And he was aching to come after all Elaine’s
attention—that, coupled with their suggestive game of Truth or Dare and sitting
in the hot tub with two naked girls, was his downfall.
He didn’t
stand a chance.
“Wait!”
That’s all he managed as Elaine stroked his shaft, her mouth and tongue like
slick, hot silk up and down his cock. She sucked him fast and hard, her bare
breasts rubbing up against him. He could feel her hard nipples brushing against
his thighs as she worked his dick in and out of her hot little mouth. He
glanced down at her wet, blonde head, her big, blue eyes tilted up at him, and
groaned. No way. He was going to come in her mouth. Just like that. He couldn’t
stop anything now.
“Oh fuck.”
He closed his eyes, grimacing, his balls drawn up tight, and when she cupped
them, her fingernails lightly raking there as if she could coax his cum out
with the motion, he gave her just what she was looking for.
Henry
groaned, his hips bucking, spilling his cum into her greedy mouth. He knew
there would be a lot and he heard her gag, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. Her
mouth felt so fucking good! He grabbed her hair and she whimpered a protest as
he shuddered and shoved himself in deeper, wanting more of her tongue, that
sweet, lashing, pink tongue.
“Sorry,”
Henry gasped, the first bit of awareness coming back to him. He heard Dean
swearing, saying something about the hot tub.
“Why didn’t
you swallow it?” Dean swore again and Henry lifted his head to see him standing
behind Elaine. “They’re supposed to test the water tomorrow!”
Henry
half-sat up on his elbows, seeing his waning cock, trapped by the elastic edge
of his boxers, and Elaine’s wet face, covered and dripping with his cum.
“I couldn’t
swallow it all,” Elaine panted, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “It
was too much!”
That’s when
Henry realized he couldn’t see Libby. He heard something behind him, a
shuffling sound, and when he glanced back, he saw her almost fully dressed,
pulling on her jacket.
“Hey.” Henry
sat fully now, shoving himself back into his boxers and standing. He glanced
back once guiltily at Elaine, but he couldn’t just let Libby go. “Wait. Libby,
wait!”
She didn’t
look back as she opened the French doors and went through them. He swore,
grabbing his clothes and going after her, not thinking twice, but stopping
every few steps to pull something else on—jeans, shirt, shoes. He shoved his
socks in his jacket pocket as he shrugged it on, hurrying out of the front door
of the frat house.
She was
already almost to the end of the block.
“Libby!” He
called after her, breaking into a run. His phone rang in his jeans pocket and
he swore again, pulling it out, sure it was Dean.
It was his
mother. He shoved it back into his pocket, still running toward Libby, almost
there now. She was walking fast, but she was only walking.
“Libby!” He
grabbed her arm, whirling her around. “I’m sorry. Libby, I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever.”
She waved him away, turning and starting to walk again.
“I’m drunk.”
Some excuse, he thought, glancing over at her. Her head was down, her wet hair
stuck to her cheeks. “It was stupid. I didn’t...”
“Henry.” She
stopped. “Just don’t.” She blinked at him, her mouth working, as if she was
looking for something to say. “I should never have…” Her voice trailed off and
her eyes looked wet in the moonlight. “Let’s just forget tonight, okay?”
“But—” His
phone rang again and he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. His
mother again. Damnit.
“You should
answer that.” She turned and started walking again. “See you around, Henry.”
He took a
deep breath, turning from Libby as she walked away and answered his phone.
“Hello?”
“Henry!” His
mother’s concerned voice came through the phone so loudly he held it away from
his ear. “Are you okay?”
He glanced
back and saw Libby turn the
attention—that, coupled with their suggestive game of Truth or Dare and sitting
in the hot tub with two naked girls, was his downfall.
He didn’t
stand a chance.
“Wait!”
That’s all he managed as Elaine stroked his shaft, her mouth and tongue like
slick, hot silk up and down his cock. She sucked him fast and hard, her bare
breasts rubbing up against him. He could feel her hard nipples brushing against
his thighs as she worked his dick in and out of her hot little mouth. He
glanced down at her wet, blonde head, her big, blue eyes tilted up at him, and
groaned. No way. He was going to come in her mouth. Just like that. He couldn’t
stop anything now.
“Oh fuck.”
He closed his eyes, grimacing, his balls drawn up tight, and when she cupped
them, her fingernails lightly raking there as if she could coax his cum out
with the motion, he gave her just what she was looking for.
Henry
groaned, his hips bucking, spilling his cum into her greedy mouth. He knew
there would be a lot and he heard her gag, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. Her
mouth felt so fucking good! He grabbed her hair and she whimpered a protest as
he shuddered and shoved himself in deeper, wanting more of her tongue, that
sweet, lashing, pink tongue.
“Sorry,”
Henry gasped, the first bit of awareness coming back to him. He heard Dean
swearing, saying something about the hot tub.
“Why didn’t
you swallow it?” Dean swore again and Henry lifted his head to see him standing
behind Elaine. “They’re supposed to test the water tomorrow!”
Henry
half-sat up on his elbows, seeing his waning cock, trapped by the elastic edge
of his boxers, and Elaine’s wet face, covered and dripping with his cum.
“I couldn’t
swallow it all,” Elaine panted, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “It
was too much!”
That’s when
Henry realized he couldn’t see Libby. He heard something behind him, a
shuffling sound, and when he glanced back, he saw her almost fully dressed,
pulling on her jacket.
“Hey.” Henry
sat fully now, shoving himself back into his boxers and standing. He glanced
back once guiltily at Elaine, but he couldn’t just let Libby go. “Wait. Libby,
wait!”
She didn’t
look back as she opened the French doors and went through them. He swore,
grabbing his clothes and going after her, not thinking twice, but stopping
every few steps to pull something else on—jeans, shirt, shoes. He shoved his
socks in his jacket pocket as he shrugged it on, hurrying out of the front door
of the frat house.
She was
already almost to the end of the block.
“Libby!” He
called after her, breaking into a run. His phone rang in his jeans pocket and
he swore again, pulling it out, sure it was Dean.
It was his
mother. He shoved it back into his pocket, still running toward Libby, almost
there now. She was walking fast, but she was only walking.
“Libby!” He
grabbed her arm, whirling her around. “I’m sorry. Libby, I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever.”
She waved him away, turning and starting to walk again.
“I’m drunk.”
Some excuse, he thought, glancing over at her. Her head was down, her wet hair
stuck to her cheeks. “It was stupid. I didn’t...”
“Henry.” She
stopped. “Just don’t.” She blinked at him, her mouth working, as if she was
looking for something to say. “I should never have…” Her voice trailed off and
her eyes looked wet in the moonlight. “Let’s just forget tonight, okay?”
“But—” His
phone rang again and he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. His
mother again. Damnit.
“You should
answer that.” She turned and started walking again. “See you around, Henry.”
He took a
deep breath, turning from Libby as she walked away and answered his phone.
“Hello?”
“Henry!” His
mother’s concerned voice came through the phone so loudly he held it away from
his ear. “Are you okay?”
He glanced
back and saw Libby turn the
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