“So, you must be pretty excited for tomorrow, right?” Chloe watched her hand as she asked; it was creeping around John’s chest as they lay together in her bed.
“Excited to lug boxes of Carrie’s stuff up from the car?” John asked. He looked down at her as she nuzzled up against him. The skin of her shoulder and arm looked especially smooth compared to the rough blanket that covered them both from the torso down.
She looked up into his eyes. “Excited to have your house to yourself again, I mean,” she answered. “I remember that couch not being very comfortable to sleep on, and I was very drunk and wasn’t sleeping there because of an ex who was taking up the bed. I imagine that has to be kind of, well, weird for you.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” John said, “I do much prefer your bed to that couch.”
She smiled. “You know you can sleep over any time you want,” she said. “You’re very cozy.”
“I appreciate it,” he replied. And I appreciate you not following up when I avoided addressing how weird it is having Carrie in my house.
She snuggled against him again, laying her head back down so he could no longer see her face and stretching her arm across his chest to touch his opposite arm. “It has to be uncomfortable for you, though, right?” she asked. “Like, how she’s so close all the time. Kind of like, I don’t know, look but don’t touch.”
Damn it, he thought, but tried to suppress the annoyance. It wasn’t a weird thing to ask. Far from it; she had actually been very understanding, considering the weird situation: an ex living in one’s house platonically was not the type of thing that most girls would just accept, but Chloe had not really questioned it at all. Given that Chloe and John had declared that their own relationship was purely casual, and given that Carrie had emphatically declared that her relationship with John was purely platonic, on paper it made sense not to make a big deal of it, but he was also well aware that that was not how humans worked. “Eh, I think we’ve both pretty solidly moved on. She’s had at least one guy over and, well, I’ve got you.”
“You’ve got me, do you?” she looked up at him with a devilish grin.
“Yeah, and I’m not letting go,” he said. He squeezed her tight against himself. “Seriously, though, I mean, there’s nothing going on between us.”
“I know,” Chloe said, her eyes watching his. “I trust you. I mean, not that you’re not allowed to hook up with other girls. It’s still… we’re still casual, right? I was just sympathizing.”
“Yeah, we’re casual, don’t worry,” John answered. “You can hook up with all the girls you want.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“What? Or guys, whatever, I don’t mind,” he said.
She stuck out her tongue and replaced her head on his chest.
For a few more moments they just stayed in that position, their breathing the only sound in the room, then she spoke up. “So, like, if you didn’t have me it would be weird?”
“No, no, no,” John said. He squeezed her and she turned her face back to him. “That’s not what I meant. I meant it like, I have you, that should be evidence that I’m not pining for her or something. Not like, I have you to distract me from what I really want or anything like that. Sorry, I suck at words.”
“That I can sympathize with,” she said.
“Sorry, you’re definitely not just some distraction or side piece or whatever. I don’t want you to feel like…” he tried to explain.
“It’s fine,” she interrupted him. “Sorry, I made it weird. I’m fine with it, really. Like I said, you can get with whoever you like. I mean whomever. Sorry, I mean I’m fine with us just hanging out and whatever. I just don’t want to, like, if you’re still in love with her or something, I don’t want to be, you know, just kind of hanging around.”
“Yeah, I definitely know what you mean. Being somebody’s side piece is not a good time,” he concurred, staring off through the ceiling.
“I guess you would,” she said, rolling over onto her back. “That Riley girl…that story with her boyfriend and all… what a bitch.”
“Yeah, whatever. I mean, I don’t know, she… whatever. But, yeah, don’t worry, I would not subject you to anything like that. Fucking sucked.” He rolled onto his side to watch her. The moon’s light pouring in through the window, reflecting off her big eyes, she looked like some kind of fairy tale princess. “But on the other hand, I might never have started dating you without that little episode so…”
She turned her head to look at him without moving her body. “Ah, so I’m not a substitute for Carrie, I’m a substitute for Riley,” she said.
“No, god, I meant…” John started.
“Relax, relax,” she said, putting her hands up in a “stop” motion. “It was supposed to be a joke. I’m not good at words, either, remember?”
