No Turning Back

Kelly reaches the top of the stairs first.

You follow behind her as she walks toward the bedroom. Your attention drops almost immediately to her shorts and the way her ass moves with each step. After everything she did downstairs, you don’t exactly feel guilty about staring anymore. If anything, the view reminds you why following her upstairs had been such an easy decision.

Just before reaching the bedroom, Kelly glances back and catches your eyes somewhere considerably lower than her face.

“Seriously?” Kelly asks with a grin.

“What?” you ask.

“You know what,” Kelly replies.

“You spent half the night shaking it in my face,” you point out.

“And apparently it worked,” Kelly says.

She turns forward again, but not before giving her hips a small, deliberate sway as she takes the last few steps toward the bedroom.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” you say.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kelly replies without looking back.

“Bullshit,” you say.

Kelly laughs as she walks into the bedroom.

You follow her inside, and she turns around almost immediately and reaches for you, grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling you into another kiss. You put your hands around her waist as she presses herself against you, and within seconds the conversation downstairs feels much farther away.

She walks backward while kissing you until the backs of her legs reach the edge of the bed. Instead of sitting, she breaks the kiss and glances past you.

“Door,” Kelly says.

You look behind you.

“Right,” you reply.

You turn around and close it.

When you face her again, she’s still standing beside the bed watching you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” Kelly replies.

“You’ve officially lost the right to say that,” you tell her.

“Why?” Kelly asks.

“Because every time you say ‘nothing,’ you’re about to do something,” you reply.

“That isn’t true,” Kelly says.

You give her a look.

“Okay, it’s a little true,” Kelly admits.

You walk back toward her.

“A little?” you ask.

“Don’t push it,” Kelly replies with a smile.

You reach her and kiss her again.

This time, neither of you has anywhere else to go.

Her arms move around your shoulders as yours settle against her waist. You pull her closer, letting one hand slide around her side and across her back while the other moves lower. When your hand reaches her ass, you hesitate for only a second before grabbing her over her shorts.

Kelly makes a quiet sound against your lips and presses herself closer rather than pulling away.

“There you go,” Kelly murmurs as the kiss breaks.

“What?” you ask.

“You finally stopped pretending you didn’t want to do that,” Kelly replies.

“I don’t remember pretending,” you say.

“Fair,” Kelly admits before kissing you again.

You squeeze her ass again as she pulls you closer. Your other hand moves up her side, eventually reaching her chest. You let your palm settle over one of her breasts through her shirt and bra, feeling the shape of it beneath the fabric before gently squeezing.

She immediately notices the change in your breathing.

“You like those too?” Kelly asks with a teasing smile.

“Do you really need to ask?” you reply.

“No,” Kelly admits. “But I like hearing the answer.”

You kiss her again as your hand remains against her breast. She presses into your touch while your other hand stays against her ass, and for a while you simply explore her over her clothes as the kiss becomes increasingly heated.

Eventually, Kelly catches the bottom of her shirt and pulls away.

“This is getting in the way,” Kelly says.

“I wasn’t going to complain,” you reply.

“I know you weren’t,” Kelly says.

She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it onto the bed.

For a moment, you simply look at her.

The push-up bra underneath fits tightly around her chest, lifting her breasts high and pushing them firmly together. The cups shape everything into a full, rounded silhouette, while the low center leaves a deep line of cleavage between them. With her shirt gone, you can see just how much the bra emphasizes her chest, holding everything up and forward in a way that makes it difficult to look anywhere else.

Your first thought is that she had to know exactly what that bra was doing when she put it on.

Judging by the expression on her face, she definitely knows now.

“Wow,” you say.

Kelly looks down at herself and then back at you.

“Just ‘wow’?” Kelly asks.

“I’m thinking,” you reply.

“Less thinking,” Kelly says as she steps closer. “More watching.”

She takes a small step back and brings both hands to her chest, deliberately squeezing the cups of the push-up bra together. Her breasts press inward, making the already deep cleavage between them even more pronounced.

She looks down at what she’s doing and then back at you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Better?” Kelly asks.

“You know the answer,” you reply.

“I want to hear it,” Kelly says as she squeezes them together again.

“Yes,” you admit. “Better.”

“There we go,” Kelly replies with a satisfied smile.

