Page 21 of Changing Lanes

I hurry upstairs to my dorm room to grab a bag of clothes and my backpack. It’s Friday night, and we’ll be spending the weekend in after this. I drive us back to her place. She sits as close to me as possible, resting her head on my shoulder; a calm silence clinging to the air between us. Parking the truck, I climb out and pull her along behind me, her fingers laced in mine. I grab my bags in one hand, and we make our way toward her loft.

As soon as the door is securely locked, I drop my bags and pick her up. She throws her legs around me, and I pin her against the wall, taking her mouth with a fervent desire. Our tongues fight for space in the others mouth. She nips at my lip when I pull back, teasing her. Slowly, I work my way to her jaw, kissing and licking every inch.

I suck and bite my way down her neck and over to her shoulder. Thrusting my hips into her, I wedge her to the wall, freeing my hands to rip the back of her dress apart. Pulling the front down over her breasts, leaving it mid-bicep to hold her arms down.

I suck and nip at her until I reach her full breast, placing my mouth over it. Sucking hard, I flick the tip of my tongue over her hard nipple, swirling it over and over. She moans loudly giving me the courage to sink my teeth down, biting ever so slightly.

Her legs tighten around my waist as I grind against her unyielding. Reaching under her dress, I tear the side of her panties, unveiling her pussy to me. Her dress around her arms and above her belly button, a sly grin breaks across my face. I could look at her like this every day.

I run my thumb over her, spreading her wetness over her clit, giving it several rubs. Torrie bows her back, releasing a torrent of praises. I take the opportunity to work my pants down. Reaching between us, I palm my cock so I can run the head through her wet pussy, gliding it over her clit.

She bucks from the wall, slipping perfectly that I impale her, fast and hard. Filling her completely, I suck her nipple into my mouth, encircling it with my lips. Her pussy pulses, pulling me impossibly deeper. Her core grips my cock, holding it deep.

Taking her nipple with my teeth, I scissor it, to which her response is to quiver. Pumping her slowly, I work her pussy with every bump and grind my hips can deliver. Working us into a frenzied state in no time, our grunting is the only thing that can be heard over the slapping of our bodies.

Her nipples add sweet friction to mine as I drive her into the wall with thrust after thrust. Torrie’s heels dig into my ass, and soon after my thighs begin to burn. Everything is forgotten when my balls slap against her ass. I run my tongue over her lips, and she surprises me when she fists my hair and presses our mouths together.

The moment our tongues touch, we chase our climaxes together as I rest my forehead on hers. We don’t say a word; some things go beyond words. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s holding us up or I am. Honestly, I think it’s the wall.

She straightens her legs as I pull away from her. Setting her on her feet, I steady her. Wobbling, we take the few steps to the bed, falling on it together. Laying there for an hour or so, we hold each other never saying a word.

We have so many things we need to figure out. So much to still learn about each other. I want to know every dark corner of her mind, every hole in her heart so I can fill it with love. Love. Strange and beautiful word. Scares most. I’m beginning to learn what it means.

Torrie snaps her eyes up to mine as if she remembered something important. Raising my eyebrows, I wait for her to tell me what it is she’s thought of. Her mouth pops open, then closes. She repeats the movement before she gasps and speaks.

“We didn’t use a condom.” Her words reverberate in my ears. I close my eyes tightly trying to remember differently than she does.

I open my eyes so she can see that I’m sincere. “I’m sorry, Torrie. I never meant to do that to you.”

“Brannon, that’s not something completely up to you. I’m a big girl, I could’ve said stop at any time. And remember, I’m on Depo, so we’re covered.” She kisses me sweetly.

“Nevertheless, I should take better care of you.” I kiss her back just as sweetly.

“I can take care of myself, but thank you.” She kisses me again but longer.

“I know you are capable of taking care of yourself, I just want to do it occasionally. So, I can puff my chest out, be all proud and shit.” Pressing my lips to hers, I linger until she giggles.

“You trying to suffocate me?” She laughs again.

“I can’t deny it, it’s crossed my mind a time or two.” Jumping her, I tickle her relentlessly.

Breathless and exhausted, she gives up. “Okay, okay, okay. You can take care of me every Tuesday and Thursday. All day on Sunday, and we share responsibility on Saturday. Deal?” Wiggling her eyebrows, she grins.

“Thank you. I won’t let you down,” I promise as I place my hand over my heart.

She rolls me over, straddling me. Ain’t gonna lie, it’s a helluva a view. Her mouth on mine, we kiss slow and easy. Tasting each other, savoring every touch. Torrie places soft kisses on my chin, neck, and down my chest.

She sucks on my nipple before reaching between her legs to grab my cock. Pumping it a few times, she strokes her pussy with it. Dragging it through her wetness and over her clit. Palming her breast, I steady her when she rises on her knees to adjust herself over my hard shaft.

Unhurried, she lowers herself on me. Her pussy pulses around me, making me throb with want. Sinking lower until she takes me fully, her slow, torturous rhythm sends shock waves through my body. With every up and down, her pussy clinches, tightening on me as she swivels her hips.

Our pace quickens as she rocks back and forth on me, and I begin to rub her clit when she thrusts forward. One last pass with my thumb, she’s screaming her release, and I follow her as I groan her name through mine.