“Ah,” John sighed. “Well, fortunately, you make up for that by being really good at other stuff.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“This, for one thing,” he answered. He rolled over on top of fatih escort her and kissed her deeply on the mouth.
“I wasn’t suspicious before but now I’m pretty sure you’re lying,” she said as he pulled away from her.
“What?” he asked, confused.
She giggled. “Just, I know you’re lying when you say I’m a good kisser,” she said.
“Nah, you’re great,” he said. “Why do you always think stuff like that?”
“Like not being a good kisser?” she said. “I don’t know, I just feel like I pretty much just lie there. Like, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I mean, I’m not like some wild girl who knows all the moves or whatever. I’m not like Zoe or this Riley girl or whatever.”
“‘All the moves’? Hey, come on, you’re great,” he said.
She responded with an incredulous look.
“No, really, you’re crazy sexy, and believe it or not, I like sex with you. Like, a lot.” He placed a hand on her arm while looking into her eyes.”
“Yeah?” she asked with a wicked little smile. “Prove it.”
He practically jumped on top of her. They jostled as they kissed hard, positioning him between her legs. He was a bit disappointed to find that she had evidently slipped her panties back on at some point after the night’s earlier fuck session, as his cock, already growing hard, pressed against them instead of her bare flesh.
Their mouths moved hungrily, lips pressing against each others’, moving this way and that, while their tongues danced. He broke off the kiss only to kiss along her jaw to her neck. “Ooh,” she squealed at the sensation as her hands explored his bare back. He nibbled at her ear, breathing in deep and taking in her sweet aroma.
Her hands slid down his back to his ass, where her fingers played along his skin gently, then one reached around, gliding over his skin lightly and squeezing between their two bodies before it found what she was looking for: John’s throbbing cock.
She started stroking it, her fingers gripping him tightly while they kissed. Her hand moved in a slightly awkward way, all the more charming for the clumsiness induced by the lack of space between them. She broke off the kiss while still stroking him and watched his face; she seemed to be looking for something in his expression, but he could not guess what. She bit her lower lip, her eyes focused laser-like on him.
He tried to slide down her body, but she held his cock firmly with one hand as she pressed the fingers of her other hand into the flesh of his ass. Giving up, he instead pressed forward, kissing along her neck as he pushed down against her, trapping her hand between their bodies.
His hard cock head pressed into the silky cloth of her panties and she shivered visibly at the sudden sensation. He kissed her again, extending his tongue into her mouth; she gladly accepted it, using her own tongue to massage his as he started slowly moving, sliding his cock against the increasingly warm cloth of her panties.
She moved suddenly, removing her hands from him, and started wriggling in a way that, though he could not see it, he could feel was part of an effort to free herself of the interfering undergarment.
Temporarily free of her grip, he took the opportunity to kiss down her neck and chest until he reached her pert breasts. He kissed them softly, lightly grazing her nipples with his lips, first one, then the other, then back again, before settling on one and sucking it; it stood at attention, resisting his tongue as he swirled that tongue around it. He listened to her breathing, frequently interrupted by her little shivers of pleasure as his mouth worked one breast then the other.
He kissed his way back up her neck, once again bringing his cock into contact with her now bare and increasingly wet pussy lips. Chloe reached down again between her legs and located his cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around it. She started sliding the head up and down her slit, letting it slip between her lips and coating him in her juices. She pulled on it, trying to force him inside herself.
John held firm, his tingling cock head sitting right at her entrance. He pulled back from kissing her and smiled.
“Come on,” she said.
“Come on what?” he teased. There was little if anything he enjoyed more in life than watching her embarrassed expression at these points.
She narrowed her eyes at him, unable to pout properly. She knew what she wanted and what he wanted to hear; that much was clear from her expression. “Come on, put it in,” she said in a faux-exasperated tone.
“Hmm?” he teased as she tried once again unsuccessfully to wiggle her way to penetration.
She made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a giggle and relented. “Put your. Big. Fucking. Dick. In my. Tight. Little. Pussy.” she accented every single word.
“As you wish,” he said, then, without further warning, pushed his cock inside her, jamming almost the entire length into her tight, wet hole in çapa escort a single go.
