He broke the suction on my tit, then circled my nipple with his tongue, nipping gently at it until I gasped into the room.
“Is it okay if I take these off?” he asked, tugging at the waistband on my sweats.
There was almost nothing I wanted more. If I could have fast-forwarded to the part where he fucked me, I might have, but I was lost in the deliciousness of the experience, eager to see what else it held.
He sat up between my legs and pulled at my sweatpants, taking my underwear with them and tossing both of them aside.
Suddenly I felt shy. Nolan had seen me almost naked before — everyone at Blackwell High had, I guessed — but this was different. I was sober, able to observe him taking me in, his gaze traveling my body, lingering over my tits and waist, the hair between my thighs.
When he spoke, his voice sounded almost tormented. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you, sweetheart?”
He was right, I didn’t, but mostly because I’d had zero desire to be attractive to a man — any man — since high school.
I squirmed under the heat of his gaze, and I pulled at his sweatpants, eager to take the focus off me, eager to see him too.
He stood and pulled them off, then moved to get back on the bed.
“Wait,” I said. It was my first time and I wanted to look at him, wanted to remember the moment even if it wasn’t super romantic, even if it was with one of the guys who’d almost destroyed me.
I let my gaze roam the length of his body, skimming over the cursive scrawled in ink across his chest (“do no harm” had new meaning after what he’d told me about their business), the skeletal frog, the twin snakes of the medical symbol turning into creeping vines that circled his arm and traveled up his biceps like a swarm of vipers.
I’d seen more of the black-and-white montage when I’d been lying on his chest — had caught pieces of a torn flag, a tank, sand dunes — but they were in shadow now.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, with defined muscles and a tapered waist. My already-wet pussy pulsed when I got to his dick, hard and jutting between lean but muscular thighs, like it knew what was to come.
“You’re beautiful too,” I said.
He got back onto the bed, stretching out over me, and I gasped at the contact of his bare skin on mine, chest to toes. Why hadn’t anyone ever told me it felt like this to lie naked with a man? And how could anything that felt so good, so incrediblyright, be a sin?
He kissed me again, our tongues sparring as I buried both hands in his hair, opening my thighs wider so that his cock nestled against the mound of my wet cunt. A yawning need had opened up at my center, throbbing and demanding to be satisfied, and I wiggled against the head of his dick, desperate to feel him push into me.
He was breathing heavy when he broke away. “I need to slow this down, sweetheart.”
He sat on his heels between my thighs and ran his fingers through my pussy, his eyes glittering as he looked down at the most secret part of my body, the one part of my body no one else had ever seen (I’d always been pathetically grateful the nudes the Bastards had texted to the school were mostly tits, my underwear still intact).
I shivered as his thumb grazed my clit, a bolt of fire shooting from my center all the way up my spine.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed. “So ready.”
I thought he would enter me then. Instead he lay down between my thighs. I felt his hot breath on my cunt and lifted my head in a panic.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to taste you, sweetheart.”
I opened my mouth to protest — he was going totasteme? — but it died on my lips when I felt the slide of his tongue through the folds of my pussy.
A guttural moan escaped my lips as my head fell back onto the pillow.
This was… indescribable. Nolan’s tongue was hot and wet, slipping inside me before stroking my clit in slow circles.
“Oh my… oh my god…” I grabbed on to his dark hair, never wanting it to end.
He spread me open wide with his hands, then licked me from ass to clit. I was too enthralled with pleasure to feel self-conscious as he lapped hungrily at my clit, an orgasm building at my center.
This wasn’t the same as the orgasm I gave myself with my vibrator. That was clinical in comparison, a lever I pulled to get myself off when I needed a physical release.
This was otherworldly, a series of sublime surprises Nolan delivered with his tongue, licking his way through the slit of my opening, sucking and lapping at my clit until I lifted my hips off the bed, desperate to have his face buried in my throbbing cunt.