The Calling

Weston

Watching Kennedy dance with Matty tonight was the most jealous thing I've ever seen but somehow the hottest. Mainly because like myself, she couldn't keep her eyes off me. Watching her hips move back and forth and her arms go up over her head, with her icy blue eyes fixated on me, drove me crazy.

The moment Matty turned her around to him and she was pressed against him, was enough. I had to get over there and claim what was mine.

When we got in the back of the Uber, Kennedy's hands were back on my thighs and chest, rubbing up and down, making me hungry. She was so fucking wet and in need.

The rest of the drive was a total blur, Kennedy trying to keep our hands off of each other, adjusting my pants, and her legs squeezing shut together.

When we got inside I couldn't wait, I slammed her against the door and attached my lips to hers in lust. Our tongues moved against each other and my hands went up her shirt a bit.

I then brought my hands up behind her legs and hoisted her small body up over my hips. She gasped in shock at my action but kept her lips on mine, when I walked us up the stairs her lips moved to my neck, hungry. She sucked below my ear, for sure to leave a mark, but I didn't care.

When I made it to my room, I sat on the bed with her still in my arms, she pushed me back against the bed. I was in shock at how dominant she was being.

I brought my hand to her thigh and slowly went up her skirt but she stopped me before I could make sure she wasn't drunk anymore.

"I want to make you feel good Weston," Those words from her plump lips went straight to the blood flow going to my dick.

"Uh are you sure, you've been drinking, I don't want you to do something you will regret, I was just about to ask you if you were drunk still." I don't want her to do something like this if she's too drunk to be sure.

"Weston I'm fine, most of those drinks wore off kissing you, I want this, it's my turn to taste you, cowboy."

All the air from my chest was gone, and my mouth was dry. How does she manage to say those things but at the same time be so innocent?

"Are you sure, have you done this before?" I don't expect her to say yes.

"Actually um Dan- he when he wanted to and I wasn't ready he asked me to do it a couple of times so I did," What the fuck. So that dick, instead of making her feel good or anything at all, just wanted to jump straight to sex and had her suck his dick. I had anger in me now.

"No, it's okay I am not gonna have you do what he wanted." I meant that. I would rather wait.

"No Weston, I want to this time I promise. I didn't think I would, but I'm craving you, It's your turn to feel good." Every sinful word that comes to her mouth makes me forget how angry I am.

"One last time, are you sure, you really don't have to-" She cut me off by reaching for my belt, sliding off the bed. My legs were hanging off the bed and she was on her knees in front of me. One hand grabbed my belt and the other moved my legs further apart.

I helped her with my belt and she looked down over my boxers. She then slowly moved her hand over my crotch and rubbed it slowly up my length.

"Oh my god," She laughed, her cheeks red as her eyes widened. "What?"

"You are so-um, so big, I didn't even realize it could get this big." I laughed at her innocent words.

But as she continued to rub her hand slowly up my cock, her eyes got hooded and hungrier. I have been thinking about this for the past three weeks. What she would look like on her knees in front of me, or with her pretty lips wrapped around my dick.