Page 58 of Bad For A Weekend

“God, yes,” she says with wild eyes. “I want all my firsts to be with you.”

My head falls back as she doubles her efforts, quickening her pace and moaning while she does it. My balls draw up, and a white-hot tingle spreads from the base of my spine throughout my entire body. I force myself to open my eyes and look down to see Baylor pumping me with her fist, her mouth latched onto my tip, and her throat working to swallow everything I’m giving her.

That’s not the only thing I notice, though. At some point, she put her hand between her legs, rubbing fast and furious. Giving me head is turning her on, and fuck me, that’s so sexy.

“Beautiful, that was amazing.” I stroke the back of her head.

She releases me but not before placing a chaste kiss on my tip. “It was okay?”

“Better than okay. That was the best head I’ve ever gotten.” I crouch and remove her hand from between her legs, feeling possessive of her pussy. I want all her orgasms to come from me. For tonight, I remind myself. Only for tonight. “But it looks like I’ve left you wanting.”

“Should we go back inside?”

“I have a better idea. Up you go.” With me crouching and her on her feet, I put my arms through her legs and lift her up to my chest before standing.

“Owen!” she cries out.

“You’re a cheerleader. I thought you would appreciate this.” I back her up against the ivy-covered wall and hoist her a little more to put her legs over my shoulders and her pussy right in front of my mouth.

“You’re insa—”

Her words are cut off when I lick up her wet cunt. She spreads her arms wide over the top of the wall, taking a little weight off me. It’s cute she thinks I need the help. I lift five times her weight daily, so this is a walk in the park.

“Your pussy is weeping for me. Do you want me to make you come, honey?”

“Please, Owen,” she begs.

It doesn’t take much to have her squirming in my arms, gyrating against me, and screaming my name. Knowing I did that, that I made her lose her mind and feel that good, does something to me. It makes me feel like I’m the king of the world, like I can do anything I ever dreamed of because I made this vision of a woman orgasm this hard.

Lowering her to her feet, she has a sleepy smile on her beautiful face, and I know our night is about to come to an end. Except I had so many more things I wanted to do to her, to show her. And she has one more hole I haven’t conquered. But even if I had all weekend, I couldn’t do that. It would take time and preparation. Knowing I’m leaving unfinished business means someone else will be the one who gets that honor.

I fucking hate that.

“Sleepy, little one?” I ask.

“A little,” she mumbles with her eyes drooping closed.

“Let me clean you up, then I’ll tuck you in.” I take my time washing and conditioning her hair, gently tipping her chin back to rinse. I soap her whole body up, memorizing the way her breasts feel and how smooth her cunt is. This is my last chance to touch her, and I take complete advantage.

When I can’t find a reason to stay under the warm shower any longer, I turn it off and wrap a towel around my waist before holding one open for her. She’s nearly sleepwalking, so I scoop her up and bring her back inside. Her head rests on my chest, and her breaths are coming evenly, telling me she’s asleep or at least well on her way.

I get the urge to hold her like this for a while, so I pace around the room, cradling her to me. As far as a one-night-only situation, this one was the best I’ve ever had. It’ll make going back to normal very difficult.

How in the hell am I going to handle it?

Baylor

Iwake up achy and sore but happier than I’ve been in a long time. Last night was incredible, and I’m certain that after Owen experienced how good we are together, he’ll agree to a more permanent situation. We can sneak around for a while, at least until he’s not working for my family anymore.

I’m sure when we tell people, they’ll freak out. Dad will definitely have questions, but we’ll figure it out. The only thing we need to discuss is college. I’m going to Pomona College, which is like an hour away, but maybe he can find a job there, or I can come home on weekends. We’ll make it work.

Smiling, I roll over and am disappointed to find the spot next to me empty. He didn’t stay the night. I was really looking forward to a round three before everyone woke up, but I guess it was smart to sneak out in case someone woke up before us.

I climb out of bed and am met with cool air touching places that are normally covered. Looking down, I see I’m naked, and there’s a towel tucked under my comforter. Wow. I really conked-out last night. The last thing I remember was Owen washing my hair. After that, it’s fuzzy.

Stepping into the bathroom, my eyes go wide at the state I’m in. My hair is insane from sleeping with it wet, but that’s fixable. The rest? Not so much. There are bruises from Owen’s bites along my breasts, a hickey right above my pussy, and my back is covered in scrapes from rubbing against the ivy-covered wall while he ate me out.

I look like I’ve been through a war. I smile big. This is what someone should look like after having sex for the first time.

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