Closer Ch. 04

"What do you need me to do?" he teased. His voice was heavy with lust.

"I need you...inside of me," she whispered the last part, unable to find her voice when he rubbed her clit harder.

"Aren't my fingers good enough?" he asked.

"I don't want your fingers," she exclaimed exasperated.

"What do you want?"

"I want your...I want--," she started, groaning loudly.

"Go ahead, say it," he ordered.

Kim groaned softly, pumping her body down to match the thrust of his fingers.

"I want your....your dick. I need your dick inside of me, please," she rushed out. Justin removed his fingers from her and she cried out at the lost contact. He chuckled softly, sending electricity through her ears. Just like he teased her, she would tease him.

She grabbed the hand he used to please her and brought one of his fingers to her mouth. She licked at the tip and sucked on it a little, pretending it was the heavenly cock God blessed him with. She brought her whole mouth down on his thick middle finger. She could taste her sweet juices that still remained. She smiled haughtily when she heard him groan at her actions.

Watching Kim suck on his finger was just as erotic as watching her suck on his cock. She had no idea how much he wished she'd move her mouth lower. She slowly bobbed her head on his finger and smiled up at him as she made her last up and down trip. She let his finger slip out of her mouth with an audible pop before licking her lips. Her luscious, luscious lips.

"Yummy," she whispered.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked in a strained voice. He lowered her down until she was laying flat against her clothes on the floor. The clothes would at least offer her some comfort.

"I think I have an idea," she replied with a small giggle. Justin buried his face in her neck, and began to lightly flick his tongue on her sensitive flesh. He buried himself in between her legs and rubbed his dick up and down her soaked slit. The friction was incredible, and she wanted more, no, she needed more. She bit her bottom lip, anticipating the moment he would surge forward and finally connect their bodies. The moment he finally did, it felt absolutely magical, and she swore she heard her back crack when it arched.

Justin groaned out against her flesh as he felt her muscles grip his cock like there was no tomorrow. God, she must have been custom made, just for him. He watched as different expressions crossed her beautiful features. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were closed. When she actually did open her eyes to look at him, he could feel all her love for him. It was powerful, intense and so, so sensual. Then when he would thrust to the hilt, he could see her eyes rolling back, and feel her fingernails dig into his skin.

"Ahh, ooh," she moaned out, barely above a whisper. She couldn't form any words. She couldn't even say his name. All her other senses were dulled, and the only thing she could do was feel. Feel the intense, mind-numbing pleasure he was providing. She bet most women spent lifetimes trying to find a partner that could make their bodies respond like this. She heard him grunt with another hard thrust.

Fuck, he wasn't going to last much longer. Every time she arched her hips to meet his, a jolt of electricity shot through his body. He brought one of his hands down to finger her clit. She moaned out louder and whispered something he couldn't comprehend. He rubbed in small circles and listened to her pant. When he felt her walls start to contract, he knew she was about reach her climax.

"Uh, fuck," she gasped, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. Her toes kept flexing as her mouth opened wider and she gasped out loud. Then, the first orgasm hit her with a bang, and her once silent bouts of pleasure were now filling the entire treehouse. She couldn't help but scream, moan and breathe heavily against the feeling. It was like her body had a mind of its own and refused to let her quiet herself down.

"Shit, oh, uh, fuck, Kim," Justin groaned out as he felt his dick jerk and his balls tighten. He could feel his seed filling her up to capacity, and coating her walls. He could feel her running her fingers through his hair, making his scalp tingle.

She finally came down from her orgasm and they laid there entangled in each other for the longest. She kissed him along his neck, all the way up to his ear lobe. She flicked lightly, and he chuckled softly. He waited a few more moments before he decided to actually pull out and stop crushing her.

She sat up and quietly pulled her clothes up from underneath her body. She searched for her panties and slipped them on. Next was her bra. She put on the bra and put the clasp together. As she performed this little procedure, something ticked. They just had sex, and they didn't use a condom! Holy shit!

"Justin," she whispered, worry lacing her voice. He immediately turned his head to look at her.

"Yeah."

She gulped down loudly and replied, "We forgot the condom." She saw his eyes widen before he closed his eyes tightly.

He mentally slapped himself. He was so wrapped up in her in that moment that he forgot the condom. He felt like a complete dumbass. He opened his eyes to meet Kim's worried eyes. He crawled over to her and rubbed her arm with his thumb in a slow, soothing motion.

"Umm, it-it's ok. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it," he exclaimed, trying to make her feel better.

Kim felt sick. She was always the one reminding him to use a condom and she forgot. Ugh, how could she let it happen? But, he did basically just promise to be there for her no matter what. Still, she had an icky feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach.

"Ok," she replied, looking down at her clothes. She reached for the clothing items and finished getting dressed.

They both situated themselves before descending the treehouse. Locked hand in hand, they walked through his backyard and into his house. She asked him if he would be able to drop her off at the apartment and he, of course, agreed.

