10: Eating Out
“Are you done?” Blue asked, trying to contain his laughter.
I nodded and settled back again, dropping my arms to the middle of my stomach to help against the laughing cramps that had started. Those cramps became none existent when he placed a kiss against me, pushing forward enough that my lips parted and his mouth touched my clitoris. My breath caught as his tongue dipped inside, flicking that bundle of nerves that made my body rock.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered.
“You’re still so wet,” he breathed against me with a pleased moan. “It’s like our talking was foreplay for you.” He sounded so surprised that I truly had no idea what to say. Blue bent his head to kiss me again and then he started to play. His tongue would flick my clit and then dart down where the tip would hover over my vagina.
It was back and forth. Kiss. Flick. Spear. Suckle. Bite.
“Oh my--fuck!” I screamed at the surprising sting of his bite. I loved it. I, without a doubt, wanted him to bite me again. I was so turned on that my body was shaking and my breath was coming in chopping gasps as I urged him on. When my hands had clamped on the back of his head, I don’t recall.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me cum,” I whimpered, almost in tears.
Blue looked up, frowning. “But we’ve just started.”
“Fuck me with your tongue and make me cum now!” Almost reaching orgasm, but never actually getting it for the past twenty minutes while he amused himself was the only thing I could think of that made me say it that way.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, which he’d settled over his shoulders earlier, and the transition on his face made me see something I hadn’t seen in his multitude of facial expressions.
“That’s a new--” my mouth dropped open on a silent scream as he shoved his face fully into me. His tongue finally pushing inside me and his nose hidden between my pussy lips, occasionally pushing up to bump my clit. The true meaning of ‘eating out’ was lost on me as my body shook, arching off the bed, holding his head in place as I moved my hips up and down his face. “Oh yes, Blue! Eat me. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” and then my panting mantra cut off as his hand reached up and covered my mouth, muffling my cries.
He managed to muffle my cries while continuing and I tried to tongue fuck his hand the way he was doing to me. And what had started as a very, very slow build up over the time span of almost sixty minutes exploded. My scream of “I’m cumming!” was taken down to a reasonable noise and I knew once I was of sound mind again I’d appreciate it a lot more.
Blue didn’t stop when I’d finally calmed myself. He avoided my over sensitive areas by licking around the outsides of my labium. He even took to biting my thighs when I tried to wiggle away from his ever seeking mouth.
My fast beating heart slowed and I watched him as he tasted and explored every part of my lower half. “Having fun down there?” I’d asked at one point and was greeted with a rewarding growl that started the tingles of excitement again in my groin.
Blue seemed to sense the change in my body and his eyes lifted, watching my every move. Without thinking my hands reached down for his, lacing our fingers together. “I think you’re gonna make. Me. Again! Oh shit!” The orgasm was smaller than before, but it crept up on me and I came with a grunt of surprise that had my fingers flexing into the tops of Blue’s hands.
And still he continued, once again careful to avoid sensitive areas, even reprimanding me with his teeth when I unintentionally tried to pull away. The third time around was building, but something was different this time. The slow build and the coiling in my lower back when he pulled one of his hands away from mine and used the tip of his index finger to circle my opening.
“Blue,” my voice raspy from lack of air. “I think I might pass out from this one,” I whispered. My shoulders were tensed, my stomach clenched, my hips pumping when he finally pushed a finger inside of me.
He pulled away, his lips glistening from my juices. “That hard, huh?”
I nodded, gritting my teeth. “Don’t you want to... too?” I managed and suddenly an idea came to me. “Do you want to cum on me?” I asked, my voice low.
His finger paused and I was far gone, but not far enough to miss the need crossing his features. “Are you sure?”
It was the amount of time I needed to breathe again. I didn’t want to pass out and him stopping helped with my oxygen deprivation. “Take off your pants. ...and your underwear.”
“Do it, now. No penetration, but you can--”
It was his turn to interrupt, “wherever I want?”
I bit my lip, but nodded. He reared up, jerking his clothes off.
“Will you pull your shirt up? You don’t have to take it off or anything I just want to see your belly.”
With a small smile, I pulled the bottom half of my shirt up, bunching it up beneath my breasts.
He exhaled slowly. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he settled on top of me.
“Blue, wait!” I gasped. We were naked and too close.
