by Hope Ford
I walk behind him back up to the house and follow him inside. He takes my jacket and I’m beginning to second-guess the tank top I have on underneath. It’s white and stretched across my breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.
He stares at my chest and for the first time, I can see his attraction to me. I’ve wondered this whole time, why is he agreeing to do this? Am I being too pushy? Well, now, I can see it in his eyes. He wants me.
I arch my back, pressing my chest out, and his eyes linger on me. I feel my nipples harden and I bite my lip to hold back the moan. Yeah, tonight will be the only night, but I damn sure plan on making the most of it.
Lifting my leg, I slide off my boot. I start to tumble, but he grabs on to me, holding me steady. Without saying a word, I lift the other one and do the same thing. He’s staring at me and I can see the challenge in his eyes. I don’t stop. Taking a deep breath, I unzip my jeans and pull the tight material down my legs.
When I’m bent down pulling them off my legs, I take a deep breath, willing myself to go through with this. In normal circumstances, I would have hoped for dinner or at least talking. But no. That’s not what tonight is about.
As soon as I raise up, I pull my tank top up and off, letting it drop to the floor. Only then do I meet his eyes.
His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is more harsh than normal. His gaze travels down the length of me and back up. I fight the urge to suck in my belly, but at this point, I know he’s about to see it all. There’s no reason in trying to be something I’m not.
While he’s staring at the apex of my thighs, he reaches down and adjusts himself. I can feel my arousal pool in my panties. He’s hot. There’s no doubt about it. But the way he’s looking at me melts me to the core.
With more bravado than I’m feeling right now, I ask him, “We doing this or not?”
3
Zach
Oh she’s tempting, that’s for sure. Her confidence is sexy. She has on a black bra and panties and just looking at her curvy body has my cock hard and my resistance waning. Only minutes ago I was going to send her home. Well, now, there’s absolutely no way I can let her walk out that door. Not now. The thought not ever enters my mind, but I quickly tuck it to the side. No, I’m not going there. This is one night and I plan to make the most of it.
I take a step toward her and wrap one hand around the back of her neck and with the other, I grip her hip. The satin material of her underwear is smooth against my hand and I tighten my hold on her. It’s nice, but I want to touch her skin.
She tilts her chin up and I see the quiver of her lower lip. The only sign that maybe she’s not as full of bravado as I thought she was.
“Yeah,” I say to her.
Her forehead creases like she had forgotten the question she just asked me.
I lean down until my lips are only inches from hers. “Yeah, we’re doing this.”
Then I touch my lips to hers. She’s magnetic, pulling me in until I’m tilting her head to the side and devouring her lips with mine. Her moan is muffled in my mouth. I slide my hand down her shoulder and back and don’t stop until it’s resting on the curve of her ass. I squeeze her then, pulling her body against mine and holding on for dear life.
At this point, nothing is going to stop this. Nothing is going to come between me and her right now. She’s like a drug and I can’t seem to get enough.
I feel that I can’t get close enough to her. I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her up until her legs are around my waist and she’s tucked in, her hot wet pussy pressed against my stomach.
She pulls her head away and looks at me. Her eyes are glazed over and her lips are swollen from our kiss. I don’t take my eyes off her. We stare at each other as I turn and start walking down the hallway into my bedroom.
Before I get to the bed, I have my lips on her again, kissing her neck, across her shoulders and desperately trying to reach her hard nipples that are pressed against my chest.
I set her down on the bed and try to push her backwards. I’m ready for her; my hard cock pressed into the zipper of my jeans is proof of just how much I want her right now. I reach down, gripping my cock in my fist, holding myself, trying not to embarrass myself by coming in my shorts.
She resists me and stays sitting up. Her hand goes to my belly, stopping me from advancing on her. With her eyes on me, she says very quietly, “One night, right?” She doesn’t wait for me to respond, but I have the feeling if she pushed it, I would promise her anything right now.
She unbuttons my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper. “If it’s one night, I want the whole experience, Zach. I want to taste you. I want you inside me. I want it all.”
My hips flex and I about come in my shorts. Her words are like fire igniting under my skin. The fact that I was going to send her away has my stomach cramping.
I do the only thing I’m capable of. I nod my head at her. She puts her hands into each side of my pants and pulls them along with my underwear down my legs. I step out of each leg and she throws them to the side before looking up at me. She’s avoiding looking at my hard rod, which is standing straight up and pointing right at her.
I cup her chin, her face almost level with my cock between us. I don’t know if it’s fear or insecurity that I see in her eyes, but I have to reassure her. I have to let her know. “I want you, Shannon.”
Her smile takes over her face. Her hand presses against my flat stomach and I jerk at her touch. She smiles before looking down between us. Her hand caresses down my abdomen to the core of my sex, stroking her finger from the root of my cock to the end. My hips push forward, seeking her touch.
She fists her hand around my girth and I groan, “Yes.”
My hand wraps around the nape of her neck, pulling her to me. When she licks her lips, I know I’m a goner. I won’t last long and when she opens her mouth, her big blue eyes looking up at me while she takes me in, I send up a silent plea for me not to blow my load in her mouth.
