Sins of September (12 page)

“I’m sure he does, Shayla, but I’m not getting into it. Kind of learned my lesson on that.”

“Okay, whatevs, but you’re going, right?”

“I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

“You’ve become a stick in the mud,” she murmurs before we end the call.

And she’s right, I have. But she can’t know the reason because I’ve promised Jesse to keep it private.

It’s been weeks since we’ve been together. He’s not touched me since that night we first spent together. My period has come and gone and I’m so ripe and ready for him to take me again, but there’s been no opportunity because Scout’s been in the house.

I decide later, after dinner, when the kitchen’s been cleaned up and my homework is finished that maybe I simply need to step it up a bit—in a subtle way of course. The art of seduction is what he needs. I’m a novice, but a quick learn.

I take a leisurely bath, shaving my legs and slathering body lotion all over myself. I pile my damp locks on top of my head, and put on a short satin nightie. I nonchalantly go out into the hallway and then into the living room where Jesse’s stretched out on the sofa watching Thursday night football.

I bend over; closing my Algebra II book that I’d left opened, and lift it from the coffee table. In my peripheral vision I can tell that I have his attention.

Big time.

“I’m going to bed,” I say, turning back to look at him, making sure he has a full, panoramic view of my girls all pushed up in the V-neck of my nightie. “Oh, by the way, there’s a Halloween party Saturday night that I’m invited to and Shayla says I can stay over at her house afterwards. Is that a problem?”

I watch his eyes peruse me and my belly tingles with the effect I’m having on him.

“Who’s having the party?” he asks.

“Randy Mercer.”

“Will his parents be there to chaperone?”

“No”

“You’re not going.”

“What? I
am
eighteen—”

“September, you’re under my fucking roof and your ass is
not
going,” he reiterates sharply, pointing his finger at me, “End of discussion.”

“Fine,” I reply with a pout, stomping my foot for good measure. “I can’t do
shit
around this place anyway. Goodnight.”

I leave the room all the while knowing that his eyes are piercing a hole through my backside. I feel a smile play on my lips as I close the door with a slight slam so that he realizes the depth of my irritation at being treated as an adolescent, and not the woman that I’ve become. I crawl beneath the covers of my bed.

And I wait.

It’s maybe an hour later when I hear my bedroom door open and close again quietly. I feel the bed dip with his weight, and the covers are lifted so that a totally naked Jesse can slide beneath them with me.

His hands run smoothly over my skin, massaging gently as his lips play a soft seductive song on mine. My arms encircle his neck, and I run my fingernails lightly over the hard muscles of his back, right over the beautiful serpent tat that he has.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, between soft kisses that are now making a trail from my shoulders to the swell of my breasts.

“No—should I be?”

“I just don’t want you going to parties like that. Something bad could happen to you.”

“Like what?”

“Like this,” he says huskily, moving over to my side. He takes my hand and leads it down to his hard-muscled erection, and then places my hand on it, his hand leaving mine. My fingers wrap around his girth and I marvel at how something so hard feels velvety soft on the outside.

My fingers massage all around, going from root to tip and in the dark, I can feel that clear bead of pre-cum that forms. Jesse has expertly managed to remove my nightgown and panties, and his calloused hands are framing my hips, raising me up and over his face where his tongue works its magic on the folds of my pussy, thoroughly exploring every layer, and his teeth nip gently at my swollen clit.

I moan softly, rotating my hips as he continues to lave and suckle at my core.

“Fuck me, Jesse,” I whisper hoarsely.

He lowers me gently down onto his stomach, and I hear the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open, and I can feel the movements of his arms and hands as he gets it rolled down onto his stiff cock.

His hands once again brace my hips and he lifts me up and over him, settling me down onto his erection. I moan softly again.

“We’ve got to be quiet, September. We can’t wake Scout, hear?”

“Ummhmm,” I say, lowering my mouth to his as I start to move up and down slowly on his prick. He kisses me, and then moves me up so that one of my breasts is accessible to his mouth, and he roughly takes it into his mouth, suckling hard on it.

“I love your fucking tits,” he says, “And you love flaunting them around me, don’t you, baby?”

“I don’t mean to,” I reply softly.

“Like hell,” he rasps, taking the other one into his mouth, all the while his hands are cupping my ass, rolling me up and down on his erection.

I can feel my pussy clenching him and I know that neither one of us is going to last much longer.

His rhythm increases, his hips bucking up, his hands braced tighter on my hips as he rolls me up and down, and then swivels so the tip of his cock is hitting my special spot. I’m biting my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, and my tempo increases to match his.

“Fuck,” he says, his breathing ragged. “That’s my girl. Keep fucking me just like that.”

“I’m ready to come,” I whine, my hips rocking back and forth.

“It’s fine, baby,” he says, his mouth finding mine because he knows how loud I can get when I’m having my pleasure with him. His tongue mates with mine, muffling my loud moans so they sound more like soft whimpers escaping me.

Jesse’s coming now and his masculine groans reverberate against my neck as he continues to come again and again. “God,” he growls. “This is mine and only mine.”

“I know,” I whisper. “I love you, Jesse.”

After that night, Jesse is no longer reluctant to make late night visits to my room once Scout is asleep. We enjoy our secret sex, and I in particular enjoy the things he teaches me.

