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“Daya—” I rise up to question if she’s alright, but she interrupts.
“Fuck me.” I grin, loving how incongruent it is to hear my sweet Itty Bitty say something so vulgar, especially when she spreads her thighs obscenely wide and points to her gushing pussy with one hand. “Fuck. Me. With. That.” The other hand points at my dick, leaking at the tip, my balls full to bursting.
“I want to stretch you out a bit—”
“I have never been this wet in my life. And I want to stretch around your c-cock, not your tongue or fingers.” She looks as surprised as I feel that any of that just came out of her mouth. “Please.” I am so proud of her, aside from being polite, and the slight stutter on the word “cock”, she’s getting comfortable with me, with her body, expressing her needs. And damn if it doesn’t make my cock jerk and spit more precum.
I sit up between her legs, pulling her thighs over my hips, planting one hand beside her head, the other searching under her pillow for the condom I stashed when our clothes cameoff. “You want me?” She nods; her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “You want me to fill you up?” She nods again with a strangled moan. I dip my head and run my nose along her throat, then circle my tongue around each of her pretty little nipples. I rip open the condom wrapper and make quick work of rolling it down my length. “You want to feel how my big cock claims your body, making you mine forever?” She looks up at me from under her lashes, such hope, devotion, and love. “You’ve always been mine, Daya.” I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her cheek bone. “But I slide inside you, claim your hymen with my cock, fuck you screaming into an orgasm…I ain’t ever leaving.”
She smirks up at me, cinches her legs behind me, and pulls me until the ultra-sensitive head of my cock is inside her. “Welcome home.”
“Jesus, fuck.” I mutter, dropping my head to my chest and forcing myself to breathe. Indescribable. The constriction almost painful. I push in a little further, watching her face closely to make sure I’m not hurting her. She’s so open, her eyes riveted to where our bodies join, her little tongue poking out. We both jerk when I reach her barrier. I swallow hard, the trust she has given me, the honor, I pray I am always worthy of her. That I never give her a reason to regret what we are about to share.
“I’m ok, Elijah. I’m ready,” she whispers, a slight sheen in her eyes. I punch my hips, break through her hymen, my mouth swallowing her pained cries. I remain seated inside her, feeling the ripple of her inner muscles along my shaft. She grasps my face with her hands and shoves her tongue down my throat, rocking her hips, telling me without words that it’s time.
Slow. Measured. Hard. Deep. With every beat of my heart, I give more of myself to her to hold, to protect, to safeguard. Every sigh, every scratch down my back from her nails, every lift of herhips, she gives me pieces of herself in return. Our skin flushes with sweat, our cries hoarser, more desperate. We cling to one another in this tiny dorm bed, laying the foundation for our future.
Her orgasm washes over her, a sweet mewl falling from her lips as her breath hitches in her chest. Her back arches, her hips swivel, her pussy clamps down, holding my cock prisoner as it takes everything I have to give. And I give it happily.
I lick her left nipple. Suckle her right. My thumb on her clit. Prolonging her pleasure if only to continue to watch it consume her. My cock hardens, swelling inside her, my cum filling the condom as I tangle my tongue with hers, the weight of my body pressing her into the mattress. Her hands on my cheeks, she urges me back a little to meet my eyes.
“More than there are stars in the sky.” Tears gather quickly in my eyes, taking me by surprise. Her words…the same words she gives her parents and brother…overwhelming.
How can I feel as if something lost has been found when I never knew it was missing in the first place?
Daya 15.
I walk into the athletic complex, weary and exhausted. This weekend was…insane. Unbelievable. Stranger than fiction. Saturday’s game was great. After, though, everything went to shit. Lyndell and Edee were attacked and Lyndell ran away. He was missing for hours.
Addy and I, along with dozens of other people, searched the campus and the surrounding area to no avail. Edee fought off the attackers in the stadium concourse, giving Lyndell the opportunity to escape. It felt like the entire campus heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally found. Addy and I slept fitfully in each other’s arms Saturday night. Both of us plagued by the what-ifs and why’s. We spent Sunday at the hotel where Lyndell, Ty, Edee, and her parents were staying. It felt good, really good, to hang out with friends that felt more like family. Everyone safe and together. My parents spent time with us on a video call, needing to see for themselves that Lyndell was alright.