Her hot mouth strokes me up and down, her tongue working magic against the underside of my cock. I’m about to lose it, flexing my hips, moving in and out of her mouth. She moans around me and the vibrations from it has me counting backwards, trying to hold myself back. She’s lost in herself, all attention on my cock. I can feel my balls tightening up and I try to move back, to pull out of her mouth, but she just grunts at me, squeezing my balls with one hand and holding on to my ass with the other. Her fingers dig into my ass and the pain along with the pleasure it brings almost puts me over the edge.
I have no choice. I grip on to her hair, plunging my cock deep inside her mouth until I feel it hit the back of her throat. Only then do I release rope after rope of my hot cum deep inside her mouth.
4
Shannon
When I first saw it, I wondered first how in the world it was going to fit into my mouth or my pussy. He’s big.
When he grips my head, holding me still, working his cock in and out of me, I can feel the wetness coat my thighs. I’ve ruined more than one pair of panties since I met him six weeks ago. What’s another pair?
When he shoots his cum into my mouth, I swallow it down and then lick his cock, just to make sure I got it all.
When I pop off of him with a smack, I feel a sense of confidence. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing, but if I go by his reaction, I did something right.
He tugs me up by my arms until I’m standing in front of him. He’s staring at me and the way he’s looking at me, almost like it’s the first time he’s really seen me, has me fidgeting. I reach back and undo my bra, just to have something to do. I let it fall from my shoulders and drop to the floor. I look up at him then and he’s still staring at me. I take off my panties, my eyes on his the whole time. His stare is intense, but I don’t look away. When I’m finally naked before him, he lowers his eyes. I want to look away. I don’t want to see his reaction the first time he sees me.
Is he going to care that I have extra paddin
g around my middle? Will he care that my breasts are large, but nowhere near as perky as a woman of twenty-two should be? When he doesn’t say anything, and his eyes are hooded so I can’t see what he’s thinking, I start to walk away. I start to back up, but the back of my knees hit the bed.
He reaches for me then, his hand going to my jaw and forcing me to look back up at him.
“I imagined this… what you would look like, but I’ll tell you that my imagination didn’t do you justice. You’re beautiful, Shannon. You take my breath away.”
His words gut me. I keep reminding myself, One night. This is one night.
His lips seek mine in a gentle kiss before he kisses down my shoulder blades and then to the peak of each of my breasts. His warm breath on my hard nipple has me grabbing on to his shoulders. He takes his time with each, suckling me and making me feel things I’ve never felt before.
He pushes me gently and I sit down on the edge of the bed. He scoots me backwards and tries to pry open my legs. Holding them together, I shake my head side to side. He smiles then, kissing my kneecaps. “Open for me, Shannon. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
I shake my head again. His hands go across each knee and down my inner thighs. His touch forces me to open to him. He grips on to the meaty flesh of my thighs and his gaze is on me. I want to close my legs; I know my face is flaming red. But when he licks his lips, staring at my swollen, wet lips, I keep them open. He kisses my mound, then slides his finger through my slit. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
He grunts the words at me, but I don’t have time to be ashamed or embarrassed because he latches on to me, stroking his firm tongue across my tight bundle of nerves. His finger enters me slowly, in and out, while his tongue works my clit. It isn’t long before I’m gripping the sheets in my hands, tugging them. The feeling he’s bringing out of me is almost too much to bear.
My whole body starts to tauten underneath of him. I want to scream and a part of me wants to beg him to stop. I’ve had an orgasm before, but never with someone else. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I have no control over my body. I grip the back of his neck, holding him to me, not wanting him to stop. He groans against me and it’s just what I needed because I’m coming then. I’m coming in his mouth, but he still doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up until he’s licked every ounce of my juices and only then does he come up with his lips and chin glistening.
My eyes on him, he climbs up the bed and his cock is hard again. I look down between us and this time the head of his cock is purple and angry looking. There’s pre-cum glistening on the tip and I lick my lips, wanting another taste of him.
He’s holding me open, my legs on each side of his hips.
“I want to be in you bare,” he says to me, looking into my eyes.
My legs are trembling and I can’t seem to hold them steady. Nodding my head at him, I tell him, “I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
My voice trembles but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I’m clean,” he grunts as he strokes his hardness against my seeping, wet folds.
He enters me slowly and my trembling legs start to full-on shake. I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I can’t stop it. He puts his big hands on my knees. “Are you okay?”
I don’t have the voice to answer him. I nod my head while lifting my hips off the bed and raising up to meet him. He slides just a little farther inside me and I clench around him. I’m hoping he doesn’t stop. My body is still recovering from the orgasm by his mouth, but I want him inside me.
His hands slide up my thighs, up my stomach and to my breast. I watch as he caresses me and my legs fall farther apart. “You’re so tight,” he mutters as he slides deeper inside of me. I think this is it, it’s about to happen, and then his hips jerk to a halt.
“What the fuck?” he asks me, his eyes wide and sweat dripping on his forehead. “You’re a virgin?”
