"And now you're all I think about when I'm alone" -Crush by Cigarettes After Sex
Phoenix's POV:
Hailey pulled me into the male restroom with great haste before she forcefully backed me up against the wall. Soon after I heard the click of the lock.
She means business.
She attempted to kiss me but I curved it seamlessly. Instead I opted to kissing the side of her neck.
Kissing was the first step to intimacy. In the past, when I mindlessly made out with girls it gave them the wrong idea. Oftentimes they would think I was more than just hookup, following me around school, pestering me for round two or they just plain stalked me. One time a girl actually showed up at my house. Creepy isn't it?
Anyways that's why I hardly ever kissed girls on the lips. Simply not wanting to give off the wrong impression.
I only kissed if it was absolutely necessary. Some girls were prudes, needing a kiss to prompt them further. But that was hardly ever the case because most girls I hooked up with gladly opened their legs at the first chance they got.
And I loved easy girls. They were Earth's finest.
A couple seconds later, I dragged up the flimsy piece of material she called a skirt, resting it on her hips. Then I slowly dipped my hand into her equally flimsy panties and slipped my index and middle fingers into her.
My fingers slid right in, knuckles deep. She was doused in arousal and her body was greedy for fingers. I felt it. After developing a rhythm, she became a writhing mess above my hands. And I couldn't help but compare her whimpering and movement to that of a pornstar.
It seemed scripted and rehearsed.
But which guy didn't love porn?
So naturally, at the sight of her behavior, my dick began to feel heavy as it hardened. It just wasn't hard enough to start fucking.
Hailey noticed this too. In one quick motion, she removed my hand from her underwear and instantly fell to her knees.
"I'll take care of that." was the last thing she said before licking the tip and stroking her hand along the rest of my cock.
I'm going to be honest when I say that this girl knew how to give head, good. Really fucking good. It was perfect. She hollowed her cheeks then took a generous amount of me in her mouth, only leaving an inch or so of my base until I felt her uvula-- the dangly thing that swings at the back of the throat. She didn't gag or choke and throughout everything she maintained eye contact. I was living out my 13-year-old dream.
But after roughly six minutes, I still didn't feel that tingling sensation that usually started in my groin before spreading along my spine. My balls didn't feel heavy enough and the tension in my stomach was absent. Even when she started bouncing her head to develop a rhythm, I still didn't feel anything.
After another minute went by with no signs of coming, I nudged her up onto her feet. Her mouth and cheeks were slick with saliva and I could see the fatigue in her face.
"Sorry." She muttered quietly, sensing my obvious disappointment.
God, this is so embarrassing on my part. I was getting porn level head and I still couldn't cum.
"Turn around," I replied with the straightest face.
Even though this wasn't as enjoyable as I hoped it be, that didn't mean she had to be doomed to the same fate. I prided myself on my reputation that I had with girls, sexually. In fact it made seducing women into bed much easier.
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Beyond Redemption
Romance"You said you enjoy reading books." Phoenix's voice was reduced to a whisper of seduction. He leaned over the bed, the pad of his lip tickling my ear lobe. "Well an orgasm is similar to reading a book," He placed his hand on both of my wrists bringi...
