Page 44 of Silent Count
“Chelsea, I just want you to know, I don’t expect anything to happen tonight. I’m very happy with kissing and touching you.” He looks down at me, sincerity in his eyes. “Not to say that I don’t want to fuck you till the sun comes up, but I can be patient.”
His honesty makes me laugh.
“How about we see how this goes and just do what feels right instead of overthinking it? I just want you to touch me, and I want to touch you. Whatever happens, happens.”
“I can do that.”
He leans down to kiss me again, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth. I open for him, meeting his tongue with my own that leaves me breathless. Our tongues slide together as our hands start to explore.
His large palm covers my breast, squeezing it. Then he breaks the kiss and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth and sucks, making me moan and my hips rise.
My hands hold his head as he nips and sucks each nipple. Turning my body even more into his, I drape a leg over his hip, and he grabs the back of my thigh. I move one hand from his head and slide it down his chest, his abs, then to the waistband of his shorts.
He pulls away from my chest and brings his face back to mine. His chest is rising and falling as I stroke the skin just above the elastic. “You’re killing me.”
Instead of responding, I slip my hand past the band, noticing he’s also not wearing underwear, and run it down the thick, hard length of his cock. It twitches under my touch, and I wrap my hand around it—well, try to wrap my hand around it. He’s big—like really big. When I start pumping his cock, he kisses medeeply and slower this time. Like he’s mimicking the movement of my hand on him.
I’m so turned on now that I can feel the wetness between my legs. I need him to touch me, so I take his hand that’s holding my thigh and bring it to my center. He takes my direction and pushes his hand into my pants. Finding I’m not wearing underwear, he pulls back from our kiss.
“Bare and wet.” Then he runs his finger through my wetness, stopping at my clit.
I can’t help but move my hips as he slides his finger back and forth through my heat.
“Just like that.” I pull him back in to kiss me and suck on his tongue, making him groan.
My other hand continues to stroke his cock, and I feel the pre-cum leaking from the head, so I smear it around the large tip and glide it down his length as he starts to thrust his hips.
His fingers move faster as my hips roll with each stroke, creating a friction that is bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. The first pulses hit slowly, and I have no doubt Bo can feel it when his finger pushes inside me. He pumps his finger in and out as my orgasm washes over me. Our mouths still fused together.
His dick jerks in my hand, and then I feel his cum dripping down his length as he reaches his own orgasm. I squeeze him gently and run my hand up and over the head, then remove my hand from his shorts.
As my orgasm fades, he pulls his fingers out of me, but continues to slowly stroke my clit. The sensation is almost too much for me, but I don’t want him to stop either.
He breaks our kiss and looks down at me. “You’re amazing. And next time, I want to watch you when you come all over my hand.” He pulls his hand out of my pants and sticks his finger that was inside me into his mouth and hums. “So sweet.”
My gaze is locked on his finger in his mouth. “Yes, to all of that,” I manage to say.
He removes his finger, sucking on it as he pulls it out, then kisses me again slowly, tongue swirling around mine. Almost like he wants me to taste myself on his tongue.
When he untangles his tongue from mine, my hand, the one not covered in his cum, brushes through his hair. He tilts his head, resting it in my hand, then pulls his head far enough away to kiss my palm.
Then Bo kneels on the bed, looking down at his shorts. “I don’t think I’ve come in my pants since my sophomore year of high school.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. “Yeah, you might want to change out of those.” I reach out and pull on the band.
He places his hand over mine, wide smile on his face. “You should probably do the same.” He winks at me, then gets off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
When he leaves, I get up and strip out of my pants, using one hand, and then I find a new pair to sleep in. I’ll still need to make a run to the bathroom to clean up a little. My one hand is still wet from his cum.
He comes back in a few minutes later, wet and wrapped in a towel. “Sorry, I had to rinse off real quick.”
As I walk by him, I tilt my head up and pucker my lips for a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
He leans down and kisses me softly. Then I go to the bathroom, where I clean my hand first, use the restroom, and wash my hands again before opening the door. When I cross through the hall to go back to his room, I notice all the lights are off in the house, so everyone must have gone to bed. I didn’t even think about it in the moment, but I wonder if anyone heard us. Not that I really care, I suppose.
I open the bedroom door and find Bo on the bed, and he’s under the covers. After I close the door, I walk over to the other side of the bed, and he lifts the covers for me to get in.
How sweet is he?
