Bachelor Swap - Lacey Black Page 0,52

through my underwear. “What are you doing?” I grit through clenched teeth.

“Well, you said the pants have to stay on, right? You didn’t say anything about keeping my hands out of those pants,” she says, the sweetest blush creeping up her face. She’s wholesome and good, everything I’ll never be. I’m the bastard lying to her.

Before I can think too much about it, she strokes my cock, or as much as she can within the confines of my pants. “Jesus,” I groan, wishing her soft hand was on the opposite side of my boxers, her warm skin wrapped around my aching dick.

“If you, well, if you keep doing what you were doing, then I’ll keep doing this,” she whispers shyly, trying to bury her face against my arm.

“I’ll keep going, sweetheart, but you aren’t going to hide from me. I want to see the pleasure on your face,” I state, sliding my thumb over her left nipple.

She responds by moving her hand a little faster along the length of me and throwing her leg over my hip. The movement lines her pussy up with my thigh, which she rolls against, seeking out sweet friction.

I flex my leg toward her. No, not easy with her hand in my pants, but I get the job done. She continues to ride my thigh, while I lick and suck on her glorious nipples. Her hand grips and strokes me to the point where I’m about to blow. “Ky, you better be careful or I’m liable to blow in my pants like a fifteen-year-old.”

The grin she gives me is full of sass. “So, you’re saying,” she starts, moving her hand until her fingers slip inside the opening in the front of my boxers, “if I keep doing this,” she continues, stroking her fingers along my cock, “you might get off?”

“No might about it, angel,” I groan, rocking into her touch, which also presses my thigh a little harder between her legs.

Kyla gasps, her head falling back and revealing the long column of her neck. I take the opportunity to kiss the hell out of her neck before making my way back down to her chest.

I’m not sure who really pushes who over the edge first, but what happens next is pretty fucking epic. She grinds against my thigh and steels her grip around my cock, jacking me harder. I bite down on her nipple, causing her to erupt like a volcano. Her hand tightens around me, and the combination of that and the sound of her coming in my arms, has my spine tingling moments before I come in my pants.

“Fuck,” I groan, riding wave after wave of euphoria, not even caring about the mess I’m making in my jeans.

Kyla gasps for air, while falling limp in my arms. Her hand is still tangled in my boxers, and even though I’m sure it’s not very comfortable for her, I kinda like having her touching me that closely. Partner that with her wrapped in my arms, and it’s pretty much the best fucking feeling in the world.

“Well, it’s not so bad to keep the pants on,” she says, a slight smile on her lips.

A laugh rumbles low in my gut as I pull her closer and kiss her forehead. “I happen to agree with you.”

We lie together for several long minutes, until I can’t take the wet, stickiness in my pants any longer.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, slowly rolling my arm from beneath her.

“I’m just going to stay right here,” she whispers, carefully pulling her hand from my pants. I grab my T-shirt and hold it out for her, so she can wipe off her hand. It only takes her a few seconds to do so before she hands me back my used shirt.

With another quick kiss to her forehead, I start to head away from the couch, noticing her eyelids are drooping, as if she’s suddenly too exhausted to keep them open.

It takes me a little longer than normal to get out of my dirty pants, and as soon as I do, I decide to jump in the shower. Two minutes and I’ll feel a hell of a lot better than I do right now. Actually, I should invite Kyla to join me, but that’s probably not the best idea. The moment I see her naked, I won’t be able to keep my hands off her, ensuring things progress a little quicker than they should. Not that I don’t want her. I want