“Oooh!” she squealed in response. After a few more strokes, he was buried balls deep inside her, already moving at full speed. Each time his cock sank into her, she released a little moan of pleasure, her body rocking with his motion.
He let his hands explore her, running up and down her back and side, savoring the smooth, soft sensation of her body under his fingertips. She kissed him wildly, her high-pitched moans reverberating through him as he fucked her hard. With one hand on the back of her neck, he let his other hand glide to her ass. He squeezed the soft, warm flesh, then let his fingers creep towards her crack. His fingertips found there her juices had oozed their way into her crack and he moved his fingers, smearing those juices up and down her crack.
“Mmm,” she squealed into his mouth as his fingers grazed her asshole. He let his fingers return to her hole and held them there, eliciting another moan of pleasure before she broke off the kiss. Her eyes burned with desire, watching him hungrily as he continued to pound her tight little pussy. He twirled his fingers around her asshole and she shivered visibly before grabbing him by the back of the head and forcing his lips onto hers again.
He pressed his finger gently into her hole; it resisted at first, then, lubricated with her juices, the tip slipped in, then one knuckle, then two. “Ah…ah…” she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes looking not so much at him as through him. He slammed the full length of his rock-hard cock deep into her once again and held it there. “Ah…I’m….ah….”
Her entire body vibrated, quaking against him as she was rocked with an orgasm. Her pussy squeezed him tight while her asshole went wild on his finger, unable to decide if it wanted to push him out or draw him even further in. She let out a high pitched whine as her orgasm reached its climax and gradually faded, her eyes only slowly meeting his before kissing him softly, her breath unsteady.
He slid his cock out of her slowly, enjoying each small tingle as her pussy gripped him tightly, then taking it in hand, slid it up and down her juicy pussy lips. He let his finger slip out of her asshole as he teased her pussy, pressing his cock against her clit and toying with it.
“Put it back in,” she purred, her eyes fixed on his as he rose up, placing one hand on her thigh as he continued to tease her.
“Hmm?” he teased.
She sat up quickly; before he could even react, she had gotten her thin, shapely legs under herself and pressed against him, kissing aggressively. Her hand ran lightly across his back and around his shoulder before reaching his chest. “I said,” she said in a voice almost too soft to hear, “Put… It…” She pushed against his chest hard enough that he was barely able to catch himself before toppling over backwards; he managed to slide his legs around so as to make his sudden tumble onto his back at least a little graceful. “Back.” She straddled him easily, her long, thin leg effortlessly moving over him. “In.”
She pressed herself down on him; her tongue practically stabbing him in the mouth as her hand moved to his crotch. She gripped his dick tightly and with surprising speed, forced it back inside herself. “Mmm,” she moaned as she sank down on him, impaling her tight little pussy with his cock inch by inch.
He ran his hands up her body, her muscular yet soft thighs, curvaceous hips and up to her breasts. He cupped one in each hand, squeezing gently as she rode, using his cock as she saw fit.
He began toying with her nipples, taking each between the thumb and forefinger of his hands and playing with them, gently pulling and twisting. Her shivers grew more and more frequent as she rode until finally, evidently unable to stand any more, she pressed her upper body down once again, forcing him to move his hands and kissing him, first on the mouth and then moving along his jaw and to his neck.
Her tight pussy, sliding up and down the length of his cock as she rode had almost completely mesmerized him, so when she suddenly pulled the sheets up over them, it came as a bit of a surprise, not least because she had managed to get a hold of them while still managing to continue her riding. He marveled silently that this girl was just minutes before claiming to “just lie there”.
His hands, now unable to play with her breasts, wandered aimlessly over her body, her long, shapely thighs, her hips and back, and then down to her glorious ass, where he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. The fingers of his right hand found their way to her crack. She pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes, an expectant smile on her lips barely visible in the low light of the room. He let his fingers inch their way to her hole, his middle finger just grazing it; she flinched, then returned to kissing him on the mouth, her tongue diving güngören escort between his lips.
He felt her hand on his right arm as she rode more frantically. It did not push him away but rather rubbed him encouragingly. He let his finger slip inside her.
