“Yo Ami….I’m serious. You need to stay from him,” he asked in an inhale then added, “he was asking about you and Jon. You stay away from him. He’ll fuck with you. He eats girls up.” With each word, Malcolm sounded more and more concerned. He turned towards me and ducked down to make deliberate eye contact. “You’re not like the rest of us. Just stay away from him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I argued.
“You know what I mean. Just stay away from him and I’m gonna keep my eye on you tonight,” Malcolm sounded exasperated like this wasn’t going to be the first or the last time he would have this conversation with one of his little sisters at the park. With that last plea, he handed back my cigarette and added, “I’m serious, Ami,” before rejoining his own party. I knew he was right, of course, but I didn’t need to dig deep to know that I wasn’t going to heed his advice either. Instead of lying to him, I sent him off with a noncommittal up nod.
I was left in my own thoughts only for a moment before I felt soft finger pads petting the exposed skin on my shoulder along the straps of my top. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Calvin.
“Malcolm told me to stay away from you,” I said as firmly and confidently as I could while not stepping away from his touch.
“Word?” Calvin feigned surprise and shock, but I could hear the smile in his voice. He moved my hair aside and was playing with the clasp of my velvet choker now. I had changed into my signature summer look of tank top, short skirt, and platform boots after work to look cute in case I ran into Jon. Stupidly, it didn’t occur to me that I could run into Calvin at the party too. And there I was. Fuck. His gentle teasing of my skin made my nipples tight and sensitive against the cotton of my top. Not to be outdone, my pussy pulsed and leaked more wetness in response.
“He said you eat girls up,” I added, hoping that my voice was steady. My whole body was vibrating. I felt absolutely ridiculous, but my center was not in denial and was getting increasingly wet to prove its point. I hadn’t taken a drag from my cigarette since Calvin came over and the thing hung between my fingers, ignored like a poorly thought-out prop, paper burning itself down to the filter.
“I’ll eat you up,” he simply countered, still smiling. His fingers had travelled below one strap and was pulling at it like he was considering his next move. I extinguished and discarded the neglected cigarette, then regretted it immediately. Now that my hands were free, I didn’t know what to do with them or where to put them so that I would seem calm. My stomach churned. My attention ricocheted between where his hand was touching me, the light brush of my shirt again my stiff nipples, and the wetness pooling in my panties. “Do you want me to eat you up, Ami?” was his challenged to my silence.
“Fuck you, Calvin.” I had meant to spit that out in disdain, but it came out soft and shaky.
“Aight,” was his reply. I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face and shove him away because I was annoyed with his ability to toy with me, proverbially and physically, but my body had other ideas in mind. Calvin shifted us so that he was between me and the rest of the party. If someone did look over, they’d be met with just his back. I was tucked into the corner, nestled between him and the side of the taller brick building next door. My breath hitched when I felt a hand creep under my tank top to palm my stomach. His hand moved higher and higher until his thumb was resting at my sternum and his hand curved along the bottom of my breast. There was no point in denying what my body wanted. My heart was beating its way out of my chest right under his hand. I could feel the tension between my pussy and nipples pulling tight. I didn’t realize I wasn’t breathing until he started to stroke his thumb softly between my breasts.
Looking directly into my eyes, he growled, “I fucking love how you’re never wearing a bra. It’s mad hot.” I never wore a bra because my small breasts didn’t need them. Bras were super expensive besides. Now Calvin was making something that was a practical choice sexy. Fuck this guy. Frustratingly, he also wasn’t touching my tits, choosing instead to stay right underneath them. “You want me to fuck you, Ami?” he breathed against my ear.
“No,” I sighed. I may be filled with want but I still had my principles. I wasn’t going to have Calvin be my first.
“We’ll see about that,” he chuckled before sucking at my pulse point and getting a moan from me. His other hand crept up the back of my thigh and was dragging his nails softly along the bottom curve of my ass, occasionally dipping in between my legs before continuing on its path. I was fairly certain I could stay strong but wasn’t sure for how long. To his credit, everything he did felt so good and sent little sparks scattering all over my body. Were I to have weaker conviction and were he a better person, I knew I would have fucked him for sure. But both of those were not the case, so he remained a formidable and enjoyable foe. The best strategy was to enjoy myself as much as I wanted, then leave before it went too far. No harm, no foul. It was undeniable that Calvin was fucking hot. I had wanted him from the first day we met and it felt good to know he wanted me too. After the way he had me so worked up in his hands, there was no denying that I wanted — and needed — to come and he was gonna help me, one way or another. Maybe I could leave him hanging as punishment for being such a smug asshole. Decision made, I fully gave into the pleasure bubbling up in my body.
“You’re gonna wanna fuck me,” he mouthed against my neck and collarbone. I smiled at his ignorance and misplaced confidence but leaned my head back to give him better access to my neck anyways. His foot tapped my legs open. I could have held my legs closed if I wanted to, but what I wanted was for him to touch my weeping center, so I allowed it. With better access, the hand on my thigh slipped under my panties to play with the sensitive skin at the fold of my legs. I felt more juice seep out of my center. Calvin may be an asshole but at least his body was shielding me from the rest of the party. If anyone looked over our way, they could deduce what was happening but wouldn’t have been able to see anything. Besides, the party sounded like it was in full swing. I was also pretty sure that Malcolm was keeping an eye out for me from afar as promised and nothing bad was going to happen on his watch.
Calvin moved the hand on my ribs up and was finally thumbing at my needy nipple. Turned out my tit was the perfect handful for him. He gave it a hard squeeze and hummed in satisfaction at how hard my nipples were becoming under his ministration. My mouth flew open in a moan as both relief and pleasure swept over my whole body. He took the opportunity to push his lips against mine before hungrily sweeping his tongue into my mouth. My cunt clenched desperately at the simultaneous sensation. On cue, Calvin pressed his knee against my clit, causing me to cry into his mouth.
“You gonna fuck me, Ami?” he growled out between his teeth. I could feel his hardness pushing against my thigh and felt a hunger for it deep and low in my stomach. His knee was moving back and forth against my center while he pinched and pulled at my nipple in his quest to get me to submit to his will. I could feel the pulsing. I was hot all over. I must have been panting and making a lot of noise because my throat was dry. I was so close but I was not going to lose this battle. I only shook my head but said nothing in reply to his taunt.
In retaliation, Calvin shoved the hand that was on my thigh down the front of my panties and ran two fingers up and down the sides of clit. I groaned and felt my knees give out at the sudden fire that spread down to my toes. Luckily his knee was still between my legs, so I didn’t slump down onto the ground. “Your pussy is so wet for me. I don’t know, Ami, it feels like you wanna fuck me,” he smirked against my mouth before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. The speed of his hands increased between legs, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck fuck fuck….Calvin fuck….that feels so good….fuck Calvin fuck,” I panted. I heard myself sounding like a damned pornstar but I couldn’t stop the sounds or words that were pouring out of me as fast as the slick was that leaking from my cunt. “Shit, Calvin shit….” Why did I keep moaning his name? Some where in the distant back of my mind, I was annoyed at myself.
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