Ch.15"Blush"

Gracie P.O.V.

 

"Oh God, Hayes!" I screamed out when I felt him bite my neck hard. Why does he keep biting my neck? I didn't care, and I didn't pay any attention until next. I felt my skirt was lifted past my thighs, and what in the world is he doing? I gasped and cried out when I felt his mouth on my sex.

 

Oh, My God!" I screamed, and my hips buckled up, and my eyes popped open, and I saw around me that I was in a dark and big cave. But I wasn't worried about us being alone in a dark and scary cave; I was worried that something could come in here and hurt us. Oh, no, I could not concentrate when you have the man you dream about for years with his mouth between your legs, pleasuring you with his tongue.

 

"Oh, God!" I moaned, and I was trying to move closer when I heard him chuckle, and I wanted to tell him to stop laughing at me, but then I was afraid he would stop what he was doing to me. I guess he was reading my mind. I felt his finger move over my sex, and I felt my eyes roll in the back of my eyes. Wow, what an absolute pleasure it feels like. I wonder what he would think if I did it to him. I felt my cheeks turning red from thinking about my mouth on his sex. I shy away from thinking about him with dirty thoughts.

I licked my lips, and my hands had a mind of their own. I sneaked my fingers and gripped him hard, and I heard him groan, and he kept going faster and harder on my sex. I started rocking my hips on his face, and I didn't care if someone called me a slut right now. This felt so good, and I wanted him to keep going until I found my release.

 

"Yes, please make me-""I was almost asking him to make me cum, but I kept that out, and he stopped, and I opened my eyes, and I gasped when he was staring up at me with a smirk on his face. Oh, God, he's beautiful with his eyes dark and his lips moist and wet with my sex.

 

What do you want, sweetheart?"He asked me. What I should have done was tell me to stop and get away from me, but I didn't because I wanted him to touch me and kiss my sex, and know he is doing this to me. I am already on the brink of losing it.

Ahh, I screamed when I felt him stick two fingers inside me. He was staring up at me on his knees. I didn't want him to see me. So, I tried to shy away, but he grabbed me with the other hand, and he had a grip holding me still, watching me.

 

"Oh, no, princess, you're going to watch my eyes when I make your pretty little tight pussy come on my fingers." Then I am going to lick and suck them gone with your sweet and tangy juices." He tells me in an ordering tone.

"Do you understand, princess? If you move your eyes off me and close them, I will stop, and you won't cum, Got it." He told me with a serious expression, and he meant it.

 

I licked my lips, and I knew I had to obey him or else he wouldn't let me come, he said.

I didn't want that. I was already turned on and almost there.

 

So, I nodded my head.

 

"What? "I can't hear you, princess," he said.

 

"I mean, yes," I said.

"No! You say yes, sir," He demanded.

"Yes, sir," I told him in a nervous voice.

 

"Okay, good!" Now watch my eyes." He spoke. I started staring into his eyes, and I felt him moving his two fingers inside me.

I groaned, and I wanted to close my eyes, but I knew if I did, it would be all over, and I was almost there. I pouted inside and begged him with my eyes. Please don't stop. Right now, I am not in my right mind. I know what we are doing is wrong, and he is using my body for his cruel joke. Later, when he can use me and dispose of me once he gets what he wants from me, he will throw me away like garbage.

But this is Hayes Ford, the boy I could never get to love me. Why am I thinking about this now? I know this won't happen again; he probably won't remember after this. Besides, I want this. So, I'll enjoy this as long as he keeps touching me.

I licked my lips, and I saw his mouth open, and he was speaking.

I didn't hear what he was saying because I had a lot on my mind.

 

"Yes," I moaned.

"Fuck! You're so tight," he groaned, and he went deeper. I stiffened up, and I felt the burning and the stretch with his fingers.

It wasn't an awful painful feeling, but I felt the pressure inside my sex with his fingers.

I let out a cry.

Oh, don't cry, not now, don't cry. I repeated inside my mind. Don't show him you're feeling uncomfortable, or he would stop, and I don't want that.

Shh, it's okay, relax and let me in." I heard him say. So I started relaxing and opening up more.

He stopped, and I wanted to cry.

"Please don't stop, I'm okay," I told him.

I was begging him with my eyes, but he didn't move his fingers. So, I started moving my hips back and forth, and he watched me taking my pleasure. So, I heard him say.

 

"Go on, take it! Take your pleasure on my fingers." He told me with a smirk on his lips.

Asshole! I wanted to tell him, but I didn't care; I was almost there and just a little more.

I didn't mean to close my eyes when I felt the explosions fly out of me. As I moved my body, I saw the firefighters behind my eyes.

 

"Ahhh, Hayes, I cried out his name when I opened my eyes, and I saw him standing up with his pants off and his cock straight up in the air. Oh God, what a sight to look at. He stood there, firm, with muscles and a lean body, staring down at me with a smug grin.

 

"Now," he said, grabbing his sex in his hand and jerking it once and twice, and he let go of his sex.

"Come here, baby! I want to see their sexy lips wrapped around my cock." He said, but in a demanding tone. I dropped my eyes down his body until I got to his sex, and I gasped when I saw how long and thick and hard it was. I was nervous because how am I going to fit that inside my mouth and my sex?

 

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, it fits." He said with a laugh. That's when I was curious, and I got up on my knees and stared straight up at him, and he looked down.

"Now take it!" He told me. He wanted me to take his cock in my hand. So, I did.

I heard him groan and moan when I held it in my hand. I looked at it. God, it felt weird, but not a nasty odd, but a good weird.

I liked it. His penis was hard, and it felt like a big pepperoni stick. I giggled thinking about it that way.

I shook my head because he was giving me a weird look. So, I dropped my smile.

"Yes, just like that fuck baby!" He moaned, and I saw him throw back his head.

Hmm, I thought with a smug smile, I got him putty in my hands now. What if I stop? Then he would know how I feel when he stops, and I had to take my pleasure using his fingers inside my sex.

 

"What are you waiting for-

"Fuckkkk!" he cried out. He didn't get to finish his words when I took him inside my mouth.