Chapter 20
The truth is, I didn't even know exactly what I liked. Up until then, I'd only been fucked hard—cock sliding in dry or wet, pounding deep, fast, without any gentleness. Nobody had stopped to ask, to watch. Nobody had given me time to feel it slow. But now he was there, between my legs, eyes locked on what he was doing, learning from every tremble of mine, every low sigh that slipped out despite myself.
He obeyed. Thumb circling my clit slow, light pressure at first, then a bit firmer when he saw my hips rise on their own. His middle finger slid in just to the first knuckle, curving gently inward, brushing the front wall, hitting the spot that made me clench up tight. I didn't moan loud—I bit my lip, eyes shut, head thrown back on the pillow, letting only rough sighs escape. The pleasure was slow, building, almost torturously good. My whole body tingled, skin prickling, my tits pebbling under the fabric of the loose t-shirt I still hadn't taken off.
He kept going like that, exploring, testing different rhythms—quick circles on my clit, steady pressure, then slow, then deeper. Every time he nailed it, my belly squeezed hard around his finger, wetness leaking out the sides, dripping onto the sheet. I didn't say anything anymore. I just let it happen. Legs spread, hands limp on the bed, breathing heavy through my mouth, feeling him learn my body like nobody ever had. It was too intimate, too hot, too wrong. And I didn't want him to stop.
But I stopped him.
"Come here,"
I pulled him by the hair toward me, slow, without force, just enough to bring his face close. I lifted the loose t-shirt up to my tits, exposing my hard nipples, pale skin goosebumped from the cool air in the room.
"Lay here next to me, suck my tit and finger me like this… more on the outside 'cause that's even better. Alternate with your finger inside, go on."
He obeyed without a word, body shifting slow to lie beside me, head resting on my shoulder, hot mouth approaching my left tit. First he just breathed there, warm puffs hitting the hardened nipple, sending shivers everywhere. Then he pressed his lips against it, soft, hesitant, tongue darting out lightly to lick the pink tip. I barely moved. Just let my head fall back on the pillow, eyes closed, feeling the slow suction start—mouth closing around the nipple, tongue circling slow, then sucking firmer, teeth grazing lightly without biting. Every pull sent a sharp jolt straight down to my clit, which was throbbing.
His hand slid back down between my legs, fingers exploring the patch of hair, parting my swollen outer lips. He stayed more on the outside, like I asked—thumb circling my clit slow, light pressure at first, then more steady when he felt my hips rise on their own. His middle finger dipped in just to the first knuckle, then out, then in again, alternating like I said. The rhythm was slow, curious, him watching every tremble of mine, every rough sigh that slipped out despite myself. I guided him with my hand on his, squeezing his fingers lightly to show the right spot, the speed I wanted—quick circles on my clit, then firm pressure, then finger inside curving up, brushing the spot that made my belly clench up tight.
The pleasure rose slow, wave by wave, hot, almost unbearable. His mouth sucked harder now, switching between my two tits, tongue lapping the whole nipple, teeth grazing lightly. His hand sped up without me asking—thumb pressing my clit in quick circles, middle finger sliding in and out deeper, faster, the wet sounds echoing low in the room. My whole body shook, thighs squeezing his hand, hips bucking to meet the touch. I didn't moan loud—just rough sighs, short, biting my lower lip hard. The orgasm built up, hot, tight, my belly clenching hard around his finger, clit pulsing under his thumb, waves rising through my stomach, up my tits, to my throat.
I came making more noise than I'd like. My body locked up for a full second, muscles rigid, like all the air had been sucked inside. Then came the tremor—slow at first, rising from my thighs to my hips, squeezing hard around his finger, then spreading through my belly, my tits, up to my throat. A loud, rough moan escaped me, almost a long sigh that died in my open mouth. My pussy pulsed in deep waves, clenching rhythmically around his middle finger that was still inside, milking it without me moving a thing. My clit throbbed under his thumb, swollen and sensitive, every slow circle sending hot sparks up my spine and down my trembling legs. The pleasure was deep inside, focused, like my whole body had turned into one tight spot unraveling bit by bit. A gush poured out of me, hot and thick, dripping slow down his finger to the sheet.
His mouth still sucked at my tit, tongue circling the hardened nipple, and that stretched out the waves, making my belly clench one more time, two more, until the tremor turned into a limp, heavy relaxation. I didn't move. Just let it be. Eyes closed, deep slow breaths, body slack on the bed, empty and satisfied all at once. His hand stopped slow, fingers still inside, feeling the last spasms.
But then came the noise.
Knock knock knock.
My dad knocked hard on the bedroom door.
"Nicole? What's that noise in there? You okay?"
Dad's voice, deep, from the other side of the door. The room froze. My brother pulled his hand out slow, face red, eyes wide. I stayed there lying, t-shirt pulled up, legs spread, body still trembling from the last spasms, breathing heavy. The pleasure still echoed low, but now mixed with a cold knot in my stomach.
"WHAT?"
The horniness cut off in an instant and I yelled louder than I'd normally talk to my parents.
Silence on the other side. Then:
"Nothing. I'm going to bed,"
Dad said loud from beside the door.
"Is Jontu with you?"
"I was sleeping, you know! But you woke me up,"
My brother was way sneakier than me.
The footsteps faded down the hall. My brother stayed frozen, hand still damp in the air, looking at me like he'd woken from a dream. I closed my legs slow, pulled the t-shirt down, body limp, satisfied and empty all at once. I looked at him, pleased and weirdly proud of how he'd done.
"Holy shit, you cum way more than me!"
"Shut up, it's not over, when you start you gotta finish the job, you hear me?"
And it continues in the next season!