by Sierra Hill
“You like that, baby?” Her answer is to arch off the bed and push her tit further into my mouth as I pluck the nipple of the other breast.
I don’t go easy on her. My lips suckle her nipples hard as I bite and nibble my way between the two, down her sternum, before being blocked by the material of her dress and then move back up to her mouth.
We kiss and suck at each other’s mouths for long minutes. Sometimes gently, sometimes with a hard-driving desire but with enough passion that has my cock wondering what the hell I’m waiting for.
Just do it, asshole. Fuck her.
I explore along the side of her torso, over the curve of her hip, sliding my fingers up the outside of her leg, and then slip them between her thighs where she is so fucking hot that I just know she’ll be slippery wet when I finally reach her bare pussy.
I tease the sensitive flesh of her thigh, working my way up along the inside until I find the edge of her panties. I travel down her body, slinking down so my gaze is at her navel. She goes still, legs and arms locking in a frigid pose. I stop and lift my head to look up at her.
“Peyton, look at me, baby.”
She opens her eyes and I smile at her warmly. “You know we have to start somewhere, don’t you?”
She gives an imperceptible nod. “And I’m going to start with my mouth on your pussy. I’m going to warm it up so nice and hot for you. Get you all wet and hot so when we’re ready, I can just slide my cock in so easy, you’ll be fucking panting, squirming with so much pleasure you’ll be screaming for more.”
Her chest rises and falls with what I hope is anticipation, as much anticipation that I have coursing through my body right now. I return my gaze down to where my fingers strum over the lace of her panties.
“Did you wear these with the intention of me seeing them?”
She smiles coyly, moving her head side-to-side on the pillow. “Maybe.”
I dip my head and slip my tongue in the groove of her belly button, swirling it around in the same way my finger paints the canvas of her flat stomach. The gasp she sucks in and lets out drives me closer to the edge of insanity, wanting to be balls deep within her right this fucking minute.
If she were any other woman, I’d probably already be there. But this is Peyton and I need to take my time, even though she wants it over and done with. There is no way I’m not giving her everything she deserves her very first time and I want her one hundred percent ready to take me in.
I remove my tux jacket, undo my tie and fling the garments onto the floor behind me. Then I remove my cufflinks one by one, setting them on the bedside table, where I’ve already laid out the condom for later. She watches my every move, quiet and observant. I roll up the sleeves of my white dress shirt and then unbutton, all under the watchful eye of Peyton.
“Can I tell you that your pussy has played a starring role in my dreams these past few weeks?” I drop my hand to my pants, unbutton and unzip, and then remove them one leg at a time, before dropping them to join their counterparts on the floor. I’m now left in just my black briefs, which need to remain on for me to keep things progressing slowly.
If Peyton’s surprised by my candor, she doesn’t show it.
I hover back over her lower body, brushing soft, wispy kisses over her belly, angling my face between her legs as they stretch long across the bed. Placing both hands at her hips, I dig my fingers underneath the elastic band of her thong and yank it down. It tangles at her ankles and she kicks them off. Then I grip her thighs, thumbs digging into that perfect flesh, and part them wide.
Her pussy is bare.
Bare, bare, bare.
And dripping wet.
I lick my lips, my eyes drinking her in as I bend forward between her legs until I’m inches from her virginal entrance.
“Has anyone ever eaten you out, Peyton? Licked your pussy until you were coming against their tongue?”
When she shakes her head to the contrary, a strangled howl takes flight from my chest. I want to beat on my chest with animalistic delight as I relish in the fact that I will be in her first in all of these new experiences.
“Good. Because it’ll be me eating you out – my pussy – and I will have you coming so many times you’ll beg me to stop.”
Chapter 23
Peyton
Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus, this is so much better than I could have ever imagined.
I may be a virgin and may have kept boys at arms-length through most of my college existence, but that doesn’t mean I’m shy about sex. Or what I want.
I’ve had many real and honest conversations about sex with both Brooklyn and Kyler. About what they’ve experienced with their lovers and all the dirty, naughty bits related to sex with a partner. All the good, the bad and the ugly portrayals of the practical side of sexual acts. The sounds, the noises, the delicate matters of tastes and odors.
But none of it made me squeamish or embarrassed or had me wondering why people even did things like that.
In fact, it only made me more eager to experience it myself.
And now here we are and none of that had me ready for what Brody is doing to me with his mouth right now. Or his dirty talk that is so filthy I now understand what it means when women cream their pants.
As I watch him lick his lips and descend between my legs, the first touch of his tongue has my hips bolting off the bed. It even extracts a growl from Brody, who places a forearm across my pelvic bone to keep me in place. His head pops up and brows drawn in.
“Am I going to need to restrain you?”
A nervous giggle bubbles up out of my throat and I relax. “I don’t know, you might. But I promise I’ll be good for now. Proceed…”
I gesture for him to move along with his ministrations and he leaves me with a sexy smirk and then his mouth returns to the very wet flesh between my legs.
The sight of his dark hair, a little rumpled now from the way I’ve been raking my hands through while we made out, is so sexy that I whimper out a sigh.
I’ve never gotten this far with a guy before, always shutting things down the minute they tried getting into my pants. I’m sure I’m the reason for a lot of blue balls in my time. But it doesn’t matter in the least to me now. Not when it all led up to this moment.
Brooklyn once told me that since I’d waited this long for sex, I should wait until I meet the man who would give me all the feels.
