by Frankie Love
"Spring," I murmur softly, just in the moment before our lips meet. And, as soon as they do, I know that there is no way that I am getting her back to her place tonight.
6
Spring
I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him properly, our tongues colliding as our lips part and our bodies move against one another. How can a man who looks this rugged and untamed be this sweet? This perfect?
I have never been with a man before. Never met one who made my heart pound and my belly flip-flop. It’s kind of a shock to realize how much I want this right now. How badly I need to feel his body against mine, maybe even inside of me. Standing in his flower patch, with the soft petals brushing against my legs, this feels so much like a dream that I can’t think of it being real.
He pulls me inside his house, closing the door behind me and pushing me back against it. He growls against my mouth, and I swear I can feel it right down in my soul. My whole body responds to his touch, his hands on my waist, pulling me close.
I can already feel his hardness against my hip. He wants me. He’s wanted me since the moment I walked into the tattoo shop. It has been written all over everything that he has done, everything in the way he touches me – everything that he craves from me.
I gasp against him as he lowers his mouth to my neck, trailing his tongue over my throat. The heat makes my heart pound harder. I need him inside of me. I have never – I don’t know how to tell him that I have never done this before, but I am sure that I need to express it before this goes any further.
"Are you okay?" he murmurs against my ear, as though he can sense that there is something going through my mind right now. I nod, flick my eyes up to meet his.
"I’ve – I’ve never... I’m a virgin," I blurt out. Oh, shit. He’s going to think that I’m some uptight prude, isn’t he? Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut...
But instead, he smiles, traces a finger over my lips playfully.
"You really are old-fashioned, aren’t you?” he remarks. I smile.
"Is that going to be a problem?"
"Not if you’re willing to let me make you come," he replies. "Because I don’t think I can let you walk out of here without hearing you orgasm..."
He kisses me again, and his words sear through me, branding themselves on my brain like they have always belonged there. I am nervous, sure, but I know that I am doing the right thing, giving in to him, to this, to everything that comes with it.
He leads me to a couch, where he eases me down, standing over me as he leans down to plant a kiss on my cheek, brushing his lips over the very corner of my mouth. My whole body feels as though it is seizing up. I can’t control this – can't control myself. I don’t want to.
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I reach for him, pulling him close, already knowing what he wants to do to me. I ache for it, ache for him.
He pushes up my dress, my thighs exposed. My panties wet. He groans, running his callused hands over my skin, easing my knees apart as he kneels before me. He plants a kiss on the inside of my thigh and I can feel the roughness of his stubble against my skin – I let out a helpless moan, run my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of him there. Loving the knowledge that he is willing to do anything that he can to take me where I need to go.
"I want to taste you," he tells me, and his eyes flick up to meet mine as he brushes his lips further up my thigh. As though I am going to tell him to stop.
My breath tearing out of me, I nod, and he moves up a little further. I can’t take my eyes off of him, don’t even know how I could right now. I just want to feel him taste me, feel his lips touch my...
"Oh,” I whimper as he pulls down my panties and plants his mouth against my bare pussy for the first time. I keep myself well groomed, and he seems to like the way I taste, the way I look.
“Fuck, your pussy is sweet.” He pets me. “And you look so pure, so ripe, so fucking hot.” His mouth lowers again, his tongue against my folds.
The sensation is so new and so shocking that it takes me a moment to work out if I like it or not – but then, his tongue extends further, caressing over my clit, and my body sinks back into the couch as all the tension leaks from my muscles at once.
"Ohh, Shotgun," I moan, and I grasp his head, holding him in place as he starts to go down on me, my feet lifting to the edge of the couch, my knees splayed open as I grant him access to all of me.
How have I never done this before? It feels so good, I know that it’s going to be impossible for me to think of anything but how much I want this, how much I want him, from this moment on.
His tongue is soft and curious, a sharp contrast to how masculine and dominant the rest of him seems to be. I can hardly believe that this is really happening, but it is. This man, his head between my legs, his mouth pressed against my pussy, is going down on me like I am the most delicious thing that he has ever had in his entire life – and I want it. I want more.
I tip my head back onto the couch as he grasps my thighs, pushing my legs a little further apart so that he can take in every inch of me. I can already feel that orgasm starting to build inside of me, and I am amazed at how easily it seems to come. I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure that he is pouring into me, merciless with the way he is touching me, his tongue swirling circles around and around my clit until my thighs have started to clench around his head, and...
"Oh," I groan as the orgasm washes through me, like a cool breeze on a summer day. It’s the relief I have needed since the moment he pulled me through that door, something precious and indulgent and so deliciously good that I am sure that I’m not going to stay pinned to the ground below me. But his hands are on mine, fingers locking with my own, as though he is making sure every way that he knows how that I am his. That I belong to him.
He pulls away at last, finally giving me a moment to catch a breath. His mouth finds mine again, and I can taste my wetness on his lips, the sweetness of us mixed together. And, as I tuck my hand behind his head, I know that I am far from done with him for the night.
