The F#ck It List: The Complete Story Page 3

  I bite back the giggle and when he moves, the humor flees. He pumps his finger in and out, oh so slowly. I can feel each millimeter of his finger. His mouth returns to my pussy, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. I arch off the bed, my head thrown back, rising to meet him. He moves faster, harder, my hole tightening with each deep thrust.

  Adam would never have touched me there.

  Scott adds a second finger, this time not giving me time to adjust. This time, I don't need it. But I still want more. I want his dick buried inside me, slamming into me over and over again until I see stars. I want to be shoved against the wall while he ravishes my mouth.

  He pulls his fingers from me, but keeps licking. At this point I don't know what I want or need. But if he wants to stay down there all night, I will not complain. Hell, if he wants to stay down there a week, I'm in.

  He can do whatever he wants to me as long as this sensation doesn't end.

  Two fingers reach back inside my pussy, curling up to that spot again. And then a third finger slips back inside my ass. Watching him use the shocker on me is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Watching his hand pump in and out of me, watching him stare at me with starving eyes.

  "Touch yourself."

  My hands move immediately to my breasts, massaging them.

  "That is so fucking hot. Play with your nipples."

  I pluck at them, my tits bouncing in response.

  "Fuck, Amanda. You are so hot. Adam is a fucking idiot."

  I don't care about Adam right now. Adam who?

  I can't look away from Scott's hand even as I keep twisting and pulling at my nipples, needing the sting that shoots to my core with each pinch.

  He cuts off my view as he returns his mouth to my mound. I am completely filled and it's glorious.

  "Harder, Scott. Please. Harder."

  He obliges, slamming his fingers into me as deep as they can go. I'll be bruised and sore tomorrow, but I don't care. It will be worth it.

  I grab both of my nipples between my fingers and twist as hard as I can, pulling and stretching them. Scott's other hand spreads me open and he nibbles at my clit, his teeth scraping and nipping.

  "Yes. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

  This time, he doesn't. This time, he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. Hard. While he keeps pumping into me and I keep yanking at my nipples.

  And I come completely undone.

  The blood flows back to my tits and everything goes white for half a second as I jerk and scream his name, gasping greedily for air. But he keeps going. He keeps sucking and pumping and I'm riding a never ending orgasm, lost at the peak. It builds and builds and builds until I am certain this is the night I die and what a glorious way to go.

  Then, he does some wonderful and amazing twisting and squeezing thing with his fingers in both holes and I shriek so loud the police are probably on their way, but I don't care. He does it again. And again. And one more time, his mouth still attached to my drenched and wonderfully abused pussy.

  I throw my arm over my mouth and bite to cut off my noises as I shudder and shake, tears streaming from my eyes from the force of it.

  Oh. My. Fucking. Word. What was that?

  I can't move, completely melded to the bed, none of my body parts moving. The only sign I survived this experience is the aftershocks rolling through me as my pussy keeps clenching on his fingers still inside me. Thankfully, his fingers aren't moving because I cannot take any more.

  Maybe ever.

  He eases his fingers from me and helps me get all the way back on the bed before cuddling me in his arms and kissing my forehead like he always does. It strikes me as funny after everything he just did to me, but I'm too blissed out to summon laughter.

  "Sweet merciful heavens. Where the hell did you learn those skills?"

  Scott laughs, warm like caramel on a sundae. "A gentleman doesn't divulge that sort of information."

  "Is this the kind of sex everyone else in the world has been having but me?" I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact I just had four orgasms, two of them right on top of each other.

  He grins down at me. "I'd like to think I'm a little better than most."

  "I can't argue with you. I feel like I'd have heard more whispers of this kind of experience if this was the norm."

  He rubs my bare back, dipping a little dangerously low. "You just haven't had the right encounters yet."

  I don't even feel weird about being completely naked while he still has jeans on. "Well, thanks to you, I'm addicted to it now."

  "You're welcome."

