Page 69 of Sergeant O'
Self-doubt crept in, and I whispered, “Do you want to stop?”
“Hell no!”
He captured my bottom lip between his teeth as his hand slipped under my pajama top and traveled north until he squeezed my right boob.
I arched into his touch as he traced my stiff nipple. Then he lifted my top past my chest, broke the kiss, and lowered his head to pull the hardened peak in his mouth.
I gasped out loud and clung to the back of his head as he swirled his tongue around. When he switched to sucking, I bowed my back off the bed and moaned out loud.
“Oh my god, Brian! That feels so good.”
I felt him smile, and he released the tip, then laid deferential kisses across my breasts until he reached my left nipple, where he repeated the licking and suction action.
I rolled my hips, seeking friction for my pussy against his muscular thigh. I knew I had soaked through my shorts and was probably leaving a wet spot on his pajama pants, yet I didn’t care.
That’s what washing machines were for.
His hard dick pressed against my stomach, and I reached under his waistband to stroke his thick cock. The tip leaked precum, and I smeared it around his head, causing him to moan, “Fuuuuck, Sunshine,” as he thrust into my hand.
“Your cock is so big,” I whispered. “I don’t know if it will fit.”
Brian reached down, moved my shorts to the side, and ran his finger down my middle.
“Baby, you’re so soaked. I’ll slide right in.”
As if to emphasize his point, he pushed two fingers inside my pussy. Again, I arched off the bed and moaned out loud while he chuckled.
“I take that back. You’re so fucking tight; I might not fit after all.”
He finger-fucked me at the same rhythm I stroked his cock.
“We’ll make it work,” I murmured against his lips before he kissed me again.
Suddenly he froze, then slowly pulled his hand away while breaking the kiss.
“I—shit. I don’t have anything with me, Sunshine. I never would have predicted this would happen. Do you have anything?”
“Actually, I think I do.”
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Brian
She rolled off the bed and padded to her backpack. When she opened it up and pulled out a purple box, I was simultaneously relieved and pissed.
I knew she’d packed to go to her girlfriend’s. Why the hell did she have condoms? Then I remembered she’d said she wouldn’t have minded hooking up with someone if the opportunity came along.
Was that all this was to her? An opportunity that came along?
Sure, that was what we’d agreed to, but I didn’t like the idea of just being an available dick.
For fuck’s sake, Brian. Quit acting like a little bitch and be glad she’s prepared—unlike you.
She opened the box and tossed it on the nightstand, then moved to crawl back onto the bed, but I stopped her, saying, “Why don’t you take off your clothes first?”
Jade’s eyes flicked up, catching mine, and instead of blushing or hesitating, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head. Her shorts followed in one smooth move.
“Better?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
