The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (24 page)

His finger explores inside me while his warm tongue flicks on my clit and I'm about to lose my shit. Excitement grows inside him, realizing he's gaining more control over me.

"You like that?" He stares at my eyes, and his face disappears between my legs.

"Yes." I gasp as his tongue begins to snake rapidly over my clit and he works another finger inside.

"You going to come for me?" His tongue speeds up.

I pant and nod. "Uh huh."

My wetness streams down the sides of his face as he swirls his tongue on my clit and fully submerges his fingers into the depths of me, hitting my spot just right. I squeeze around him and squeal.

He has me.

"You going to come?"

"Yes. God, please don't stop."

He smiles and begins ramming my needy pussy to the hilt with his fingers, and sucks forcefully on my clit. It sends me past my breaking point. I see fuzzy stars as raw sexual energy shoots from between my legs to every limb in my body. I convulse as my legs stiffen. My thighs squeeze around his face. I reach down and grab the back of his head, digging in with my fingers as my hot core squeezes around his fingers. I hold his head in between my legs, bucking my hips up and down against his face.

He tries to pull back, and I dig my nails into him harder, practically smothering him. I feel tension building in his shoulders. I need his cock in me right now, but I need him to take it.

He's almost there and he looks up at me. I slap him harder on the side of his face. He stares, knowing what I need. His eyes widen, and he stands up.

It's time.

He grabs my hips and flips me around, shoving me up against the beam. He leans down by my ear and growls, before slapping my ass, hard. "Little goddamn tease."

I giggle a little, still trying to tease him. "Fuck you. Don't talk to me like that!"

He fists my hair. "You're a dirty little cunt aren't you? Teasing me with this fucking pussy." He slaps his hand on my mound and runs his fingers through my slick folds.

I squeal. The man has arrived.

He runs his hand through my ass crack and slaps my swollen pink pussy again. Goddamn, I might come again before he's even inside me.

"Naughty little bitch." He shakes his head and yanks my head back by the hair. The sting makes my legs quake. "You like to tease?" He slaps his prick across my ass cheeks and then starts to press the head up against my asshole. I can't take much more waiting. I have to have it now. It's time to submit.

"Yes."

The head of his cock presses harder against my asshole.

"Bet you like it in the ass too. Like a little fucking slut." He slaps me with it again and wraps his hand around my throat, turning me back to look at him.

"I want you to fuck me, please." I push my ass back into him.

He smacks the fuck out of my ass and the sting rips through me like an electrical current. "Yeah." He teases me with the head of his cock once more. "You couldn't handle this dick up your ass. You'd scream like a bitch."

He shoves it underneath me and coats it with my wetness. When it strokes over my clit I bite my lip.

His cock goes back up between my ass, and I grip the steel beam, closing my eyes.

He wraps an arm around me and palms one of my tits, then yanks me up so that his chest is pressed hard against my back. "Take this fucking dick." He bites down on my shoulder and shoves into me. I squeeze my pussy around him as he pumps into me like a mad man, plowing every inch of that huge cock into the depths of me.

His hand grips my hair and pulls my ear up to his mouth as he squeezes my ass firmly with his free hand.

"Is this what you wanted?" His teeth grind together and his hips speed up. He twists one of my tight nipples between his fingers and smacks my ass so hard it has to be dark-red.

"Yes."

"Can you handle more?"

I look back and he grins, then I nod at him.

"We'll see." He grabs me around the waist with both hands, his fingers destined to leave bruises.

He yanks me into him as he thrusts in time. The sound of his thighs clapping against my ass echoes under the bleachers. My eyes roll back, and he's fucking me so hard I might pass out.

"You want it harder?"

I don't think it's possible, but I tell him yes.

He digs one set of fingers into my shoulder, the other still on my ass as he somehow increases the tempo. I'm about to come all over his dick.

He whispers into my ear, "You want me to pull your goddamn hair and fuck you harder? While you scream my name and come on my dick?"

"Can you fuck me harder?" My words already sound like a stutter from his ridiculous pace.

His eyes widen and he slaps my ass once more. I moan.

His fingers twist through my hair.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." He bears down with his knuckles against my scalp and starts yanking me back into his cock. My eyes roll back and my thighs are on fire as nerves shoot through my body.

"Fuck, Joel." My toes stiffen and curl. I start to seize on his cock, and he speeds up.

"Fuck!" It's meant to be a scream, but it comes out as inaudible gibberish.

I squirm, trying to push myself off of him. It's too much to handle all at once, my senses are overloaded, and I am about to come harder than I've ever come in my life.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come on my fucking dick."

Jesus, his filthy mouth.

I start to say something else and his palm crushes my mouth. He speeds up somehow, fucking me so hard I nearly forget my own name. "Fuck." I cry out against his palm.

He smirks and leans down to my ear, his hips keeping the same pace. "I said come on this fucking dick, you little bitch."

My eyes widen, and I can't control what escapes my mouth. I buck my ass into his hips, taking him all the way inside of me as he hammers right back as hard as he can. I start to get light-headed to the point I might pass out.

I'm on the edge, about to lose it when I feel his breath in my ear once more.

"Come on my fucking cock. Now!"

He pushes his thumb inside my asshole, his huge cock pounding into my core.

My eyes fly open, and I scream his name. My world blurs as more than one orgasm rolls through my body. I clamp down on him and everything goes into slow motion. I squeal against his hand as I come over and over on his cock, squeezing as hard as I can, trying to hold it inside me. The last one finally rips through me and he releases his hand from my mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasp.

I pause for a moment, still in a daze, trying to regain my composure.

