The F#ck It List: The Complete Story (2 page)

H
e helps
me off the couch, leaving the porn playing on the TV, and leads me to his room. I sit on the bed I've been on a thousand times, watching him with wide eyes. Nerves flutter through me. Are we really doing this? Am I about to cross a line that will ruin things between us? The worries and doubts I thought I’d left behind in the living room swirl through my head. Is it too soon? I just broke up with Adam, shouldn't I mourn a little more?

My eyes dart about as I take in my surroundings, the room I've been in a thousand times, the bed I've crashed on over and over. The familiar royal blue comforter, the chrome headboard, the grey dresser, his bookcase warping from the weight of the insane amount of books he shoves on there.

I'm comfortable here, everything is familiar, nothing scary or overwhelming.

Just like Scott.

This is Scott. Nothing bad can happen in here, with him. I'm safe and cared for in this room. I always have been and always will be.

Nothing can change that. Nothing can change us. Our bond is too strong and special for anything to ruin it.

He smiles again, this time with a tenderness meant to soothe, stepping between my legs. His hands run up my arms until they cup my jaw. He bends down and presses his lips to mine, soft and sweet.

Oh my God. I’m kissing Scott.

It takes a second to recover, but I do, reaching up to wind my arms around his neck, inhaling his scent of mint shampoo. My mouth opens beneath his and his tongue slips inside, dancing with mine. I've never been kissed like this before. With such care, with such skill. I want more.

The last bit of my worry falls away.

This is Scott. My protector, my neighbor, my best bud forever. Now, he is going to help me through the transition back to single life. Just like when he helped me pull that tooth when I'd needed the extra dollar for the Christmas Barbie.

I lie back on the bed, pulling him down with me, refusing to let our lips move apart. He groans softly into my mouth and rubs me down the sides of my body, from my neck to my knees.

I remember his boyish worry when my mouth wouldn't stop bleeding after we got the tooth out. He was terrified he'd hurt me and kept apologizing. I remember how happy he was for me when I brought the Barbie over to show him. How proud he was I'd bought it with my own money. I'd kissed him on the cheek in thanks for helping me. And we'd sat on his front porch playing with her.

His lips move from mine to my cheek and down to my neck, where he nips and kisses even further down to my collar bone and up the other side of my neck. My hips rise from the bed, seeking something. Needing something.

But Scott is in no hurry. He wants to give me the full experience. He wants my heart healed and protected.

Just like the time he'd shoved the boy who made fun of my cat shirt the first day of middle school. Sure, they hadn't
always
been cool, but I've always loved them. He'd gotten into so much trouble after the bully went crying to his mom about a scraped palm. But Scott had never once complained. And I still had that shirt in the bottom of a drawer somewhere, never able to throw it out.

I want to touch him. I yank at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, reveling in his smooth, tan skin, his hard, defined abs. The oh so very lickable V disappearing under his low riding jeans. I run my fingers over his chest and abs, smiling when he shudders. He bends back down, claiming my lips with his again. I arch up into him, my nipples hard, rubbing against the fabric of my dress.

Oh. My. Word.

This is exquisite torture.

My hands move around to his back, my nails lightly grazing him. He growls and kisses me harder, until I'm spinning. I'm not sure if it's from the booze or him or both, but I don't care. I never want this feeling to end.

My moans mix in with the ones coming from the TV in the living room, the erotic sounds trickling in making the whole thing even hotter. I swear I hear bodies slamming together too.

He's preparing me for the crazy scheme I'm about to embark on, making sure I'm ready. Just like he drilled with me all night for a hard science class. That was the night we sneaked some of my mom's wine and gotten giggly and goofy. But I'd aced the test because of him.

He's been there every step of my life, at my side, my shoulder to cry on, my rock, my friend, my tutor, my partner.

As our kisses grow frenzied and wild, flashes of our life together flicker through my mind. Skipping down the sidewalks we'd covered in chalk, running around playgrounds, swinging high on swing sets, telling secrets in our DIY fort. Flash forward to truth or dare in the garage, swaying together at our first school dance, laughing about our first crushes, splashing each other in the pool, screaming and howling on roller coasters. Then, graduating and going off to the same college, drinking at parties, studying all night hopped up on coffee and Red Bull.

He is my safe place I always retreat to.

Just like the times I'd gotten into a fight with my parents, or when I bombed an important test. Just like when my car broke down or I needed to learn how to change a tire. Just like today, when my future became a blank slate.

Just like everything. Just like always.

He is always here for me whenever I need him. Even doing amazing things like this with his hands and tongue. I tremble beneath his ministrations. Each kiss, each nibble, each graze of his skin against mine. I'm flushed and aching, built up until I think I'll explode.

