Riding Curves (6 page)

I shifted, putting my weight on my
knees and sliding them down the mattress until my torso molded
against him, my mound aligning along the rigid line of his
cock.

His hands slid down to my hips and
squeezed.

A good sign -- a really good
sign.

Suppressing a smile, I traced the seam
of his lips with my tongue before I drew the bottom lip in and
sucked on it. His thumbs pressed against the hollow of my hips, his
grip tightening as his hips flexed beneath me. I felt the swell of
his cock through the thin fabric of my underwear, the pressure
crowding my clit until I jerked against him, my moan filling his
mouth.

Another mewling whisper of need
escaped me as he tugged me closer. I was getting wet, soaking my
panties. I wiggled my hips, the little noises leaving me more
insistent as my arousal burned hotter.

That last little whimper was all it
took. He flipped me with an ease that belied my size. I found
myself with my back pressed into the mattress, his big body
covering mine. He shoved one hand between my legs, the other
knotted in my hair.

He shushed me.

"No moans, baby."

I nodded but another hot whine escaped
me.

"None of those sexy little whimpers,
either." He gave me one slow kiss before he moved down my body,
stopping to suckle at my breasts. He pressed them together, buried
his face between them for a second before grazing his teeth over to
one nipple and drawing it into his mouth.

I pressed my fist to my lips, already
wanting to groan at how good it felt to have his mouth on me like
that, the sucking tender and deliberate, his muscled abdomen
grinding at my mound. Flexing my ass cheeks, I pumped against his
hard stomach.

"Patience, baby. I'm going to suck
down there, too."

Oh, God! Did he seriously expect me
not to whimper when he talked like that? Just the thought of what
he was going to do made my pussy throb, a fresh flood of need
drenching my skin.

And when he actually started doing it?
When he stripped my panties away and his tongue touched my clit for
the first time?

I pressed the pillow to my face to
keep from screaming then arched hard against his mouth. He slid his
arms up under my ass and wrapped his hands around my hips to pull
me back down. He took his time teasing the hood, his tongue dipping
into the narrow opening to prod and push at the small pearl inside
before he sucked hard on it. He followed with gentle strokes up and
down.

I squeezed and thrust, riding his
mouth like a pin ball machine, hips pushing left then right. His
tongue penetrated me, sending a tidal wave rolling through me, my
nipples spiking, another moan ruthlessly whipped from
me.

His arms stretched up to grip my tits
and squeeze. Pinching the nipples, he ground them then tugged them
high, the hard pulls matching the strokes of his tongue on and in
me. A few more tugs and licks and my first climax ripped through
me, leaving me a quivering, wet mess.

Aiden surfed back up the bed and
kissed me deeply. He lifted his lower body up for a few seconds,
pushing and kicking his briefs off. Kissing me again, he slid his
cock over my mound. Thick and long, it had me biting at my lip, the
anticipation of what it would feel like inside me almost
overwhelming.

"Aiden..." I butted against the steely
shaft. "Aiden, please."

He ignored my soft cries, kissing my
collarbone, the curve of his smile detectible against my flesh.
Bringing his hand between us, he pressed three fingers flat against
the entrance to my cunt. He massaged it, rubbing hard and wide.
"You're sopping wet, baby."

"Because I'm ready for you to be
inside me," I whispered. "Stop teasing and take me -- make me
yours."

He pushed two fingers just inside the
rim of my pussy, stretched them far apart and slid them back out.
Again, a little deeper on the dip in, wider on the retreat. The
third time, he curled the tips and slowly stroked at the fat knot
of flesh just inside the gate. "Wet and so very swollen,
Cece."

"Aiden, hell!" I was ready to scream,
or to come screaming. I had never dared put anything inside me and
just those two thick inches of push and rub were blowing my
mind.

He pressed harder against the knot,
hard enough I could feel the pressure against my clit. His mouth
descended once more. I grabbed my full tits, squeezed hard at them
as I searched for some counterpoint to the pleasure cresting inside
me. I wanted Aiden in me before I came again.

He had other plans.

His mouth covered my clit, suckling
the hood while his lips moved up and down the shaft. Shallow but
firm probes inside me, pressing and squeezing. Before I knew it was
going to happen, a stream of fluid squirted from me. He moaned
against my cunt and stroked a hard line as his mouth formed a seal
against my flesh. I squirted again, my ass lifting off the
mattress. He stayed with me, letting me ride his mouth, swallowing
my stream until I slowly sank back down onto the bed.

Aiden stood, half staggered over to
the dresser where he had stored the saddle bag from his bike. He
reached in then I heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper and saw his
hand pass over his dick, the pale latex making it more visible in
the light.

He climbed back on the bed, our bodies
barely touching as he rested his weight on his elbows. He dipped
his hips the slightest bit, just enough that his cock lightly
rubbed against my mound. He pressed his face alongside
mine.

"Does that happen often?" His breath
was hot against my ear, his stubble wonderfully rough along my
cheek.

"Never," I answered. I didn't know
whether I should be embarrassed by what my body had
done.

"Baby, I want to make you do that
every time," he groaned, pivoting his hips to position the head of
his cock against my pussy. He extended his arms until his upper
torso hovered above me, just our legs and the naughty bits making
any contact.

I curled my hands around his biceps
and lifted my hips just a fraction in anticipation.

"It's a good thing you're all
shadows," he murmured. "I couldn't control myself seeing all these
lush curves, your skin flushed and shining."

He wedged the tip against the opening
of my sheath and gave the barest push. "I wouldn't be able to take
it slow."

I brought my knees up to press against
his hips, urging him on. He sank a little deeper, the widest
diameter of his cock stretching the tight rim of muscle. Another
push and he breached the entrance. My pussy snapped shut around the
head.

