Get Hype

Peter whistled as he followed Hannah in through the door, the whole apartment lighting up as she casually flicked the switches on the wall as she passed. The short entrance way led to an open plan kitchen, dining area and living space, though it was structured in a short ‘L’ shape so that he couldn’t see all of the living area at first. Along the longest wall were stairs, but most impressive were the windows that lined the bottom of the shape, allowing a spectacular view of the town as Peter had never seen it before. And best of all, Ashley and the others were nowhere to be found.

“You’ve come a long way from suburbs,” Peter remarked, taking a few tentative steps forward, feeling like he was on hallowed ground, that, at any minute, someone was going to burst in and bust them for trespassing.

“Robert has been very good to me. He said he wanted me close, in case of emergencies. And I didn’t have my own car, so he set me up with one of those too. This has been an amazing opportunity, to experience working at the very highest level of business. I’ll miss it when I go back after Spring Break,” Hannah explained, her heels clicking against the floor as she crossed into the kitchen. She opened up a cupboard and lifted out two glasses. “Let’s have another drink before we continue.”

“Sure, sure,” Peter said absently, as he came to where the living area began and peered down into the end he couldn’t previously see. “You’re not fucking Robert, are you?”

“Jealous?” Hannah teased as she retrieved a bottle of wine. “Don’t be. I thought there was some interest, but then Heather got in the way.”

“You are almost twenty years his junior…” Peter’s voice trailed off as he saw a head of blonde peek up from behind one of the sofas. Only then did his eyes notice the laptop sitting on the coffee table. He glimpsed over his shoulder at Hannah, checking that she was busy pouring the wine, and then looked back to the little sister who was feverishly motioning across her neck with her hand, instructing Peter to abort his current course.

“So is Heather…” Hannah mumbled as she set down the bottle, looking up just in time to see Peter rushing towards her.

“On second thoughts, forget the wine,” he took her hands and turned her so that her back was to the living area. “Let’s just cut to the chase. We both know what we came here for, right?”

“I’ve already poured the wine, so we may as well drink it. Besides, what happened to your sense of romance?” Hannah chuckled, simply standing in the kitchen hand in hand with Peter. Then with a soft, silent realisation, her head began to turn towards the sofas. “Wait…I thought I left the laptop up stairs…”

Doing the only thing he could think of, Peter grabbed Hannah’s face and pulled it to his, planting a firm kiss directly on her lips. Her eyes widened for a moment, the kiss unexpected, especially from Peter who had never been his presumptive during their relationship. After the initial surprise however, her expression softened, eyes fluttering closed as her lips parted and they kissed deeper. Feeling her acceptance, his hands released her face, and slid down to her waist, her body just as tight and warm as he remembered it. As their kisses became more impassioned, their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, tasting the beers from the bar in each other’s mouths.

Instinct and memory took over from rear and thought as their bodies pressed closer together. Peter’s hands wrapped around her back, his fingers catching and pulling at the zipper, moving down to the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass. He slipped the straps down over her shoulders, breaking the kiss for a moment just to look in her eyes, seeing the lust and desire as the top of the dress peeled away, baring her lace bra. Leaning back in for another kiss, his hips ground against her, allowing her to feel the stiff cock beneath the denim of his jeans.

Their desire ramped up, and so too then did their actions, rapidly undressing each other. Peter reached around again, his fingertips trailing over her skin until he came to the clasp of her bra, nimbly and confidently parting the straps as he had done so many times when they were dating. Hannah let the clothing fall from her arms, one arm at a time, as her hands undid his belt and pried open the buttons on his jeans. They parted, his bulging underwear pressing out through the opening but before Hannah could go any further Peter hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter, her naked back still to the living room.

His hands went back to her waist, sliding to her hips as he took a grip of her dress. Understanding his intentions, Hannah lifted her ass, allowing him to slip the bottom of her dress down her legs, and with it, he tugged down her underwear, leaving the gorgeous, curvaceous blonde naked on the kitchen counter, except for her heels. She brought one leg up, balancing the heel on the counter top, while Peter spread the other leg, lowering himself onto the floor, eye to eye with Hannah’s glistening puss.

Biting her lip with anticipation, she watched him lean in, though he didn’t go straight for her lower lips. Peter knew better than that, teasing her with kisses along her thigh, drawing from the knee inwards towards the warm, pulsing centre. Even then he stopped short of actually tasting her again, and moved to the other leg, rising up slightly to kiss her knee again, and planting a series of kisses downwards until once again he was back where he’d began, eye to eye with Hannah’s lips, the laboured breathing of the young woman telling him that she was even hungrier for his touch than before.