  I turn to look into his eyes, finally able to move a little. "No, really. Thank you. I completely forgot I was sad. I completely forgot about him."

  "Don't thank me, love. I enjoyed myself immensely." He lays me back down against the pillows. "I'll be right back."

  He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. I reach for it, but he shakes his head. He rubs it gently against the inside of my thighs, nudging them open before bringing the cloth to my pussy. It's both rough and soft against my sensitive skin there. It feels good.

  A little too good.

  He watches me with hooded eyes, smiling when a gasp escapes. He zeroes in on my nipples raising and hardening with desire. "I'm sorry, but I need one last taste."

  He buries his face between my legs and it's like he's dehydrated and lost in the desert and what lies between my legs is the only thing that will keep him alive.

  I didn't think my deliciously sore pussy could take anymore, but it springs to life under his touch, begging for more. He's so crazed, I can't keep up with what he's using. Fingers, hands, tongue, teeth all blend together as he returns to kiss me, the taste of myself mixing with the flavor that is all him. His tongue plunges into my mouth while his fingers stroke my tits.

  He rolls us so that I'm on top straddling him, my breasts swaying above his mouth. He captures on of my peaks with his teeth and presses his hard length into me. He grabs my ass, kneading the flesh, moving me back and forth against his dick trying to burst through the fabric of his jeans.

  I reach between us and stroke him through his pants, but he moves my hand, releasing my nipple long enough to say, "No. Tonight is about you. And trust me, I'm loving every second."

  I sink into him, wanting to be closer.

  He kisses me again, the stubble on his face scratchy against my skin. I love it. I want to feel the stubble between my legs.

  He reads my thoughts again like he's always been able to. "Sit on my face."

  "What?"

  "I want you to fuck my face."

  I almost come right then.

  He slides down a little to give me room while I inch up him until I straddle his head. I hover over him, uncertain and nervous, but he grabs my ass and yanks me down onto his waiting mouth.

  He flicks his tongue around a bit, getting me warmed up before shoving it inside my pussy. It feels so good, I don't move, but it isn't enough for him. Scott bounces me up and down on his tongue until I start rocking on my own. I circle his tongue, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth, reveling in the moans he makes reverberating through me. His stubble scrapes against me in a pleasant way, adding to the myriad of sensations I'm drowning in.

  I grab the headboard to keep from falling over, anchoring myself.

  It's the most amazing experience, taking control like this, almost using him for my pleasure. It makes me feel powerful and fearless.

  Scott reaches up to play with my breasts while he continues plunging with his tongue. I throw my head back and push my tits into his hand, wanting more contact. He grabs them and squeezes them and flicks my nipples with perfect aim.

  I grind on him harder, faster, racing for a release he won't deny me this time. As much as I enjoyed the teasing and torment, this time I take what I want right when I want it.

  I take his tongue back inside me so deep I feel his teeth against
my skin. And that's all it takes for me to fly high, coming hard, clenching his head between my knees.

  I come so hard on his tongue.

  Finally worn out, I throw my leg over and collapse beside him, not wanting to smother him.

  I kiss his lips, tasting myself again. He kisses me back, gathering me to him until I'm half splayed across his chest, my aching nipples rubbing against his light scattering of chest hair. We cuddle in companionable silence as we both come down from the high.

  My fucking mind is blown. This is what I've been missing? Fuck Adam and his boring vanilla shit. I can't wait for the exciting opportunities ahead of me.

  Fuckit List--Best. Idea. Ever.

  Scott--Best. Friend. Ever.

  Finally able to move, I search out the washcloth, letting Scott use it first, but taking it back when he finishes. "I don't think I can handle another round, I better do this myself."

  He laughs. "That's too bad."

  I shake my head. "You're insatiable."

  "Nice to know there's a little mystery left between us, huh?"

  "Not as much now."