“I know. I know, no penetration. I promise.” His voice was so breathy I almost didn’t hear him and I knew, from the excitement on his face, even the red flush spreading across his chest that this would be fast. I would tease him about it later... his supposedly famed stamina had yet to show itself, at least when it came to him being involved. Before he was enjoying me, but still detached enough to not need an orgasm. Now, on the other hand well, I was definitely going to have fun later today.
He positioned the tip of his penis above my clit and slipped between me for a second. He held himself, rubbing up and down, coming way too close to pushing inside me one time before he pulled back. He lifted his dick up and settled it against my stomach. His thrust forward applied pressure to my groin as his ball sac just barely grazed the underneath of my clit.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded as he rutted against me again and again. “Oh Gracie.” His voice shook and his hands came forward, pulling me into a kiss so deep it felt like he wanted to crawl inside me.
It didn’t take long for either of us and I came first. So much for stamina. Maybe I wouldn’t tease him about it later. Trying desperately to catch my breath I barely felt the hard snapping of his hips into mine, or notice that his hand wrapped around the base of my throat holding my face in place as his hips humped mine.
He shifted his head and sunk his teeth into my cheek for one... two... three seconds, a boyish whimper following after each progressing second. And then he reared back, kneeling above me as he jerked himself off cumming all over my stomach.
I watched his face for as long as I could until his head bowed back and all I saw were his throat muscles, with his clenching jaw as he tried to keep himself quiet. When the last of his cum splashed onto me, he shifted down enough that when he collapsed on me his cheek lined up with mine. He held me under him, hugging me tight to him, our cheeks smashed together as he caught his breath.
“You’re trembling,” I spoke softly. “Are you cold?”
Still too breathless for words, he shook his head, and his hips pulsed forward. It took ten minutes for his arms to finally loosen under me and another five for him to realize he’d smashed not only our cheeks, but his orgasm mess on my stomach onto him.
“Ech,” he rumbled, pulling himself from me. “Ah, Jesus. It’s all over the place.”
He clearly didn’t care for his clothing as he pulled his pants on and left my room. I blinked, surprised at how fast it all was. Honestly, I thought he was leaving me here, but he came back with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth.
I watched, wide eyed as he sat next to me and cleaned his mess off my belly.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Clearing my throat, I shrugged. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
His hand paused over my stomach and he frowned.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
The once worried expression on his face vanished and lifted his eyes to mine. “Nah. I-I didn’t come over here for this, well not just for this.”
“No. I don’t want you to think I’m using you for sex. I--”
I frowned at that. “But aren’t you? Isn’t that what this was? I mean our agreement to--” I stopped talking at the scowl that crossed his face. Feeling confused I watched as he seemed to fight with himself. Hadn’t we just talked about it last night?
“Right. Of course. I guess I’ll be leaving then,” he said, placing the bowl of cooling water on my night stand and reaching for the rest of his clothes.
“You aren’t upset, are you? I mean, I’m using you too.” That stopped him in his tracks and he turned towards me, a deep frown settling on his face. I offered a small laugh, “For your tongue alone. And your fingers. I mean--I’m saying this all wrong! You know, I wasn’t like this before you. For some reason you make me act very unlike myself. And I-”
Blue started laughing.
“This is not funny. I am not awkward. Not like this. I mean sure, socially awkward with like very large groups of people but I--” He stopped my rambling by bending down and kissing me. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away with a little nip to my lower lip and smiled wide.
“It’s okay. This was my mistake. I know we had that agreement. It doesn’t have to be more than that,” he said, with another reassuring smile before he turned to leave.
He paused and turned back.
“I’m not good with feelings, so if I hurt yours, then I’m sorry.”
“I appreciate that,” he said offering me a nod.
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth and the word diarrhea was going to keep coming too. “We do things. Other things. Like hang out.”
Blue smirked down at me. “Liiiike friends with benefits?” he asked.
Yeah. That sounded okay. Okay.
“Yeah. So, I mean, if you still want to watch that movie with me it’ll be fine. Fun!”
He licked his lip and tilted his head, eyeing me for a minute before nodding. “So, Bushwacked?”
The snort that escaped my nose had my face turning a beat red. “Bushwacked!”
Blue clucked his tongue at me. “You are so dirty minded!”
