Grace
Two hours later, I unlocked the front door to my grandmother’s ho and walked in, turning on lights as I went. Flea was right behind , dropping my bags on the foyer floor. Flea closed and locked the door and followed through the house.
"Killer, Bully, here kitties," I called.
"Killer and Bully?" Flea asked.
I giggled. "Grams has a sense of humor."
"I’m gonna have a look around," Flea said, and started his ’safety check.’
I heard a ow from sowhere, but still no sight of the cats. "Kitty, kitty, kitty," I called, and Bully peeked out from the living room. "Hi, buddy. Are you hungry?"
He slinked around my ankles, and I leaned down to stroke him. "Where’s Killer?"
Bully followed into the kitchen and I turned on the lights and stepped into the pantry where the food was kept. My grandmother was extrely organized, and tended to hoard food. Good food. By that, I an, yummy food. Chips, sodas, beer, wine, and all manner of junky and delicious delights.
She’d always had shit like this for and rrick, and even though we weren’t kids and didn’t visit as often as we should, it would appear she kept up the tradition.
Finding the cat food, I doled out each cat their share just as Killer ca trotting in. "Oh, there you are, you little booger."
I stroked him, then left them both to their dinner.
Flea walked into the kitchen a few minutes later and I handed him a beer. "Is this okay?"
"It’s my favorite, actually." He lifted the bottle and tipped it toward . "I like your grandmother already."
"How long can you stay?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of wine.
"How long do you want to stay?"
"At the risk of giving you mixed signals..." I raised an eyebrow. "All night? I can drop you back to your bike tomorrow."
"I can do that." He grinned. "And don’t worry, baby. Not lettin’ your first ti be in your grandmother’s ho."
"I’m going to be here for a while, Flea. You sure you want to make such a firm statent?"
"I can wait."
I sighed. "Not sure I can, but we’ll see how we do over the next week."
"Don’t rush it, baby. We’ve got ti."
I cocked my head. "How long have you gone... you know, without... um... sex?"
"You an how long’s it been since I had... um... sex?" He grinned.
"Fleabio. Just answer the question."
He leaned toward . "You really want to know?"
I studied him for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes."
"About a month ago."
"That’s when..."
"Yep," he confird.
"Are you saying, you haven’t slept with anyone since the last family thing?"
"Yeah, Grace. That’s what I’m saying."
I swallowed. "Because of ?"
He grinned. "Yeah, baby. Because of you."
I set my wine on the counter and walked around the island, sliding my hands over his waist. "I really, really like that."
He slid his hands into my hair. "You do?"
"Yes. Because it ans you like ."
He chuckled. "Yeah, baby, I like you."
He leaned down and kissed , slowly and reverently, and I wished he hadn’t made the vow that he wouldn’t take my virginity in my grandmother’s ho... because, I seriously would let him right about now.
I slipped my hands under his shirt, running them over his chest, discovering far more than a six-pack. Closer to a twelve-pack. My fingers followed the ridges of his body, almost of their own accord, and I wanted more.
Flea broke the kiss and studied . "You wanna have a little fun?"
"Absolutely."
He cupped my face. "You trust ?"
"With my life."
He took my hand and led to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, he guided on top of him. "Straddle ."
I settled my hands on his shoulders for balance and straddled his lap, smiling as he slid his hands under my sweater. "Take this off."
I bit my lip and pulled my sweater off, leaving just my bra.
Flea hissed as he cupped my breasts, leaning forward to kiss my chest. "Beautiful."
Emboldened, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, sliding it down my arms.
"Fuck, baby," he rasped, cupping my breasts again, then drawing one nipple into his mouth.
I whimpered with need as my nipple pebbled into a tight bud.
He focused on my other one and I wove my fingers into his hair gripping tightly as he worked my body into a frenzy. He continued to use his mouth on my breasts, sliding one of his hands under the waistband of my sweats and panties, and slipping it between my legs.
I gasped as his fingers whispered past my clit and groaned when one of them slid inside of . I couldn’t stop myself from pulling his hair as he continued to lavish my breasts with his mouth, moving his finger inside of . I’d never felt anything like it.
"Oh, god," I rasped, grinding my pussy against his hand.
"Relax, baby, just let it wash over you."
"I can’t wait," I whispered.
His thumb pressed against my clit and I cried out as I exploded around his fingers, dropping my forehead to his. Flea grinned, shifting to kiss gently, pulling his hand out and guiding onto the sofa on my back.
"That was... amazing," I said.
"Yeah, baby, it was." He kissed again. "But we’re not done."
"I thought you said you weren’t going to pop my cherry at my grandmother’s house."
"I’m not goin’ to pop your cherry... here or anywhere." He chuckled. "When it’s ti, I’m going to make you mine in every way." He kissed his way down my body. "But in the anti, I’m goin’ to make you so crazy, you’ll be ready when I do."
I squird as his tongue dipped into my bellybutton.
"Lift," he demanded.
I lifted, and he tugged my sweatpants and panties down my legs... then his face was between them and I almost lost my mind.
I couldn’t stop a squeak as his tongue pressed against my clit and my hips arched against his mouth of their own accord. He grinned up at and I swear it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. He slid two fingers inside of and I gripped his head as he pumped harder into making crazy.
"Oh god, Flea!" I squealed, and he sucked my clit, slamming his fingers into faster and faster.
I scread as an orgasm hit hard and fast... I was coherent enough not to slam my knees together, but, damn, it was hard not to. Flea slid his hand out of , kissed the inside of each thigh, then kissed his way back up to my mouth. "Beautiful."
Leaning down, he kissed and I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. I could feel his rock-hard cock behind his zipper and worried about his comfort.
"Show how to please you," I begged.
He shook his head. "Tonight’s just for you, baby."
"Won’t you get...?"
"What?"
"I’m trying to think of the dical terminology for blue balls."
Flea dropped his head to my chest as his shoulders shook in laughter.
"What?" I demanded, gripping his hair and lifting his head.
"There’s no such thing, Grace."
"As blue balls?"
"Yeah."
"Every guy on the planet says he’ll get blue balls from not... you know... having sex, or whatever."
"Yeah, honey, it’s not a thing. Any guy that says that is just tryin’ to guilt so woman into fuckin’ him. It’s a lie."
"But you’re impressively hard and that can’t be comfortable."
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