I want him to feel what I just felt, but I don't know if it's humanly possible. Perhaps it is the competitive side of me, but I'm now on a mission to give him the best orgasm of his life.

I swing around as he slips out of me and go to my knees in one smooth motion, gripping his cock in my palm and taking his balls into my mouth, stroking his dick hard as his head flies back.

I release him from my lips for a moment. "Your turn."

I take all of him in my mouth again and mash my lips against his pelvis, his cock jamming into the back of my throat as I shake my head back and forth on him.

"Goddamn." His hand snakes through my hair.

I nod back and forth on him, sucking my cheeks in and letting his big dick slide against the roof of my mouth while I swirl my tongue around it. When I look up, his eyes roll back.

I pull him out of my mouth and start licking his swollen head from every angle.

He has to be close to blowing his load. I need to help him get there. He looks down at me staring at him, while I trace the crest of his head with my tongue.

"My pussy tastes so fucking good on your dick." I dive back down on him, taking him whole.

That should do it.

"Fuck." He grabs a handful of my hair and releases, shooting his warm salty load straight into the back of my throat. I swallow each wave as it comes, sucking and closing my entire mouth around him.

His thighs tremble and he grunts repeatedly as his hips thrust into me one final time.

I swallow the last little bit that he deposits on my tongue and I slide my mouth up to the head of his cock, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, stroking at a slow pace and milking every last drop from his balls.

His eyes work their way open as he comes back to reality and a huge grin covers his face.

"Holy shit."

I don't think either of us knew that was possible. We fit together perfectly, and it was by far the most intense fuck of my life. I'm still tingling to the touch as I rise to my feet and put my palm on his cheek. We kiss, our lips locked together in the steamy night air.

I slowly pull my lips away and whisper in his ear, "Joel—"

"Yeah?"

"I'm naked—at my old high school, under the bleachers."

He looks down at my quivering body, breasts hanging out of my bra, the rest of me completely exposed to the night air. We both laugh.

"I see that."

I know I should put some clothes on, or be worried about being caught, but I hang my arms around his neck and stare at him, pressing my forehead against his, looking deep into those green eyes of his. I know I'm in love with him. Hell, I probably have been since the first time I saw him. I can't tell him that, though.

"What in the hell are we doing?" I ask.

"I don't know, but it feels right." He brushes his fingertips down the back of my arms and caresses my upper back, causing me to shudder one last time. Every square inch of my skin pebbles.

We must sit there for at least two minutes before we pull away from each other. Why is it so difficult to let go of him? Reality sets in fast and I don't feel regret, but I definitely feel like we are moving at light speed when we both agreed we should take things extremely slow and be cautious. I don't want to ruin this. We need to talk, discuss how we want this to progress.

It's nice to have my brain back, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the best sex I've ever had. By far. It frightens the fuck out of me to make myself so vulnerable.

We've only been on one double date for fuck's sake. Still, I need to say something. I start to open up to him when he says, "I want you."

Jesus Christ, this guy really is a machine.

"There's no way I can—"

He laughs and wipes some of the sweat from his brow, pulling me close and wrapping me up in his arms.

"No, I mean I want you. I want to be with you. You're all I think about."

I completely freeze. Say something, dummy. Tell him you want the same thing.

"Look, Joel—"

"I'm sorry. I know it was too fast. Too much to drop on you all at—"

"Will you just shut up." I shake my head at him and put a finger over his lips. "I want to be with you too. Okay?" I blush. "But, we both know we need to take it slow, okay?"

We both die laughing.

I can't believe I just said that after I drove him to my old high school football field and let him rail me under the bleachers. But, this whole honesty thing is working for us at the moment.

"So what are we doing then?"

"I'm standing here with my tits hanging out of my bra, showing the whole world my ass."

We laugh again.

"It's a sexy fucking ass though." He gives it a quick little playful slap.

I turn bright red, but he still has not let go of me to put my clothes on. I glance back to my ass that is still exposed for the world to see. "It is, isn't it? Now, you're going to have to let me go before we get arrested and charged as sex offenders."

"Every man in the country will move to your neighborhood."

I give him a flirtatious slap on the arm.

"Will you let go of me so I can put my fucking pants on? I won't run away. I promise."

He lets go, and I yank my pants up over my hips and throw my shirt on. We meander back toward the car, holding hands and gazing at each other before we squeeze through the gate.

We approach his car, and I run my hand across the hood as he gets in to drive this time.

"Sorry you had to see that. I know you had him first."

Joel checks his phone as he's climbing into the driver's seat.

He fires up the engine, and I feel the energy rush into my hand. I could listen to this car all night.

"Get in the car, Quinn!" he screams it at me.

I can't make out what he's said over the engine.

"What? Don't scream at me like that, asshole!"

I say it half playfully, but I don't appreciate being talked to that way. What is his problem?

"Get in the fucking car! Now, goddamn it!"

What the fuck? I yank open the passenger door. He's pissed off the wrong girl at the wrong time. What is his fucking deal?

When I open the door he has tears streaming down his face and is almost hyperventilating—like he is having a panic attack. My heart goes from zero to terminal velocity as it accelerates directly into my stomach.

"Joel, Joel, calm down. What is it, babe?"

"It's my mom. We have to get to the hospital. Something—"

"Get in the passenger seat. I'm driving us."

"No—"

"Do it, now!"

He's in no condition to drive, and I know these roads far better than him and he knows it.

He sprints around as I climb over into the driver's seat.

"What hospital?"

"St. Thomas—"

It's all I need to hear as I pop the clutch and we blast out of the parking lot into the night.