Can’t Touch

by Wylder, Penny

  He peels my shirt over my head, and even though this is something that we’ve already done—mostly—it still feels different. Kris touches the skin that’s visible with reverence. He’s not speeding through this. And though the temptation to race forward into pleasure is there, I’m glad he’s taking his time. Here, he can lead.

  Clever fingers drop the zipper on the side of my skirt, and it slips off my hips to pool around my feet. I step out of it, taking a sudden breath when Kris sinks to his knees in front of me. Lips on my stomach. Kisses down to the waistband of my tights.

  The feeling of Kris’s fingers digging into my tights and bunching them up as he drags them down my legs shouldn’t be as hot as it is. And there’s nothing underneath those stockings.

  Only minutes and he has me down to my bra. That part I can do. Reaching up, I unhook the bra from the center and let it drop off my shoulders. Completely naked now.

  Kris is looking up at me with an awe that I don’t think that I deserve. For a moment, I feel like a goddess about to be worshipped, and I can’t say that I dislike the feeling.

  Hands on my hips, he pushes me back to the bed. Lays me out before retreating and stripping. This makes me more nervous than getting naked. Because I’m seeing him for the first time. What if he’s too big and I can’t take him?

  One button at a time his shirt comes off, and I’m able to drink in the fucking masterpiece that is his chest. God, I could look at him all day and not get tired of it. “You should make a calendar,” I say. “Twelve months of nothing but you.”

  He laughs, low and dark. “I don’t know that I would want that out there on people’s walls.”

  “Oh, it would just be for me,” I say. “I don’t like to share.”

  A low sound in his throat and Kris’s gaze darkens as it travels my very naked body. Everything heats up under his gaze. Watched pots may never boil, but watched pussies certainly do.

  “In that case,” he says, unbuckling his pants, “take as many pictures as you like.”

  Kris doesn’t bother to build up to the reveal. He strips off his pants and boxers in one go, and there he is.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I was right. Kris is huge. Fucking huge. His cock is hard and standing straight out from his body like a flagpole. My mind might be exaggerating but it looks like it might be as thick as one, too.

  He laughs again. “You okay?”

  “You’re not going to fit.”

  The smirk on his face deepens. “We’ll fit. Don’t worry. I’m going to warm you up.” As he says it, his hand drops casually to his shaft and strokes it. I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen my share of porn. And not one single video I’ve ever watched is as hot as watching Kris touch himself.

  It’s the easy confidence, the sexy smirk. The power that’s rolling off him.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  Slowly, I do. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I freeze when he sinks between my legs again, his breath on my thighs. “Why—oooh.”

  His tongue on my clit shuts me right the hell up. God, I’ve missed this and I’ve only had it once. The feeling of his mouth is an addiction that I’ll happily fall into. “I told you that I was going to warm you up,” he says, sealing his mouth over me and sucking.

  I was already wet when he started with his tongue, and now I’m practically dripping because of all the pent-up desire that I have. Every movement shoves pleasure through me like I’m sinking into it. “Holy shit.”

  Kris laughs, and the muffled vibrations only make it better.

  One finger traces the entrance to my pussy. Teases it, before pushing in, and I gasp. My whole body tenses. “Breathe,” he says gently. “I’m not going to fuck you right now. Just getting you used to it.”

  But it feels like everything. I’ve used toys, but never anything…inside. I was too nervous and too protective of the experience that I wanted to have. Kris is the first person to have anything inside me. His tongue included.

  Pleasure explodes behind my eyes, triggered by the thoughts of him and the fact that he’s the one who’s doing it for the first time. A wave of perfect golden pleasure that has me arching off the bed and grabbing the comforter. Every cliche that I never believed and now want to participate in every fucking day.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the way you taste,” Kris says as he climbs up my body, using his mouth to taste me even more. His voice is rough, like eating me took it out of him, and I like that. I like it a lot.