Once he had no where to go but the glorious dripping hole between her legs, he paused, an inch from her mound, his hot, staggered breaths teasing her sensitive flesh. She growled as he planted a soft tender kiss beside her labia, leaving a wet, circular trail around her pussy. The tension wound up tight in the pit of her stomach, her puss gaping and opening just from the wait, begging to be filled. Peter paused again, drawing back and allowing his breathing to flutter over her sensitive mound again, this time blowing against her clit. The blonde shuddered upon the countertop, as if his breaths were rippling right through her whole body.

Unable to take it any longer, Hannah grabbed Peter’s head and shoved his face tight against her puss, laying one leg over his shoulders to hold him in place. Smiling, and with no escape, Peter pressed his lips against her clit, parting them just enough to allow his tongue to slide out and run over the hard, sensitive nub atop her lips. He licked a little harder, hearing the relieved, delighted little moan that rose from Hannah’s throat. Her whole body vibrated against his face as he gently lapped against her with his tongue, the build-up and teasing meaning that just the slightest touch was sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her bones.

Gradually his licking became longer, still loving and luxurious, but drawing up from her lips towards her clit, parting her flaps as he moved closer and closer to her entrance with each successive lick. Hannah moaned again, louder, clearer, her leg fluctuating between holding him tight between her thighs and losing all power all together as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He danced around her entrance, tasting the juices that had already begun leaking out from her overheated arousal. He moved back to her clit, sending a shockwave through her body, and then dropped again to her hole, licking in circles and feeling her hips buck, pushing her mound harder against his face, trying to **** his tongue inside.

He alternated, back and forth a few times, clit, then entrance, nub then hole, two very different sensations, electric fork lightning verses a swirling wave, like a waterfall crashing into a whirlpool, both immensely pleasurable. She howled, a low exhale, delighting in the attention but feeling so utterly **** and needy that this pleasure wasn’t enough. And for her patience, though she hadn’t been that patient, but Peter really wanted to taste her, he rewarded her by pressing in tongue into her welcoming hole, her juices leaking directly onto his taste buds. Strawberries and cream; just like how he’d remembered.

Her pussy received him gladly, widening to accept his penetrating tongue, then instantly clamping down around the thick, meaty shape as the mere feeling of something, anything, pushing inside her sent pulses of pleasure surging through her body after all the build-up. He stabbed, sliding his tongue in and out of her, her fluid leaking out over his lips and dripping from his chin. Her leg fell away from his shoulder, too wrapped up in her own pleasure to hold him down. Her thighs spread for him, though her hand remained on his head, his hair tangled in her fingers as she scratched his crown, like petting a good, obedient dog.

“Wow, whoa, w-wait…” she said abruptly, shuffling further on to the counter, away from the tongue she craved so badly. “Let me return the favour.”

Peter smiled as he stood, his eyes flickering back to the living area, where Ashley had once again popped out of her hiding place. She motioned at him again, this time towards the stairs, indicating that Peter should move this to the next level. He felt a little disappointed. Hannah had always given superb blowjobs, but the mission was what mattered. Begrudgingly, he stepped back, away from Hannah’s hands as they reached to finish the job she’d started earlier.

“We both know you were about to cum,” Peter insisted with a smirk. “Let’s take this upstairs so I can finish the job and win this game of yours.”

“Even if I did cum, the game doesn’t start until you’re inside me,” Hannah shot back as she spread her legs as wide as she could on the counter, mounting her heeled feet on an edge at either side of her gorgeous young body. “And, you’re doing yourself a misjustice. I could have sucked you off and gotten you off, and you might have had a little more stamina for the main event.”

“Or you’d have stopped short of finishing,” Peter argued shrewdly. “Giving yourself some much needed rest while leaving me ready to pop. But I’m going to fuck you and win fair and square.”

“I don’t need tricks to win. Remember you never once won this game while we were dating,” Hannah remarked, biting her lip as she reached down and spread her lips. “But if you really want me to prove it, there’s no need to go upstairs. You can fuck me right here on the counter. You had me so close, I should be cumming in seconds, right?”

“Right…” Peter mumbled as he stepped between her legs, unable to take his eyes from her dripping hole. A delighted yelp rose from her lips when Peter grabbed her ass and pulled her back to the edge, his cockhead an inch from her entrance. Her hand moved from rubbing herself to stroking his cock, pulling his dick out through his underwear as she tried to slide him inside.

Behind Hannah, Ashley signalled ‘no’ and ‘stop’. Peter knew that he should, that he should find some way to move this upstairs so that the others could get back to work. But with his dick this close to her pussy, all the blood was rushing away from his brain to his other head. Right now, he wasn’t sure which one was in control.