His dark brown hair tumbles across his forehead as he grins at me, desire flaring hot in his eyes.

Adam had always hated our connection, trying to get me to leave Scott behind. Constantly dismissing him as gay. Not man enough.

Welp, this proves he isn't gay. The hard length pressed into my belly is extremely telling that not only is he turned on, but he's packing much more than Adam does. Maybe even more than that guy on the porno. So it was Adam that was less of a man the whole time.

I grin at the thought.

Our kisses slow, touches turn soft. He presses his lips down each inch of my arm before turning to the other. A breathy sigh escapes my mouth when his tongues darts out against the inside of my wrist.

I'm surrounded by the scent of him, his mint shampoo and fresh cut grass. It makes me dizzy, but at the same time lulls me. It's familiar. It's comfortable.

It's Scott.

Adam always reeks of the worst cologne. I'd tried to buy him a different brand that didn't give me a headache, but he'd never used it. Just tossed it on his dresser where it sat, getting covered with dust.

That ass.

He'd never made me feel this way either. Open and coated with desire and fearless and free. It had been wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and then he'd turn over and be snoring in seconds, leaving me wanting and unfulfilled.

That
ass
.

Scott slips the straps of my dress down my shoulders, his mouth scorching the skin where the straps had rested. My hands fist in the comforter beneath me as he dips lower and lower. His mouth moves to the top slopes of my breasts, barely contained in the plunging sun dress.

His hands travel to the sides of my tits, cupping them as he continues lower, nibbling at the soft flesh on the inside of them.

Oh. My. Word.

My dress slips down another inch, until only my hard, peaked nipples keep the fabric in place.

I shiver, my entire body tingling.

I want his mouth on my nipples. I want him to kiss every inch of my body.

My voice is raw with desire when I say, "Rip it off. I'm never touching this dress again anyway." I have a change of clothes here I can change into.

He gives me a fierce, wolfish smile. An expression I've never seen on his face before, but I like it. It makes my panties damp. Or, even more damp. I'm soaking by this point.

And he obliges.

He grabs the dress between my tits and yanks, the dress tearing with ease. I revel in the roughness, the slight pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure. He tosses the scraps to the floor, leaving me utterly bare except for my coral-colored panties drenched with my desire. The same color as my dress and nails.

I've never felt more free.

H
e stills for a moment
, just staring at me, drinking me in, awe stamped across his face. No one has ever looked at me this way. It melts away every insecurity and worry and doubt, making me beautiful and powerful and sexy.

"You are so fucking gorgeous."

He covers my body with his, nudging my legs open, mouth torturing mine, his jean-clad dick rubbing against my clit. My legs fall to the sides as far as I can force them and my pelvis rises to meet his. The fabric is rough against me and his dick is so hard, so big.

And I am so close to shattering.

He presses his hips into me hard, hitting the exact perfect spot and I finally come apart, heaving and jerking beneath him, my breaths coming in short gasps. My body warms and melts into goo, my brain fuzzy, his bedroom spinning.

He holds me close as I break apart, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, nuzzling my neck. His hands roam, warm and big against my skin, making me feel small and safe.

Instead of giving me a minute to recover, he puts me back together with the force of his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth. The sopping material covering my mound disappears and finally, finally, finally, his mouth covers my nipples. He licks and bites and sucks at them until I turn into a blubbering mess, almost sobbing as I beg for him to keep going.

"I have no plans on stopping, love."

He kisses me roughly before licking a trail down my neck, stopping back at my nipples, down my stomach to the inside of my thighs. He slides off the bed and yanks me to the edge, kneeling between my legs.

Our eyes meet and I catch my breath at how hot he looks, hair a mess of dark brown curls, blue eyes sparkling like sapphires with desire, lips swollen from kissing me. I had been thinking about how attractive he was just moments ago, but seeing him like this is insanely hot. To think I knew him when he was all sharp edges and awkward, voice cracking.

When did he start to look like a mixture of Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth with a little Chris Pine thrown in?

My scattered thoughts zoom away into the air with his breath whispering against my skin. With the first flick of his tongue.

He teases me at first, his tongue light against me, tasting me. "You are delicious. I could stay between your legs all night."

Heat pools low in my belly at his husky words. I am too overcome to respond.

He traces the seam right at the middle of me with the tip of his tongue. My fingers turn to claws as I dig at the comforter. He circles my clit, never quite making the contact I long for. My hips rise to chase after him. He chuckles into me, sending off vibrations that travel all the way to my toes.

Finally, his mouth attaches completely to my center, sucking hard before soothing it with his tongue. My muscles tighten with need, blood rushing low, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

"Oh my word, Scott. That feels so good. Fuck. It feels so good."