  By the time he kisses me, I’m arching into him again, and I can taste myself on his lips. That. He loves that. Something that’s so at the core of me I have no control over it. My whole body shudders and I’m wet all over again.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Desperate.” The word flies out of me before I can even think it. “I want more.”

  “More is exactly what you’re getting.” He rolls away only for a moment before returning with the condom. Watching him roll it on is mesmerizing in the same way that watching him stroke his cock was mesmerizing.

  He settles over me when he’s finished, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I want him as close as possible. Kris lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his hip, spreading me wide. I can already feel him there, the tip of his cock brushing against the opening.

  Ducking his head, he kisses me. And only seconds later, I feel him pressing in. Holy fuck, he feels big. So big. I’m stretching open, and this is just the tip of him.

  “Oh—” I break away from the kiss and look down between our bodies. There’s still so much of him. I won’t fit him. Tension snakes down my spine, followed by worry. This isn’t going to work. How can it?

  “Chianna,” Kris says, and my name is an order. “Look at me.”

  I do. For a moment I get lost in the blue of his eyes.

  “You need to relax,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

  “I think—I think you’re too big.”

  Kris pushes in a little more, and I gasp. “You can take me, beautiful. But not if that gorgeous pussy of yours is trying to shove me out.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  The kiss pressed to my lips is all tongues and heat. A reminder of what’s between us. “Don’t ever be sorry,” he says between kissing me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

  He presses his forehead to mine, and I breathe out. Relax. Relax. Relax. It’s harder than I thought it would be. Shouldn’t this be the most natural thing in the world? I can feel the flush on my skin and the embarrassment almost makes me tense again.

  “Hey,” he says. “Breathe. You’re okay.”

  “Yeah.”

  Gentle, teasing kisses. They’re almost playful, but they do the trick. They get me to smile. They get me to relax as he eases himself deeper.

  He reaches the tightest part of me, and still he’s gentle as he pushes through. It hurts, and at the same time it doesn’t. The sounds I make are caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, and my body is too. I’m squeezing down on him out of reflex, and the soft grins he makes every time I do tell me that he likes it.

  Kris kisses my neck, drawing my attention there as he eases himself in to the hilt. “Jesus, Chianna,” he mutters. I can feel every single inch of him inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this fullness. It doesn’t belong and at the same time, it’s all that I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t want it to end.

  “I’m in you,” he says. “All the way.”

  My breath is shallow in his chest. It’s like it’s been squeezed out of my lungs by his cock, even though I know that’s not physically possible.

  Now that he’s all the way inside me it feels easier. My body is getting used to it. I smile at him. “Yeah.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “I have no fucking idea,” I say with a laugh. Because I don’t. I feel good, I feel nervous, I feel different. But I know that I won’t forget this. Ever.

  The moment my body is ready, we both feel it. There’s an easi
ng—a different kind of relaxation that I’m not completely in control of. “Breathe with me,” he says, and I do.

  But I’m still not prepared.

  He moves, and my whole body lights up with brand new sensation. Aching pain and deep, impossible pleasure. Each thrust is slow and steady, dragging friction through that sends eddies across and through me.

  Kris angles his hips, and everything shifts again. An orgasm is coming, but this one isn’t like the ones that I’ve had before. It’s gathering inside and not on the surface. Deeper and wider than other pleasure that I’ve experienced. The ache of newness only makes it sharper. Harder.

  But he’s holding himself back. I can tell from the ragged breaths and the way he pulls back from thrusting all the way. “Take me, Kris.”

  “You’re not ready for that. I’ll hurt you.”

  I squeeze his cock with my pussy and get the satisfaction of watching his eyes flare wide. “Let me be the judge of what I’m ready for.”

  He slows until he’s barely moving, cock buried deep and flexing just enough to tease. Eyes rove across my face, studying me.

  “What do you really want to do to me, Kris?”

  A sound that’s nearly a growl erupts from him, and he leans close. “I want to claim you. Fuck you until you know that you’re mine.”

