Chapter 107 – Cherry

[Horny chapter alert!]

I kiss her back, almost on instinct. Her lips are stiff against mine, tense and hard instead of soft and pliable. I can taste a hint of cherry before she pulls away.

My brain immediately starts buffering.

Uh. What the heck?

I just confessed that I loved her and her sister. That I want both of them. That I'm apparently the greediest bastard alive. And instead of getting even more pissed, instead of slapping me across the face like any reasonable person would... she's kissing me? What? Why? I mean, I’m not complaining, but also, what?

I look up at her, trying to process what just happened, and see that Bianca's blushing. Hard. Her pale skin is turning pink, starting at her cheeks and spreading down her neck. She's biting her bottom lip, those plump, black-painted lips that were just pressed against mine, while refusing to meet my eyes. She keeps glancing at me, then away, then back again like she can't decide if she wants to look at me or hide behind her hair.

It's possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen her do, which is jarring because Bianca doesn't really do cute.

My emotional whiplash has emotional whiplash.

"So. Uh..." I clear my throat, still trying to figure out what’s happening. "Does that mean... are we good? Or—"

"Don't push your luck." She cuts me off, glaring down at me with those sharp teal eyes. "I'm still pissed at you. This doesn't fix everything."

Well, that's not a "no." I'll take what I can get.

The tension drains from my body anyway. At least she's not actively planning my murder anymore. I pull her closer, and she comes willingly. I bury my face in the side of her neck, breathing in deeply. That sweet cherry scent is stronger here. Warm and intoxicating. Her skin is soft against my face, and I can feel her pulse beating against my nose. "Fuck, I thought you were going to hate me forever."

"I don't—" She stops, her voice going quieter. "I wasn't... I didn't hate you, okay? I was just... fuck, I don't know. Angry. Jealous. It was stupid."

I lean back to look at her, and I'm struck again by how beautiful she is. Those teal eyes that seem to shift between blue and green depending on the light. That cute small nose. Her black lips, slightly smudged now from our kiss. "It wasn't stupid. I get it. I messed up." I pause, choosing my words carefully. "But if I screw up again, can we… not do this? The whole making-me-jealous thing, shutting me out, it really sucked. Just, I don't know, yell at me or something. Throw stuff. Whatever."

She chuckles. "You want me to throw things at you?"

"Better than watching you flirt with some douchebag."

"Fair." She goes quiet for a moment, then sighs. "I won't pull that shit again." She looks away. "I shouldn't have done that. With that asshole. That was fucked up."

"Yeah, it was." I'm not going to lie about that. "I was losing my mind."

A tiny smirk appears on her face. "Good."

"You're evil."

"You love it."

She's not wrong.

And just like that, we're okay. Or okay-ish.

Now that the immediate crisis has passed and I'm not having a panic attack, my brain decides it's a great time to notice other things. Specifically, the fact that I have Bianca sitting in my lap.

Her thighs are pressing onto mine. Her whole body is overwhelmingly warm and soft, pressed against me in a way that's making it very difficult to think about anything else.

And those breasts. Damn. Her breasts are right there, massive and round, straining against the thin fabric of her crop top. They're so close I can see them rising and falling with each breath she takes, the fabric clinging to their round shape. They look so soft.

I inhale deeply and catch her scent again. Sweet cherries mixed with something earthy and uniquely Bianca. I want to bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in for hours.

Fuck. I'm in so much trouble.

We're just sitting there, staring at each other in silence. Now I'm looking into her beautiful teal eyes, trying to memorize every detail of her face.

"Damn. You know you’re fucking gorgeous, right?" I murmur, and I move my hands from her back to grab her waist. My hands sink into her exposed, soft flesh where her crop top rides up, and god, her skin is so soft it's almost unreal. Smooth and warm and yielding under my fingers. She's got this narrow waist that my hands wrap around almost perfectly, but above and below it she's thick and curvy in ways that are actively making it difficult to think straight. My dick is already semi-hard just from having her in my lap, and I'm desperately hoping she can't tell.

"Obviously." She smirks at me, and I can hear that usual cockiness bleeding back into her voice. "Tell me something I don't know."

The familiar arrogance makes me smile. "I love you, Bianca. So much."

Her eyes widen, and the blush spreads further down her face. I can literally watch it happen, her pale skin turning pink. She opens her mouth, closes it, then tries again. "I—fuck." She looks away. "You too. I mean... shit. I love you too, okay?"

Hearing her struggle through those words is somehow even better than if she'd said them smoothly. My chest feels tight, and I know that I'm grinning like an idiot. "I've had the biggest fucking crush on you. For like... forever.”

