip to prevent the objection that wants to slip free, I nod and try to relax as one finger enters me.

“Right here, this is where I belong, buried deep inside you.” I’m helpless but to let her drive another finger into me. The obscene squelching and my gasps are the only sounds between us as she keeps up a steady rhythm. “I love the way your pussy talks to me.” She hooks her fingers and drags them, making my hips jerk off the roof and a plea spill from my lips. “There we go, give me more. Yeah baby, so good to me, giving me every last drop.”

“Ah, god,” I yelp as she begins to pump into me faster and leans down to take my lip between her teeth. The smooth ball of her piercing tickles the tender skin.

“There’s no god here. Not in this dead world we find ourselves in. All you have is me.” Her tongue flicks against the open cut, soothing and inflicting discomfort at the same time. “You can pray to me if you want, though. If you ask real nice, I might even bless you with a chance to make me come.”

Wetness leaks down my thighs, between my ass cheeks, her words making it flood from me. I don’t even have time to worry whether that’s normal because she sends another shockwave of pleasure through me when she presses her thumb to my clit.

A gasping breath leaves me, and she inhales it greedily. “Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes. It feels s-so good,” I whine, growing more desperate for her by the second. My fingers ache with the need to feel her to the point that it becomes distracting, so I sit up and grab at her until she’s back in my lap.

“What do you want, Dirty Girl?” Her tongue gathers the remnants of me that coat her fingers. “Tell me and I might just give it to you.”

“I need to touch you.” I run my hands up her thick thighs that straddle me and slide them beneath her skirt, grabbing fistfuls of her round ass, trying to find something to tether me as I float outside my body and into some other realm of eroticism I haven’t experienced before.

“Do you want to feel what you do to me?” She takes my hand, folding all of my fingers but the middle and pointer, and then inserts them in her mouth. Her tongue ring tickles as she twists it around the digits. I’m confused until she slips it beneath her skirt and under the elastic band of her panties. My fingers twitch with the urge to sink deep inside of her. “That’s it, play with my pussy.”

She grips around me as I begin to pulse in and out of her. With her in my lap I can viscerally experience every flex and contraction in her thigh muscles, the press of her plush ass against my legs as she shifts up and down, and the friction of her cleavage rubbing against my chest. With her tits bouncing right in front of me, those three dermal piercings sparkling in the moonlight, my mouth waters uncontrollably. Unable to resist, I trace the outline of her nipple piercing over the fabric of her top while my left hand fumbles with the silver clasps. I admit defeat, realizing there are far too many to contend with while I’m still trying to keep up a rhythm with my right hand. “Take this off,” I plead.

She makes quick work of it like she’s done it a million times in far darker places. My stomach sinks for a moment at the reminder of just how much more experienced she is than me. But I don’t have time to dwell, as she captures all of my attention with her hand in my hair, pressing my lips to her breast. When I flick my tongue over her hard nipple, her satisfied groan encourages me to explore. Alternating between sucking, licking, and playing with the metal bar, I take my time learning what makes her squirm on my lap.

“Don’t stop.” Her words are a validating caress.

I squeeze her supple breast to keep it in my mouth as she begins to ride my fingers faster and harder. I love the way her body yields to me like I’m soothing an ache she’s been dying for.It’s the only surrender a woman like this will ever make, and I’m just grateful to witness it.

“Put another finger in. Fill me up.” I suck hard at the same time, which makes her whimper—a sound that could never get old. That girlish plea is quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever heard.I did that to her.Cold, sharp-tongued Stasi just whimpered for me.

“Stroke your fingers li—” I drag them down the front inner wall, guessing at what she meant. I must have been right because her thighs shake. “Yes, ah, right there. That’s my girl.” She picks up her pace, riding me faster. I continue the motion and her free hand dives down to her clit. “Oh fuck, oh yes. Mhmm, that’s it. That’s—” Her words break off into a cry as she comes. The sensation of her pussy pulsing around me along with her teeth sinking into my shoulder pulls a moan from me in harmony with her own.

Stasi’s arms tighten around my shoulders as the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her. “Fuck me, Dean’s List, you are a good student.” She laughs into my hair and my own follows.

Gently I slide my fingers out of her and cup my hands around her breasts, placing a kiss on each nipple.

“Nope, no more of that. It’s my turn.” She presses a manicured finger to my forehead and forces my lips away. The rosy buds taunt me as they harden under my attention. I would lick and suck them all night if she’d let me. I just want them in my mouth, so soft and sensitive. The way she squirms—

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