  This time when I squeeze him, it’s not voluntary. “Do it.”

  It’s a dare and a command. Does he trust me to know what I want? Does he trust himself to give it to me?

  Everything happens all at once. Kris places a hand on my throat. A threat and a promise. Enough to hold me still and nothing more. But it heightens every nerve and sensation, heat rolling through me so fast that my eyes flutter closed.

  He knocks my thighs wide with his knees. I’m spread open for him—impaled and imprisoned by him—and everything in me sings yes.

  And then he fucks me.

  It’s a whole new world. Pain and pleasure mixed together and him not holding back in the slightest. Deep, ruthless strokes all the way to the hilt and back out to the tip. Over and over again.

  I’m not sure when the pleasure spills over from that place inside, but it does. And then I’m crying out. Screaming. My voice pushes past the hand at my throat, completely aware that he has me where he wants me. I’m on a whole other plane of existence.

  Kris’s mouth is rough on mine. A punishing kiss. Claiming, just like he said he wanted it to be. It’s everything.

  I’m falling through clouds of pleasure, and I don’t know when or if I come up for air. Everything has narrowed to the sensation of his cock in my body and the roaring fire that every stroke brings. He grinds down on my clit, and that’s a whole other new pleasure too.

  When Kris comes, I feel it. I hear him yell out his climax and sense his weight as he lowers himself to me. But I’m still not here. I’m floating somewhere else.

  He’s the one that gently pulls out, and I wince. I’ll be sore. Doesn’t change the fact that I regret nothing about this.

  I look up at Kris, cradled in his arms as he looks down at me. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but he’s smiling at me. “Hello there.”

  “Hi.”

  He grins. “You’re back.”

  “I’m not sure I went,” I laugh. “But I think that I want to live there now.”

  Kris laughs too, but then his face turns serious as he runs a finger down my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

  I move my legs and feel the ache inside. But nothing feels hurt. This just seems like the natural result of getting fucked for the first time. “I’ll be sore, but no, you didn’t hurt me.”

  “Good. Because that was amazing, and it wouldn’t have been if you were hurt.”

  I smile up at him. “I’m not hurt, I’m hungry.” Like I called it into existence, my stomach growls.

  “I can order in.”

  “Or…” I say, rolling off the bed and grabbing my skirt. “We can go to my apartment. I already have leftovers. Unless you’re too rich for leftovers.”

  Kris snorts in response. “Of course not. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see the inside of Meynard’s place.”

  “When you’re with me, that rivalry doesn’t exist, okay? I don’t want to talk about my uncle.”

  “Neither do I.” Kris retrieves his clothes and drops a kiss on my lips. “Lead the way.”

  I know that he’s watching my ass as I walk down the hallway, and I don’t mind in the slightest.

  11

  Chianna

  Leftover pizza isn’t the most glamorous thing to eat after something so significant as losing your virginity, but this is New York, and the pizza is fucking delicious even when it’s reheated. Now I’m sprawled on my bed with Kris, naked again.

  He just doesn’t like to leave my clothes alone, and I can’t keep laughing. “I’m starting to think you have an undressing fetish.”

  “Only if it’s undressing you. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Well,” I say, trailing my finger down his chest, “you don’t have to worry about that. You can have plenty of me. I already want more.”

  “If I fuck you again like that, I will hurt you,” Kris says. “I’m not going to do that.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Who said anything about you fucking me?”

  That piques his interest. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  Reaching between our bodies, I reach out and grab his cock. Even this makes me a little breathless because it’s the first time. He’s been half-hard since we left his apartment, and I feel the magic of him lengthening and stiffening beneath my fingers. “When you undressed for me,” I say, “I liked watching you touch yourself. And I liked hearing you say that you did it while you thought about me.”

  “I even did it with those panties I stole,” he whispers.

  My eyes go wide. “Do you still have them?”

  “Maybe.” I hit his arm and he laughs. “What? I need something to remember that morning by.”

