Baumgartner Generations: Henry, page 15
part #5 of The Baumgartners Series
“Uh-huh,” he agreed, stepping in and out of the way so she could close the door behind him. “Warm in here, though.”
“Warmer now,” she agreed, turning and putting her arms around his neck, pressing him against the door, her mouth seeking his. He kissed her slowly, lost in the soft exploration of her tongue, her hands already unzipping his jacket, caressing the hard planes of his belly as she pushed up his shirt.
“What, no small talk?” Henry teased, sliding his hands down to cup her ass through the silky material. “Aren’t we going to make popcorn, watch a movie, talk about politics?”
“I voted for Obama,” Toni confessed, sliding her fingers through his belt loops and pulling his pelvis in toward hers. “Do you think I need a spanking?”
“You just might.” He smirked. “You’re probably right—the last time we watched a movie, horrible things happened with butter.”
“Oh, I don’t know if it was so terrible.” Toni led him into the living room by his belt loop and Henry’s cock immediately perked up at her words. He hadn’t caught much of The Last Tango in Paris, considering where Toni’s hand had been the whole time, but he definitely knew Brando had anally raped his little affair on the apartment floor using only butter as a lubricant—and Toni thought, what? That was okay? Was she into that? Now he was curious.
“You want something to drink?” Toni offered, picking up a remote and turning on an iPod unit with it. She had a fire lit in the gas fireplace and it was quite warm. “Coke? Wine?” She lifted her own glass from the fireplace mantel. “Beer?”
“I’m underage,” he snorted. Not that it had ever stopped him before.
“Don’t remind me.” She laughed.
“Nah, I’m good,” he assured her, flopping down onto the couch. It was white, just like the carpet, and he thought it was a good thing they never had kids. Or maybe they had nice things because there were never any kids around to ruin them. It was sparsely furnished, just the couch and a table with a lamp—no television. Must not have had room for this stuff in her apartment, he thought.
“Yes, you are,” she teased. “Very good.”
She was watching him with hungry eyes. He knew that expression. Sometimes it would come over her in the middle of a tutoring session. He would catch her gaze moving down to the crotch of his jeans, that soft, dreamy look on her face. And the minute his eyes met hers, they turned greedy.
“Come here.” He patted the couch beside him and she made her way over, slow, sexy, that smile curled at the corner of her mouth. As she walked, she undid her robe, letting the silky material fall open. She was wearing a white see-through teddy underneath and panties to match. He could see her nipples and the dark triangle of her pubic hair.
“Mmmm.” Henry’s hand moved down over the crotch of his jeans, adjusting. With his other, he reached for her, catching the elastic edge of her panties. “Gimme.”
“Greedy boy.” She gently shoved his hand away, but damn, she was so hard to resist, the way her hips moved like that. “Don’t touch.”
She used the remote to turn up the iPod and then tossed it next to him on the couch. It was some blues song, nothing he recognized, but it had a steady beat that her hips seemed to sway to all on their own.
“God,” he breathed as she gyrated slowly between his thighs, lifting her long dark hair and letting it fall, dropping her robe off one shoulder, then the next. “You’re beautiful.”
She turned her back on him, letting her robe drop to her waist, then bending over as she let it slip over her ass and to the floor. Her panties were completely see-through—he could see the dark patch of her pubic hair—and wet. Already so wet. She slapped his hand away playfully again when he reached to touch her, so he decided to touch himself instead, unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock.
She gave him an appreciative look as he began to stroke it, but she clearly wasn’t done with her show. Her hands moved up her belly to cup her breasts through the see-through material. They were heavy and full without a bra, her nipples poking out nicely, and she teased them with the tips of her fingers.
The music changed, this song slower, and she held her hand out to him. He stood, shuffling forward before realizing his pants were around his knees. He went to take them off, but she sank to the floor before he got the chance, working them down, along with his boxers. He gaped as she slithered back up him like a snake, her cheek brushing against his crotch, her breasts sliding over his belly, her tongue tracing over his collarbone and finally touching his as they kissed.
