with him, breasts bounced in the cold air. And I couldn’t see anything. That one odd fact gave me a mask to hide behind. It helped me welcome in the blast of pleasure erupting from between my legs. It spread to every part of my body. Goosebumps lifted everywhere on me; my back wobbled, leaving me no control.
I wanted to scream but couldn’t. I couldn’t even let out the cries of ‘feel good’ from my nose. It was covered. My mouth was wide open, shooting harsh breaths out, and begging air to come in. Ashton pulled back, landing another sweet peck on my cheek. I heard what could have been the buckle from his belt.
“Good job, Nabby-girl,” the sensual arrogance in the laziness of his voice turned me on even more. I shivered, shoulders shook and rolled, and back curled as my naked ass hung in the air. He pulled me back again by the hips. Then I felt him beneath me…between my thighs. The fat head of him rubbing between my lips had my heart banging in my chest. Here we go again. Sex. I was having sex. With a guy. And I liked it. My head and face were covered, making me helpless, but I liked everything Ashton Spencer did to my body. Then he was inside, his strokes long to fit him in. I was anxious from the start, wanting more. “Hang on,” he warned in a hushed tone before pulling out and slamming into me hard.
It was as mean as he’d been to me the start of the semester. It was cold and cruel like that guy and his mean friends. It was delicious and numbing, and so what I needed. The sound of our flesh slapping together, his balls into my sex just after, right off beat. I felt everything, yet nothing other than Ashton and me. I could do this forever. Feel this ache, take this pain, study the swiftness of his slides out of me and glides back in. I bit my lip, loving the sensation from my tits bouncing outside of my bra, the stinging of my ass from the pounding. My head rolled back, feet spread wider apart and spine arched.
“Shit,” he urged without lungs.
Ashton pounded into me faster, gripped the fat of my hips harder, causing a lifting in my belly. His balls were hard and big. Then they stopped…he slowed. By the buckling feeling of his legs, I could tell Ashton was coming. When he stopped, I heard his heavy breaths, lungs dead.
Out of breath and skin clammy myself, I panted. “Your lungs are shitty.”
He slapped my ass hard. “Your pussy is a rainforest. Your fault.”
Ashton pulled out of me and my legs felt like cement logs, I could hardly move. He hooked me at the waist, helping to right me as I released the bar. Then he fastened my bra, putting my breasts in place. Next was my sweatshirt. It glided down smoothly. When I was able to blink away temporary blindness, I saw him standing with his pants at his spread ankles and his hands working around his mid-section. The darkness made it impossible to make out exactly what he was doing, but I knew it involved his dick.
“Di—do you need one of the blankets to wipe…it off?”
Still trying to gain his lungs, Ashton panted, “No thanks. I used a rubber.” A rub—a condom! Oh... He didn’t use any last weekend. Was something wrong? Was I wrong or insane for not demanding it? Yup. I was. Had to be. “Your pants are down, tomboy. Why are you stuck in space?”
That familiar rustle in his voice nipped at me. He was right. I needed to pull my panties and jeans up. Trying to find the opening to both, I felt weird losing my balance. Ashton was a bully; even as my sex partner, he still taunted me. He knew my weaknesses and he played on the right insecurities to keep me going.
“Your sneaker,” he graveled over my head. “It’s right here.” He was handing it to me in the dark. “Did you bring an overnight bag to the lawn?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Why should I?”
“You didn’t think I’d want you to stay with me tonight, Nabby-girl?”
I stood straight, now buttoning my pants. “You let tomboys in your bed, Prince of Zamunda?”
He grabbed me by the chin and kissed me hard. “Only one from Millville. I’ll grab the blankets. Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.