09: Her Stipulations
“Blue? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep as I rubbed my eyes.
“You’re mom let me in. She had to go to work early.”
I moaned and blinked my eyes at the alarm clock. 7am was too early on a Saturday after that after party. The promised pleasure after that party went unfulfilled when Blue got a call from someone he wouldn’t say. He’d dropped me off, apologized and explained he’d make up for it another time.
“She must be doing a double,” I mumbled. “Crap, I wanted to talk about those custody papers.” I cocked my head to the side, trying to get a better view of him. He looked beat. “Did you even go home?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but then the maid came, plus I couldn’t sleep anyway. Let’s watch a movie.”
“You’re really not tired? ’Cause I could sleep for another twelve hours.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave--”
I jerked off the bed, struggling with the oversized ripped t-shirt of my sperm donor, grabbing his forearm, “No. Hey, it’s cool. We can watch a movie, but we have to be quiet. My brother has a schedule on Saturday of sleeping until one and then video games all day. I rue the day he decided to start his little lawn mowing entrepreneur business for the sole purpose of getting that PS console.”
Blue raised an eyebrow, “Don’t like gaming?”
“I love it.”
He laughed. “Not many girls around here like gaming. And I’m not being sexiest when I say that. If you’ve noticed it’s a lot of ‘housewife’ charities, shopping, and tanning by the beach. I happen to love gaming. Got a complete man cave. I’ll have to bring you and Jack over one time.”
“Separately. I would like to play!”
“Why won’t he let you play?”
Heaving a sigh, I shook my head, “I always beat him.”
“Always? Didn’t take him for being a sore loser.”
I nodded, “he’s a really good sport usually, but he thinks I cheat because of my ‘giant, alien brain.’ I’m banned from playing.”
Blue’s smile was slow as he clutched my hand and pulled me to my feet. I bit my lip as his gaze lingered across my night shirt. I tensed, when he spoke, “#1 Dad?”
I shrugged half-heartedly, “I got this for the sperm donor when I was little. My first father’s day present that I picked out on my own... you know, back when he still cared, when I still viewed him as ‘Dad,’” I said, pulling the shirt out so that I could read it, causing the ripped collar to expose my right shoulder.
Puzzling over Blue’s ‘hmm’ I let him drag me to the living room where the television and DVD player resided.
“Why ‘hmm,’ Blue?”
“When you talk about him it’s the only time you aren’t analyzing or looking at the situation from a scientific point of view.”
“There’s no science behind a parent leaving a child other than heartlessness. The parent that left never cared to begin with, otherwise how could that parent leave? Anyone that wants to look at it from a scientific perspective just wants valid excuses for pure douche baggery. That’s it.”
Blue laughed and twirled me around, causing me to yelp in surprise as I swiveled. He stopped me, right in front of the small selection of DVD’s, so that my back was to his front. He placed a small kiss on my bare shoulder, and then wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying to music only he could hear.
“We’ll agree to disagree on that. Now, Beautiful, pick a movie. I noticed you have quite the colorful collection. Horror, Disney... is that Fifty Shades?”
I groaned and reached down to grab one. “Mom’s obsessed with it. We’ll go for common ground. Comedy with the lovely Daniel Stern.”
“Bushwhacked? Sounds kinky,” Blue mumbled.
With a mock gasp, I spun around and Blue, startled, took a step back. “You’ve never seen this movie.”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “That wasn’t a question.” I let out a sigh of disappointment and scrambled to the DVD player.
“So, we’re watching it?”
I nodded, “I’m rectifying a horrible crime right now.” I frowned when I realized the remote wasn’t in plain sight.
“A crime is it? And what other movies are on that crime list?”
The couch. Jack watched something last so it had fallen between the cushions. That bastard. He knew this couch ate things. Particularly small, inanimate objects that allowed the electronics to work. I started walking towards the couch.
I paused and turned a questioning look towards Blue, “what?”
“The crime list of movies, movies that if I haven’t seen it’s crime?”
“Oh,” I nodded, “right, yes. Idiocracy,” I started, getting to my knees and swiping my hand under the couch, hoping for leniency from the horror between the cushions, but no cigar. “Well, wait. There’s: Schindler’s List, The Color Purple, The Sound of Music, Gigi, My Fair Lady, Chitty, Chitty Bang, Bang... for classics, people always complain if you don’t have classics in a list and those are my ‘worthwhile’ classics. No One Lives, The 10th Kingdom, Serenity, Milo and Otis, Big Hero Six, Howard the Duck... all different genres respectfully--wh-what are you doing?”
My hand was deep in the couch cushions and the warmth of Blue’s warm hand against my lower, bareback startled me. I gasped as he hauled me up, placing my hands against the couch.
