Page 27 of The Trolley Kiss
He lifts me, setting me down on top of the drawers in the closet. “Spread your legs,” he says even though he pulls my legs apart himself, unable to wait.
He falls to his knees in front of me, running his hands up my thighs. “My mouth is watering for you. Show me how wet you are, baby.”
My heart rate picks up as liquid pools down between my legs. I already know I’m not going to be able to fall back asleep right away, so I slide my hand up under my shirt and start massaging my tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples. Only seconds go by before I’m too horny to not slide my hand down into my sleep shorts. I run my fingers over myself as I let my thoughts continue, spreading myself apart and dipping my fingers to lube them before rubbing them in a circle over my clit.
“Move your panties to the side, Addison.”
I reach down and pull my underwear to the side, exposing myself to him. His body shivers as he stares between my legs. “That pussy belongs to me tonight.”
He kisses up my thigh until his mouth touches between my legs. He places soft kisses there, taunting me, causing me to push my hips forward, begging for him.
My body shudders as he parts me with his tongue excruciatingly slow. A groan passes his lips as he takes another swipe. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
I rub my clit harder, pausing for only a moment to shove my blanket to the side and strip out of my clothes. I slow my fingers when I get close to the edge, prolonging this euphoric, buzzing feeling so my orgasm will be that much stronger when I let go.
I’m so close to the fucking edge. His tongue slides inside of my pussy before his lips clamp down on my clit, sucking it like a lollipop.
I gasp as I dig my fingers into his shoulders. “Wait! I want to come for the first time around your cock.”
He’s on his feet, grabbing me in his arms and slamming me back down on his bed. He yanks my shirt over my head, removing his own in one swoop.
He fists his cock in his hand as he lines it up against me. My fingernails dig into his arms as he stretches me apart, pushing all the way inside of me.
“Fuck,” I pant, trying to be quiet. I don’t have a choice but to skip ahead. I can’t hold out much longer. Every muscle tightens as my back arches, pushing my tits in the air.
His cock slams into me over and over. He can’t hold on any longer, and neither can I. Our bodies explode together.
My pussy comes undone, pulsing in rhythm with my frantic heartbeat. My veins burst with pleasure, electricity buzzes through my body as my muscles contract and relax. The orgasm is short lived since all I had to work with was my fingers, leaving me desperate for more.
I fall back against my pillow, trying to come down from my high, but my throat is parched. I glance to my right and see I already finished my water. Fuck.
I throw my shorts and tank on before tip-toeing over to my door and opening it as quietly as possible. My eyes are already adjusted to the darkness since I’ve been up for a while now, so I don’t turn on the kitchen light as I walk over to the fridge and grab the water pitcher out.
I chug back some water before refilling my glass again. I set the pitcher on the counter, taking a moment before going back to my room.
“Addison?” a sleepy voice asks behind me.
Declan is rubbing his left eye as he walks up to me in nothing but a white tee and black boxer-briefs. “Are you okay?”
“Uh… yeah,” I say as I lean back against the counter. “I’m just getting some water.”
He grabs the pitcher off the counter and fills his own glass before chugging back almost as much as me. His eyes flick down my body as he sets his glass back on the counter.
I tug at my tank instinctively. My pajamas don’t leave much to the imagination, but it’s not like his outfit is much better. He places his hand next to my elbow on the counter, leaning in closer to me. His eyes flutter shut as he inhales. “You smell good.”
I’m not sure if we’re both still a little tipsy or just sleep deprived, but we both act like what he said is perfectly normal. I’m not sure if it’s my body language, but it’s like he knows what I did.
He steps more in front of me as he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand up to his face. Once again, he closes his eyes as he inhales, running his nose along my fingers. His shoulders collapse down as he exhales. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “Were you touching yourself?”
“No,” I say as I try to pull away.
His hand clamps down on my wrists. “Don’t you dare.”
He locks eyes with me as he pulls my fingers straight before bringing them to his mouth. I stand there staring, frozen in place as he wraps his mouth around my fingers, sucking them between his lips as his tongue runs along them.
His forehead falls to mine as his hands land firmly on either side of me. “Please, please tell me you were thinking about me while you were doing it.”
My breath shakes as his fingers find their way to my hips, making slow circles under my shirt with his thumb. “Declan,” I pant.