The car ride was silent. In fact, they'd barely uttered words to each other after Kim mentioned their negligence with safe sex in the treehouse. They were too busy letting the reality sink in.

Kim was petrified. What if she got pregnant? She couldn't be a mother. Now way. Not now. She was only eighteen and lived in a rundown apartment with a bunch of crack heads. And Justin. He was leaving for college in a few months. If she got pregnant, she'd probably have to raise the baby by herself, and she was not prepared for that. They shouldn't have been having sex. Justin's own mom was pregnant for chrissakes. That should have been warning enough for them, but of course it slipped both their minds.

Of course, there was always the alternative. She violently shook her head from that thought. She could never abort a child. She wasn't pro-life or anything, but having something a part of her being ripped away was not something she could handle.

Then again, there was always the possibility that she was jumping the gun a little bit. She wasn't necessarily going to get pregnant. She'd known girls who never had protected sex and still had yet to conceive a child.

Justin glanced in Kim's direction every time they stopped at a red light. She looked so deep in thought and on edge. No doubt, it was about the little sexcapade in the tree. Honestly, he was worried too. If Kim got pregnant.... he couldn't even finish the thought. Kim would be a good mother, he knew it, but right now they weren't ready. Especially, if he was going to college and leaving her alone. She would have to raise their son or daughter all by herself and that wouldn't be fair to anyone involved.

They arrived at her apartment building and sat there in the car for a few moments.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Kim asked softly.

"Sure," Justin replied. Kim opened the car door and got out. She waited until Justin got out before she headed to the weathered building. As usual the inside smelled like cigarettes, weed, and urine. It was absolutely disgusting.

"Watch where you step," Kim warned. Justin nodded and continued to follow her up the stairs. They walked to her floor and made their way down the hall. All of a sudden, Justin stopped Kim dead in her tracks and sniffed loudly.

"Do you smell that?" he asked, sniffing again. Kim shook her head and watched as his face contorted in confusion.

"What? What do you smell?" she asked, looking around them.

"I think it's....smoke," he replied. "Yeah, I smell smoke," he continued. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he could've sworn he smelled something burning.

"Well, I don't smell anything. Come on, let's go," Kim stated. They continued walking towards her home and stopped just outside her door. She immediately held her nose and coughed loudly.

"Whoa, I think you're right. Something is burning," she exclaimed. She walked across from her apartment, towards Mrs. Marshall's apartment. Maybe she knew what was going on. She grabbed the knob and immediately flinched, letting it go. She whimpered and nursed her hand.

"Are you ok?" Justin asked, grabbing her hand and inspecting it. It wasn't badly burnt but it starting to turn a dark reddish color.

"Anita?!" Kim yelled. There was no answer and Kim was instantly concerned. She called out her name again and still there was no reply.

"Something might be wrong. We should get help," Justin stated, looking down at his petite girlfriend.

"Anita!" Kim hollered one more time. She walked over to a plant that sat next to the old woman's door. She knew her spare key was in there. Kim fished out the small silver key and slipped it into the door. She used her jacket to shield her hand from the hot doorknob, and twisted. As she pried the door open, she was immediately greeted with a cloud of black smoke and a smell that set her nostrils on fire. She could feel her eyes starting to water because of the dry atmosphere.

The one thing, or person she could actually make out was Mrs. Marshall laying on the ground in her living room. Kim rushed to the woman's side as Justin ran into the kitchen, trying to find the source of the smoke.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Marshall, are you ok? Can you hear me? We're gonna get you out of here, ok? Everything's gonna be fine," Kim cried.

Justin ran into the kitchen and found the smoke rising out of the oven. He grabbed the oven-mitts off the table and opened the small door. He reached inside and hurriedly grabbed the pan that contained the burnt cake. He set the pan on top of the stove and turned to oven off.

"Justin, help me," he heard Kim call out. He ran towards the living room and through all the smoke he could see Kim and Anita. Kim gripped the woman's shoulders and was trying her best to drag her out of the smoke invested room. He ran towards them and waved Kim away. He grabbed the unconscious woman and lifted her into a fireman's carry.

"Come on, we have to get out of here," he said, coughing slightly. Kim ran out into the hallway, coughing and gagging. Justin was close behind her, carrying the woman on his shoulder.

"We have to get her to the hospital," he said, as he strained to carry the woman down the hall. Kim could barely breathe and her eyes couldn't stop producing tears. She watched helplessly as Justin hurried out of the building with her friend on his shoulders. She followed and helped him put her in the car. She climbed in the backseat with Anita and did all she could for the woman. Surely, this was not how she pictured her graduation day.

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I hope you all enjoyed chapter 4 and I'll try my best to get chapter 5 out A.S.A.P. Don't forget to comment and rate. Remember constructive criticism is always welcome here.

FatalCharm