“Blue--” I started, but his firm grasp on my hip with one hand and the soothing circles he started making on my lower back stopped me.
I shifted back, bumping my behind against him, testing the sudden theory formulating in my mind. His sharp inhale was my answer. I circled my hips against him.
“Oh f*ck,” he whispered, pulling me into him as I continued my circular motions.
With my peripheral vision I saw the thick column of his neck bow back and his eyes slammed shut as he thrust against me. My eyes widened at the rough, jerking motion.
“My brother’s here,” I said, glancing down the hall.
He was dead asleep and would be for awhile, but I didn’t want him--or anyone else--to walk in on this.
Even as that thought crossed my mind, I still provided enough resistance and pressure that had Blue whimpering. His hand pressed into my lower back and his other guided me. A forward and back motion that, if I squeezed my thighs tight, was starting to feel good enough that my breath was catching.
Blue bowed over my back, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades as his hips snapped forward with hard precision. “It’s okay, we’ll be quiet.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep myself quiet as I bowed my head down. My silence was taken as an approval and he bent over me more so that the front of his chest was plastered to my back. His chin rested in the crook of my shoulder, assisting his hips and hands to secure me in place as he rutted against me like a horny dog f*cking its mate.
His breath was hot against me, his puffs of exhalations against my ear made me shiver. I dipped my back lower and pushed against him, glancing towards the hallway, making sure it remained unlit, that my brother didn’t change his mind about his normal routine. My heart beat faster at the potential of getting caught and my moan caught in my throat. Blue’s huffing turned into whimpers and his fingers dug into my sides. The tighter circling of his hips let me know just how close he was.
“Say something,” he gasped.
“Say it again. Just say that.”
“Um, I don’t think I understand,” I panted, and offered an extra wiggle to my hips which had him clamping my shoulder with his chin, as if he was afraid I was trying to get away.
“I just want to hear your voice. Talk to me.”
“Talk dirty? I think that could be--” My voice was cut off Blue’s gruff groan and his stiffening hips as he rubbed against me, pulling me up so high that my knees were an inch above the couch. The only thing holding me up was him and my arms that had settled against the back of the sofa.
“Fuck, I’m cumming hard,” he warned before he shouted loud enough that it echoed through the house.
I reared up, using my hands to help lift my upper body. I lifted my arm up, bending it backwards to wrap around his neck and I turned my face towards his, capturing his lips to quiet him down. His mouth attacked mine, his moans being extinguished by mine.
Once he was finished, his body slumped against my back and his arms moved to wrap around my waist, hugging me to his chest. “God damn,” he whispered, his body shuddering from aftershocks even minutes after he had released. He continued his gentle rocking against me. “I thought I could imagine what it would be like to be inside you, but if just this was that intense, I don’t think I have a clue.”
I rested my cheek against his and reached for his hand. He pulled his head away from mine and stared at the side of my face as I directed his hand beneath my shorts. He swallowed as I pushed his hand into my panties.
“My turn,” I whispered, guiding his finger to push inside me.
My head dropped back onto his shoulder and I turned so that my forehead rested against his cheeks as I guided his hand to do what I wanted inside me. I let out a shaking breath and placed an open mouthed kiss against his pulse.
I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled. The faint heart beat through my back felt more prominent the more I circled my hips and applied heavier pressure against his hand, pushing him into me more.
The rumble of his chest against my back made me wish for less clothing barriers between us. I wanted to explore every inch of his body. I wanted to feel him against me. Warm. Naked. I wanted. I wanted a lot.
“Me too. Me too, baby girl. Let’s go back to your room,” he spoke softly against my forehead.
“Did I say that out loud?” I asked.
He nodded. “You’re more verbal today than you were last night when I finger fucked you in that hot tub... I want to reward you.”
“F-for being verbal?”
I hadn’t realized we’d been walking until we were behind my closed, locked door. I whimpered when he pulled his hand from beneath my underwear and eyed the glistening wetness. He tilted his head, offering a finger. “Do you want to taste yourself?”
My nose crunched up at the thought, but my ever present curiosity got me again. Opening my mouth a little, I leaned forward, hesitating long enough to flick my gaze up to Blue’s, as the tip of his finger pushed against my tongue. I closed my mouth around him and sucked.
“Fuck, you’re making me hard again,” he said, his voice husky and low, almost sounding like a growl.
I pulled away, licking my lips, letting the taste of myself register.
“Do you taste good?” he asked.
“I-I’m not sure. It’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever been at a loss of words before.”
Blue dropped his head as a deep, lusty chuckle made his shoulders shake. After a minute he stopped and lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at me. “You remember last night?”
