Page 14 of Lying Hearts
Chapter Nine
Brendan
AND YET THOSE FIVE YEARS WILL CROP UP…AS MEMORIES ALWAYS DO.
There is a God.
I’ve got Blondie pinned to the wall and my tongue is traveling down her neck as she presses her breasts into me with her hands on my ass. “Not here,” she whispers. “Stop.”
I look at her, panting and hungry for her. “Where then?”
“My bedroom.” The way she whispers, I can tell she’s afraid we’ll wake up whoever’s sleeping. She walks off.
“You have a roommate?” I ask, following her at a slower pace.
She throws a look over her shoulder and nods, holding her finger to her lips. “Doesn’t everyone our age?”
I smile. “Fair enough, Blondie.”
“Corinne,” she corrects, but her smile is playful and she wags her ass as she walks, obviously to tease me.
“Whatever you say, Corinne.”
I close the bedroom door behind me and turn on the light. “I want to see you.” I pull off my t-shirt and button-up, show her my abs. “We good with the lights on?”
Her eyes rake over my stomach and chest slowly, hardening my erection more, an appreciative look in her eyes. “Lights on. You got it.”
I point up to my face. “Face is up here.”
She giggles. “Oops. Caught me.” She turns and lifts her dress up so I can see her thong going up her tight little ass. “Or… let’s see if you can catch me.”
“Oh, I’ll catch you alright.” I lunge for her and she squeals. We race around a bit and I tackle her, wrestling her to the bed while she laughs. She pretends to bite my arm and I maneuver her around, grinning at her. “Now now. Play nice, kitty.”
“I like your muscles Brendan. Show them all to me.”
A fresh surge of blood rushes down as I get her meaning. But I want to hear her say it. “By all my muscles, do you mean all, Blondie?”
“Corinne,” she corrects, again. “And yes, if you want me to be more clear, I mean the muscle that’s straining against the crotch of your jeans.” She points to my bulge and I can’t help but look. She’s right. I’m bursting out of these.
I pull her against my body and we grind on each other, mashing around. I suck and nibble on her neck, massaging and teasing her skin with my teeth. I find my way under her dress to slide my thumb beneath her tiny panties. Brush my fingers across her skin, I groan as I feel her wetness.
Kissing her hard on the lips, I toy with her, pushing in a finger, then two, then sliding them around the outside of her and stroking her clit before I push them slowly back in again. Really slowly, until it’s torture. She moans and pushes her tongue into my mouth, arching her hips and rubbing herself against my hand without shame, aching to increase my speed. She shoves her hand down inside the front of my pants and grabs me.
“Not playing coy, I see,” I laugh.
“Coy is so boring.” She bats her eyelashes like a girl right out of Scarlet O’Hara’s playbook. It’s a joke and it’s cute, so I grin at her and growl. She purrs, “Mmm… someone’s not tiny.”
“Yeah? Well, I did eat my Wheaties.”
Blondie’s eyes go big. “You did not just say that!”
I nod, but I’m barely hearing us now. With the skill of someone who gets paid for it, she’s stroking my shaft from base to tip, up and down, watching my reaction. The girl’s got skills and I have to work to stop the burning heat of excitement from getting out of control. I’m throbbing and I can’t think. I push my fingers into her, deeper, give them a slow wiggle, flicking her clit rhythmically with my thumb at the same time. “How do you like what I’m saying now?”
She moans, “Best. Speech. Ever.” Her head whips back as she moans louder, writhing beneath me, losing her grip on my cock. I pull off her dress, unsnap her bra, and latch my lips around a perfect, pink little nipple shaped like a hard Number two pencil eraser. Blondie yells out and her pussy starts quivering around my fingers. No fucking way. Sara took forever – months to achieve the first time – and now this chick is going over the cliff from a hand job? I’ve heard of women like this, and I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t feel the walls of her pulsating around my fingers with surging heat.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, so excited as she hurls into regions I don’t even think I can take credit for. The way she’s moving around, the way she’s screaming – it’s a little intimidating, to be honest.
It’s like I’m not even here.