The man-child responsible for it all is going to be arrested. After some debate, Ty and Lyndell decided to press charges against him for violating Lyndell. Another of the guys there is being charged too, but a lesser offense, if I understood correctly.
My stomach tightens, the threat of puking washing over me unpleasantly, not for the first time today. I’m about to walk into the locker room for practice after a full day of classes. Forced topretend that if given the all-clear I wouldn’t punch Shaye right in the face and kick her in the twat. What she did to Edee and Lyndell is reprehensible. Makes me wish we still used the pillory or being drawn and quartered.
That might be a little extreme…but I really,reallydon’t like her.
With a deep inhale and slow exhale, I open the door to the locker room and freeze. I look over my shoulder to make sure I’m in the right place. For some reason, I glance down my body, past my tiny boobs and clench the inner muscles of my vagina. Yup, still female.
“Why are there boys in our locker room?” I whisper, none too softly, as I meet Eva’s concerned stare.
“Squad meeting.” She shrugs. “And we outnumber them. Also, their locker room smells God awful!”
Addy snags my wrist and pulls me into his lap. Despite the heavy mood of the room, I giggle and bat him away when he tries to kiss me. “Boys have cooties!” Several people laugh until Jenna stands and calls us to attention. I try to shift off Addy’s lap, but he wraps his arm around my middle and holds me firmly in place.
“It is with a sad heart that I address you all this afternoon. As most of you know, one of our own was attacked after Saturday’s game. Lyndell is doing well, as is Edee Shingleton, however, the events have left many of us unsettled. Considering what happened, watching them on surveillance video, I am deeply saddened and outraged by the behavior of not one but three of our cheer squad members. Shaye has been released from the team and is on conduct probation with the university.” I suck in a harsh breath at the news. It’s not ripping her body into pieces medieval style, but it’s something. Jenna glares at someone behind me. “Jillian and Lindsay are also on conduct probation,however, they will remain members of this squad, provided they keep themselves in line.” Her tone is icy and lethal. I’m sure glad I’m not on her bad side and I hope I never am. “For today’s practice and workout, meet me outside, I’ll give you each a personal assignment, based on what I’ve observed of your performance so far this year.” We start to stand, ready to get to it, but Jenna holds her hand up. “I’d like to remind all of you…every single one of us struggles in some way, such is life. It isn’t easy, it’s not designed to be, it’s the pain that makes us stronger, the adversity that molds us, the knowledge gained through trial and error that gives us perspective. Life is hard enough as it is, why make it harder for someone else? I promise you, it is far easier to lift someone up, then to keep them down.” She waves us off after dropping that little nugget of positivity.
I stand and turn into Addy’s chest, my nose against his sternum. “People suck.”
He chuckles and I feel it vibrate on the tip of my nose. “Yes. They do.” He leans down to whisper in my ear, “But sometimes they suck so good.” I laugh, smack his stomach with the back of my hand and head toward my locker to finally stow my stuff.
Practice is a somber affair. Jillian and Lindsay are like bears with thorns in their paws. Lost without their ringleader and snapping at others. Most of us ignore them, working on improving ourselves and the team by listening to Jenna’s valued feedback. She calls it early and we’re all grateful.
“Itty Bitty.” Addy comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me back into his body, his erection jerking against my butt. “People suck.” I nod with a smile, reminding me of our earlier conversation. “I suck, too. I suck your pretty pink nipples and your sexy plump clit.” My body flushes with sudden and severe arousal. “You suck my cock, and you do it very well.”
He allows me to turn around, his cock now thumping against my stomach, my arms around his neck. His eyes hooded with desire as he stares down at me with a sultry smirk. I press a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw, and whisper, “We can suck together.” He moans, redirecting my mouth to his, sucking my tongue, and driving me mad.
Daya 16.