“Dance with me,” she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck. Henry hadn’t danced with a girl since prom, and although he’d probably had a hard-on at the time, it certainly hadn’t been this exposed. Still, he put his hands at her waist, and discovered he didn’t have to do much anyway. Toni was doing all the dancing, writhing in his arms as they continued to kiss.
“Off,” she insisted, pushing his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head. Now he was completely naked. She had that greedy look again, her hands moving all over his skin—shoulders, arms, belly—and then reaching down to cup his balls and grab hold of his hard cock.
He moaned softly as she began to stroke it, nice and easy, in time to both the music and her hips. It was sexy as hell. When she sank slowly down onto the white carpet to take him into her mouth, there was a moment his knees wanted to buckle, but he grabbed a handful of her hair instead, biting his lip and closing his eyes against complete collapse. She wasn’t at it long, thank god, before she pulled him down to the rug, making him stretch out on his back before climbing on top of him.
His cock pointed straight up the ceiling and he had no idea what she was doing to it—although whatever it was, it felt fucking fantastic—because she had straddled his face, the see-through crotch of her panties poised directly over his mouth. He couldn’t resist, but when he went to take them off, or even pull them aside, she protested.
“Can I at least lick you through them?” he begged, his hips rocking in time with the gentle pull of her mouth.
“Okay,” she relented, her mouth full, and he pressed his tongue flat, working the crotch of her panties between her swollen lips, making the material even wetter with his saliva. She didn’t let him do that long either, though, turning around and straddling his hips this time.
“Well now you’ve got to take them off,” he teased as she ground her pelvis, his cock trapped between them. But she proved him wrong. The crotch of her panties slipped between her pussy lips and was growing ever wetter. She just positioned her swollen lips around his cock, undulating still, the sensitive head of his dick slipping again and again through that crevasse.
“Which do you like better?” she murmured. “My mouth or my pussy?”
He groaned, hands on her rolling hips. “How can I answer that?”
She reached between them to grasp his cock, leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his ear. “Have you ever been in a woman’s ass?”
“No,” he confessed, gulping. But the idea of it was blackly exciting.
“Want me to get the butter?” She chuckled as his cock jerked in her hand in response. His dick was answering for him.
“You’ve done that before?” he asked, gazing up at her.
“Yes.” She sounded excited. “It takes a lot of trust, but if you do it right—it’s incredible.”
He kept seeing it in his head, the puckered wink of her asshole when he was fucking her from behind. She’d asked him to put a finger there once, and he had, and she’d really seemed to like it.
“Come on.” She led him upstairs, which was even more sparsely furnished than the downstairs. There was just a twin mattress on the floor with a sheet and covers, unmade, and a small night table in the bedroom she obviously slept in when she was here. The room was dark, the only light from the full moon shining through the window. There were no blinds. Those were gone, too.
“I want to give this to you,” Toni whispered as they rolled together on the mattress. “I want to be your first.”
He wasn’t about to refuse her.
She opened the little night table and pulled out a bottle of KY, joking, “I think it’s been in there since my honeymoon. Bill and I never used it.”
He didn’t like thinking about her husband. He didn’t like thinking about her with anyone else but him.
In the dark, she rubbed his cock down with KY, making him slick and even harder in her hand. Then she was on her knees, her bottom in the air, her panties finally gone. His fingers probed—he couldn’t help it—dipping into the hot flesh of her cunt, her juices copious. He wanted to plunge into her right then, feel the hot hug of her pussy, but the thought of her asshole was too intriguing to pass up. And she was giving it to him willingly. As a gift. It made him feel kind of proud.
“Put your finger there,” she urged, and he did as he was told, feeling the muscles tighten involuntarily around the tip of his finger. Would it do that around his cock, too? He shivered.