I’m looking up at him and I can see the hesitancy in his face. I can see everything he’s thinking in his eyes. He wanted a one-night stand and he thinks I’m going to turn into a stage four clinger when this is done. I plant my feet farther up the bed and push my hips with all my might. He slams into me and I let out a small scream as he breaks through the thin layer of skin that was separating us.
When he’s fully seated inside of me, I wait. I wait to see if he’s going to stop, if he’s going to pull out. His head falls down to my chest and he takes three big, deep breaths. He kisses between my breasts before he puts his chin on me and looks up at my face. I hear him whisper, “God help me, Shannon. I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t stop.”
His words hurt me, but I don’t let him see that. I brush the hair that fell over his brow line. “I don’t want you to.”
He starts moving his hips then and the pain I felt only moments ago is gone. In its place is a burning need to move my hips. He’s pushing in and out of me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. The buildup is instantaneous and I know I’m about to come. I clench my core tight around him, and he continues to push in and out of me. “So…damn… tight,” he moans.
He then slows down, driving slowly into me, dragging it out, bringing me down from the high I was just on. Over and over, he brings me to the brink and then slows it down. My body is on fire and I know what I want, I know what I need.
When he does it again, I push him to his back and go with him. I’m impaled on his cock, but this time, I’m in control. He grips my hips, holding me as I go up and down on his hard shaft. I grunt with every thrust of my hips and when his hold tightens and I feel pain where he’s holding me, I don’t let up. No, I ride him until we both come and I’m milking his cock, pulling his seed deep inside my womb.
I wish I could say I was graceful, but I’m not. When I’m done grunting and climaxing on top of him, I fall down all around him, barely able to catch my breath.
5
Zach
I knew this was a bad idea. We no sooner catch our breaths than she’s getting dressed, ready to leave. I watch her walk through the house, picking up her panties and bra in the bedroom and then going out to the living room to get her clothes.
I follow behind her, pulling on my shorts along the way. “What are you doing?”
She stands up, shoulders back and a smile on her face. I look at her closely and when I think I might figure out what her eyes are telling me, she looks away. “I’m leaving. One night, right?”
She’s putting on her bra and panties and I can’t take my eyes off her. She has to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “I didn’t mean that you had to leave as soon as we’re done. Geez, Shannon, I’m an ass but I’m not heartless.”
She stands up after sliding her panties on. “I know you’re not. You’re actually one of the greatest guys I know.” She starts pulling on her clothes and it’s muffled, but I can still hear her. “You don’t date or do commitments. You were honest and upfront about it. You’re not an ass.”
Confused, I throw my hands up in the air. “If I’m so great, why are you running out of here like this? Don’t you think we need to talk about this? I mean, you were a virgin, for crying out loud. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because…” she starts and her phone rings. “Hold that thought.” She digs it out of her purse and holds her finger up at me to be quiet as she answers. “Hello?”
She mm-hmms and says, “Yes, I remember. I’ll be there” before she tells whoever it is that she’s got to go.
She no sooner hangs up than I ask her, “Who was that?”
She tilts her head at me questioningly. “Uh, it was April. She was reminding me about dinner tomorrow.”
I nod. “Yeah, Terry invited me too.”
She pockets her phone and slings her purse over her shoulder. “Great! So I’ll see you then.”
She twirls on her feet and walks toward the front door. It isn’t until she gets to the bottom of the steps that she remembers to tell me goodbye and even then it’s only a small wave before
she’s hot footing it to her car.
I stand in the doorway and watch her drive down the road. I know I told her this was one night, but hell, she didn’t have to run out of here. Honestly, I could have held her in my arms for a little while longer. But the longer we lay there, the more withdrawn she got.
I shut the door and walk back into the house. I go over to the recliner, sit down and kick my feet up. Everything in the last few hours has been in fast motion.
I throw my head back, still lost in my thoughts of everything that just happened. She was a virgin. I had suspected it, but when she agreed to come over I thought she wasn’t as innocent as I thought she was.
Just thinking about sinking into her has my cock growing between my legs. I reach down to stroke it when my phone rings. I grab it off the counter and gruffly answer, “What?”
A laugh comes over from the other end. “Whoa. What’s up with you, brother?”
I sigh into the phone. “Nothing. What do you need, Baker?” It’s one of my friends from the fire department. Not that I’m treating him like one now. No, right now, he’s more like a nuisance.
“A few of us were going out to the bar, thought you’d want to join us.” I hear a few of the guys in the background laughing. Any other time, I would be all over it. I’m always the first one to jump in on going out, especially if it means meeting women.
But instead of agreeing, I make up some lame excuse about needing to stay home.
The other end of the phone is silent for so long, I say into it, “Baker, you still there?”
He laughs into the phone. “Uh, yeah, but did I just hear you right? You’re going to pass up going to meet women?”
“Yeah. Look, sorry, I gotta go,” I tell him quickly and hang up.
I toss my phone onto my lap and put my hands through my hair. I lean forward, thinking maybe I should go, get my thoughts off things, but instead, I pick up my phone and send a text. You make it home okay?
