Fuck. I exhale a heavy breath. I needed to hear that so badly.
Every night this week Chastity’s come over to sleep. She’s been creeping out down the stupid lattice fence on the side of her house and meeting me at the bottom of her street to be whisked away to my lair.
She’s eager to try new things, her hands exploring new areas each night, but I’m terrified of disappointing her, ruining her confidence when I’m unable to come.
Since my dad’s confession I haven’t been having nightmares, but that could also be due to the fact Chastity has been sharing my bed every night.
Leaving the bathroom, I flick the switch and almost fucking come in my pants.
Chastity stands at the foot of my bed waiting for me but she’s not wearing her usual tee that she borrows from my stack. She’s wearing nothing at all.
I can’t take her all in fast enough, my eyes computing and storing every inch of creamy flesh, her hard, rosy-tipped nipples, the channel of her naval leading to the neat little cluster of blonde curls.
My mouth waters and I think about licking her pussy until she’s delirious and can’t even function.
She moves toward me, her movements slow and suggestive, but her hands flexing gives away her anxiety of this moment.
Unsure fingers reach for my waistline tugging on the hem of my boxers. Clasping my hand over hers I whisper a strained. “Don’t”
My cock swells with need tenting the fabric but I’m fucking terrified. Who the hell am I?
“It’s ok, I want this.” She pleads.
My face contorts into frustration and pain. “Since Robbie, I struggle, I can’t…”
“Shhh,” she calms, placing a hand over my heart.
“It’s just us here,”
She taps in rhythm of our in-sync, erratic heartbeats.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
“Step out of the nightmares, silence the voices that tell you you’re not worthy of this.” She begs imploring me with her hypnotic gaze.
“You didn’t kill your brother. It was a shitty accident, unfair and cruel but he wouldn’t want you to self-blame, to stop yourself from living, to stop yourself from feeling, from having someone who loves you.”
Da dum, da, dum, da dum, da dum, da dum.
“Your head’s a storm, turbulent and destructive. You need to find the center, the calm. Let me be that for you.”
Taking my hand, she leads me to the bed and sits on the edge looking up at me through her thick lashes.
“Tell me how you release, how you touch yourself.” She pleads slipping my boxers down my ass, my throbbing cock springing free like a fucking jack in the box. Boo baby. Her eyes expand, and she swipes her tongue out to dampen her bottom lip. Fuck me.
“Show me how you do it to yourself Rhett.”
Fuck she’s everything a guy dreams about in a tight little package. I’d never have believed she was this sensual little spitfire if I wasn’t seeing it for myself. I’ve hit the girlfriend lottery.
Shit, girlfriend. I have a girlfriend.
“Rhett, do you need something to think about?” She bites her lip and then blows my fucking mind. Leaning back on her elbows she brings her feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress. Her sexy folds opening up to display all that pretty pink pussy.
Sucking two fingertips into her mouth she makes a scene swirling her tongue around them and then she pulls them free and lowers them to her pussy, massaging her clit just for me.
Clear pre-cum seeps over the tip of my hard, throbbing dick. I ache to mount her like a caveman and rut on her until I spurt my seed into her.
Gripping my dick, I stroke, and this makes her breathing hitch. Her tits heave with her uneven exhales. She keeps the pace I set, stroking for her.
Every tug feels almost painful, the veins bulging with the strain of being so goddamn hard for her.
Her pussy clenches, juices glistening in her tight, little hole.
“Come for me, Rhett. Come on me, baby.” She begs, her moans reaching fever pitch. Her back arches and her words are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Heat rips up my spine, muscles pull tight and euphoric waves crash over me as I move between her legs and the ribbons of come paint her flesh.
Ripples of shuddering pleasure pouring out of me, warm liquid need covering her torso and nipples, dripping down on her pussy.
If I could replicate this into art form I would hang it on my wall forever.
“Fuck.” I groan out. My legs shaking with the intense release. My cock thickens again immediately and I’m not waiting to feel her. Leaning over I kiss her lips.
“Thank you.” I tell her before devouring her mouth. Lifting her under the armpits I scoot her up the bed, her hands tug at my hair frantic as our lips dance and tongues duel.
Her tits press into my chest as I bring our bodies skin on skin, her thighs wrap around my waist. She’s fucking hungry and I plan to feed her all she can handle.