“Fuck my ass with your finger.” Her words were whispered, a secret in the moonlight, and he began slowly moving in, up to his first knuckle, then his next, until his finger was all the way in. Then he began to pull it out. She moaned, rocking back, pressing it in again. She really seemed to like it.
“Now two,” she urged. “Use the KY.”
He found it on the mattress, squeezing some onto his fingers and rubbing them together. She gasped when he began to work the tips of two fingers into the tight clench of her ass. Toni took a deep breath and he felt her muscles relax, allowing his fingers to slip inside of her. His cock made an immediate association, throbbing in response.
“Yessss,” she moaned, rocking against his hand, taking his fingers all the way in, again and again. “That’s good. Oh god that’s good!”
He knelt up behind her, between her thighs, his fingers moving in deeper, at a different angle, making Toni buck. His cock, still slick with KY, was so hard he was leaking precum against her leg. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this now.
“Now your cock,” she insisted, slowing her motions, letting him withdraw his fingers. “Put it in...easy.”
Henry felt his way in the dark, moving his cock up and down her crack, finding the familiar give of her pussy without a problem and then moving further up, over the tight skin between, until he found the pucker of her ass. He felt her brace herself, her breathing ragged, and he used his thumb to press the head of his dick slowly against her.
“Ohhhhh!” she cried out as just the tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle. “God, you’re so fucking big!”
He flushed, his cock snugged nicely into her sphincter, holding her hips to steady them both. He waited, holding his breath.
“Okay,” she urged, starting to press back against him, pushing his cock deeper. “Okay, okay, yes. Do it.”
He groaned as he shifted his hips forward, feeling her flesh give. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt and he had to tighten every muscle in his body not to shoot his cum right then.
“Tight, huh?” Toni laughed and it made his eyes widen when she squeezed her muscles. “It can get even tighter.”
“It’s so hot,” he murmured, running both hands over her in the dark. He could see the white globes of her ass, lit up by the moonlight like rolling hills, and he was plunging into the valley between. Except it was more like a hot, humid cave. A very, very narrow one.
“Okay.” Toni wiggled her bottom into the saddle of his hips. He was all the way in her now, had plumbed her depths completely. Toni began, and his cock slicked slowly back out of her, wet with KY, the head rubbing deliciously under that hot circle of muscle and then sliding back in. “Now you can fuck me.”
He groaned, digging his fingers into her hips, giving himself some leverage. He wasn’t going to last long. There was no way. But he was going to enjoy the hell out of it until it was over.
“Come on, Henry,” she urged, and he felt her fingers against his balls, nudging them aside so she could play with her pussy. “Fuck my ass. Give me that hard cock.”
His hips began to move on their own and Toni moved with him, her soft cries of pleasure going directly to his swollen cock. Her breath came faster, faster, her fingers rubbing, her asshole so tight she squeezed him with every pass like he was a toothpaste tube she was determined to get every last bit of stuff from.
And it was working, the muscles of her pussy beginning to contract with her orgasm.
“Fuck me hard!” she begged. “Oh I’m gonna come! I’m gonna—”
Henry shuddered as her ass contracted, too, milking his cock with every spasm. He grunted and spilled his cum into the hot clench of her asshole. Beneath him, Toni quivered, whimpering, and collapsed onto the mattress.
When Henry curled himself around her, still panting, she pulled the sheet up. They were both sweaty, their bodies slick.
“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
She chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
He didn’t want her to misunderstand. “For that, but…for…everything.”
She reached back and stroked his cheek. “You’re welcome.”
There wasn’t anything else left to say. They slept as the snow fell outside and blanketed everything in white silence.
* * * *
“I just gotta make it to this weekend’s game.” Dean kept his voice low, reaching over and taking one of Henry’s fries. “Then I can pay you back. With frickin’ interest if you want.”
“Come on, man.” Henry snatched his fries off his tray before Dean could sneak another one. “You’re into me for five hundred already. How much more do you want?”
