The Only Medicine

We stop to kiss under almost every lamp post as we weave our way home. We’re soon back at the house and in Mike’s room in what feels like a blink of an eye due to the alcohol in my veins, our clothes leaving a trail from the front door. He kisses me urgently as we fall back onto his bed, his flat brown stomach slapping against mine. He holds my arms above my head with one hand as he kisses the bottom of my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, slipping lower and lower, the other hand fumbling with the clasp of my bra. He manages to get it undone, freeing my breasts.

“Oh, shit,” he says. “I didn’t realise you had these pierced.”

I let out a chuckle that turns into a moan when he takes one of my pierced nipples into his mouth, his free hand tweaking the other. “You’re in for a surprise, then.”

“What else do you have?”

“You have to wait and see.”

He groans against my nipple. “Fuck, Mia.”

He frees my arms and we flip over so that I’m straddling his chest. His hands cup my ass and push me forward until my pussy is right by his face. He places slow kisses on the insides of my thighs, alternating from left to right, driving me crazy. Then he stops and looks up at me, almost for reassurance. I hope he can see the desire in my eyes, but I grind against his sternum gently in encouragement anyway.

“Keep doing that,” he says, grabbing the back of my thong and pulling it up. I continue grinding, the fabric tight against my asshole. Then he lets go. “Take that off.”

I stand up on the bed, turn around so my butt is facing him and slowly slide the thong off, teasing him. Then I turn and sit back down, giving him full view of my genital piercings. I have my VCH, triangle and six rings in my outer labia.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling me to him.

He grabs my arms and holds them behind my back with one hand, then starts by placing kisses on my labia. Then he licks my clitoris softly, taking care around my VCH piercing. The pressure of his tongue pressing against my clitoral hood and the jewellery drives me crazy and I’m soon whimpering, grinding my hips again. He pulls away, breathing heavily, and tugs my arms back so that I’m arched back, offering him greater access to my pussy. He buries his face in, his tongue probing every square inch.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, feeling my orgasm creeping closer.

He stops and lets go. “What do you want?”

“Your cock,” I groan.

“Show me.”

I scoot back until I can feel his stiff cock beneath me and I rub my pussy against it through the fabric of his underwear. God, even this is enough to get me off. He stops me again and tugs his underwear down, letting his erection spring free.

“Hang on a sec.” He leans over to his night stand and fumbles in the drawer for a condom. I wait while he rolls it on. He reaches for me when he’s finished and we kiss deeply. His tongue battles mine. “Ready?”

I nod and whimper, and he guides himself into me. Holy shit. I haven’t fucked a guy in a while and I can feel his cock stretching me almost painfully.

“Hang on,” I pant, adjusting my labia with one hand.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. I slowly slide up and down his cock and he sucks in breath through his teeth. “Oh, fuck.”

He runs his hands down my back, grabbing my ass, giving it a quick slap. I rock faster, unable to control myself. He feels me about to come and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan as I come, pressing my pussy to him as hard as I can. He comes not long after, groaning into my hair.

We lay there for a minute as we both come back down to earth, panting near each other’s ears. I gently slide off him and lay next to him. Mike sits up.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he says, getting to his feet and walking out of the room.

I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway and then the toilet flushes. He comes back in, steps back into his underwear and slides into bed next to me. I roll onto my side and prop my head up with my hand.

“We can’t tell Vic about this,” I murmur.

“Seriously?” he laughs incredulously. “I fuck you and you’re thinking about my brother?”

“No, I’m serious,” I say, rolling the other way. He folds himself around me, burying his face into my hair.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. He’s silent for a couple of minutes and I realise that he’s fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling against me slowly.

I allow myself a few minutes of lying in his arms, then I gently untangle myself from him and get up. The last thing I want is for Vic to come home and find us together. I scoop up my discarded underwear and clothes and head into Vic’s room to sleep.

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