  He pulls back the covers for me to slide between them. I can barely walk, my legs wiggly like Jello. We end up tangled in each other's arms where I'm safe and warm. It's like coming home, but with a little bit of redecoration.

  5

  I wake to sunlight streaming through curtains with a smile on my face, stretching and gasping at the ache down low and in my breasts. Memories from yesterday crash over me. Fleetingly about Adam, but mostly about Scott. That was the loveliest sleep I've had in a long time which I can only chalk up to mind blowing, multiple orgasms. Five. Orgasms. My first and only boyfriend shattered my world yesterday, shouldn't I have tossed and turned all night? Sobbed myself to sleep?

  Instead, I'd curled up in my best friend's arms and passed out right away.

  Speaking of best friends, he spoons me from behind, his morning wood pressing against my ass. Smiling, I turn over as carefully as I can, not wanting to wake him.

  Yet.

  He had been so fucking amazing last night; it wasn't fair he didn't get any. Besides, I just have to know what it's like being with a guy with so much more girth.

  I disappear under the covers, slipping from under his arm until I'm face to face with his dick. My eyes bulge, seeing it for the first time. It's huge. I'm not sure I can get that very far inside my mouth. And when did he take his jeans off?

  Shrugging mentally, I get into a more comfortable position. It's time to try new, fun things. And this is something I definitely want to try.

  I lick my lips to moisten them and take him into my mouth, fisting the bottom of him and suck. He moans and shifts. I'm not sure if he's awake yet or not, but I keep going. I bob down as far as I can go, my jaw already twinging from how wide and long he is, but it's a good pang. I'm getting wet doing this and I never have before.

  I lick the tip of him like a favorite flavored lollipop, which right now, isn't too far off the mark. He tastes delicious. Like a mixture of pure male and the ocean breeze. I swirl my tongue around him before taking the whole thing back into my mouth.

  The covers fly off of me and I look up, dick in my mouth, to meet Scott's eyes. He blinks them, over and over. "Am I still dreaming?"

  I slide slowly up, my tongue flicking the length of him until I reach the tip, and plunge back down in response. He groans and thrusts his pelvis to meet my mouth.

  Somehow, I can take him as long as I relax my throat. Adam was way smaller and I always gagged easily with him. Maybe because he thrusted so insensitively.

  "This is the best wake up I've ever had. Fuck, you are so hot."

  I scrape him lightly with my teeth, enjoying the hissing breath Scott releases. "Fuck, Amanda. Fuck, that feels good."

  I start moving faster and faster and he gets harder, somehow growing even bigger inside my mouth. I'm drenching the sheets beneath me.

  Unable to resist teasing him like he did me, I slow, paying more attention to the tip again. He growls, his lips twitching as I wink at him with my mouth full of dick.

  My pulse races as an idea forms. I sit back and bite my lip, then parrot his words of last night: "Fuck my face."

  His eyes flash and he grabs me and tosses me on my back onto the bed. "With pleasure."

  He crawls up me until his dick dangles above my mouth, letting me play with him for a minute before taking over. I open my mouth and he plunges in, staying shallow at first, but then moving deeper and deeper between my lips. I moan around him, loving every dirty second of it. My nipples are hard as pebbles and my pussy is soaked in wanting.

  He's barely even touched me and I'm on the brink of coming.

  He is careful with his strokes, careful not to hurt me or go too deep. A carnal part of me wants him to.

  I reach up to rake my nails lightly down his ass and his answering groan is all I need. My fingers travel until they find his balls and I caress and fondle them with one hand while the other grips the flesh of his oh so hot ass.

  He shudders and warns me. "I'm about to come."

  I don't let him go. He stiffens and shoots into me with a shout, pulsing cum into my mouth. I swallow three times to get it all down. I lick all around his dick, cleaning it off.

  He pulls out of my mouth with a moaning sigh. "That was fucking amazing."

  I scoot out from under him, smiling. "Yes, it was."

  We tangle together and he jerks the covers back over us. "What was that for?"