Just last night, he patiently tutored me in the fine art of delivering a mind-boggling blowjob.

“Are you ready to learn something new, September?” he asked, his eyes having a heady and sort of teasing look going on, as I came in my room with a towel wrapped around me. He’d been waiting for me.

“Game on,” I replied, giving him a cocky smile. I had no clue what he meant.

He stood up in his beautiful, muscular nakedness, his cock already erect. “Come here,” he ordered softly. “And drop the towel.”

I let the towel slip and went to stand before him. He gazed down at me, both love and lust evident in his sapphire blue eyes. He laced one of his hands behind my head, and drew my face closer to his, his lips possessing mine tenderly, his tongue teasing mine. I could feel his steel-hard erection probing between my legs.

“Does he want to do it standing up?” I thought, but then with one gentle move, I understood his intention.

He placed his hands on each of my shoulders, and gently pressed me down. “On your knees, woman.”

I obeyed and was face to tip of his raging erection.

“I’ve never . . . “ I stutter, flushing with embarrassment.

“I know, September. That’s fine. I’ll guide you through this.”

I nodded, very solemnly, hoping like hell I didn’t screw it up.

“Okay, place your hand on it, slowly and gently let your palm and fingers travel up and then down the length of it. When your fingers get close to the tip, massage the ridge of foreskin—again, gentleness, but deliberation is key here.”

I do as instructed, loving the feel of softness covering rock-hardness. It’s somehow a contradiction in terms. I take my time, letting my fingers play lightly while massaging his firmness.

I hear him suck in his breath.

“Is...is this okay?” I question, looking up at him.

He’s watching me with shuttered eyes, his tongue flickers across his lower lip. He nods and says, “It feels great, baby. Now with your other hand, reach underneath and cup my balls—again, gentleness is key, but massage them, show them some love. You’ll feel them tighten up when I’m ready to come, but you’re not through with your training just yet.”

I do as instructed, and I can tell by Jesse’s breathing that he’s enjoying it so far.

“Okay, now put your tongue to use, let it roll slowly down the length of my dick, swirl it a bit, and lick now and then so that I can feel the warm moistness of your mouth making love to it. Like I do with your pussy.”

Got it.

I follow his instructions, finding myself melt into him because this is pleasurable to me, more than I ever realized it could be. I’m the one in power; I’m the one delivering the pleasure to my man’s cock, and I love the fact that I’m in control.

He doesn’t need to instruct further because my feminine instincts have taken over. I roll my tongue down the length and back to the tip, while my hands massage his shaft and his balls gently.

I’m rewarded when I feel him roll back on his heels and release a manly groan. His hands are now fisting in my hair.

My mouth travels back up to the tip, and the small clear bead of pre-cum is glistening. I swirl my tongue over, capturing it and then I pull his cock inside of my mouth, taking him deeper, swirling my tongue around and around. My hands move to the back of his ass, pulling him in deeper while I suck his root, and then allowing my mouth to travel back to the tip, lightly nipping at the ridge of skin that is so tender. Kind of like my clit by his body movements and moans.

I take him deeper, feeling the head of his cock nudge my tonsils and then back out, again and again. I love the wet, sucking sound that permeates the room, along with his fast breathing and deep groans of pleasure.

“September,” he rasps, “Fuck you better stop. I’m ready to blow my load.”

I nod my head back and forth; my mouth is full of Jesse so I can’t speak. I won’t stop what I’m doing because we’ve worked up a great rhythm, his hips are bucking back and forth; his hands are fisting my hair even harder as his breathing is coming rapid and shallow now.

My nails are raking the flesh of his ass, as I continue to draw him in and out.

“Fuck,” he growls as he’s pumping in to me full force. He stiffens then, and he releases a primal groan. I feel his cock throbbing and pulsing, and then the thick, warm stream of cum shoots into my mouth, again, and again, and again. I keep swallowing and swallowing, loving the fact that this is mine. All mine.

I lick the last drop and his balls relax now that they’ve emptied his seed into me. His cock is softening and Jesse pulls it from my mouth. “It’s real sensitive once I come,” he explains.

I nod. I’m pleased with myself. “How’d I do?” I ask, grinning up at his beautiful face.

“You’re a natural babe. You’re every man’s dream, and God you’re mine. You’re a keeper.”

So now I actually like the power-rush I feel every time I take him into my mouth, knowing that I hold the key to his future between my lips.

Several days later, Scout slams into the house and tosses her backpack on the kitchen table. There’s no doubt about it. She’s royally pissed!

“What’s the matter with you?” I ask, looking up from my Algebra homework.

“I did what you said I should do. I went over to Catherine’s today and it’s not like you thought. Casey’s not having another bad day, September. She says she doesn’t want Catherine hanging around with me at all.”

Tears are forming in her eyes and it makes me want to go next door and snatch the bitch up and shake the snot out of her.

“Well why would she say that?”

“She said to ask
you
!”

The hell?

“What?”

She repeats it even though I heard her the first time.

“Look Scout, I don’t know what she’s talking about. You wait here and let me see if I can find out what’s up her ass, okay?”

She nods her head, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

I make tracks next door, pounding none too quietly on the front door. Casey opens it, eyeing me with cold disdain. “Yes?”