Preference #127: Lollipops
A/N: I think I made one about lollipops before, but this one’s a little more detailed….actually a lot more detailed…It’s sex…goodbye «.»
Jack: It was borderline sexual. He watched from across the office as you enjoyed that cherry lollipop. The artificial candy left a tinge of red on your soft lips and a strip of red on your tongue whenever you kept it in your mouth to long. Jack watched in fascination as your cheeks hollowed out, your lips took it in and out and thought about something else he could give you to suck on. He didn’t understand fully why he found this so enjoyable. Perhaps the lack of sexual contact between you brought on this tightness in his jeans or maybe the flood of dirty images kept his blood pumping. Throughout the day, Jack managed to cover up his arousal from the rest of the group by making excuses not to stand or covered it up with his desk. He DID need to work after all. When the group thinned out and everyone went home, you both stayed behind late to work. The second Finn said his goodbye, you looked over at it. ‘So, are you gonna fuck me or just keep hiding your hard on?’ You asked. He loved it when you talked so dirty. Jack instantly stood up from his desk to make his way towards you. Pushing his lips into yours, Jack tasted the faint cherry left in your mouth from the lollipop. He wasted no time in removing your pants and underwear, and laying you flat on the office couch. At this moment, he didn’t even care if someone were to walk back in. He wanted you right then. Jack moaned loudly at the slightest touch of your hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his thick jeans. ‘I bet you liked watching me with that lollipop, didn’t you?’ You teased, your fingertips dancing across his belt buckle. ‘I did…you are such a naughty girl,’ He nearly growled, kissing into your neck and grinding into your naked sex. ‘You know what that does to me,’ He continued, ‘And you did it anyways.’ ‘Well…it’d been so…so long since you fucked me,’ You said between gasps, Jack finally unbuckling his jeans and pulling his cock out for you, ‘I thought it might entice you a little.’ ‘Oh, it enticed me more than just a little,’ He smirked, kissing you hungrily before slipping into you. This time was a bit quicker than others; his need for you was too great for dragging out. Jack rammed himself into you as deep as he could. He kept your legs apart by grasping your ankles, his hips now doing most of the work. You gripped the sofa cushions underneath you, your face flushed in red as your body began to heat up from the constant movement. He hardly noticed his end until it arrived. Jack completely spilled himself inside you, letting his hot cum fill you up and drip when he pulled out. ‘I should…I should eat those more then, huh?’You laughed as you both gasped for breath. ‘Yeah…you should…’
Finn: He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop the constant flow of naughty thoughts entering his brain every time he entered the kitchen that day. He just wanted a cuppa. You were standing by the oven, picking the kettle off the stove in that cute snug little sweater he liked you in and sucking on the giant lollipop. Well, not a REAL lollipop. It was a jawbreaker on a stick, so naturally lots of licking and sucking was involved. You were practically begging for it…no, no that’s wrong. Girls don’t ask for it like that. She’s just innocently enjoying a candy. That’s all. No reason to notice how her sweet lips take it in so firmly or how he could tell her tongue brushed around the tip. That’s how candy is eaten…right? He poured hot water over the tea bag, desperately trying to avoid conversation. He could tell she just started since the jawbreaker was still pretty big, and her lips hadn’t stained green or blue yet. He could see out of the corner of his eye. ‘How’s the video going, babe?’ She asked him about the editing he was doing upstairs. ‘Pretty good.’ ‘Too bad Jack couldn’t be here. You two usually edit together.’ ‘Yeah, well he’s busy…See ya in a bit.’ He moved to leave, but then she called him back. ‘Um Finny?’ She called him ‘Finny’. She only called him that when she was…NO! or maybe YES! NO! YES, YES NO!? ‘Yeah?’ He replied nervously. ‘This jawbreaker’s awfully big,’ You said in mock innocence. It was mocking because Finn knew you could handle big things on your own…’Do you mind sharing it with me?’ ‘I don’t…I don’t think that’s a good idea, babe…’ He drank his tea for something to do. ‘What’s wrong? You like jawbreakers…Especially when you watch me eat them,’ You smirked swiping your tongue across the top of the white splattered candy, taking it right and making a popping sound when pulled out. ‘It’s not that…it’s that I, um, I have…I have some, uh, work to…’ ‘Oh, forget work for a bit. You’re always working, Finny. You never have time for me anymore.’ Was that what this was about? He guessed he had been a bit preoccupied with the channel and the office. Finn had forgotten all about his sweet little Y/N at home waiting for him …wanting him…needing him…Then you did the unthinkable. You set the candy down on the counter, lifted your skirt and slid your panties down your legs. You pointedly tossed them across the kitchen floor. How could he refuse you? How could any man resist you looking and acting as you did? Would it be wrong of him to take you right there in the kitchen? ‘I miss my Finny-Finn,’ You pouted, taking his hand and bringing him close to you. You took his cup from him; you set it on the counter and began kissing him softly. He came alive. Finn lifted you onto the counter, ignoring the crashing tea cup, and swiftly undid his pants. You were already wet. He could feel this with his hand between your legs, sliding and slipping around the throbbing folds. His lips found your neck, and left little love bites all across your base and collarbone. ‘Do you want me to suck this while you fuck me?’ You asked him in his ear, your hot breath sending tingle down his spine. ‘Yes,’ He said in a muffled kiss. He set himself with you, and then plunged right in. You felt perfect. Warm and wet. Finn looked up to see you sucking that jawbreaker again; your moans were hushed by the large candy ball. ‘Do you like watching me suck this?’ Oh God you could be so dirty when you were horny. He loved it. ‘Yes…I…I do,’ He managed to let out, gripping your thighs and keeping a steady pace inside you. ‘I bet you have something better for me to suck on, don’t you?’ You groaned, your head leaning against the kitchen cabinets and leaving your neck exposed for his lips. ‘Oh, yes I fucking do. You’ll love it more than that…than that jawbreaker,’ He knew this wouldn’t be the end. No, you two never stopped at just once. Finn stiffened up, his hands clenching your skirt and his head tilting backward as you tightened around him. When you finished, he peppered small kisses over your neck before kissing your lips. Never pulling out, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he took you upstairs for more.
Dan: The thigh high stockings, garter belts, button up blouse and pleated skirt made Dan drool over you. Whenever you crossed your legs, he’d see that flash of thigh or those lacy stockings meet the garter belt. Even Phil noticed! (Resulting in Dan throwing a pillow at him from afar) He already imagined the naughty things he could do to you in those stockings. That lollipop only made things worse. Phil offered the strawberry candy to you, and you took it innocently enough. You ate it while he edited his video beside you, never minding the mess your boyfriend slowly fell into. He tried thinking of the gross facts of eating the lollipop. The sticky saliva, the stained tongue and lips, and the sucking sounds…but that only aroused him more. He imagined you on your knees, sucking and slurping his cock the way he always did when you blew him. You worsened his condition by sitting in his lap. You told him you wanted to show him a trick you learned whilst editing your own video. Though, Dan began to get the increasing feeling there was a reason you tortured him. You rocked your hips; you slid around on top of him sometimes, and forever pretended you simply were “adjusting”. She must be able to feel him. There’s no way she couldn’t. Not when he wore such thin sweatpants. Dan didn’t know how to approach the problem. He didn’t want to offend you. He didn’t want you to think he didn’t find you sexy or that the prospect of sex never interested him. He simply wanted you to know that he…gasped….softly…You leaned forward into the desk to look for a pencil on top of the desk to write down a url for him, when he noticed. You. Wore. No. Panties. He could see the naked curves of your perfect behind, firm and pressing right into the tent forming in his sweatpants. Dan almost touched it. His hands nearly came close to grasping those cheeks. Though, he then backed away last minute. He gripped the arms of his office chair instead. Yet, his eyes stayed on your teasing ass. ‘Something wrong, babe?” You looked over your shoulder at him, licking the last of the lollipop. ‘N-n-no,’ He breathed out, ‘Just um…Just listening to you, and um, you know, trading secrets and uh, whatnot.’ Then you acknowledged the tent in his pants. Your smirk made him blush the deepest red they could. You got up from his lap. This should’ve been a relief…it wasn’t. Dan wanted to touch you. He wanted to kiss and make love to you on the couch behind him. He wanted you naked in nothing but the stockings you taunted him with. ‘Do you want to handle him on your own…or should I give it a go?’ You asked him in that sultry voice of yours. He died. He could die happy right then. ‘You…You, please…’ Your giggle only ached him more. He spotted a stain on his sweatpants already. You bent down to kiss him lips lightly. They were feathers dancing on his lips, hardly there but noticeable. His palms became sweaty; his knees felt weak and his stomach churned. You made him so nervous even after all this time. Dan barely felt your soothing hands on his arms. ‘Just relax, baby,’ You whispered, ‘I’ll take good care of you. Come.’ You took him over to the sofa, where he sat down. You stripped for him first. You removed your top button by button to reveal the lace bra underneath; your nipples clear through the fabric. You played with your breasts in front of him before removing the bra completely. When you unbuttoned your skirt, he died again. His heart pumped blood through his entire body and centering in on his groin. You were perfectly waxed; every fold of your pussy clean and there for his enjoyment. ‘Do you like it?’ You asked. All Dan could do is nod. His reaction made you laugh. You were so beautiful. So radiant and sexy. You were his Aphrodite, his Venus, his Queen of Love and Beauty. You straddled his lap delicately, wrapping your arms around his neck and enveloping his lips in yours. The strawberry flavor lingered on your tongue; it gave you a sweet taste he enjoyed. You didn’t grind on him or press too hard. You knew if you did that, Dan would shoot out like a rocket. You had to be careful with him sometimes. You put his hands on your breasts. He carefully cupped them, squeezing and rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples. Your moan generated his moan. You slicked him with your own juices and pumped him inside his pants. Dan suddenly felt his body attached to your hand. His hips bucked upward into it; he saw white leak out of the swollen tip. You wiped the excess with your thumb; you looked back at him as you sucked it off your thumb and tasted his bitter sweetness. You must’ve seen how desperate he was now. You took pity on your trembling, sweating, and frustrated boyfriend. You let him enter you immediately, though didn’t begin bucking and riding. You started slowly, whispering cautious words in Dan’s ear. ‘Relax…Just relax…’ He tried relaxing. He felt his climax stirring already in his lower stomach, though he held it back. He knew cumming quickly would upset you. Dan didn’t have this problem regularly…just when he hadn’t had you properly in two months and five days…not that he was counting or anything….You went up and down his shaft as usual. The sound of your moans pushed this aching need downward. Your pussy relaxed around him, still maintaining its natural tightness that you knew sent Dan over the edge quickly. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You wanted him to know that. You kissed him tenderly on his neck, gradually picking up the pace over time. Your bliss ended in a flash. His body became rigid, his knuckles turning white against the cushions, and his hips uncontrollable. You sighed as you stared at your panting boyfriend. ‘Dan…’ You whined. ‘I know, I know, I’m…I’m sorry, baby, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore….You just….You’re just so sexy and I needed you so badly and…’ You saw the embarrassment replace the satiated look in his eyes. In an instant, however, he had you on your back. ‘There’s always round two, though…’
Phil: He blushed thinking about it. He couldn’t even stare at you directly when he saw you. It’s not that Phil found it obscene or immoral. He…He merely found the sight exciting. Phil sat in your shared bedroom, laptop in his lap and finger eagerly moving around the mouse pad. His eyes searched this folder and that folder for the right one. He knew you were busy working on your finals exams; he couldn’t bother you this very instant. You expressed deeply how important these finals would be for you. Yet, when he caught you sucking the lollipop in the lounge, he excused himself. Phil searched around the internet for exactly what he was looking for….and found it. A pretty girl with hair just like yours. He skipped through the talking part of the video and got right into the thick of it. She looked nothing like you, of course, but that hardly mattered. Grabbing the lube from his bedside table, he dropped some into his palm and rubbed it between his hands. His laptop between his sprawled legs, Phil wrapped his hand around the base of his member and slid upward. His hand went in motion with the girl on the screen, but soon even she fell on his deaf ears. Phil pictured you in her place. He imagined your mouth engulfing him time after time; your tongue brushing up against his sensitive tip as your hand pumped him. You’d be in the pink underwear he liked; your breasts bouncing the faster you moved. Phil’s breath heaved in and out, his hand shaking and his knees locking in place. He felt the tingle of his orgasm begin climbing higher and higher. ‘Phil, I’m gonna make some tea, do you wan-Oh!’ You came in at the worst time. Phil stopped instantly, blushing deep red and slapping his laptop closed. He caught his breath. He covered himself from your eyes for modesty. ‘I’m sorry…I didn’t realize you were, you know,’ He sensed the amusement in your voice. Great. ‘It’s okay. I was…I…’ ‘Phil, if I turned you on earlier,’ You walked into the room and shut the door, ‘Why didn’t you just tell me?” ‘What makes you think it was because of you? Maybe I just wanted to…’ He grew defensive when humiliated. You didn’t think anything of it. You sat on the bed next to him. ‘Because when I was having my lollie you couldn’t stop watching me,’ You grinned, pushing his fringe away from his eyes. ‘You were studying. I didn’t want to bother you.’ ‘Oh Phil-Bear, you can always bother me. I never ever mind.’ You smiled, kissing his cheek. You then did the unexpected. You lifted your sweater over your head to reveal your bare breasts. Phil exhaled heavily, his eyes widening at your perky breasts. You then pulled the covers from his erected cock. Your hand lightly traced the underside and top of it, watching it harden slowly in front of your eyes. Phil put a hand on your breast, caressing and pinching your nipple between his fingers. He knew you liked him toying with your nipples. Phil brought an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him even in your kneeling stance, and took your breast in his mouth. Your soft gasp brought new life into him. He looked up at you as his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. When you kissed him, he could taste the sweet watermelon flavor left on your lips. Hopefully the next thing on your lips is him. He brought you into his lap and put you on the bed. Phil removed your shorts and panties, while you took his shirt. When he came back down to you, he trapped you under him. Your naked chest against his, your wet heat touching his hard cock, and you whispering how much you needed him was all the incentive Phil needed now. He never wanted this bliss to end. You felt so relieving, so refreshing. Your hands fell through his dark hair, staying tangled in it as he enclosed you in his arms. His lips couldn’t stop kissing you as his hips would occasionally grind. They touched your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your chest, and anywhere else they could. He fucked you as if he never would again. His breath hitched in that moment. That moment where he felt the entire world stop; where you finally gave into him and called out his name into the emptiness of the bedroom. It came and went like a fleeting kiss. You both lied tangled in each other for a few minutes; taking in breaths and feeling your muscles finally relax. ‘I love you, Phil,’ You whispered in his ear, kissing the space behind it. ‘I love you too, Y/N,’ He returned.
Ben: This was supposed to be an average day at the Youtube Creator Space. It was meant for a day of filming ’31 (even more) Things That Youtubers Do’ with Luke, Jason, Ollie and Hayden. Ben, as much as he loved you, wasn’t supposed to waste his time thinking of ‘31 Naughty Things He Could Do to Y/N in This Moment’. But oh no, you had to be the center of his attention. His mind just wouldn’t leave you and that stupid lollipop alone. Plus, you weren’t using it to taunt him (not yet anyways). Jason brought the fucking bag of fucking lollies and gave you one. He gave you one! And now Ben was submitted to the torture of watching you wrap your pretty lips around it, give the illusion your tongue rolled around over its sticky surface, and imagine you on all fours with that still in your mouth. Ben has better control than this. He isn’t some Neanderthal that thinks of nothing but his most basic instincts. He’s educated, learned and intelligent…yet here he was! Watching you laugh with Jason from across the room, sucking that sweet orange lollipop in that tiny skirt you chose to wear, and not knowing the effect it had on him. It made him feel like a kid again. ‘Something wrong, Ben?’ Luke asked. ‘No. Nothing’s wrong.’ He lied. Luke knew he lied. He smirked. Oh Dear Lord. Luke took a glance at you, and then back to Ben, ‘You want us to leave you two alone for a bit?’ ‘No, Luke, I’m fine.’ ‘That’s not what your eyes are telling me,’ He taunted in a sing song voice as he walked away from him. Ben expected his pupils must be dinner plates by now. He turned his back, but couldn’t ignore Luke’s muttering to Jason and the sound of a door shutting behind them. Ollie and Hayden left a while ago for lunch; most likely not returning for a while. This left the two of you alone in the large black room with nothing but lights, a camera and the green screen Ben and Luke set up. Your giggle answered all his questions. He heard your blue flats tap on the floor. The sound of your clinking gold bracelets told him how close you were, and he imagined himself instantly removing that white cardigan you threw on this morning. ‘Ben…’ You voice sounded as sweet as always, though he detected the flirtation in it. You came to his side finally. Your arms latched you onto his arm. He glanced over you. Your height and top made your cleavage perfectly visible for him; your legs looked amazing in the blue skirt you wore. ‘Something bothering you, love?’ You asked, your chin close to his shoulder and eyes blinking up at him. ‘No, God, why does everyone think there is something wrong with me? I’m fine.’ ‘Because you’re clearly not,’ You laughed. This is what Ben loved about you. Most of the girls he dated before carried bad attitudes, strings of tattoos, and multiple piercings and wore only dark colors. He never minded in his younger days, but the whole ‘I’m-a-rebellious-activist-punk-rocker-with-no-sense-of-morals-or-values-or-actual-fact-based-opinions’ began wearing on him. Then he met you at Hazel’s birthday party. You were a shining light of joy. Socially engaging, Ben couldn’t get over your cleverness and beauty. He walked you home that very night. Now, three years later, he still couldn’t get over it. He said nothing. Ben leaned inward, cupping both sides of your jaw, and kissed you deeply. You reacted right away. Your lips were a mix of cherry lip gloss and orange candy. He pressed you against the worktable, never once breaking away from you. He removed your jacket, letting the white knitted article fall onto the table behind you. Ben wanted nothing but you in this very moment. Damn the video. Damn YouTube. Damn everything. He wanted nothing more than the gentle brushing of your skin on his, the soft sounds of your pleasure filling the air as he palmed every part he could. It didn’t take long for him to have you flat on the table, your legs around him, and arms above your head. He couldn’t strip you naked. No. Not when people could be coming back any minute. However, he could slip off your panties and that’s exactly what he did. You purely blushed. You didn’t giggle and ask what had gotten into him. You didn’t question his motives. Ben knew you knew why he was so horny all of a sudden. He took your thighs in his hands, smoothing down the sides and back up to your knees again. His thumbs touched your inner thighs; they grew dangerously close to the center where he saw you growing wetter by the minute. He looked up into your face. You bit your lip, wiggled your hips around, and gave the occasional whimper. You were so easy….No, no, not in that sense. Easy to please. Other girls always wanted too much. You barely asked for anything. Ben could simply caress and you’d shudder. He continued kissing you as his hand slipped between both your bodies. You felt warm and sticky; ready and burning with lust. Of course….Ben always tried anyways. The pad of his thumb circulated around the center of your clitoris. It slid past the folds of your lips. It wet them slightly on the very brims the more he pushed your juices around. Once those juices dripped further downward, Ben slipped a finger into you. You grabbed onto him. Your hips began riding his hand and guiding the finger further. He kissed your neck, flowing down to your collarbone and past your chest to the tops of those gorgeous breasts. He felt your walls clench and unclench his finger; they pulsed and begged for more. His cock strained against the confinement of his jeans; they left a perfect outline. Ben decided he’d had enough. Giving his free had a task, he kept one hand working on you and the other busy with his belt and button. He did this rather quickly. He couldn’t keep you waiting. Ben pulled his finger out of you, grinning at the little whine you gave when deprived of pleasure, and pulled his jeans and underwear just to his thighs. Stiff, leaking and red, his cock throbbed in his hand. ‘Ready?’ He dared to ask. You nodded. He dove in. His hips became uncontrollable; they rocked, grinded, and pounded against yours. The sound of skin slapping skin soon came in tune with your moans. The rocking of the rickety table added its own noise, giving the creator space a symphony of sex. Neither of you lasted long. He ended in a series of groans, shaking on top of you as you steadied your breath beneath him. He stared at you a long moment before saying, ‘Too bad we’re not at home, yeah?’ You laughed. ‘Yeah. Too bad.’ You pushed crimson strands away from his face, letting your hands fall into his hair during your final kiss. Thank God you settled yourselves before the boys returned.