Page 65 of Dirty Chorus

The cold tips of my fingers move, studying her anatomy, until I find that sweet spot. I start to stroke her clit in a circular motion, and I peck her on the lips and watch her. My gaze is focused on her face, the way her lips part and her chest rises and falls, and suddenly she’s breathing harder. “Is this you initiating?” she asks with an innocent moan coming from her lips.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask.

“I’ve never...”

“I know you’ve never...”

“No, I’ve never umm...” Her legs tremble, and she throws her head back into the pillow biting back a moan as I stroke faster. Fuck, those sweet sounds are going to make me explode without even being touch. “I haven’t, oh... my... fuck.” She can’t stop cursing every two seconds between each gasp and sweet sound she makes.

I dip two fingers inside her opening, and she gasps. So wet. So fucking wet and tight. Shit, she's fucking tighter than any virgin I’ve been with. “Oh...” I say.

“I’ve... oh, oh, oh.”

“You’ve never... I see now.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Mmhmm.” My thumb circles her clit knowing I’m on a mission now. She must like that. She thrusts into my hand in slow, steady motions, as my thumb slicks back and forth, spreading her wetness everywhere.

“Noah.” She hisses between her teeth. I circle her tight little hole, applying enough pressure to make her back arch off the bed.

“That’s it, Trouble.”

The walls of her pussy squeeze my fingers. I kiss her moans and move down, sucking on her neck. Her hands fist the sheets.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t...” she moans out, and she’s close. My fingers give her clit my full attention, beating it with each stroke as I lave my tongue over the hard nubs of her breast. The second I bite her nipples, she whimpers even more. The sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy has my dick throbbing. My balls are so tight it hurts.

“I want you to be my...” she rasps out. “I want you to make me come.” She arches again and lets out a moan. “No one’s made me come before.”

“Then, come for me.” I lean down, sucking on her nipples again, lashing it with my tongue before pulling off with a wet pop. I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment, biting down just enough to make her cry out. Her big, beautiful tits were in my mouth, and I worshipped them. I could feel the frantic beat of her heart through her chest.

She’s fucking my hand, milking each second, and she doesn’t disappoint. The sounds she makes has my chest growing hotter than hell. My brain goes dizzy as each gasping moan tells me it’s me that’s making her feel this way. Her body is mine. These gorgeous tits in my mouth belong to me. When her body trembles and goes limp on the bed, her eyes roll to the back of her head, I know I've got her there. She grabs my wrists with both of her hands. Her moans bounce in every corner of the room.

“You sound so sweet,” I whisper and kiss a trail up her neck to her swollen lips. My hand that was fucking her pussy grasps her thigh, squeezing it. She’s saturated with sweat, glistening like gold on her sheets. I could fall in love with the sounds she makes for me.

“What do I gotta do to be with you?” she asks, her grey eyes glimmering into my soul. My breath gets caught up in my throat, my heart splitting down the middle because I’m not sure if she means fucking on this bed, or if she wants to actually be with me. I’m hoping for both, but the second one I dream about more than everything.

“Tell me,” she begs.

A reality check is seeping back in. The shit I’m dealing with all comes back into my brain as the high of her starts to dissipate. “What time is it?” I ask.

She reaches on her nightstand grasping her phone flipped over. “Fuck, it’s almost midnight.”

“It’s getting a bit late. I don’t want to get caught by your mom.” I peck her on the cheeks and scoot off the bed, pushing my hair out of my face.

“No, don’t leave.” She sits up, bouncing her bottom on the mattress until she gets off. She grasps my hand. “I haven’t even made you feel good.”

The air turns cold as if I stole all the warmth in the room. “You don’t need to get me off. Being your first is my treat.”

“I wish you would stay.” She lets me go, leaving my hand limp at my side. She coils her wet hair in tight circles. I need help. Therapy. Something. Someone needs to wipe the lust out of my eyes, and just be plain old Noah again.

I don’t want this desire to open up. Fuck, I did tonight. Just a little bit. I dunno if it was a good idea to tell her I’ve admired her before the bathroom bullshit. I taught myself how not to feel, and something about her is undoing it all. Now all my hard work is for nothing.

She scrounges around the room and finds a clean pair of underwear and throws on a shirt. My stuff is all in the living room. I don’t take another minute to open the door and walk down the narrow hallway. My clothes are neatly folded on the futon, and I’m dressed in less than ten seconds.

“When can I see you again?” she asks, seeming desperate in the question, as if I might disappear from her life entirely. I don’t like that thought settling in my mind at all. But it would also fix all my problems if I ran away.

“I’ll text you in the morning.” I gulp down the jawbreaker stuck in my throat. I grant her one tight hug and another kiss on the lips before slipping out the front door.

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