I pull her closer, more aggressively this time. Possessively. My hands grip her waist tighter, and I can feel her body press more firmly against mine. Her breasts are pushing against my chest now, soft and heavy, and I have to resist the urge to just grab them. "You're mine now. You know that, right?"

"Fuck, Adam." She squirms slightly in my lap. "Stop talking like that."

"Why?"

"Because..." She bites her lip, and I watch her teeth sink into that plump bottom lip. "It's hot, okay? You’re making me so fucking horny."

Oh. Oh. My dick is now achingly hard, pressed between us, and I'm pretty sure she can feel exactly how turned on I am.

"And..." I tilt my head at her, grinning. "Is that supposed to be a bad thing?"

She exhales sharply through her nose. Making a sound that’s somewhere between amusement and frustration, and then her hands come up to cup my face. "You’re so fucking cute." She smiles at me genuinely. "Fuck, I can't—I'm not good at all this sappy romantic shit, okay? I love you. That’s all I got."

And now we're both blushing, quietly getting lost in each other's eyes.

Finally, before the atmosphere can get too intimate, I speak up. "So... should we find Selene? Tell her about..." I gesture vaguely between us.

Bianca immediately pinches my arm. Hard. I feel her nails dig into my skin through my sleeve.

"Ow! What the—"

"Don't fucking talk about other girls when I’m literally sitting on your lap, asshole." She glares at me, those teal eyes blazing.

"But we should probably—"

She puts a finger over my lips, pressing gently. "She'll be fine. Trust me. She can wait."

I'm still worried. "How do you know? What if—"

"I know my sister, dumbass. She'll be fine with it. More than fine, probably." Bianca's voice is certain, and I can hear the confidence in it. "So stop worrying about her and focus on me for now."

I decide to trust her. Bianca’s not the type to lie to me about something this important.

We start staring at each other again, and my self-control, which was already hanging by a thread, completely evaporates. I can't resist reaching down with my right hand to grab one of her thick thighs. The denim of her skinny jeans is in the way, but I can still feel the softness underneath, the way her flesh yields under my grip. They're so big, so thick, and I want to feel them without the jeans in the way, want to sink my fingers into that soft flesh and feel it give under my hands.

"Pervert," she says, but she's smiling.

"Yep." I don't bother denying it. I squeeze her thigh again, harder this time, watching her face for her reaction.

She leans in a little closer, and now I can feel her breath on my lips. Warm and sweet.

I keep my right hand on her thigh, squeezing again, but move my left hand up to her face. I press my thumb against those plump black lips, feeling how soft and yielding they are. They're slightly wet from her licking them. "I took your first kiss, didn't I?"

Her face goes red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. "So what if you did?"

The possessiveness surges through me again, hot and primal in my chest. Mine. She's mine. I took her first kiss, and I'm going to take everything else too. "Nothing. It just makes me happy."

I pull her closer, moving my left hand to the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her long black and green hair. We start leaning toward each other, and I can feel her breath getting faster.

"Just... relax, okay?" I whisper. "Don't overthink it."

"Okay," she breathes, and I can feel the word more than hear it.

"You're mine," I whisper again before closing the distance.

And fuck, it's so much better than the first time. Her lips are softer now, more pliant against mine. They're warm and wet and taste like cherries, sweet and perfect. We start gentle, slowly pressing our lips together, then pulling back slightly, then pressing again. I can feel the texture of her lips, the slight tackiness of her lip color, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine.

Holy shit. I'm kissing Bianca. Bianca is kissing me back. I might actually cry tears of happiness.

I move my lips against hers slowly, learning the shape of her mouth, the way she responds to pressure. When I press harder, she presses back. When I slow down, she follows my lead.

After only a few moments, Bianca starts getting more aggressive. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I can feel her nails scraping lightly against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. Then she grabs a handful of my hair and pulls forcefully, tilting my head back to get a better angle. The slight pain mixed with pleasure makes me groan into her mouth. She presses her lips against mine desperately, hungrily, and I can feel the increased pressure, the urgency in it.

Okay, so apparently gentle is over.

"Fuck," I whisper against her mouth.

I respond in kind. My left hand comes around to grab her choker, and I wrap my fingers around the leather and pull on it, using it to press her more tightly against me. The sheer dominance of the gesture makes my cock throb.

She whimpers into my mouth, and the sound is high and breathy and needy, and it destroys what's left of my sanity. The vibration of it travels from her lips to mine, and I swallow the sound, wanting to consume every part of her. Then she starts rolling her hips, grinding down against my erection, and the pressure is almost too much. I can feel the heat of her even through our clothes, and I match her rhythm without thinking, grinding up against her.