She keeps her hands there for another moment, adjusting and squeezing the bra as she deliberately shows herself off to you. Every movement pushes her chest higher and deepens the cleavage that already has most of your attention. She catches your eyes following her hands and smiles wider.

“I thought you said less staring,” you say.

“I said more watching,” Kelly corrects you.

“Important difference?” you ask.

“Very,” Kelly replies.

She gives the bra one last playful squeeze before finally letting go.

You reach for her. Your hands settle against her waist first before one moves upward. You cup her breast through the bra, feeling the padded cup beneath your palm as you squeeze gently.

Kelly watches your face instead of your hand.

“You’ve wanted to do that for a while, haven’t you?” Kelly asks.

“Maybe,” you reply.

“Don’t steal my answers,” Kelly says.

“Fine,” you reply. “Yes.”

“Better,” Kelly says.

You squeeze again, letting your thumb move along the edge of the bra before your hand shifts to her other breast. She pushes her chest slightly into your palm, clearly enjoying both the attention and the fact that you’re having such a hard time looking away.

“You know, for somebody who kept telling me ‘eyes up here’ downstairs, you’re really encouraging the opposite now,” you say.

“That was downstairs,” Kelly replies.

“Different rules up here?” you ask.

“Very different rules,” Kelly says.

She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you into another kiss.

Your hands move between her waist, her ass, and her chest as the two of you kiss. Every time you squeeze her through the bra, she reacts by pressing closer, while your other hand repeatedly finds its way back to her ass beneath the tight fabric of her shorts.

Eventually, Kelly backs toward the bed until she sits on the edge, pulling you closer with her.

You stop between her knees.

She looks up at you.

“This is different,” Kelly says.

“What is?” you ask.

“You being the one standing over me for once,” Kelly replies.

“You spent half the night sitting on me,” you say.

“I know,” Kelly replies. “I liked it.”

“I noticed,” you say.

She smiles before grabbing your shirt again and pulling you down into another kiss.

You lean toward her, and she shifts farther onto the bed to make room. Before long, the two of you are sitting together, kissing between quiet laughs whenever one of you has to reposition.

The urgency from downstairs is still there, but neither of you is rushing. You know there is a limit on how long you have the house to yourselves, yet there is still enough time for Kelly to enjoy taking her time with you.

She pulls away from another kiss and catches you looking down at her chest again.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Kelly asks.

“Not when you keep putting them right in front of me,” you reply.

“That’s kind of the point,” Kelly says.

She squeezes the cups of her bra together once more, watching your eyes follow the movement.

“You really like teasing me,” you say.

“I’m starting to think I like showing off for you too,” Kelly replies.

“Starting?” you ask.

“Okay,” Kelly says with a laugh. “Maybe I figured that out downstairs.”

She releases her bra and moves closer again, kissing you while your hands return to her body. One settles against her breast while the other moves behind her and grabs her ass. She shifts against you as you squeeze both, and the playful teasing gradually gives way to another long kiss.

Eventually, Kelly draws back and looks you over. Her loose hair has become slightly messy, and the playful confidence in her expression has only grown since you entered the bedroom.

“What?” you ask.

“I’m looking,” Kelly replies.

“You made fun of me for that downstairs,” you remind her.

“I said eyes up here,” Kelly replies. “I never said I was going to follow my own rules.”

“That seems unfair,” you say.

“Probably,” Kelly agrees.

Her eyes travel down you again before returning to your face.

“You know what I was thinking about downstairs?” Kelly asks.

“Which part?” you ask.

“When I was sitting on your lap,” Kelly replies.

“That doesn’t narrow it down much,” you say.

“Exactly,” Kelly replies with a grin.

She lets the joke sit for a moment before leaning closer.

“I kept thinking about what I wanted to do if we actually came up here,” Kelly says.

“And now we’re here,” you reply.

“Now we’re here,” Kelly agrees.

You watch her for a second.

“So what did you want to do?” you ask.

Her smile changes immediately.

“You really want me to answer that?” Kelly asks.

“You brought it up,” you reply.

“I did,” Kelly says.

She moves closer and lowers her voice.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” Kelly asks.

For a second, all you can do is look at her. After all the teasing downstairs, hearing her ask the question that directly still catches you off guard.

Kelly smiles when she sees your reaction.

“Well?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you answer. “I do.”

“Yeah?” Kelly asks.

“Definitely,” you reply.