He slides a finger inside me, twisting and hooking until he presses against that rarely touched spot. He adds a second finger and continues working his magic as his tongue darts and licks at my center.

"Keep going. Keep going."

He doesn't. His eyes shine with wicked blue flames as he pulls his fingers out. I almost cry in frustration, whimpering my distaste.

"Trust me, love."

I do.

He leans back on his feet and kisses down one of my legs, paying close attention to the back of my knee, which sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core. How did I not know about that spot? How did he know about it? How many secret sides of himself has he been keeping from me?

He gives my other leg the same treatment until I wriggle and plead with him for release. I hover on an edge, so close, so close, but can't quite crash over.

It's delicious. It's frustrating. I need it to end. I never want it to end. I want to remain on this precipice for the rest of my life.

He returns his attentions to my pussy, lapping me up, moaning like he's enjoying the most delicious mint chocolate ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Bringing his hands up, he pulls apart my lips, stretching them wide and the flat of his tongue licks me from bottom to top. Over and over and over and over again. His fingers pinch my folds in the most exquisite way and his raspy tongue never slows, never stops moving against me.

I shudder and tremble, squeaks and breathy moans escaping from my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I finally fling myself over the edge. Scott's name screams from my lips, my breasts bounce from the violence of it.

He's not even close to done.

He doesn't let up. He keeps licking, keeps pulling and pinching my clit, sipping me like I'm a fine wine.

It's too much. It's not enough.

I'm not done. How am I not done? After two of the most explosive and amazing orgasms of my life, how can I want more?

But my body craves it. Craves his touch. It's ravenous in its need to be satisfied.

He doesn't take his time with tiny kisses this time. This time he means business. He rises a bit from between my legs, grasping my thighs, and jerks me farther off the bed.

"Spread your legs and put your feet against the foot board."

I obey his commanding tone without thought, completely opening myself wide for him. I'm glad I'd gone in for a wax yesterday, thinking Adam and I would head back to his place to celebrate our engagement. I'm so delirious with desire, the sad pang I expected never comes.

Scott stares at me, licking his lips, hunger burning. "You have the most amazing pussy. I can't believe I've had it so close to me for so long and never knew. So plump and pink. So responsive. So delicious. I don't know if I can stop."

"I don't know if I want you to."

His expression is fierce. "Good."

Seeing his head return to the spot between my knees is almost enough for me to come undone. Again. He shoves my legs back down when the tension brings them up, growling. I moan in response, reaching for his pillow to muffle the porn star sounds coming from me.

His tongue enters me. It reaches inside me, stiff and soft. And he fucks me with it.

Holy shit.

My teeth bite into the pillow so hard I expect to end up with a mouth filled with feathers. His hands stroke up my stomach until they reach my breasts. He kneads them with rough fingers before anchoring himself by my nipples. I cry out, the pillow cutting off most of the sound as he tugs and pinches and rolls them around.

Every single one of my nerve endings sing at the senses invading and overwhelming me. My nipples throb as he continues to play with them, his tongue still fucking me.

I have never flown so high before and I'm not ready to come down.

One of his hands releases my tit and his fingers replace his tongue. At least three plunge into me, stretching me, filling me. Somehow the pillow disappeared, no longer there to hide my cries and groans and shouts. One of his hands keeps torturing my nipple while the other slams into me over and over. Hard. Perfectly. I try to open my legs even wider, wanting him deeper. My greedy body needing more.

He reads me like I'm his favorite novel, knowing exactly what to do next.

His mouth comes down on my bud, licking it lightly, still teasing, still drawing it out. I am awash in need and desperation and want. He is somehow everywhere, touching everything at once. Every place on my body that begged for contact.

Sensing I am almost there, he slows, his touch becoming more tender, releasing my nipple, smoothing away the ache.

"Fuck, Scott. Please. Please."

He chuckles darkly. "I'm going to make sure this lasts for you, love. I want to blow your mind."

"You already have. Twice."

"Not enough. I told you I wanted to stay down here all night. I want to fall asleep with the taste of the most delicious pussy I've ever encountered on my tongue."

His dirty words make me shudder. "Fuck, Scott. Who are you?"

"Tonight, I'm whoever you want me to be. Now let me pleasure you." That commanding tone is in his voice again. I'd never admit how much I liked it.

His fingers leave my sopping pussy, trailing to that forbidden place down below. I jerk, unsure and nervous. He shushes me and keeps stroking until I settle. I trust him. It's Scott. That's who I'm with tonight regardless of his words. It's him I need tonight.

And shit, he knows what he's doing.