“How could I forget?”
He struggled to contain the twitch threatening his beautiful mouth. “More specifically when I said I’d love to show you what you could do with that sexy mouth of yours?”
Swallowing, I nodded.
“Well, before we do that, let me show you what I can do with mine.”
“With your-your mouth?”
Blue nodded. “If it’s okay with you, I mean.”
I scowled. “Don’t do that. I don’t like that.”
Blue paused in his descent towards me. “What?”
“If I don’t want you to do something I’ll tell you, but I like it when you’re more demanding. Tell me what you’re going to do, don’t ask.”
Blue blinked his honey colored eyes at me, his puzzled expression changing into one of amusement and an intense desire that made my thighs shake. “Okay,” he paused and scratched his jaw before biting down on his plump bottom lip, then he continued, “take your shorts off and your panties.”
He was testing what I’d just said and I’d meant it. I also meant it that I would say no if I didn’t like what he wanted. This was him doing what I told him to do, but he hadn’t even seen my top half naked yet. Well, not really. A bikini doesn’t count.
With slow hesitant movements I reached for my shorts and tugged, keeping eye contact with Blue the entire time, barely noticing the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Licking my lips, I exhaled and let them drop to the floor. I needed a little more time for my underwear though. Rubbing my sides I turned around, pacing back and forth over the expanse of floor at the end of my bed before plopping down at the edge.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“No one except my mother has ever seen--” I paused and cleared my throat.
Blue took a step forwards and kneeled next to me. “All you have to do is say no, remember?”
“It’ll feel good, right?”
He paused, briefly shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw before nodding. When his eyes opened again, they were a darker honey color than before. He lifted his hand up and wiggled his two fingers at me. “Better than just these.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding as I scooted up the bed then flipped around to push my comforter and pillows up against the headboard. “I think I want to watch as much as I can.”
Blue let out a strangled moan as I turned back towards him and settled my back against the soft lump of pillows and blankets. I tilted my head, watching his facial features. He liked what I did, what I was doing, possibly what I was saying. I could see it. His shoulders were tense, his fists clenching at his sides, his nostrils flared... he wanted to pounce and if I could get over this tiny hiccup of me being naked from my bottom half down in front of him, then I’d let him.
He shuffled himself onto the bed, gently pushing my thighs apart as he settled between them. My mouth went from uncontrollable watering to dry in seven seconds. “I haven’t taken my panties off yet,” I whispered staring at him staring at me between my legs. The urge to close them was hard to resist, but it helped that his hands had clamped on the backs of my thighs, holding them apart.
“I’ll do it.” His voice was firm before he shifted forward. I squealed as he pushed his nose into my panties. My shoulders tensed and my thighs clamped unintentionally around his face. He applied pressure onto me with his fingertips, making me part them back.
“It’s okay. Pretty soon I’ll tell you just how good you taste,” he said, lifting his gaze up to me for the first time since he’d settled between my legs. “I’ve been taught by the best, just so you know.” He frowned. “Shit. That didn’t make you uncomfortable, did it? That I’ve been with other--”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I knew he was no virgin Mary... I knew more than I’d let on even. Wonder what he’d do if he knew I knew about that little end of the year win he was trying to get by popping my cherry. It didn’t bother me. We were both getting something out of this situation.
“The best? The best at-at what you’re gonna do?”
“Well, who’s the best?”
His smile was wide. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect you to ask that question,” he said, giving another chuckle before answering. “Lesbians.”
I blinked. “Oh.” I nodded and then snorted, settling into my bed more comfortably. “Well, obviously.”
And then he laughed. Hard and loud. So loud I had to shush him. “You’re gonna wake my brother up and then I won’t get to experience what you’ve learned from your lesbians.”
He immediately settled down. “Sorry.”
“You may begin, sir,” I said with a sweep of my hand and a raised eyebrow. I was being playful, but the sparkle of laughter in his eyes disappeared.
He pushed his nose against me again, inhaling deeply before he let his tongue out to play, poking at my underwear-clad opening, where his fingers had been ten minutes ago. Any laughter I still had bubbling in me vanished too. With one last open-mouthed kissed through my underwear, he pulled the last barrier away. My hips lifted as he pulled them past my bum, but instead of taking them completely off he left them around my ankles and situated my thighs on his shoulder.
“I feel like my ankles are tied behind your neck,” I whispered.
“You like it.”
I nodded, surprised. “I do.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “That wasn’t a question,” he paused and turned his head scraping his teeth against the inside of my thigh, “oh Little Red, I’m gonna eat you up.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Little Red?” I asked.
“Your hair is reddish and I am about to--” he didn’t get to finish because it was my turn to laugh out loud.