  I’m blushing from head to toe, but then I have an idea. It wasn’t what I intended, but now that the idea is in my mind I can’t stop it. “Maybe…maybe you could show me?”

  A slow grin slides across Kris’s mouth, and I wish I’d been filming that just so I can always see that expression. “Ms. Brack, are you saying you want to watch me masturbate?”

  “Yes.”

  “Unexpected. I like it.” He stands off the bed.

  I laugh. “You don’t have to leave.”

  “I need to make sure that you can watch me properly. And it would help if you gave me some motivation.”

  Laying back, I slowly spread my legs for him. “Like this?”

  Kris groans. “I knew you were a horny freak.”

  “I think I am.” I reach down between my legs and circle my fingers around my clit. I’m not really pleasuring myself—not yet. This is all for him. All for the show.

  Suddenly he leans forward, drawing his fingers down across my pussy. “I’ll just borrow this.” Using his fingers, he spreads my wetness over his cock before fisting the head and slowly stroking.

  “What did you think about?” I ask. “When you were jerking off to me.”

  The muscles in his forearms flex as he works himself over and over. Nothing but pure male perfection. I want to keep this in my mind forever.

  “Everything,” he says, punctuating his words with movement. “Every dirty thing that I want to do to you. Tie you to my bed and make you scream my name. See you on your knees in front of me with nothing but red lipstick that you smear all over my cock.”

  I blink at him, freezing in place. That’s an image that sticks in my head. And something that I can do. Right now. Slowly, I close my legs and slide off the bed. The vanity is three steps away, and Kris, all the while, is stroking that perfect cock.

  Red lipstick is something I love but that I rarely wear. Especially while I was actively trying to avoid relationships and the appearance of them. But right now? All I want to do is give him what he
wants.

  Not to mention the idea of finally tasting him has me squirming with desire.

  I put on the red lipstick in a few quick strokes and walk back to him. “Like this?” I sink to my knees.

  He’s so shocked that he stops moving, and I don’t waste time. I touch him. Stroking his shaft and learning the feel before I reach out and kiss the tip. “Fucking hell.”

  “Mmm.” I’ve never done this. But I’ve seen it done enough times in porn that I get the idea. Opening my mouth, I let him slip inside and glide along my tongue.

  Kris seems frozen. Not in a bad way—again I see that awe that I don’t feel like I completely deserve. Right now, it makes me feel powerful.

  I close my lips around his shaft and move down his length. The low groan he makes sends heat downwards to my core. Who thought that sucking cock would feel this hot?

  He’s too big for me to take all of him, or even most of him, but Kris doesn’t seem to care. His hips thrust gently into my mouth, and I suck on his skin, intentionally leaving a trail of red just like he said.

  We lock eyes, and he smiles, though his gaze is clouded with lust and arousal. “So fucking hot.” The words are so soft I’m not even sure that I heard them right. But one of his hands falls into my hair and he guides me deeper. Faster. I catch the rhythm that he’s guiding me to and keep it going.

  “Fuck.” Every time he slides into my mouth he groans. I watch the perfect muscles of his abs flex and stretch as he tries to hold himself back, but he can’t. He barely has time to tell me that he is before he’s coming in my mouth. Across my tongue.

  Deep, rich flavor. Salt and man. I’d always heard that people don’t like it. But I don’t mind it, and I make sure that he’s watching my face when I swallow him down. “A fucking horny freak,” he says with a laugh, running a hand through my hair. “You must be magic to get a second round out of me so fast.”

  The smirk that appears won’t be stopped. “I wonder if I could drag a third round out of you.”

  “What the fuck is going on in here?”

  I look over to my uncle standing in the doorway, eyes filled with fury and face so red it looks like he’s painted with pasta sauce. We were so entranced that neither of us heard the door open. It only takes a second for me to realize that I’m naked, and I scramble for my clothes. “Going on in here?” I yell as I manage to get a robe wrapped around me. “You told me that you were leaving town for three days.”