Page 14 of Wreck Me
I followed her movements as she unlatched the button of her jeans from its loop and slowly pulled down her zipper. From the widened opening of her jeans, cream-colored lace panties peeked through and made my mouth water. She tugged the jeans down her thighs and used her feet to press the legs down further before stepping out of them. The rust-colored shirt she wore draped from her tits as she bent to move the pants, revealing what I had to look forward to seeing fully tonight.
Tonight would be vastly different from the day in the library. Tonight I planned to take my time.
Once free from her pants, she sat back down on the couch beside me, looking at me coyly, waiting for me to do or say something. I didn’t hesitate before I reached over and grabbed her thigh, squeezing the supple skin roughly. My calloused palm contrasted the softness of her skin and somehow the touch alone radiated heat straight to my dick. I wasn’t gentle when I pulled her by her thigh, laying her leg over mine so they spread out, the side of her body pressed against mine.
Shifting my weight, I leaned into her, leaving my hand on her thigh while I reached around with my other hand and wound my fingers through her hair, bringing her face toward me. Her lips instantly found mine, and she sighed into our kiss, letting me take the reins. I guided her into a heated kiss, only breaking apart when I could physically feel her need to breathe.
Isla’s chest rose and fell hard as she looked at me through hooded eyes, her cheeks stained pink with arousal. She bit her lower lip, fighting a smile as she leaned her head back against the couch.
“Grab that blanket for me, would ya?” I asked casually, reaching forward and taking the remote off the small coffee table in front of us and clicking the power button. The TV came to life and one of my favorite comedies was already playing. Convenient, since it was now my turn to choose a movie.
Isla whipped the blanket at me, its soft knit covering my face as it hit me and dropped into my lap. I reached to reposition it over us, and she went to move her leg off of mine.
“Absolutely not,” I growled, snatching it back before it had even really moved.
Her warm laugh filtered through the air. “Alright, have it your way.” She shrugged, snuggling in closer to me.
As I finished spreading the blanket over her lap, my eyes caught on a small wet spot seeping through her panties and I dipped my finger down to rub over it, feeling the evidence of how our kiss had made her feel. Isla’s breathing hitched at my touch, so I left my hand, continuing to lightly rub up and down the small stretch of fabric. She finished laying the blanket over her lap and let her eyes fall on where my hand slowly moved beneath the blanket.
“Watch the movie, Isla.”
Her eyes immediately snapped to mine before moving to focus on the TV. Satisfied, I also turned my attention to the TV, leaving my hand pressed against her panty-covered pussy under the blanket.
I let her squirm against the side of my hand, knowing that with every passing minute, she was getting more desperate for my touch. My attention was on the movie—laughing at all the appropriate parts—as I let her grow more desperate for me. It’d only been a few minutes—maybe twenty—but the way her hips subtly moved in a silent plea to be touched, had encouraged my dick to grow impossibly hard. It was getting more difficult to pretend like I wasn’t eager to give her exactly what she wanted. And she showed incredible restraint too, as she pretended to watch the movie I had put on for us.
As fun as this was, I knew something else we could be doing that’d be a lot more enjoyable.
Slowly, I trailed my fingers over her center, my touch featherlight as I made my way to the top of the lace trimmed cotton fabric. She kept her lips pressed firmly together, trying to steady her breathing while anticipation and arousal both ran at full speed through her veins.
My hand dipped below the fabric and I pushed it lower until my fingers skated across her clit, sending her body into a sharp jolt.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, her eyes fluttering closed as I rubbed slow, lazy circles on her clit. I kept my pointer finger on her nub as I shifted my hand to allow my middle and ring fingers to dip into her wetness, staying right on the surface.
She wassoakedand heat radiated from her, so ready for me and me alone, reminding me of our first time together. On instinct, her legs spread wider beneath the blanket as she opened herself up for me. But I kept my hand unmoving, simply enjoying the soft, wet feeling of her bare skin.
“Please, Caleb,” she begged, moving her own hand beneath the blanket to rest on top of mine. She tried to push my hand down more, but I held firm, unmoving. “Touch me, Caleb.God, I need you to touch me.”
Ignoring her pleas, I turned my head to the side and allowed my mouth to find her jawline, pressing soft kisses just beneath it while moving to her ear. I nuzzled it with my nose, inhaling her scent while she squirmed again. Hot air floated past my parted lips as I panted, my own arousal heightening the anticipation of the moment.
“I’m going to treat you like a queen while we’re in public, Isla,” I murmured against her skin. “A queen who is deserving of much more than a lowly boy like me.”
She whimpered as I slowly dipped my fingers into her, moving the heel of my hand against her clit as I did. Scissoring my fingers in an opening and closing motion, I stretched her and watched as she bit her lip in an effort to hold in her moan.
“But, Isla?” I asked, curling my fingers up to caress her G-spot.
All sound faded away except for my fingers moving inside of her wet pussy, my question left unanswered as Isla succumbed to the pleasure. I took the opportunity to suck the supple skin of her neck into my mouth roughly, not caring if it left a mark in my wake.
“In private, I will treat you like the slut I know you are. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms? Mine. Any objections, Starlight?”
“None whatsoever,” she moaned as her hips rolled against my touch.
That was all I needed to withdraw my fingers from her pussy, moving my hands to her hips to pull her onto my lap. My fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and I pulled it up over her head, her arms lifting to help it glide off her. As I tossed the shirt to the side, I caught her lips with mine, kissing her like my life depended on it. Isla melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck as I took my time exploring her body with my touch and my tongue.
Gripping her ass, I flipped her, laying her down on the couch and kneeled between her legs, looking down at her. She looked like a goddess, laid out wearing only thin layers of lace and cotton, her skin flushed and her hair wild.
“Time to take these off too, Starlight,” I told her, hooking my thumbs into her panties. She lifted her hips, and I slid them past the curve of her ass and down her thighs before I had to stand from the couch to pull them off completely.
Through half hooded eyes, she caught me by surprise when she asked a question I wasn’t ready to answer truthfully. “Caleb, why do you call me Starlight?”