I'm so wet, he needs no lubrication to slip inside the tight, puckered ring. I stare down my body at him, drinking him in as he bites his lip, trying to hold back for me. I can't believe myself. I'm spread open, showing someone else more of my body than even my gyno has seen. I've had hands and tongues in places that have never had hands and tongues touch them before. Even something as innocuous as the back of my knees.

He holds his finger inside for a second, letting me get used to it. It blows my mind how good it feels. How forbidden and taboo. My best friend has his finger in my ass and I love it.

I bite back the giggle and when he moves, the humor flees. He pumps his finger in and out, oh so slowly. I can feel each millimeter of his finger. His mouth returns to my pussy, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. I arch off the bed, my head thrown back, rising to meet him. He moves faster, harder, my hole tightening with each deep thrust.

Adam would never have touched me there.

Scott adds a second finger, this time not giving me time to adjust. This time, I don't need it. But I still want more. I want his dick buried inside me, slamming into me over and over again until I see stars. I want to be shoved against the wall while he ravishes my mouth.

He pulls his fingers from me, but keeps licking. At this point I don't know what I want or need. But if he wants to stay down there all night, I will not complain. Hell, if he wants to stay down there a week, I'm in.

He can do whatever he wants to me as long as this sensation doesn't end.

Two fingers reach back inside my pussy, curling up to that spot again. And then a third finger slips back inside my ass. Watching him use the shocker on me is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Watching his hand pump in and out of me, watching him stare at me with starving eyes.

"Touch yourself."

My hands move immediately to my breasts, massaging them.

"That is so fucking hot. Play with your nipples."

I pluck at them, my tits bouncing in response.

"Fuck, Amanda. You are so hot. Adam is a fucking idiot."

I don't care about Adam right now. Adam who?

I can't look away from Scott's hand even as I keep twisting and pulling at my nipples, needing the sting that shoots to my core with each pinch.

He cuts off my view as he returns his mouth to my mound. I am completely filled and it's glorious.

"Harder, Scott. Please. Harder."

He obliges, slamming his fingers into me as deep as they can go. I'll be bruised and sore tomorrow, but I don't care. It will be worth it.

I grab both of my nipples between my fingers and twist as hard as I can, pulling and stretching them. Scott's other hand spreads me open and he nibbles at my clit, his teeth scraping and nipping.

"Yes. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

This time, he doesn't. This time, he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. Hard. While he keeps pumping into me and I keep yanking at my nipples.

And I come completely undone.

The blood flows back to my tits and everything goes white for half a second as I jerk and scream his name, gasping greedily for air. But he keeps going. He keeps sucking and pumping and I'm riding a never ending orgasm, lost at the peak. It builds and builds and builds until I am certain this is the night I die and what a glorious way to go.

Then, he does some wonderful and amazing twisting and squeezing thing with his fingers in both holes and I shriek so loud the police are probably on their way, but I don't care. He does it again. And again. And one more time, his mouth still attached to my drenched and wonderfully abused pussy.

I throw my arm over my mouth and bite to cut off my noises as I shudder and shake, tears streaming from my eyes from the force of it.

Oh. My. Fucking. Word. What was that?

I can't move, completely melded to the bed, none of my body parts moving. The only sign I survived this experience is the aftershocks rolling through me as my pussy keeps clenching on his fingers still inside me. Thankfully, his fingers aren't moving because I cannot take any more.

Maybe ever.

He eases his fingers from me and helps me get all the way back on the bed before cuddling me in his arms and kissing my forehead like he always does. It strikes me as funny after everything he just did to me, but I'm too blissed out to summon laughter.

"Sweet merciful heavens. Where the hell did you learn those skills?"

Scott laughs, warm like caramel on a sundae. "A gentleman doesn't divulge that sort of information."

"Is this the kind of sex everyone else in the world has been having but me?" I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact I just had four orgasms, two of them right on top of each other.

He grins down at me. "I'd like to think I'm a little better than most."

"I can't argue with you. I feel like I'd have heard more whispers of this kind of experience if this was the norm."

He rubs my bare back, dipping a little dangerously low. "You just haven't had the right encounters yet."

I don't even feel weird about being completely naked while he still has jeans on. "Well, thanks to you, I'm addicted to it now."

"You're welcome."

I turn to look into his eyes, finally able to move a little. "No, really. Thank you. I completely forgot I was sad. I completely forgot about him."

"Don't thank me, love. I enjoyed myself immensely." He lays me back down against the pillows. "I'll be right back."

He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. I reach for it, but he shakes his head. He rubs it gently against the inside of my thighs, nudging them open before bringing the cloth to my pussy. It's both rough and soft against my sensitive skin there. It feels good.