“Good,” Kelly says. “Because I really wanted you to say yes.”

She kisses you again, but only briefly. When she pulls away, her hands slide down your sides until they reach the waistband of your bottoms.

“Come here,” Kelly says.

You shift closer to the edge of the bed while she starts helping you out of them. You lift yourself enough to make it easier, and together you work them down your legs before kicking them the rest of the way off.

That leaves you sitting beside her in your shirt and boxers.

Kelly looks down at you, then slowly back up to your face.

Her hand settles against your thigh as she leans closer and kisses you once more. The offer she just made hangs unmistakably between you now, and judging by the expression on her face, she has no intention of making you wait much longer.

When the kiss breaks, Kelly stays close, her confidence written all over her face.

“You know I’ve never not made a guy cum with my mouth before?” Kelly asks.

“That’s a hell of a claim,” you reply.

“You don’t believe me?” Kelly asks.

“I think I need you to prove it,” you reply.

Kelly smiles as she steps between your knees. She clearly likes the challenge. More than that, she likes knowing you’re watching her and makes no attempt to hide how badly she wants you.

“Maybe I should, then,” Kelly says.

Her smile widens. She places both hands on your thighs and holds your eyes as she slowly lowers herself onto her knees in front of you.

“Still want me to prove it?” Kelly asks.

“Absolutely,” you reply.

“Good,” Kelly says.

Still kneeling between your legs, she reaches for the waistband of your boxers and starts pulling them down. You lift your hips to help her, and she works them down your legs before tossing them aside with the rest of your clothes.

Her eyes immediately drop, and she takes a moment to check out your boner.

She grabs hold of your hard cock for the first time and gives it a few gentle strokes, watching the way it twitches in her hand. She slowly looks back up at you, and the confident smile on her face makes it obvious she likes what she sees.

She settles back onto her knees between your legs and moves a little closer, continuing the slow strokes.

“Ready?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Then let me prove it,” Kelly says.

She leans forward, and the smug confidence on her face tells you she has every intention of backing up everything she just said.

She lowers her head and puts her mouth on you for the first time, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of your cock.

Your reaction is immediate. Your hands tighten against the edge of the bed as she gets to work, and Kelly glances up at you almost immediately. The look on your face seems to be exactly what she was hoping for.

Rather than rushing, she keeps teasing you with kisses, slowly working her way down the length of your cock until she reaches your balls. Her hand keeps tugging gently on your cock while she kisses and sucks on your balls, taking her time and watching how strongly you react.

She takes her time at first, deliberately paying attention to every reaction she gets out of you. Whenever your breathing changes or your body tenses, the corner of her mouth pulls into a satisfied smile. She isn’t guessing anymore. She’s figuring out exactly what gets the strongest response and sticking with it.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

Kelly pauses just long enough to look up at you.

“Good?” Kelly asks, even though her expression makes it obvious she already knows the answer.

“You know it is,” you reply.

“I do,” Kelly says with a grin.

She goes right back to proving her point.

She runs her tongue all the way from the base of your hard cock to the tip before taking it back into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. After a moment, she pulls you from her mouth again and plants a trail of gentle kisses along the side of your length.

You lean back slightly, trying to relax, but that becomes increasingly difficult. Every time you start getting used to what she’s doing, she changes something just enough to catch you off guard again. She keeps watching you whenever she can, clearly enjoying the fact that the confidence she had a few minutes ago was completely justified.

When she takes you into her mouth again, she starts sucking harder, steadily building the pressure around your cock while continuing to work her tongue with you in her mouth.

Your hand eventually finds its way into her loose hair. You don’t force her anywhere; you simply run your fingers through it and hold it away from her face. Kelly glances up at you again, and the expression in her eyes only makes the situation worse.

“Jesus Christ,” you say.

She stops again, but only for a second.

“Still think I was talking a big game?” Kelly asks.

“No,” you admit.

“That’s what I thought,” Kelly replies.

She takes you back into her mouth and gradually starts taking you deeper into her throat. When she pushes herself a little too far, she gags softly and pulls you back out. Thin strands of saliva briefly stretch between her mouth and your cock before breaking, and she keeps stroking you with her hand while she catches her breath.

She continues for a while without saying anything else, apparently deciding that your reactions are enough of an answer. You try to keep yourself under control, but every few seconds she manages to pull another involuntary reaction out of you.