“Am not!” I leapt from the bed and pushed him. “I was not even thinking that,” I finished with a ‘humph’.
“Sure,” he said rolling his eyes before pulling me towards him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me closer, a seriousness forming over his features. “Gracie, we can be more than friends with benefits.”
“I mean, you can be my girlfriend. Only if you want, of course and so we’re clear, I do want.”
Something happened to me in that moment that I knew I’d be looking up. Something I’d only heard girls at school gush about, but the science side of physical chemistry, desire, need... was it the same as the desire of wanting to belong? To belong to someone and only that one? Could that be explained too?
“You want me to be your girlfriend?”
He nodded slowly. “I do.”
“I’ve never been a girlfriend.”
He snorted. “I figured.”
“I might be bad at it.”
His smile deepened. “Says the girl that’s supposed to be a genius at everything.”
“I’m serious, Blue. There’s this emotional disconnect with me and the rest of the human world. I can’t cater to your feelings all the time. Like what just happened--I did hurt your feelings. I apologized because I like you, but you aren’t use to me yet, and I didn’t want you to stop liking me because of that. I’m very blunt and I can be mean. I’m not like a normal girl. Do you understand?”
“I’m beginning to.”
“And you still want me as a girlfriend?”
I needed space, but when I tried to pull away he wouldn’t let me. “Blue.”
“Gracie, don’t feel pressured. You appreciate straightforwardness so I thought letting you know exactly what I want from you would be fine. We can let this remain an open... semi-colon, a to be continued at a later date.”
I licked my lips and nodded. “That sounds very rational.”
It was only after we watched Bushwacked and No One Lives that my mind truly started to get back ‘online.’ The rolling credits of No One Lives, Blue eyes glued to the screen shaking in disbelief is really when I started watching him.
“I can’t believe this is one of your favorite movies. I can’t believe you got so excited when he hid himself in that body. I can’t believe any of it.”
I offered a smile. “But you liked it anyway.”
“I did. Surprisingly. I don’t usually watch horror movies. I don’t usually root for the killer either.”
“You’ll like The Devil’s Rejects, but we’ll have to watch House of 1,000 Corpses first.”
Blue’s eyes widened. “For another day.”
I nodded. A man not used to watching horror was a just like a woman not used to watching horror. It was funny and I found myself wondering, outside of my more serious thoughts on what Blue truly wanted from me, if he’d have nightmares tonight.
When my brother came out asking me to make him some lunch Blue followed me to the kitchen. I grabbed a loaf of sub-sandwich bread along with a variety of meats and cheeses. Sliced up some lettuce, tomato, and cucumber and piled the contents into the loaf. I cut the 12" bread in half, placing them on two separate plates and then loaded some chips on the sides. I held a plate out to a surprised Blue and called for Jack.
Blue stared at the very professionally made sandwich. “Thank you. Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Not that! You got us chicken strips and lettuce, spinach, portabella mushrooms, cucumbers--do you know how expensive this stuff is? It is so good!”
He laughed. “Well, I’m glad I got something you seem to like so much!”
Blue watched her make that said salad as Jack walked in and rolled his eyes. Blue chuckled. “You don’t like salads?”
“Not when we have this stuff,” Jack said, lifting the sandwich and chomping down.
After we ate, Jack migrated to go play his game and Blue had errands to run. I’m walked him to the door. “Want me to walk you to your car?” I asked, fiddling with the bottom of my shirt.
“No, that’s okay. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have to work at the animal shelter from nine to five. No one wants to work a full shift on Sundays so I signed up for ’em right away.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, looking slightly disappointed.
“There’s still like five more hours we could hang.”
“I don’t think night picnics work.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, or the bubbling warmth in my stomach. “That’s cute. A night picnic sounds great.”
He grinned. “Alright, maybe I could pick you up at work?”
My eyes widened. “Uh-I mean, yeah if you want. Do you know where it is?”
“Of course, Jaq buys all his animal stuff there.”
So that was it. Plans were made and he left. With my mind on straight I analyzed his behavior. Was I still only worth a grain a salt because I had my virginity? Was he really going through all this trouble to pick my flower and be the winner at the end?
I guess time would tell, but I knew I’d have to be careful because after only a couple of days spending time with him, I was already acting different. It would be very easy to love someone like Blue.