Page 15 of Trash Talk
“Hmm?”
“Why aren’t you touching me? I feel a little rapey right now. Do you not want this?”
“Yes. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Ruby. You don’t even know. I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to want this.”
“I’m pretty comfortable,” she giggles and does a little shimmy on my lap, causing my hands to grip her hips. If she’s not sure about us, she can’t do that again. I’m about to explode. I want her too much. Need her too much.
“Is this what you want? Ruby, if we start this, I don’t wanna stop.” My eyes search hers. I hope she understands what I’m saying. I want her. And I’m not saying if she asked me to stop I wouldn’t. I’m not a fucking rapist. I want us to never stop. Not just two friends exploring each other with no strings. But the two of us to be a couple. For real this time.
“It’s what I want. I want you Knox.” That’s all it takes to break me. My hand moves from her hip to the back of her neck as my mouth slams into hers. I use my body to press her down on the seat, her thighs around my hips, my dick grinding into her stomach. She kicks off her boots and I lean up to strip her pants down those tan, toned legs. Black lace. My God. She’s trying to kill me. While I’ve momentarily lost my shit over Ruby’s tiny, barely-there-panties, she’s taken off both her tops; her chest is covered in matching lace and I don’t think I’ve seen anything more perfect. Well, I hadn’t until the bra meets her other clothes on the floorboard. God, I missed those babies; her boobs have gotten slightly larger in the past few years, and I don’t hesitate to cup their fullness in my palms. Squeezing, then feathering my thumbs over her taught dark nipples, I give them a slight pinch, wringing a moan from her lips. Leaning down I put the left one in my mouth a suck. She gasps and slams her hips up to mine. I guess she still likes that. Two can play this little game.
I use my left hand to play with her other nipple, while my right ventures south. Fuck, she’s soaked. I pull that tiny scrap of lace to the side and slide my fingers against her silky, wet pussy. Using the pad of my middle finger, I brush her clit over and over until she’s moaning my name, then push it inside. She’s so tight. I slide another finger through her juices and slip it in too, stretching her. If I don’t do a little prep work, I’ll hurt her. And Ruby being afraid of my cock is the last thing I want. I finger fuck her and use my thumb to massage her clit until she’s shouting my name (along with several Greek words I won’t translate) and coming all over my hand. So fucking hot.
Her eyes are dazed, her cheeks, neck and chest flushed, and her dark hair is a wavy mess spilling over the side of the front seat. She’s never looked more beautiful. I slide my two fingers from her and slip them into my mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. “Mmm. Also, better than I remembered.” I don’t miss the way her eyes darken with want or the way her hands frantically paw at my zipper.
“Please tell me you have a condom.” Yep, I nod and reach into my back pocket for my wallet. I brought three. I knew it was a long shot, but I was also really fucking hopeful. I push my jeans down as far as they’ll go. I don’t have time to take the boot off and they won’t go over it. I’m not wearing underwear, so as soon as the waist of my pants drops far enough, my dick springs out to meet Ruby. And she goes after it like a woman on a mission. Fuck, her hands feel good. If she doesn’t stop, I’m gonna come in them. I tear open the foil packet, but she takes over, sliding the condom down my shaft, then glides her hands over me once more. “I need you inside me, Knox. Now.” She doesn’t need to ask me twice.
I grab my cock and sweep it through her glistening folds to get it lubricated. Then thrust deep inside her. Once I’m seated all the way, I wait a moment, giving her time to adjust. I feel her walls gripping me. She needs to chill with that shit, or I won’t last another ten seconds.
“Relax, baby. We’ll take it slow.” She takes a deep breath and I feel her muscles unclench.
“It’s been a while. And you’re above average.”
I chuckle, “Is that your way of telling me I’ve got a big dick? You say the nicest things, Shorty.”
She laughs, “I’ve had bigger.” She’s lying and I know it. She just can’t resist taunting me. And I can’t resist either.
“Doubtful, but you’ll never have better.” This is us, giving each other hell. We’ll make it work. And it’s going to be amazing. I slowly slide out, almost all the way to the tip.
“I guess I’m about to fi…” I cut off her response with my thrust and all she manages is a gasp. Followed by a moan.
I start a slow, deep pace. “What was that? I think you were about to comment on my technique.”
