The Flyer

CHAPTER 45: Beg

CHAPTER 45: Beg

I stood up quickly and pull off my pants. She was lying on her side and she reaches for me again when I get back on the bed. She wraps her fingers around my dick and I bite my lip as she squeezes.

Her thumb slides against my slit and my teeth dig into my lip. She looks up at me and when she inches closer to me I fight the urge to grab her by the hair and make her blow me.

"Baby—" I stop when her hand moves up and down. A small moan leaves my mouth. She was getting good at this.

She applied more pressure and speed and watched what her actions caused. My muscles were beginning to contract at an alarming rate and all I could do was picture her cute little lips wrapped around, choking on my come.

I wake up with a start. I'm breathing heavily. What the fuck? I hadn't even been thinking about Wendy! But now I was. I was imagining her blowing me. Fuck. She'd look so hot doing it. She'd be so fucking shy and red. Fuck...

I curse out loud and run my fingers through my hair, frustrated. I couldn't go back to sleep now. What the fuck was I supposed to do in the middle of the night? I see that Melanie is still asleep, oblivious to my internal turmoil. No, definitely didn't want to do her.

Wait.

I didn't want to fuck her. That was good right? Some like growth thing or whatever?

I shake my head. It didn't matter. It was all bullshit anyway because the only reason I didn't want to fuck her was because I wanted Wendy. But it was the middle of the fucking night and I couldn't just go to her house right now. Plus, Janis was there.

I let out another curse and close my eyes. Again, I start to imagine her blowing me. I quickly open my eyes to get the image out of my head. I was going to get fully erect at this rate.

"Kyle?" Melanie blinks at me. I guess I woke her up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," it comes out meaner than I intended.

She sits up. "Doesn't look like it."

"I said nothing's wrong."

"Liar."

I sigh. "It's not any of your business but I'm kinda hard right now. And—"

"Oh. Is that all?" She cuts me off and reaches out her hand and palms me through my clothes.

I said  I didn't want to fuck her and I still don't, but I didn't mind her touching me.

When she sees that I'm not pushing her away she moves her hand and pulls my clothes down. She then leans her face in and licks the tip of my dick. Her tongue flicks around to the sides, then she puts it in her mouth and begins to apply suction.

I lean back and close my eyes. I don't mean to but I imagine that Wendy's the one blowing me. That her mouth is the one around my dick. That it's her tongue and her throat. I hum content.

She begins moving her head up and down, moving me in and out of her mouth quickly. She's applying more pressure and it's starting to feel really fucking good.

I open my eyes and see her sucking on the tip of my dick. She lets out a hot and heavy breath before flicking her tongue out and passing it over my slit. I let out a groan and fist my fingers in her hair. She puts me in her mouth again and I instinctively push her head down, wanting to go deep into her throat.

"Oh, fuck," it comes out very low and almost pant-like. I've clearly forgotten about Wendy.

Melanie begins sucking on me and moving her head up and down again. My hips start to twitch and I grab onto her hair more tightly. She quickens her pace and applies more pressure causing my hips to thrust out harshly until they begin doing so uncontrollably.