Chapter 88: Sadie: An Orgasm

SADIE

Yes. Those are definitely my jeans coming undone, and my knees close instinctively.

My hand stays on Trey’s chest, his heart beating fast beneath my palm. He looks from my face to my legs, then stops, leaving his hand where it is while I try to work out what to tell him.

I want this. I just thought there were things you were supposed to do first. Shower, put on some nice body oil, wear something other than the jeans you went to class in. Do people usually skip all that?

"Should I stop?" he whispers beside my ear. "Want me to fuck off?"

I could probably answer that if his mouth stopped distracting me for a second. The nibbling is particularly unfair. And it’s so so good. Why is it this good?

"I feel like we’re not in the right conditions."

Oh Goddess. That sounds worse out loud. I’m going to remember this while brushing my teeth tomorrow and have to face the fact that I said it to him.

"What conditions?" He pulls back just enough to ask.

"Well, a shower." I glance down between us. "Am I overthinking this? Because I’m not sure which parts people actually do."

"You are beautiful, Sadie." He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "You smell good, too. None of that bothers me. But if you want a shower, we’ve got time."

Without his mouth distracting me, I can finally separate what I want from what I think I’m supposed to do.

"Okay. I want to keep kissing you, and..."

I know what comes after and. Getting it out while he’s looking at me is another matter. My hand slides behind his neck instead, drawing him down, and he kisses me before I have to explain.

There’s so much to love about the way he does this. He’s impatient and a little harsh, just like he is about practically everything, but somehow I like being on the receiving end. My fingers slip into his hair as I kiss him back. When I draw away for a breath, his lips brush mine again, entirely unwilling to leave much space between us.

I only notice my legs have opened when he grinds against me through my jeans. Heat rushes through me, followed by a shiver that brings a whimper out of my throat.

Fuck. I’ve never been this turned on, and we’re still dressed. That thought barely registers before I shudder again.

"Been wondering something since I first kissed you." His fingers move along my inner thigh. "You gonna guess?"

"Just tell me." I have no idea how he expects me to concentrate while he’s doing that.

He kisses my jaw. "Whether your pussy’s as pretty as you are."

I close my eyes, trying to collect myself before he sees how well that worked. Pointless, really. When I open them, he’s watching me with a smirk that tells me he’s already noticed.

"You gonna let me see?"

I hesitate with my heart pounding, then give him a small nod.

"Good girl." His throat moves as he swallows. "Pull down your jeans."

I like hearing him tell me what he wants. That’s something I’ll need to think about when he isn’t right here watching me, but for now, I lift my hips and start working my jeans down. The waistband catches, and my trembling fingers make getting past it harder than it needs to be.

Trey grips himself through his pants, his breathing growing heavier as he watches me.

Seeing how much this affects him only makes me wetter. It certainly doesn’t make my hands any more useful.

After some awkward maneuvering, I get the jeans off, leaving me in my panties. Cool air brushes my bare thighs, and he gulps again.

"Pull them aside," he says. "Show me."

Tomorrow, I’m going to remember every second of this and wonder where my embarrassment went. Right now, my breath trembles as I reach down and move the damp cotton aside.

His eyes go dark.

I thought the way he looked at me before was intense. Now I’m wondering how I managed to think that when he’s looking at me like this.

His hands grip my hips, drawing me a little closer.

"Fuck. You’re pretty everywhere, huh?"

The praise makes me clench without meaning to, and his smirk tells me he notices. For a second, I forget where to put my hands and leave them hovering beside me.

Then my fingers find the sheets as he slips his thumbs around the band of my panties. I lift my hips, letting him slide them off before he settles between my thighs.

"You want this?"

I nod immediately, then wish I managed to look a little less desperate. He only smiles and leans closer.

Everything seems to slow while I wait, my thighs trembling beneath his hands. Then his tongue touches me, and I can’t hold back the moan that leaves my throat. Fireworks explode all over my body.

This is the first time anyone has done this to me, and I have no idea how to handle it.

My head tips back as I pant, my fingers tightening in the sheets while his tongue moves over my folds.

When he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks lightly, I can’t keep still.

"Trey..." His name breaks into another moan as his finger slides into me. He pauses, then curls it.

Oh, fuck.

I cry out and reach for his hair, my hips rising from the mattress. His palm settles against my hip and presses me back down.

I still can’t keep myself from moving. When my thighs start closing around him, he eases one farther aside. His mouth stays against my clit, his finger moving over that spot inside me as I try to say his name.

"Trey... fuck..."

He pulls away, and my eyes open as I struggle to catch my breath. His lips are wet with me, but he’s already taking off his flannel. His undershirt follows, then his belt, and my heart pounds as I watch. ℴ

Is this happening here? In his room?

I meant to have a little more composure, but that plan clearly isn’t working out now.

He returns, grips my jaw, and kisses me before I can finish thinking. I taste myself on his lips and reach for him. I never imagined wanting this much or being so willing to show him.

"You’re so fucking tight," he mutters against my mouth. "I’m about to ruin my shorts. What are you doing to me?"

I want to ask him the same thing, but his finger slides into me before I can answer, drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. One becomes two, and the stretch burns at first. He draws them out and pushes back in, keeping his eyes on mine while my mouth opens without a sound.

Nothing I’ve read prepared me for this, and I’m not sure any description could have made me understand it.

He gives me a moment before his other hand wraps around my throat. A shiver runs through me, and I place my hand over his, urging him to squeeze tighter. He does, and I stay with the feeling even as my body fights for air and my vision sways.

As his fingers pump in and out, it takes less than a minute. I scream as the pleasure hits everywhere at once, my fists tightening in his hair while my back arches and the room spins.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

I see stars, and for a few seconds, I can’t make sense of anything beyond how hard my body is shaking. My breath catches, my throat tightens, my stomach quivers. Is this what an orgasm is supposed to feel like?

And why the fuck is Trey still going?

He doesn’t slow down, as he brings his face between my legs and his arms around my thighs. I’m still catching my breath when the sensitivity becomes almost too much.

And I... I love it. This is officially my favorite feeling.

His tongue slides into me, and he groans as though he’s enjoying this too much to consider stopping.

Even like this, he’s so unbelievably sexy that I keep looking at him between the moments when I can’t keep my eyes open. He takes in every reaction his mouth draws from me while I whimper, unable to make my complaints sound convincing.

Soon, I pull him closer as my hips move against his mouth. I’m not even trying to be subtle anymore. He’s too good at this.

"Oh, that feels... I’m gonna... again."

The tingles spread before I finish, and I struggle for breath as it hits just as hard as the first time. My limbs draw in, my whole body shaking while I hold on to him.

His groan mingles with mine before he finally pulls away and drops onto the bed beside me. I let go of him slowly, my hands falling to the mattress while we lie there catching our breath.