7
Shotgun
When she kisses me again, I know that she wants more. I don’t want to push her, not if it’s her first time, but the way she is touching me, it’s hardly as though she’s keen to get out the door. I sink down onto the couch beside her, trying to ignore the grinding pressure of my hard-on between my legs. I need to be inside her. I need to see the look on her face when I push into her for the first time...
But I have to hold back. She has to set the pace. And, as her nails drag across the nape of my neck and her mouth comes to my ear, she tells me what I need to hear.
"I need you inside me," she tells me. I swear, the sound of those words coming out of her mouth is enough to get me harder than I’ve ever been in my life – I can still taste the honey-sweetness of her tight pink pussy on my lips, and I want nothing more than to feast on every other part of her that I need right now.
I lean down and scoop her up into my arms, and she giggles and catches hold of me, her arms around my shoulders as she kisses my neck. Her body is so small and curvy, so supple, so gorgeously sexy, it’s hard to think of anything else except how I plan to pleasure her.
I toss her down onto the bed and pounce on top of her – she grabs me and kisses me again, arching her back so that she can press her body against mine. Fuck, yes. I love the way she reacts to me as though I am the most tempting thing on the planet. That’s what I want to be to her. That’s what I want her to see me as.
She grasps my head as my hands move to strip her down to nothing, pulling off her dress and tossing it aside, making sure that she is utterly and totally naked beneath me. Her body is gloriously unclothed, the curve of her waist to her hips and then down to her slender thighs almost more than I can take – I trace my hand down the shape of her, wanting nothing more than to taste each inch of her untouched body for the first time, show her just how much she has been missing.
Her nipples are nut-brown and al
ready swollen to hardness, and I can’t resist leaning down and sinking my teeth into them – she lets out a gasp of shock, but then cradles my head right there, a moan escaping her lips to tell me how much she loves it.
It doesn’t take long till I am as naked as she is, my clothes cast aside so that we can really feel each other’s bodies the way that we need to.
I am not sure that there is anything better in the world than what she is giving to me right now. If she didn’t want to take another step further then I would have been just fine with lying here next to her, exploring her perfect naked body, admiring how she looks in the soft light of the moon outside.
But, instead, as I pull her against my chest, I know that she wants more. She is ready to do this, and who am I to deny her after she has waited so long?
"Please," she murmurs in my ear, her voice laced with a desire that makes me want to be the man she needs. I intend to make sure that she sees just how much I appreciate the gift of her first time.
I roll on top of her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply – my cock nestled against the crook of her thigh – and I can already feel the slickness on her skin from the orgasm that I gave her in the living room. She is ready for this. She wants this.
She needs this.
I push my knee between her legs to part them, and take my cock in my hand, pressing the head against the entrance to her slick pussy. Her eyes widen, and she catches her breath. I know that I have a pretty thick cock, and I’m not sure if she’s going to be able to take it all this first time. But honestly, as I feel the wetness of her pussy against my dick, I’m not sure that I’m going to be able to hold back.
"You sure?" I ask her, and she reaches up to grasp my shoulders, takes a deep breath, and then nods.
"I’m sure," she promises me. And, with that, I slowly ease myself into her virgin pussy for the very first time.
She doesn’t make a sound, but I can feel the way that her body reacts to my entrance. Her muscles clench for a moment and then she begins to relax as I push further inside of her, letting her get used to the feeling of it, to the sweet sensation of her pussy wrapping me for the first time.
"Are you okay?" I murmur against her ear as I push further, letting my whole length move inside of her. She nods, holding her breath, her fingers digging into my skin, and I hold myself still for a long moment as I let her get used to the sensation.
"It feels... good," she breathes back, and her eyes widen as they meet mine, as though she can hardly believe what she is saying is real.
"You feel amazing, Spring," I tell her, and I pull back and then thrust in again, harder this time. Fuck, she feels so good, her pussy is so wet – wet and warm and tight, holding me in like she was made to take me like this.
"Oh," she gasps as I begin to move into her properly, in and out, filling her over and over again. I have to take my time, the sensation so intense that it takes everything I have not to just bottom out inside of her right then and there. But I want to make this last. I want to make sure that her first time is one that she never forgets.
And I want to make sure that her first time with me is not her last time with me, either.
Soon, I lose all sense of time – soon, all I can think about is the way she feels underneath me, the way she feels pressed up against me like this. I am starving for her, hungering for more, and I know that I am not going to be able to hold back forever.
She is pushing her body back against mine, our skin so close it feels like we could meld into one at any moment. I can hear her breath coming faster and faster and I know that she is getting close. The two of us are drawing near, together, in the same moment. That tingling deep inside of me tells me that I won’t be able to last much longer, but I am determined to hold out as long as it takes to see her fall over the edge and into the relief that she needs so badly...
And, as though I have just willed it from her, she finally comes once more.