We moaned in unison and then he pulled
back, breached me again to penetrate a fraction deeper. I pressed
my palms flat against the hard plates of his chest. My fingers
curled in need, my nails digging into his flesh as I raised my hips
and swiveled. I dipped, ready to thrust up and impale myself, but
he pushed first, spearing me hard and fast. My ass hit the mattress
and then I slammed my hips up to meet his.

He pushed me down, his weight fully on
me as he took up a slow grind broken intermittently by a hard, deep
stroke. Every push all the way in felt like a hot brand searing my
flesh, marking me as his for all time.

My pussy squeezed at his shaft. I
wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles and gripped his
lower body to me. Slipping his forearm beneath my ass, he cinched
me tightly to him as the bed started to protest our thrusts and
heavy grinds.

"You're so tight, Cece. So fucking
tight." He kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue invading me. "I
can feel you flutter around my cock."

Squeezing my thighs, I drew myself
tighter to Aiden's body. He filled me, stretching my pussy. I could
feel the press of his flat stomach against my clit, the motion of
our bodies making it slide between my labia, teasing me inside and
out. I couldn't breathe properly. I just kept sucking in air, my
eyes growing wider with each intake. It left me all at once in a
long shuddering moan that I couldn't hold in. My sheath clenched
wildly around him, my muscles rolling up and down his shaft as my
climax pulsed throughout my pussy, from the tight rim of muscle at
its beginning to deep up inside my lower gut.

He panted, no longer slow fucking me
but pumping hard in and out, his pace furious as I clenched tighter
and tighter and started to groan. His mouth came down on mine,
muting but not silencing the sounds of the intense pleasure running
through me. And then he froze, his entire body immobile except for
the rhythmic twitch of his cock inside me as he came. I squeezed,
roll my hips, milking his shaft as he started to tremble against
me.

His strokes resumed until they gently
ground to a halt and he broke the kiss.

He rested his forehead against my
shoulder, our breathing slowly returning to normal as we listened
-- hearts thundering against one another -- to the sounds of the
house.

My dad's snore rumbled through the
living room, its valleys filled by the soft whistles of my mom.
Softly laughing, Aiden kissed my throat. We both knew there would
be time enough to face my parents as a couple, but at that moment
we were relieved to have gone undiscovered.

********************

Come Sunday morning, forever started
to feel like the fairytale it was. Shortly before dawn, Aiden
kissed me chastely on the forehead, grabbed his clothes and headed
for the bathroom. The early departure wasn't unusual. Even my
trusting, good-natured father would have been highly suspicious if
Aiden wasn't ready to take the boat out fishing at the butt crack
of dawn.

The kiss, on other hand, deflated my
expectations. Waking next to Aiden in the narrow bed several times
through the night to find myself cradled in his loose embrace, I
had anticipated a more lingering good-bye kiss full of tongue and
licks and gentle nibbles before he joined my father on the
boat.

Initially, I reminded myself how much
a creature of habit Aiden was -- steadfast and predictable. His
routine at the lake had never before involved teasing me with a
kiss that promised another long night of our bodies entwined, his
tongue invading my mouth as a prelude to his cock fucking slow and
sure in and out of me.

By the time lunched rolled around, the
predictable creature of habit that was Aiden Perry morphed into a
specter for Monday's kiss-off that I couldn't shove down. I
mentally catalogued every female who had flitted into and quickly
out of our lives because of her temporary, intense relationship
with him. I had often thought he was caught in a cycle of rejecting
women before they could reject him. It was a totally stupid cycle,
but I knew his history.

I knew his mother. Even after my
parents took Aiden under their wing, she had danced in and out of
his life, arriving when she needed a sympathetic shoulder and
departing as soon as she thought she had found a permanent solution
to her loneliness.

But even Winona Perry's flings lasted
longer than Aiden's.

As we rolled into Auburn in the rental
on Monday, I realized I was about to become his shortest known
fling to date. The entire drive, his attention remained riveted on
the road. We made no stops except for gas and lunch, his body and
its language remote across the restaurant table. Each time I
reached across the car's center console to make brief contact, he
tensed.

I stopped trying once we reached the
city line and remained quiet until we parked in front of my dorm.
He turned the engine off, but didn't say anything.

"Why?" I asked. Something was going on
inside his head, I knew it. It was not something my dad had said on
the lake or anything like that. It had happened overnight on
Saturday between that last kiss ripe with post-coital bliss and the
pre-dawn wakening.

Throughout the drive, I replayed all
of Saturday. The kitchen, the woods, the bedroom. He had said he
wouldn't be able to go slow or control himself if he saw me; his
voice and cock had thickened from my needy whimpers and
whines.

He said he wanted to be my last but
was stiffly dumping me off at my dorm and I had no reasonable
expectation of so much as a handshake good-bye.

"You didn't mean any of it, did you?"
I bobbed my head under the weight of a slow building realization. I
had no idea why, but he had been playing me. Maybe he knew all
along about my crush and he thought it was for the best that I get
over him. I wished he had found a better way. I didn't think this
way would work.

I knew it wouldn't. My gut twisted
inside my skin and I felt like I was going to puke.

He turned to me, looking me directly
in the eye for the first time throughout the trip. Another movie
moment. It always would be -- just as it would always be one
sided.

"Cece…" Reaching up, he stroked my
cheek with the back of his fingers. "Everything I said remains
true. I want to be your last lover."

A guilty look washed over his face but
he shook it away before it could settle. "Saturday night, I wanted
to be your first, too. But you went through high school with a fake
boyfriend, baby girl. How many real dates have you been
on?"