She gasps, breaking the kiss for a moment. Her lips are swollen and red where the black lip color has been kissed away. She's breathing hard, and I can feel her chest heaving against mine, those massive breasts pressing and releasing against me with each breath.

Fuck. I need more. I need her closer.

I kiss her again. Then I shift my weight and lift her, keeping our lips connected. My hands grip under her thighs, and I can feel the softness of them even through the jeans. I lie down on the couch, and she settles on top of me, her body covering mine.

Holy shit, this is heaven. I can feel every inch of her pressed against me. Her breasts are pillowed against my chest, soft and heavy and warm. Her thighs are on either side of my hips, gripping me. Her hands are in my hair, on my face, on my shoulders. Everywhere she touches leaves a trail of heat.

My right hand rests on her back, and I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her crop top. My left hand tangles in her hair again, and I use it to pull her face closer to mine.

"Love you," she murmurs against my lips.

We kiss again, deeper this time. I part my lips slightly, and she does the same. Our tongues are so close I can feel her breath inside my mouth.

She runs her tongue along my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and I groan.

I press my own tongue against hers, and the first touch is electric. Her tongue is wet and soft and alive, and the sensation of it sliding against mine makes my entire body light up.

She swirls the tip of her tongue around mine, teasing, deliberate. I can feel every movement, every flick and curl.

I need more. I press my tongue against hers more aggressively, stroking along the length of it, curling around it. We're really kissing now, tongues moving together, exploring each other's mouths. I can taste her, feel her, hear the small sounds she's making. Every time our tongues slide together, I feel a jolt of pleasure.

My right hand travels down from her back to her ass. Finally. I grab it shamelessly, squeezing hard. And fuck, it's even better than I imagined. It's so soft and round and full, filling my hand and overflowing. I can feel the curve of it, the weight of it, the way it jiggles slightly when I squeeze. Even through her jeans, I can tell how incredibly thick she is, how much there is to grab. I just want to rip those pants off and feel her bare skin, squeeze her without anything in the way.

She moans into my mouth, and I can feel the vibration of it travel through her entire body and into mine. The sound is deep and throaty and it makes my cock throb painfully.

Finally we break apart, gasping for air. A string of saliva connects our mouths, glistening in the light before it breaks. Her lips are swollen and red, her black lipstick almost completely gone now, and I can see my saliva on them, making them shine.

I grip her ass even tighter with both hands now, pulling her against me, grinding my hard cock against her, and she gasps again. I can feel every inch of her pressed against me, feel the heat between her legs even through both our pants.

"Mine," I whisper before burying my face in her neck. I press my lips against the soft skin there, kissing slowly. She smells so good here, that cherry scent mixed with something warmer, muskier. Her skin is soft and warm under my lips, and I can feel her pulse racing against my mouth. I kiss my way up her neck, enjoying the different textures, the smoothness of her skin, the slight dampness from sweat.

Bianca moans above me, and the sound is deep and throaty and so fucking sexy. "And you're mine, asshole." Her voice is rough, breathless. "Try to leave and I'll fucking kill you."

That shouldn't be as hot as it is, but fuck, it really is.

I nibble on her neck, careful not to bite too hard. I let my teeth graze her skin, then soothe it with my tongue. She tastes slightly salty from sweat. She moans louder, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I can feel her whole body shudder against mine.

"Fuck, that’s enough." She pushes away from me suddenly with surprising strength, and before I can process what's happening, before I can mourn the loss of her against me, she crashes her lips back onto mine with renewed intensity.

This kiss is messier, more desperate. Our teeth click together at first, then we adjust. Her tongue pushes into my mouth aggressively, and I meet it with my own. We're not being careful or gentle at all anymore, this is pure need. I can feel her desperation in the way she kisses me, the way she grinds against me, the way her hands grip my hair almost painfully.

My hands are roaming everywhere now. Up her back, feeling the curve of her spine through her crop top. Down to her ass again, squeezing and groping. Along her sides, my thumbs brushing against the sides of her breasts. She's so soft everywhere, and I want to touch every inch of her.

Time stops meaning anything. There's just sensation: the wet heat of her mouth, the softness of her body, the sounds she's making, her scent surrounding me, the taste of her on my tongue. My hands on her skin, her hands in my hair, the pressure of her body on mine, the friction between us building and building.

I can hear our breathing, harsh and rapid, mixing together. I can hear the small sounds she makes, her little gasps and moans and whimpers that drive me crazy. I can hear the wet sounds of our kissing, obscene and perfect.

She tastes so good. Feels so good. Smells so good. Sounds so good. Everything about her is overwhelming my senses, drowning me, and I never want it to stop.