“Mmm!” she let out a short, high-pitched moan as his finger slid into her tight ass, finding it still well lubricated with her pussy juices. Somehow, she sped up even more, sliding him in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The room filled with the wet sounds of their fucking, mixing with her increasingly frantic moans of pleasure.
She pulled away from his mouth and buried her face into his neck. “Oh…I’m gonna…oh…don’t stop, don’t stop…” she whined. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his arm and she froze, then a moment later, her body went into a series of wild spasms atop him. Her asshole clamped down on his finger hard while her pussy repeatedly squeezed his dick. “Oh god…oh god…” she moaned into his neck.
She must have somehow sensed what John was feeling, the familiar sensation of hot cum begging to escape from deep inside him, as she started whining into his ear, “Please, baby, give it to me, I want it inside. I want to feel it, baby, please.”
“Oh fuck,” John sighed, giving up the fight to hold in the cum; it erupted from him, shooting hot into her, spurt after spurt of the stuff. The sensation seemed to set her off again as her whole body tensed against him in reaction, her ass and pussy going crazy. Her ass pushed his finger out with its rapid movement, and when he had finally finished emptying his balls into her pussy, he could feel the cum start to leak out of her onto his cock after it had softened enough to fall out of her.
They breathed loudly against each other, their skin sweaty. She managed, with visible effort to push herself up from his chest and look into his eyes. Her lips moved as if to begin speaking, but rather than form words, they settled for curling up into a smile before she pressed them against his in another long, soft kiss.
He rolled her gently off of him and onto her side, turning to face her as he did so. For a few more moments, he just watched the moonlight reflecting off her eyes as they both smiled in silence.
“I feel like I should say something clever here,” he said finally, “but, you know, bad at words and everything.”
She let out a little laugh. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You make up for it in other ways.”
…
“You really are excited to get Carrie out of the house, huh?”
John startled slightly at the sound of Chloe’s voice and turned from the stove to find her rubbing her eye, framed in the doorway to the bedroom. “What makes you say that?” he chuckled.
“It’s Saturday,” she said, “and you’re already up instead of rolling around in bed, where you should be keeping me warm.” At some point before walking out to question him on his absence, she had apparently thrown on a by now familiar large hoodie that covered her down to her mid-thigh. “Must be pretty excited.”
“Excited for pancakes,” he replied.
“You made me pancakes?” she asked as she shuffled over to him. Upon arriving to her destination and seeing that he had, she wrapped her arms around him from behind.”That is pretty exciting.”
“Well, I made pancakes,” John said as she kissed his neck, “and I guess you can have some.” He turned in her arms and kissed her on the mouth, wrapping his arms around her.
“Aww,” she said, “so sweet. And may I have some of this coffee, also?” She stepped over to the coffee pot and began pouring herself a cup.
“Sure,” he said as he stepped behind her, “but it’s going to cost you.”
“How much?” she asked. She put her now full mug down on the counter and turned to face him.
“Just this,” he answered, drawing her in for another kiss, which she readily returned. He let his hands drift down her back and found, to his delight, that the hoodie was, in fact, the only thing she had put on before crawling out of bed. His fingers pressed gently into the warm, bare flesh of her ass before she pulled away.
“Just a kiss?” she said with a smile. “No hidden charges?”
John pretended to consider it for a second, bobbling his head. “There might be an additional fee of some sort,” he answered.
“Alright, well, can we settle up after breakfast?” she said. She evidently took the “yes” for granted, as she picked the mug back up and took it over to the table, leaving John to distribute pancakes onto two plates and join her a few moments later. She sipped her coffee as she watched this process, then continued, “So what time does the moving commence? Are we going to have time to settle my bill for this coffee this morning?”
“I don’t know,” he said as he sat, passing her a plate. “It might be a bit of an involved payment process.”
“So, how about afternoon?” Chloe asked. She picked up her fork and began the process of turning circular pancakes into more manageable slices. “Will that give us enough time?”
Ah, shit, John remembered, “Sorry, I have a thing this afternoon. Can we maybe get started in the morning? We can haul stuff over here and then I think I can leave the detailed work to Carrie.”
“Sure,” Chloe said. “I mean, it doesn’t matter to me. What are you doing in the afternoon?”
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