My fluids coat our flesh as I grind my hard on into the crease of her folds.
“Don’t tease me.” She pleads.
“I don’t want to rush and hurt you.” I tell her honestly.
“I’m not a virgin, Rhett.” She suddenly tenses.
Well damn.
“High school boyfriend of three years. I finally gave in and let him take my virginity. He pressured, then told everyone, and it got back to my father. He threatened to send me to boarding school.”
I fucking hate this prick. As soon as I’m not on the edge of entering her body, I’m going to ask for this motherfucker’s name and pay him a visit.
“I’m sorry…did you think…?” She softens under my body.
“No. I wish your first time was better for you, but it doesn’t change anything for me.”
Why should it, I’ve fucked more women than had hot dinners.
“It’s my second time, but my first time with someone I love.” She whispers.
“Me too,” I tell her honestly. A contented sigh leaves her body and then we’re touching, feeling, loving each other.
When I finally push into the warmth of her body, I know I’m home. She’s my new home. My everything.
Getting up at the crack of dawn so Chastity can sneak back into her house before her dad wakes is comical. I’ve been sleeping like a fucking baby since she’s been tiring me out all week. She’s insatiable. I watch her ass wiggle as she climbs the lattice to her roof.
Last weekend while her dad and Lillian were out of town for a conference I came by and reinforced the thing to make sure it was safe and sturdy for her. They’ll never notice because it’s down the side of the house that’s covered mostly by shrubs.
She crawls through the window and blows me a kiss, when I make it back to my car I already have a text from her.
Chastity: Parting is such sweet sorrow
Before I reply, my phone beeps again with an incoming message from Pride.
Pride: Can you meet me before class?
Me: sure, where?
Pride: initiation place.
Nerves are back eating away my insides, a yawn rips from me as I step from foot to foot to ward off the morning cold.
The place is fucking freezing, the stone holding in the cold and cocooning you like a tomb. Footfalls sound and Pride pushes into the chapel room. “Hey man.”
My fingers are almost numb when I reach out for the card he offers. No small talk. It must be fucking bad.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I snort reading the only line that matters out loud.
“Seduce the dean’s wife?”
It’s not his fault, but my fury is aimed at him right now.
“I don’t have any part in the tasks,” he informs me, straightening his shoulders. “I fucking hate this as much as you do. I just want it to be over.”
Snatching the card from me, he lights it on fire and drops it to the floor.
“I can’t fucking do this!” I breathe, dropping on my haunches and holding my head in my hands. After dad’s confession, I want out from him more than before, but at this price?
This would kill Chastity, and would Lillian even be seducible?
Of course she is. I haven’t met a woman who isn’t.
“Just make it quick. In and out,” Pride grunts.
“It’s not a drop by to say hi, they want me to fuck her,” I grate out.
Shuffling his feet, he sighs loud enough for it to reach my ears.
“The Elite comes as a price, as with everything in life. Sacrifices have to be made”
Don’t I fucking know it.
Sitting in the car staring at the stone building already late for my first class, I will my legs to move but I’m frozen. The bottle of Jack Daniels sits on the passenger seat willing to offer me courage.
Drink up let the alcohol convince me I’m still this guy. My stomach rolls and I grab the bottle and toss it in the backseat.
I can’t fuck her, no way.
There’s nothing that will convince me I’m the same guy I was before Chastity, and she deserves more than this.
More than that.
I know she only has two classes this morning and then she’s done for the day, so I whip out my phone and text her to meet me at my house for lunch.
By lunch, I mean feasting on each other.
She bounds up the drive to meet me where I’m sat on the steps like a love-sick pre-teen waiting for a love note to be delivered.
I feel relieved.
“Hey, lover” she beams, launching herself at me as I get to my feet. Her arms wrapping around my neck, legs around my waist.
“You hungry?” I growl.
“Yep.” She grins.
“For food or cock?” I tease. Her cheeks turn rosy pink and she burrows her head into my neck giggling.
I’ve fucked her five ways from Sunday in multiple positions. Had my cock, fingers and tongue inside her pussy, yet she still blushes at the crude words. She’s adorable. Then I hear it, it’s faint but clear enough. “Cock.”
Fuck yeah.
The knock at the door brings a chuckle to my lips. She must have forgotten something. She’s a fool for coming back for it because now I’m going to keep her here longer.