At one point, you close your eyes and let your head fall back.

“Hey,” Kelly says.

You open your eyes and look down at her.

“Watch me,” Kelly says.

The confidence in her expression makes it obvious this isn’t shyness or a request for reassurance. She already knows exactly how sexy you think she is, and right now she wants to make sure you get the full view.

“You want me to watch?” you ask.

“I know you like looking at me,” Kelly replies with a grin. “So look.”

You do.

This time, you keep your eyes on her. She clearly enjoys having your attention almost as much as she enjoys seeing your reactions, and the fact that she knows exactly what she looks like only makes it harder to look anywhere else.

Your eyes stay on her face for a moment before you let yourself look. Her loose hair falls around her shoulders, slightly messy from your fingers running through it, and the way she’s positioned makes the push-up bra impossible to ignore. Her breasts are still lifted tightly together inside it, leaving the same deep cleavage she spent half the night deliberately showing off to you.

Your eyes move lower before slowly traveling back up her body. Between the bra, her bare stomach, the shorts still riding high on her thighs, and the confident look she gives you when she catches you checking her out, she looks every bit as good as she clearly knows she does.

Kelly lets you stare. She doesn’t cover herself or pretend not to notice. Instead, she subtly straightens her back and gives you an even better view, watching your eyes move over her with a satisfied smile.

Your fingers tighten slightly in her hair before relaxing again. She keeps watching your face whenever she can, taking her time and clearly enjoying how much harder it is for you to keep your composure when she knows you’re watching her.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” you say.

“I know,” Kelly replies with a satisfied smile.

She looks far too pleased with herself as she continues, and before long, you realize she’s getting dangerously close to proving the exact claim she made.

She feels your cock begin to pulsate while it’s still in her mouth. The change is small, but she notices immediately, and the look she gives you makes it obvious she knows exactly what it means.

Your breathing becomes heavier, and your grip on the edge of the bed tightens. Kelly notices immediately.

Of course she does.

She has been watching for it.

“Fuck, hold on,” you say.

Kelly stops and looks up at you. She keeps her hand on you for another second before finally making herself stop too.

“You’re close?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you admit, still trying to catch your breath. “Really close.”

A satisfied smile immediately spreads across her face. For a second, she looks genuinely tempted to ignore the warning and keep going. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and after spending the last several minutes bragging about how good she is, part of her clearly wants to finish proving it.

“I really want to keep going,” Kelly admits.

“I can tell,” you reply.

She laughs quietly, but she still looks conflicted. Her eyes drop for another moment before coming back to yours.

“I could finish this right now,” Kelly says.

That gets another satisfied smile out of her, but after a second she shakes her head.

“But no,” Kelly says. “I want more than this.”

You look at her.

“More?” you ask.

Kelly rises from between your legs and moves closer.

“I still want to fuck you,” Kelly says.

The way she says it makes the decision sound settled.

“Then maybe you should stop while you still can,” you reply.

“Then make me,” Kelly says, giving you one last reluctant look. “Because I’m really close to changing my mind.”

You don’t give her the chance. You reach for her and pull her up toward you, and Kelly laughs as she lets you guide her onto the bed.

“Okay, okay,” Kelly says with a laugh. “You win.”

“For once,” you reply.

She climbs over you, her loose hair falling around her face as she settles against you. The satisfied smile on her face makes it obvious that being pulled away from what she was doing isn’t much of a disappointment when this is what she wanted next anyway.

“You sure you’re okay leaving your perfect record unfinished?” you ask.

“For now,” Kelly replies. “I’ve got something else I want more.”

She leans down and kisses you, cutting off anything else you might have said. You put your hands around her waist and pull her closer, and she laughs quietly against your lips before kissing you again.

When the kiss finally breaks, she stays hovering over you. The teasing expression is still there, but now there is something more deliberate behind it.

“You know what I want?” Kelly asks, still hovering over you.

“What’s that?” you ask.

She holds your eyes for a moment. After all the teasing and joking between you, there isn’t much playful uncertainty left in her expression anymore. She knows exactly what she wants, and she clearly wants you to hear her say it.

“I want you to fuck me,” Kelly says.

You stare at her for half a second, even though the answer shouldn’t surprise you anymore.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Kelly replies with a smile. “That’s what I’ve been wanting since we came up here.”

She doesn’t give you much time to answer before leaning down and kissing you again.