Page 18 of His Shy Girl

He pulls me back to him, kissing me slowly and sweetly again, but all these feelings are bottling up inside and I need more. I cling to his shoulders, trying to draw more from his tongue, wanting him to feed the need aching between my legs. The warmth is penetrating right in the place where his hard shaft is pressing into me.

I start to rub against him, the friction aiding in my quest for relief. His hands grip my waist, and he helps me on my mission. Pushing and pulling me back and forth. His hips raising to give me more. His tongue trying to swallow up all the little soundsthat keep slipping from my mouth. It’s almost within grasp. That explosion of pleasure.

I rock faster, tightening my grip and grinding down harder. I’m desperate to grab onto it. The ache driving in deep. And then… I feel his fingers slip into my pants, seeking my most sensitive spot.

“Is this what my girl needs?” He rubs over my clit, and I nearly shatter. “Your little button is swollen, babe.” His fingers rub at the spot, and my head falls back on my shoulders. “If your parents weren’t downstairs, I’d have you straddling my head, riding my tongue.”

The vision floods in and the pleasure pummels me, overriding every single one of my systems. The orgasm grips me so hard I bite my tongue to keep myself from screaming. The waves roll through and my body gives out on the intensity, slumping on his shoulder. Brennon slips his hand out from my pants and rubs my back, easing me back to calm.

“You doing okay, babe?” My eyes flutter open, and I nod against him. “All better?”

I’m definitely feeling better. I’m sitting on the hottest guy’s lap and he just gave me the most amazing orgasm.

“For now,” I whisper, smiling against him. “But it feels like you could use a little help.” I reach between us, rubbing over his hard bulge, and he sucks in a gasp. It’s my turn now to return the favor. I start to stroke over his pants, struggling to grasp him through the material. I shift on his lap so I can get him free, but I’m stopped by the knock on my door. We startle apart and I quickly scramble off his lap, standing from my bed. Thankfully, my mom doesn’t barge right in—which is a first.

“Willow, sweetheart! Dinner is ready.”

“Okay, thanks. We’ll be out in just a few!”

I hear her squeal in delight again, before her footsteps start rushing down the hall, calling for my dad. My words came out clear. Loud and strong. And she’s beside herself with excitement.

I really don’t understand how it’s possible. I’d expect my nerves to be worse around him, but Brennon is having the opposite effect. He’s a calming presence, putting me at ease.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom before we go eat?”

I turn my attention back, and my eyes land right between his legs. It’s impossible not to stare, toohardto miss. The tent it’s making in his jogging pants will make a complete scene in front of my parents. He can’t go to dinner like that—which I assume is why he wants to use the bathroom.

I step forward. My nerves are nearly strangling me, but I want to do this. I want to make him feel good. His nostrils flare as I step in front of him. His Adam’s apple bobs when I run my fingers along his waistband, slipping below the material. He looks back toward the door, but I shake my head. She won’t come back. She’s getting the table ready.

“Baby, your parents.”

I ignore his comment, continuing my pursuit. Sliding my hand lower, over his pelvis, running my fingers through his coarse curls. Dipping lower. And lower. Until…I rub over the length of his full shaft.

His body rocks forward as his eyes flutter closed on a groan. I squeeze around him, feeling his thickness pulse in my grip. I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do. But his grunts are guiding my way. When I pump him up and down, his body grows weaker. When I tighten my grip, he lets out a low groan. And when I quicken my pace, he grabs me tighter, holding on for the pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. Shit, I’m about to come.”

I keep my pace, watching as the pleasure starts to spasm through him. His body nearly folding in half as he comes. Hishands gripping my shoulders to hold himself up. I’m excited that I could make him come. And it happened kind of fast, which I think is a good thing. I’ve read that if it takes a long time, it means that it doesn’t feel good. By the way his body is convulsing, I think he feels really good.

“Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?”

His gasped question catches me smack in the chest, and I tuck my head so he can’t see my red cheeks. I’ve never felt normal in my life. I’ve always felt flawed. But in this moment… I feel like I’m as perfect as the way he’s looking at me.

12

Brennon

“So, what happened?” Chase asks, taking his seat at his desk next to mine.

I hit send on my text to Willow and look up. “Got my girl.” I smile.

He holds out his hand for a fist bump. “Nicely done! See? You just needed to flash her those dimples. So, give me the details. Did you kiss her and she said yes?”

If only it were that simple. I almost lost her.

“No. She got spooked and ran from me. But I caught her. And then I kissed her.” My body heats at the thought. God, her kisses are amazing. I could spend all night attached to her mouth, sucking on that sweet little tongue. She drives my dick crazy.

“So, when do we get to meet this mystery girl? Hey, I know. You should invite her to my party on Friday.”

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