“I just need another five to hold them off. In cash. Nothing I have is liquid. It’s all been…committed elsewhere.”
Henry sat back, chewing thoughtfully. He just didn’t have it. His parents were already angry about his disappearing savings account and they’d told him they weren’t putting any more money into it until he paid them back. He had no idea how he was going to do that—unless Dean managed to actually win big. So far, that hadn’t happened.
“I don’t have it.” Henry gulped. “I’m sorry.”
Dean closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. When he opened them, they burned into Henry’s. “It’s a sure thing. I’m telling you. I promise you will get your money back.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Dean glanced around. They were alone at the table, but there were people all around them. He dropped his voice, leaning in. “Because we’re going to lose the game.”
“We?” Henry munched another fry.
“Shh!” Dean grimaced. “Saturday’s game.”
Henry contemplated it. Dean had a football game on Saturday—U of M against EMU. Then it dawned on him.
Henry’s jaw dropped. “You’re throwing the game against Eastern?”
“Shhh!” Dean nudged him with his knee under the table.
Henry immediately dropped his voice. “How?”
“You know my study group?” Dean’s smile was small and tight, waiting for Henry to connect the dots. He’d supposedly been going to a calculus study group for a few weeks, but Henry knew it had to be a cover for something, because Dean didn’t study. He’d said it was mostly guys from the fraternity, all football players…
All football players. Henry gaped at him.
“Eastern has had only had one winning season in twenty years. They’ve gone through eight coaches.” Dean’s grin widened. “Do you know how big this payoff is going to be?”
It wasn’t impossible. Dean had a lot of influence—a lot. He could see him seducing players into jeopardizing the rest of their lives, their careers, for a big payoff.
“I just need five-hundred more,” Dean insisted. “And I can hold the bastards off until after the game.”
“And then you’re done with gambling forever, right?” Henry asked sarcastically.
Dean held up two fingers and saluted. “Scout’s honor.”
“I’m tapped out.” Henry shrugged helplessly. “I can’t borrow any more from my parents.”
“Then borrow it from your girlfriend.”
“Who?” Henry blinked at him, sure he was making a crack about Libby, who still hadn’t called him, even though he’d called her and left a message twice since they’d gotten back. So much for getting together after break.
“Professor Franklin.” Dean’s words turned Henry’s blood to ice. He doesn’t know, Henry thought, panicked. He can’t know! “I’m sure she’d be willing to help you out.”
Henry could barely speak the words. “What? I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can.” Dean leaned back in his chair, stretching, casual-seeming, but every move he made was calculated. “You know, I don’t think she’d be too happy if the university found out what she’s doing with you.”
“You mean…” Henry gulped. How? How could he know? “Tutoring me?”
“No.” Dean’s eyes flashed. “I mean fucking you.”
Henry stared. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Dean knew, but he did.
“Listen, it’s just five-hundred.” Dean’s voice turned friendly again—just a conversation between amigos. Never mind that Henry had that sick feeling in his gut like someone had just racked his nuts. “Just ask her. Okay?”
What else was he supposed to say? “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks.” Dean leaned forward and clapped Henry on the shoulder. “Really, thanks.”
Henry stood, leaving the rest of his lunch. “I gotta go.”
* * * *
Toni’s apartment was small, but she said she liked it better than the big empty house she’d lived in with her ex, and he believed her.
“You’ll meet your soulmate some day,” she whispered to him in the dark. The bed was full and high—and it squeaked like they were squishing a thousand mice when they fucked. It made them both laugh so hard they often had to move to the floor to finish. “I promise, you will.”
Henry knew it had been a bad idea to tell her that Dean was asking him for money for gambling debts, and that he just might know what was going on between them—but he’d had a feeling this was coming anyway. Nothing could burn this hot, this fast, and last very long. Of course, he hadn’t told her about the game. That one was like an anvil on his chest, a paralyzing weight.
