more.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips before breaking the kiss and looking back into my eyes.
Lust was filling his, and I knew mine looked the same.
He started to pinch my nipple between his two fingers as his other hand moved up to cup my other breast, massaging it while he kept his eyes on me.
“I don’t think I have to tell you again that if you want me to stop, you have to let me know, hm?”
I nodded, my lips parted and hips pushing even more against his now hard cock.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, pulling at his hair and then letting my hands fall to the waistband of his sweatpants.
A grin tugged at his lips, then he pushed my shirt further up to get a better look at my breasts.
“You’re so damn gorgeous, Rooney,” he whispered, keeping his hands right there and leaning in to kiss the top of one breast.
I couldn’t close my eyes.
I wanted to see everything he did to my body and I didn’t wanna miss a thing while he made me feel so good.
My plan was to get rid of his shirt first, then his sweatpants, and maybe later his boxer briefs.
Heck, I wasn’t even that nervous anymore.
He trailed kisses around my left nipple first, then the right, and after taking another good look at both my breasts, he pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue circled around the little nub.
I moaned softly, trying not to make too much noise as I knew Ira’s bedroom door wasn’t fully closed.
Every flick of his tongue against my nipple sent sparks directly to my clit, which I then realized was where all the pounding and stinging came from.
It wanted Wells’s attention too, but I enjoyed him playing with my tits and didn’t want to interrupt him.
I was feeling very brave in that moment as all those sparks exploded in my lower belly, so I pushed my hand into his pants to cup his cock, feeling just how big it actually was.
I could feel the tip tucked between his lower stomach and waistband, and I wondered if that was comfortable.
But instead of asking, I started to move my hand along his length, feeling his tip peek out every time I moved along it.
Low growls made his chest vibrate, and after he was done with my other nipple, he looked up and grabbed my wrist to stop my hand from rubbing against his cock.
“Are you sure you want this?”
I frowned at him, unhappy with him keeping me from exploring his body.
“You said I’d have to stop you if you’re going too far. I haven’t said a word ever since you started kissing my breasts,” I told him, my voice stern and my words surprisingly direct.
That got a chuckle out of him, and to show me that he understood I wanted more, he leaned in once again to pull one nipple into his mouth only to let go of it again and pull me off the counter to carry me into his bedroom.
My heart was pounding with excitement, and as quickly as he moved over me when I was on the bed, I reached back down to continue stroking his cock through his boxer briefs.
Wells
She wasn’t as timid about this as she was before.
Well, at least that’s how I interpreted it as she told me she was a virgin and wouldn’t know what to do if we had kept going that one night making out right here in my bed.
But the way her hand rubbed my dick felt incredible.
The drop of precum was already rubbed into my stomach, and since I haven’t had sex in a long time, my dick had gotten used to hands.
My hands, to be specific.
But there was no shame in making myself come every once in a while, when I had an almost four-year-old to take care of daily and work which was often times a pain in the ass.
But since other women didn’t really appeal to me, I was happy it was Rooney touching me right now while I kissed her lips.
No idea how far we’d go tonight, but I knew I couldn’t let her stop before I came.
I’ve always told myself to never let a girl this close without exactly knowing how I felt about her, but I was already in too deep with her, my heart beating like crazy because of her.
I wasn’t in love with her yet, I think, but I sure as fuck