lands on my shoulder and he squeezes. “You’re good.” And he leaves just like that. What the fuck?
What to do?
I don’t know how much time passes, but most of the whiskey is gone and I have a pile of cigarettes snuffed out on the label I peeled off of the damn bottle. I’m half past gone when Storm and Randy make their way down the steps. I hear her mumble that she’ll talk to him later, and she takes a seat next to me.
“Mason?”
I bang my head against the wall and close my eyes. Why the hell does she do that? Say my name like that?
She leans her head on my shoulder. My eyes fly open, and I look down at her. She’s so small. I sit up straight and pick her up, forcing her legs to straddle my waist, her dress rising with the move. We say nothing. We just sit there on the steps, my hands trailing up and down her smooth thighs, our eyes locked.
The look in her blue eyes mirrors how I feel. Confused.
Her small hands move to my tuxedo jacket and she starts unbuttoning it. I’m speechless, stunned, and afraid to move because she might change her mind. My breathing picks up as she slides it back, forcing it to fall on the step behind me. Storm unclips my tie from my white shirt, and she runs her fingers up my suspenders to the top of my shoulders, dropping them so that they hang on my sides. She snatches up my white button up shirt, dragging it outta my pants, but when her fingers graze my skin, it’s all I can stand, and I slowly flip her around so that she’s lying on the steps. I bunch her dress in my hands and slide it up gently, exposing her silk black panties. She looks like a fuckin dream right now. Some of her curls hanging in her face, her red poufy dress wrapped around her waist, her feet clad in the sexiest black fuck me heels propped up on the step next to my knees.
She watches me as I roam her body with my eyes, I barely notice her jerk my tie until I start falling down on top of her. I let my mouth fall to hers. Her kisses start out slow until I run my arm under her body and jerk her into me, arching her back. She moans into my mouth, and that small beautiful fuckin sound is my undoing. I free my cock from my pants, never letting her go as I nudge her panties to the side and slide into her. I groan, and she whimpers. Fuck! I forgot to warn her about my Jacobs ladder. I break my mouth away from hers, and I pull out just enough so that she can see it.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers.
“You sure?” I croak. Fuck! I hope she’s sure.
Just to prove it, she grabs my cock and forces it into her pussy. She’s so tight and warm.
***
Storm
Mason nudges my panties to the side and slides into me without giving me a warning of his size. He groans, and I whimper. He stiffens and pulls out, showing me the cause of my whimpers. Oh my! It’s a fuckin Jacobs’s ladder. But I don’t want him to stop.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I promise him in a whisper.
“You sure?” he croaks, his voice strained.
I don’t say anything else; I just wrap my hand around his cock and force him back inside of me. It feels so damn good. I know this doesn’t mean anything. I know this won’t come to anything, but I’m going to feel it for now. Feel like it is. His arm snagged around my waist pulls on me tighter as he continues to move inside of me slowly. Each trust so slow, I can feel each metal barbell against my walls. I tighten myself around him because it feels too good not too. He groans and his lips come down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a frenzied dance. I whimper when his speed picks up and he begins sucking on my tongue. I cry inside of his mouth when my head bangs against a step. I don’t need to say anything; it’s like he knows what happened because he picks me up and flips us back over without ever leaving my body and now I’m on top. The change of our position pushes his cock deeper inside of me, and I break free from his lips and start moving
What to do?
I don’t know how much time passes, but most of the whiskey is gone and I have a pile of cigarettes snuffed out on the label I peeled off of the damn bottle. I’m half past gone when Storm and Randy make their way down the steps. I hear her mumble that she’ll talk to him later, and she takes a seat next to me.
“Mason?”
I bang my head against the wall and close my eyes. Why the hell does she do that? Say my name like that?
She leans her head on my shoulder. My eyes fly open, and I look down at her. She’s so small. I sit up straight and pick her up, forcing her legs to straddle my waist, her dress rising with the move. We say nothing. We just sit there on the steps, my hands trailing up and down her smooth thighs, our eyes locked.
The look in her blue eyes mirrors how I feel. Confused.
Her small hands move to my tuxedo jacket and she starts unbuttoning it. I’m speechless, stunned, and afraid to move because she might change her mind. My breathing picks up as she slides it back, forcing it to fall on the step behind me. Storm unclips my tie from my white shirt, and she runs her fingers up my suspenders to the top of my shoulders, dropping them so that they hang on my sides. She snatches up my white button up shirt, dragging it outta my pants, but when her fingers graze my skin, it’s all I can stand, and I slowly flip her around so that she’s lying on the steps. I bunch her dress in my hands and slide it up gently, exposing her silk black panties. She looks like a fuckin dream right now. Some of her curls hanging in her face, her red poufy dress wrapped around her waist, her feet clad in the sexiest black fuck me heels propped up on the step next to my knees.
She watches me as I roam her body with my eyes, I barely notice her jerk my tie until I start falling down on top of her. I let my mouth fall to hers. Her kisses start out slow until I run my arm under her body and jerk her into me, arching her back. She moans into my mouth, and that small beautiful fuckin sound is my undoing. I free my cock from my pants, never letting her go as I nudge her panties to the side and slide into her. I groan, and she whimpers. Fuck! I forgot to warn her about my Jacobs ladder. I break my mouth away from hers, and I pull out just enough so that she can see it.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers.
“You sure?” I croak. Fuck! I hope she’s sure.
Just to prove it, she grabs my cock and forces it into her pussy. She’s so tight and warm.
***
Storm
Mason nudges my panties to the side and slides into me without giving me a warning of his size. He groans, and I whimper. He stiffens and pulls out, showing me the cause of my whimpers. Oh my! It’s a fuckin Jacobs’s ladder. But I don’t want him to stop.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I promise him in a whisper.
“You sure?” he croaks, his voice strained.
I don’t say anything else; I just wrap my hand around his cock and force him back inside of me. It feels so damn good. I know this doesn’t mean anything. I know this won’t come to anything, but I’m going to feel it for now. Feel like it is. His arm snagged around my waist pulls on me tighter as he continues to move inside of me slowly. Each trust so slow, I can feel each metal barbell against my walls. I tighten myself around him because it feels too good not too. He groans and his lips come down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a frenzied dance. I whimper when his speed picks up and he begins sucking on my tongue. I cry inside of his mouth when my head bangs against a step. I don’t need to say anything; it’s like he knows what happened because he picks me up and flips us back over without ever leaving my body and now I’m on top. The change of our position pushes his cock deeper inside of me, and I break free from his lips and start moving
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