  "A thank you for last night. And because I wanted to."

  I'm still sleepy and somehow so happy.

  And somehow so horny.

  And judging by the way his dick is already starting to harden again, he is too. His hand brushes against my pussy and he stills. "What is this?" His fingers slip into the wet folds with ease.

  I giggle and stroke him. "What is this?"

  He smiles happily and crushes his lips to mine, tongue stroking and dancing inside my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his chest. My sore nipples love the way his chest hairs scrape against them. We lie on our sides on the bed, pressed together, tongues tangling, soft sighs and moans escaping between kisses.

  One of my hands releases his neck and I trail it down his side until I grip his cock and stroke my hand up and down. I still can't get over how big he is. I can't stop imagining what it would feel like inside me, stretching me to the limit. Reaching to depths never explored before.

  He groans into my mouth, nipping lightly at my bottom lip. His beard is even scratchier this morning and I love it. I love the roughness of it, how disheveled it makes him look. He's normally so smooth and clean shaved. A practice he uses down there as well.

  With the reminder, I press a last kiss to his mouth before licking and kissing my way down his neck, down his chest, following the rippled muscles to my favorite vee that leads to my new favorite part of him. He pulls me back up before I can reach him though, turning me onto my back.

  "Uh uh. You already had your taste today. It's my turn."

  He doesn't kiss his way down me like I did him. Instead he goes straight for the gold, spreading my legs and delving down into my folds.

  I lurch up to meet him, everything more sensitive this morning.

  He's soft and gentle today, taking his time, slow and deliberate. And it drives me wild.

  "Scott, I want you inside me. I need you inside me."

  He lifts his head, piercing me with his gaze. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

  I'm reckless and bold. "I don't know and right now I don't care. Do you?"

  He smiles big. "Not really."

  "Besides, everything we've done to each other already, I don't think it'll make a difference."

  "Ah, we weren't that close anyway."

  I warm all over at him throwing out a Friends reference. I reach for him, wanting to feel his body pressing me deep into the bed. I'm on the pill and we're both clean. I want to come with nothing between us. I wa
nt to feel him shoot into me.

  He crawls on top of me, giving me everything I want, everything I ask for.

  He kisses me so sweetly, his lips whispering against mine. His dick nudges at my entrance and I open my legs wide. He slides it back and forth across my clit, swabbing himself with me. I make an embarrassing mewling sound, tilting to try and capture him.

  Chuckling against my mouth, he enters me, inch by inch. It takes everything to keep still instead of forcing him all the way in. But I want to feel every bit of him, to savor every second.

  He stretches me wide; he is so so big. Am I going to be able to take all of him?

  We both breathe out hard sighs once he's all the way inside. He's reaching so deep inside me, exploring unknown areas, I'm not sure I won't come as soon as he moves. I have never been so filled before.

  Will he rip me apart when he begins?

  He pulls out of me almost as slowly as he pushed in. I writhe beneath him, completely overcome. How does he have such self-control? Mine shattered last night and I haven't bothered putting it back together.

  Scott starts moving in and out of me in leisurely, deliberate strokes, circling his hips every time he gets all the way inside. A slow burn builds up inside me, growing stronger with each stroke.

  His head dips down to capture one of my hard nipples, his tongue tender as he spirals it around one and then the other while never stopping what he's doing with his dick and hips.

  I've never been able to come from regular sex without some sort of clit stimulation, but based on the boiling in my blood, it isn't going to be a problem with Scott.

  Our eyes meet and I drown in his blue depths, seeing his lust and desire mixed with affection and friendship. I'm unable to look away as the crescendo builds, as he pierces deep inside me and staying there, his mouth still attached to my breast.

  And then he circles his hips and that's all it takes. I fly apart, bucking and moaning, utterly dazed. He slips out of me and presses a kiss to the top of my breast.

  I'm still trembling and my limbs have anchored themselves to the bed. "I'm not done with you."