scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear. Chris wasn’t a stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she was twelve and although years had passed since she and he had been friends, it didn’t matter. He was one of the good guys. Dillon made it out of high school alive and well thanks to Chris. Now she’d thank him personally.
“You can tell me no to anything,” he said as he straddled her chest with his knees. “You shouldn’t. But you can.”
“I don’t want to tell you no. I don’t want to tell you anything.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to put my mouth to better use.”
He laughed a genuine laugh, not sexy, just honest. Just a laugh.
With his hands still on her wrists and holding her lightly down on the bed, he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Against them, he said, “I used to dream about being your first in high school. I didn’t tell Dillon that part of my crush.”
“You don’t get to be my first time. But maybe you can be the best time?”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“I don’t know. So far so good.”
“Your ex wasn’t that good in bed?”
“He was fantastic in bed.”
He got the compliment. She could tell from the way he inhaled, like he felt the words as much as heard them. Chris released her wrist. He cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. She hoped she wouldn’t be seeing it again for many, many hours. Or ever.
Chris unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object. She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her jeans down her legs and off her. She was glad she’d taken the time to shave her legs in the shower. Once Kira planted that “jump him” seed in her brain, it had taken root. When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.
Chris pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.
“I thought it was your turn first,” she said as he kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open.
“It’s our turn.”
“Our turn?”
In one impressively smooth movement, Chris turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs. She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth. She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clitoris. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick. He spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since Chris’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, Joey was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.
As she sucked him, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass a few times to playfully distract him and to drag him down closer to her. He got the hint and started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her mouth. He didn’t go too hard or too fast, didn’t choke her with his cock, which she appreciated. He was careful even as he went down on her, taking his time, teasing her with kisses and making her work for more by spreading wider for him and pulling her knees up to her chest.
“Beautiful,” Chris said as he caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her vagina over and over again.
“In, please,” she said.
“What did you say?”
“You know what I said.”
“Say it again.”
“I said, ‘In, please.’ Go inside me. Please.”
“Well...since you said please.”
He pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.
“I can’t...” she panted.
“What?”
“I can’t suck your cock when you’re doing that. It feels too good. We can either six or nine but we can’t sixty-nine.”
“Weak,” he said. “Your game is weak.”
“I’m sorry!” She dissolved into laughter as Chris climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “You made me feel too good, and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing anymore. And your cock deserves my full concentration.”
“That it does.”
“Then again, so does my pussy.”
“Truer words.”
“So what do we do?”
“Flip for it?”
“Flip a coin?” Joey asked.
“I got a quarter.”
“Okay, so who’s heads and who’s tails?”
“Heads I go down on you. Tails you go down on me.”
“Or.”
“Or what?”
“Or you could fuck me, and we could both enjoy it at the same time?” Seemed like a reasonable suggestion to her.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.
“Tell me anything.”
“I only have one condom on me. And I’m in no hurry to get this over with.”
“That’s not a bad secret.”
“You don’t have any on you, do you?”
She shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t plan this ‘jump on the first guy who offers’ thing very well.”
“Nothing for it, then. We’ll just have to keep foreplaying for at least another hour.”
“Oh. Darn.”
“Real shame, isn’t it?” Chris said.
“A damn shame.”
“Keep telling me how much of a shame it is while I eat your pussy.”
“What happened to the coin flip?”
“I won it.”
“I don’t remember—”
Before she could finish telling him she had no memory at all of this supposed coin flip of his, it was too late. He had already slid between her legs again and opened her up for him. Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.
She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. Joey’s head fell back and her shoulders came off