“Shut up, Knox. Shut up and fuck me.” The lady gets what she wants. I close my mouth and push her knees to her shoulders so I can go deeper. I fuck her mouth with my tongue, bite her neck, pinch her nipples. Just when I'm about to lose it, I press my thumb to her clit, so she'll come first. I follow almost instantaneously. We lie there catching our breath.
It’s dark now, the movie’s started, but we don’t care. We’ve moved on to more important things. We cuddle for a while before Ruby’s stomach starts growling (I swear, that girl is always hungry), and we lazily get dressed. I wrap a blanket around us after hopping back into the back of the truck. We snuggle down, enjoy the rest of our snacks and watch the movie. Well, part of it. The other part we’re busy making out. And doing other things.
She comes back to my apartment and we spend the next few hours rediscovering each other’s hot spots and hard limits. News flash, I really don’t have any hard limits when it comes to her, but I’ll respect her wishes about the ‘no butt stuff.’ For now.
It’s the best sex of my life. And I can’t wait to have more. Around 6 am I’m woken with a pounding on the door. Graham probably forgot his key again or some drunk bastard is at the wrong apartment. Either way, he’s about to get an earful if he doesn’t stop all that noise. I’m way too comfortable. Lying in bed, with a naked Ruby stretched out on top of me, softly snoring on my chest. I guess I wore her out. My morning wood has big plans for this girl though, so it’s cool that I’m awake.
She’s perfectly aligned; my hand traces down her spine to cup her sweet little ass and rub her hot center against my hard cock. My fingers wander down her cleft to slide into her pussy from behind. I can hit her g-spot perfectly from here. As wake-up calls go, I figure this one’s as good as it gets. It would seem she agrees with me. She moans and widens her legs a bit so she can get more friction.
“Knox,” her sleepy scratchy morning voice is doing nothing to calm my raging hard-on. I flip us over and brace myself over her on my elbows. Damn, she’s beautiful. Tan skin, wild dark hair, brilliant blue eyes, soft full lips. I lean down to kiss them. Then move to her collarbone, her breasts. My mouth continues to wander south. Belly button. Hip bone. Thigh. Her legs spread wider to accommodate my broad shoulders. She wants this as much as I do.
I lick up and down. Nibble and suck. Slide my fingers inside her. It doesn’t take long to get her going. “Please, Knox.” Fuck, I love it when she begs, but I don’t want her to finish on my fingers. Oh no. This is a job for super cock. I roll on a condom and slide inside her just as she’s about to come. One thrust is all it takes, and she’s exploding on my dick. She feels so fucking good. I don’t let up, thrusting harder and faster until we’re both on the brink. She reaches up and pulls my face to hers and kisses me fiercely as we both come undone.
God, she’s amazing. I can’t even begin to explain to Ruby how I feel about her, but I know three little words I could start with. I also know it’s way too early. We just had sex again. We’re starting something new, and she’s very wary of men these days. But I’ve loved this girl for years. I’ll just have to prove to her that I’m different from all the men in her past that have let her down. Even if it takes me a lifetime to do it. I’m not going to fuck up this chance to show her how good we are together. I can at least tell her how much I care for her and that I want to make a real go of this, so she knows where I stand. Just when I’m about to make my declaration, the banging on the front door commences again. I don’t think. I throw on a pair of sweats and stomp all the way to the door, (without my damn boot on too, I’ll pay for that later) and yank it open. An hysterical Em greets me.
“Cyrus has been in an accident. I think it’s really bad. Graham wouldn’t let me go home with him and he hasn’t answered any of my calls. I tried the house, his mom and Wyatt, but no one’s answering. I’m so worried. Has he called you?”
I left my phone in the living room last night so it wouldn’t bother us while we… well, you know. I check it and see there’s one text from Graham. Went home. Talk later. Doesn’t seem too troubling, but something about how worried Em is, doesn’t sit right with me. I dial his cell; it goes straight to voicemail. “Have you talked to anyone from home? You know how small Willow Creek is. If something happened, someone will know about it.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Hey Em, what’s going on?” A sleepy-eyed Ruby walks into the living room wearing one of my t-shirts. It comes down to her knees. It swallows her, but I’ve never seen her look sexier. If we were alone right now, I’d be ripping it off her and pushing her against the wall. “Coffee?”
Um, yeah. “I’ll go make us some,” she shoots me a ‘what the hell is going on’ look. I shrug my shoulders and walk into the kitchen to start a pot. There’s no need to worry. We don’t know anything yet, but I’ve got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Em is quietly talking on the phone; she must’ve gotten ahold of someone.
