Page 11 of Spreading Her Wings

She fidgeted with her hands. The same woman who had climbed into my lap just minutes earlier stared sheepishly at me. “Um, your dick is pierced?”

“It is.” She raised her eyebrows, running her eyes along the three bars on the underside of my shaft. I smirked, entertained by her obvious shock mixed with concern. “I promise you’ll enjoy it,” I said, bringing her out of her stupor.

She bit her lip and pulled at it, making a popping sound when she released it. Her throat bobbed when she swallowed. “Do you have a condom?” A deep blush colored her cheeks, and the innocence in the way she asked hit me in my chest.

Nodding, I grabbed the foil packet tucked in my wallet. She ran her hand along her slit to wet it before she closed it tightly around my dick. I hissed, thrusting my hips upwards into her grasp. She ran her hand along the length, squeezing more at the tip and running her fingers along each individual bar with care.

“I need you.Now.” I pulled her hand away and rolled on the condom before lifting her by her hips and bringing her down on my erection.

Her high-pitched moan was short, and I stilled. The piercings tended to shock women who hadn’t experienced them before, and judging by the way her mouth fell open, she was feeling the extra sensation.

She planted her hands on my shoulders, lifting and dropping herself back down with a moan before picking up her pace. The muscles in her stomach rolled while she rode me, digging her nails into the soft skin by my neck. It was a sight to behold.

“God, you feel so good. Your pussy is milking my dick. You love it, don’t you?”

She whimpered, but she didn’t stop moving. “Yes. Shit. I’m so close.”

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her down and held her to me. I raised my hips, pushing into her and lifting her from the couch with each thrust. Her eyes rolled back, and she dropped her head, letting her hair fall in waves behind her. The exposed skin of her neck was soft, and she shivered when I ran my teeth along it.

When she came, she screamed my name and collapsed against my chest. The ecstasy on her face rivaled her sweet sounds as I finished with a jerk. “God, that was…”

“Amazing,” she finished with a sigh, nuzzling her face against my neck briefly before sliding off my lap and back onto the couch.

When she did, I missed the warmth of her thighs closed around mine. Was I ever going to look at her the same way? She couldn’t ever go back to being just my sister’s annoying best friend. “Yeah, but it was just one night.” It was more of a reminder for me.

She lazily trailed her eyes down my body to where her leg was still tossed over mine. “Just one night,” she agreed, pulling her leg back.

We watched the credits of the movie play in silence until the screen went black. When it did, Katie stood with a yawn and bent down for her sweatshirt. Pulling it over her head, she turned to face me.

“Thank you again for coming over.” That was my cue to go. “I really needed that.” The way her cheeks blushed pink made it clear she wasn’t thanking me for the pizza.

I winked at her, standing from the couch. She let me pull her into a hug, and I breathed in the smell of coconut from her hair. “Call me the next time you have a bad day and don’t want to be alone. I can be that for you.”

I can be that for you?!First I was asking her to be my fake girlfriend, and now I was telling her to call me when she needed to get laid. Even though we’d said only one night.

“If you don’t stop chewing at your lip like that, you’re going to gnaw it right off your face, sweet girl.”

I jumped, spinning towards the porch. “Jesus, Aunt June! You scared me!”

“I don’t know why. I’ve been standing here for five minutes watching you stare at what appears to be absolutely nothing.” She pointed next door at the house on the left. There was no movement out front or in any of the windows.

Most of the street was abandoned and quiet, likely because most families would be spending the day hiking around the lake or enjoying the time downtown. April was still cold in Michigan, but on a rare Saturday like this, it got up to almost sixty degrees. Everyone took advantage of those days.

I stared at the pile of dead leaves and debris I’d spent the last few hours cleaning out of the gutters. Aunt June only lived a block away from me. I’d bought a house close to her to be able to help with things like this. She never asked me to do it, but she was like my grandma. She didn’t have to ask.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just a bit distracted today.” I went back to scooping handfuls of the wet, mushy leaves from the ground and into the trash bin.

She laughed, leaning against the railing on her porch. “I’d say so. Does it have anything to do with this boy you’refake dating?” She used her fingers to make air quotes.

“No, of course not.”Yes, absolutely.

For the last couple of days, I’d thought about how stupid it was for me to climb into his lap and then ride him until my legs shook. And the piercings? I definitely hadn’t stopped thinking about those or the way they’d felt inside me. I shivered.

“So that’s not him standing at the end of my driveway?” There was an amused grin on her face when she pointed behind me, and I whipped around to see him leaning against his truck with his arms crossed. When did he get there?

“Oh my god,” I whispered, earning a laugh from my great aunt.

She waved at Auston before turning to walk back to the house. “I’m going to go check on the girls.” She referred to my sixteen-year-old twin sisters as if they weren’t perfectly capable of and willing to take care of themselves.

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