No, You Don't

You meet Cody's gaze, shivering again under its **** as he looks back at you, his hands getting to work undoing your belt, popping the snap on your jeans and zipping open the fly. "L-Listen... Cody..." you say, swallowing your nervousness before continuing, "If... if we really are going to do this... just... just understand... I'm not... looking for a boyfriend right now..."

Cody begins pulling your jeans down, still looking you dead in the eye as he replies, "I didn't say I was looking for a girlfriend. Like I said... I want to FUCK you."

Okay, you think as you lift your hips, letting him slide your pants down your legs and leaving your lower body clad only in your white socks and red silk panties, you can deal with a one night stand.

Cody smirks again as he sees your choice in underwear, raising a forefinger and tracing the outline of your slit through the garment. "Still kinda convincing me that ending up like this was what you were looking for, Lisa," he teases both in words and with his actions.

You bite your lower lip as his actions send tingles of pleasure up your spine. You can't think of how to answer his accusation at this point because now you're starting to wonder if perhaps, subconsciously, there is a bit of truth to it. Another moan is drawn out of you as Cody continues teasing your womanhood, his forefinger being joined by his middle one as he rubs the silken material of your panties against your lower lips, tracing their shape in a maddeningly teasing way.

Eventually, he shifts his hands and starts pulling your panties down your legs. At the same time, you use the momentary break in his ministrations to lift your hands to your bunched up sweater, pulling it off over your head and letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor next to the couch. You can't deny it any longer, no matter what you may have been thinking originally, you want to be fucked now. You NEED to be fucked now.

Cody takes a moment to remove his own shirt, revealing his slender chest and flat stomach to you. You usually preferred more muscular men but you can't say his body is unattractive looking either. You gasp as he then slides back on the couch, taking hold of your legs and resting them on his shoulders as he meets your eyes with his once more... and then extends his tongue to start licking at your core.

It's quite the experience, feeling his tongue part your slit, sliding up and down the length a few times before penetrating you, wriggling against your inner walls as his lips press against your lower ones in a lewd kiss. All the while, his eyes drink in every shuddering squirm and every gasping moan you make as he eats you out, his naked desire to see you driven wild with pleasure somehow multiplying the sensations running through your body.

You can feel your core heating up, the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm coming on faster than you expected with anything other than your own fingers. A part of you wants to ride this out, to let him send you screaming over the edge with his lips and tongue... and yet... the thought of him fully claiming you, slamming his cock inside of you, is becoming harder and harder to resist as well.

Surely he'd give it to you if you asked... or begged.