Sirens (Theo Raeken) [1]

Precautions

"I can't have sex with you when you're looking like a cute little schoolboy," I tell Brett. I squish his face between my thumb and fingers. I give him a kiss on the nose.

He scrunches his face up. I can feel his face shifting under my fingers. "God, can you please let go?" I release his face with a laugh and he stretches his face with a grimace. "Good thing this uniform will look better on your bedroom floor than it does now."

I raise an eyebrow. "Too bad I won't be looking at your discarded clothes."

"Ever done it before?" he asks. He's sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning over and his hands on his knees.

"Once," I shrug.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks.

"Yes," I say. I'm starting to grow impatient. I get onto his lap. I kiss him and my lips open for his tongue. It's a mash of lips and tongues moving rhythmically together. I slide my hands under the hem of his vest and ease it up and over his head.

His hand moves to my thigh and starts to push my dress up over my hips. His hands are sweaty against my skin as they grope for anywhere and everywhere. My dress is over my head and thrown across the room.

Brett's hair is mussed and his eyes are lit up. He flips us over and I'm underneath him on the bed. His hands aren't slow and curious, they travel all over my body with no particular direction. He's moving too hastily, not caring about exploring slowly. It feels almost wrong how not hesitant he is to touch me.

I unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling at the buttons. I slide it down his arms and let it drop off. I let my hand trail down his torso, feeling all of the bumps of his muscles under my fingers. My hands reach down to his belt. I work my fingers around the buckle and undo it, pulling it out and letting it fall behind me.

His lips are sucking on my neck and I moan as I reach for the zipper of his pants. I can feel the bulge under his pants as I unzip them. He pulls away, lips swollen and red. He's breathing heavily. "The condoms are in my backpack," he says. He falls back onto the bed as I bend down to search his bag. After making a colossal mess of my room with textbooks, I find the box finally.

I hold them out to him. He grins down at me. "You put it on," he says.

I look at him blankly. "I don't know how to put your freaking penis sock on," I tell him. "I don't have a dick."

He laughs and pulls me down onto him. "I thought you said you'd done it before," he says, brushing a piece of hair away from my face.

"Yeah," I tell him. "But the guy knew how to put his condom on on his own."

"Ever given a hand-job?" He is getting really ridiculously off topic.

"Brett," I say. "I have talons that can come out at any time. I think it's safest for you if you do it yourself."

"Fine," he groans. "You're killing me here." He rolls me off of him. "You're such a nun."

"Nuns actually get on their knees," I point out, propping myself up on my elbows and smiling. He scowls at me. "I agreed to sex and nothing else. Not yet, anyway."

"Okay, how about this? If I give you the most amazing, most pleasurable fuck you've ever had in your life, will you suck my dick?"

I burst out laughing.

He looks at me. "Well?"

"You sure are persistent," I say. "But sure. Let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is."

"Where your mouth is," he corrects me. I roll my eyes.

He takes his briefs off and I'm surprised by how shy I am. Brett is stark naked in front of me. He puts on his condom.