Page 43 of Not My Fault

Her eyes widen and I lean in to bite it instead. My teeth grazing her bottom lip elicits a sharp moan from her lips. I suck on it lightly and she uses the opportunity to slide onto my lap. Her legs hook on either side of my hips, and I can feel her body pressed against mine. Her breathing is labored as I feel her heart race. I grab her ass, grip it tightly in my hands. God, she has so much ass it doesn’t even fit in my hands. She rocks her hips lightly against me and I groan in her mouth. I move downto kiss her neck lightly. She moans in my ear, and I shiver in anticipation all the way down to my pussy. I don’t know how far this is going, but fuck, I’m going to commit every second of this to my memory. I go back to kissing her, tasting whatever sweet thing she ate on the way over here. I palm her ass. She moves against me, and I’m wet as hell. In all my fantasies, it’s never happened this quickly. But I’m not about to complain. Emily licks my lips, and I slap her ass. We’re just getting started and she is going to kill me.

TWENTY-ONE

Emily

“Are you sure this is okay?” Gus asks, pulling back, and I nod.

“Yes, I definitely am not opposed to any of this.” I blush.

That’s all the invitation Gus needs, and their mouth is back on mine. Soft lips and hands melt into me. They push hair out of my face and hold one hand on my cheek, the other starting to explore my body. My hands are in their hair, tugging lightly on the ends as they kiss me harder. Fuck, this is definitely not like one of our public kisses. I can tell this is all for me. There is no intention behind this except desire.

Gus grabs my boobs, and my head falls back onto the couch. Even through the thin cotton shirt I’m wearing, my nipples are pebbling under their touch. I want to reach for Gus’s chest but I don’t know if I should. I know they wear a binder, but we haven’t had that talk yet, and the last thing I want to do is make them uncomfortable. Before we move any further, I decide to stop and ask.

“Everything okay?” Gus asks, eyes worried.

“I wanted to check in, maybe ask about certain things. Set any boundaries we might need…”

“That’s actually really smart.” Gus steadies their breathing and fixes their messy hair.

“I don’t really have any boundaries, but I didn’t know if certain things were off limits for you…”

“Ah, I don’t like my breasts being touched. I usually take off my shirt when I’m comfortable but they’re not usually on display. I keep my bra on and ask that you give more attention to the rest of my body,” Gus explains.

“Works for me; I just didn’t want to like do the wrong thing,” I say.

“I appreciate you asking. So you don’t have any boundaries you need to set? Does that mean I can have my way with you?” Gus asks, wiggling their eyebrows and laughing.

“Oh yes.” I laugh, but I mean it.

I know in the past I thought Gus handled everything with care, but right now they are proving me wrong. With desire in their eyes and the way their hands dig into my skin, I’m a match begging to be lit. I can feel everything as they hold my wrists and pull me toward their bedroom. They stop to pin me against the wall, and I feel their teeth drag against the nape of my neck. They bite down just hard enough to cause an audible moan, and I almost collapse into their touch. Weeks of tension are boiling over into this moment. How many times have I imagined this happening? How many fantasies played in my head as I touched myself?

“Tell me what you like, Pretty Girl.” Gus dubs me a new nickname, and I feel my panties sticking to my center.

“I—I,this. This, I like.” I try to form an actual sentence but their mouth on my neck makes that impossible.

“Come on, babe, a little kissing and you’re unable to tell me what you like?” Gus is getting off on this—the fact that I’m barely a person right now.

“I bet you’re just as wet as I am.” I growl.

“But I’m the one in control,” Gus says as they place a tattooed hand around my neck. I whimper as they tilt my head up to look them in the eye. Like a tiger ready to pounce, Gus is ready to take me to bed. I just have to say the word.

“Please, just fuck me,” I grumble, conceding easily.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Gus places a chaste kiss on my forehead before bending down. They swing me over their shoulder, giving me a view of their perfectly round ass as they carry me into the bedroom.

Gus plops me onto the bed with a sound of resistance from the mattress. They take their time kicking off their pants and socks, leaving them in a T-shirt and a pair of boy shorts. I groan, taking in all of Gus’s tattoos. Their legs are covered in ink. I won’t have enough time to see everything this second, but the sight of their thick tattooed thighs goes right to my pussy. I kick my legs, shimmying off my pants and socks too, to even the playing field. I didn’t know this was going to happen, but I had hopes, so I’m groomed and wearing the right kind of panties.

“Holy hell, Pretty Girl.” Gus groans, seeing my pink thong. They run their hand over it and slap the wet spot in the middle.

“Fuck,” I whimper out. Sex with Gus is about to be better than anyone before, I can just tell.

“I know exactly where I want you, Pretty Girl,” Gus says, bending down to kiss me.

They lean on the bed, their arms holding them up as I slip my tongue around theirs. They taste like nostalgia, like I’m somehow craving and remembering something I’ve never felt before. Gus groans as I bite down on their bottom lip. Their left hand grips my thigh while the other one pulls me over to crawlon top of them. In one swift movement, I’m somehow straddling Gus’s waist. Their hands are in my hair, tightening around the ponytail I’m wearing and pulling me into their mouth. I grind on their lap, my body begging for more friction.

Gus’s hands leave my hair so they can take off my T-shirt. It goes over my head in an instant and onto the floor somewhere. I’m in my no-bra era, so my tits plop down and Gus groans. It’s only a second before their mouth is all over them, licking and sucking on my nipples. As I grind my hips, I hit my clit against their hips.

“Oh shit.” I groan as their lips latch to my breast.

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