This time, the sound that tears out of her throat seems ripped from someplace deep inside of her – it’s something powerful and demanding, something that makes my head spin with want for her. I can’t keep myself in any longer, not as I feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm spreading from her body to mine like a wildfire.
Moments later, I feel it hit me, the wave of relief as I come deep inside of her, thrusting so deep that I can’t think of anything else. It is as though our bodies are coming together in the way that they have always been meant to...
By the time that both of us come back down to earth, I am still inside of her, and she is breathing hard, her eyes pinned to the ceiling above us, and a smile spreading out over her gorgeous face. I kiss her cheek and pull out, and she lies back on the bed.
"That was..." she murmurs, and I cover her mouth with mine before she can get another word out.
I don’t need her to say anything. I just need her to stay here, with me.
Maybe forever.
As long as it takes, at least, for the two of us to get our fill.
8
Spring
I wake the next morning to the sound of birds chirping in Shotgun’s yard, mixed with the soft sound of his breath as he lies next to me. I reach over nervously, sneaking a glance at the slumbering man beside me, and I can’t help but smile.
Got my first tattoo and popped my cherry in one day, huh? That has to count for something. He rolls over, wraps his arms around me tight, and I nestle into him happily. Yeah, I can’t see myself wanting to go anywhere for the rest of the day. I close my eyes, and I am about to doze back off to sleep once more when I hear my phone buzzing where I left it in my dress pocket the night before.
"Hmm?” Shotgun murmurs from behind me, and I groan.
"I’m sorry, I think I have to get this," I tell him. I’m sure that it’s going to be my father, asking where the hell I spent the night, and, though I don’t much feel that he needs an answer to that, I am sure that he is not going to back off until he gets one.
"You sure you can’t just stay here with me?" he asks, and his hand slides down my thigh, fingers tracing playfully against my skin in a way that makes me shiver with want.
"Let me just see what this is about first," I tell him, and I reach over to grab my phone, making sure to keep the covers wrapped around me. I don’t want to get out of this bed if I can avoid it. I want to stay here with him all day, doze in his arms, listen to the steady sound of his breathing and his heartbeat as he sleeps. I have never spent the night with a man before, but now that I have done it once, I am sure that I am going to be doing everything I can to make it happen again, as soon as possible.
I check the text that’s waiting for me – and my stomach drops when I see that it’s from Todd. Surely my father hasn’t sent him to do his dirty work, has he...?
And then, I open the text. And everything feels like it is spinning out of control.
Shotgun must have noticed the tension that entered my body, because he leans over my shoulder and plants a kiss against my arm.
"Are you okay?" he asks. My hand is shaking so much that I can hardly make sense of the message in front of me. It’s from Todd, yes, but it’s not about where I spent the night.
It’s about my father. And it’s telling me that he’s in the hospital. It’s timestamped a couple of hours ago, and it was the follow-up text that woke me up. We need to catch the next flight ASAP!! He’s in surgery.
How long has he been in there? And what am I doing, so far from his side?
"I need to go," I tell Shotgun at once, and I scramble out of bed, trying to grab my clothes and text Todd back at the same time, giving him my address.
"What are you talking about?" Shotgun asks. I can hear a tinge of hurt in his voice, though I am sure he is doing his best to hide it. I want to tell him that this has nothing to do with him, that last night was perfect, but my brain is so full of panic and distress that I can’t think of anything but getting out of here.
"I have – I just need to go,"
I blurt out. I can feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes. I need to get out of here. What happened to him? What am I going to do now? Is this my punishment, for going out into the world and doing something like this? Whatever happened to my father, I should have been there to stop it, should have been close by to make sure that it didn’t happen.
"I can drive you where you need to be," he assures me. "Just give me a second, okay–"
"It’s okay, my dad’s closest friend is coming for me," I reply. I already sent off a message to Todd, asking him to pick me up at the compound we’re in now.
It means that he’s going to know just what I have been up to out here, but honestly, I don’t give a damn. All that I care about is seeing my father again, making sure that he’s going to be all right. And I know my dad is like a father to Todd, so I know he must be a wreck too.
"Please, Spring," Shotgun begs me, but I can barely look at him right now.
"I’m sorry," I tell him, knowing I can’t tell him more because he will want to come with me. And he can’t. It’s the last thing my father would want. "I – I have to go. I’ll... speak to you soon, okay?"
"If you need anything," he murmurs, and he grabs my hand, squeezes it tight. “I can come with you.”
I close my eyes. Some part of me wants to throw myself into his arms, let him comfort and hold me, but I manage to contain myself. That’s not going to do my father any good. I have to go.
The last thing my father would want is to see a biker at his hospital bedside.
I hurry to the door and, by the time that I get outside, Todd is just pulling around the corner in his cruiser. He looks me up and down as I climb in, and I can tell that he has a whole lot of questions about where I have been and who I have been with.
"What happened?" I ask him at once.
"Car crash," Todd replies, putting the cruiser back in gear and pulling away quickly. Honestly, I don’t blame him – cop cars probably aren’t too welcome around these parts.