And oh, my word, Brody gives me everything. My entire body feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off any moment.
I squirm under his ministrations, giving him the opportunity to slip his free hand underneath my ass and hoist my thigh open, opening me wider for his mouth and tongue to gain access. I stare down at his hungry mouth as he plants gentle kisses along the flesh of my inner thigh, his lips trailing up and down before they dive back in to play with my clit.
The noises he makes are so unexpected. It sounds like he actually enjoys what he’s doing. Likes the way I taste. Is really into making me come.
The dark and rough stubble that covers his jaw and mouth scrape savagely over my private places, tingles roll through my body, building up steam and intensity until I know the shock waves will shatter me. Everything below my belly is tense and on fire.
His grip tightens on my thigh and I relish the idea there’ll be marks left behind where his fingers dug into my skin, bruising me with the memory of our night together.
He presses the tip of his tongue to my clit and then flutters it wildly as I drag in a gasp of air, clutching his hair in my fingers. His finger finds my opening and burrows inside and holy moly, my world will never be the same again. I moan loudly, every single muscle in my already tightened body quivering like it’s about to snap apart.
“You like that, baby? Are you going to beg me to give you more?”
I just nod, a maniacal grin etching across my mouth because I’m wordless right now. There’s too much pleasure zapping me in all my erogenous zones that I can do is grin like a lunatic high
on sex.
I press up to my elbows to watch the slide of his finger inside me, as he drags it out and brushes his wet knuckles over my mound. And then he literally goes in for the kill when two of his fingers disappear inside me.
“Brody.” I roll my hips, unable to stop myself, as my elbows give out and I drop back against the pillow. “Please, please, please. I need…”
He chuckles darkly and nuzzles his nose against my crease. “I know what you need, baby.”
And then he depresses his tongue inside my opening, along with his fingers, and pumps them both as I feel my inner muscles clenching and spasming.
“Oh my God.” My head flops back and forth on the pillow as I fight it off with a groan.
Everything turns into full-on sensation. My eyes flutter closed so I can just feel the product of his mouth and fingers as Brody devours me, shattering me piece by pieces and then picking me back up again as he sends me higher and higher, until I reach that ever-elusive pinnacle of sexual awareness.
I come violently and almost spastically, my hands clawing at the covers looking for purchase to keep me from falling from the sky, my hips thrashing, and his name being screamed from the top of my lungs.
Overwhelming sensations pummel me with every spasm, and they keep going, as the fingers he still has lodged inside me continue to flutter fast and hard, but soon gentle and slow. As if I went from inside the eye of a violent summer storm and then am suddenly dropped into a placid lake, my body sinks into the bed, as he removes his fingers from my body.
Brody pushes to his knees, as I peel my eyes open just enough to see him swipe the back of his hand over his mouth. All I can do is give him a lazy grin, watching him shift over the edge of the bed to the nightstand and pluck the condom between his finger and thumb.
I take the moment to admire the smooth lines of his body. The tight muscles of his back that bow and flex as he moves. I envision him running on the beach, shirtless, stopping at the local park to do pull-ups and impressing all the young girls that gawk at him entranced by his fluid beauty.
His two tattoos, one etched over his heart and the other wrapped around his bicep, want me asking what they mean to him. Wanting to know everything about him. I prop myself up with a palm on the mattress and reach out to trace the one over his heart as he rips the condom with his teeth.
It’s a date in Roman numerals, but I don’t know or ask what it signifies, because my gaze immediately lowers to his very heavy erection that he’s stroking in his own hand. I stare with unabashed lust. The act of his hand stroking his own flesh is both dirty and gritty. And it’s such a turn-on.
I run my hand down his bare chest, over the ripples in his abdominal muscles, until it bumps his on an upstroke.
I lift my eyes demurely to his, asking without words if I can help.
“You want to touch me?” he asks, his voice gruff and strained. Just like his erection in his palm.
I actually want to do a lot more than just touch his cock, but don’t know how to put any of that into words.
He opens his fist and guides my fingers around his erection, fitting them in a tight grip around the hard yet smooth appendage. I never expected a man’s penis to feel like this. Solid, yes, but silky smooth, too? My mouth waters at the thought of licking the ridge and across the tip that glistens with pre-com.
Brody moves our hand in tandem, stroking from the root to the tip, increasing the grip as we move back down.
He does this a few times and then lets his own hand fall away, leaving me solo to continue his pleasure.
The sound he makes when I lean in and flick that little bead of liquid at the tip of his cock is a mixture of pure pleasure and agony. It has me dizzy with desire and the ache between my legs returns with a vengeance, pulsating at the need to be filled.
Without second guessing myself, I open my mouth wide and suck him inside. The entirety of this situation is brand new to me and while I know what to do, I don’t really know how to do it. But intuition and nature take over, as I begin to stroke and suck, my tongue rolling around his turgid length in a dance that seems to ebb and flow with his own groans of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Peyton. Yes, that’s it, baby. Suck me in deep.”
And I do. I swallow him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging myself in the process, my eyes watering from the sensation, but I don’t let up. I just keep swallowing around the head of his dick because I know he loves it and I love the way it makes me feel.
Like I’m in control.
A rush of pleasure centers between my legs and I clench them together. It’s sensory overload with the sound of Brody groaning, and the slurping and gagging noises I make as I give him head.
The pressure from Brody’s hand on my head grows heavier and then he suddenly pulls out of my mouth, leaving my lips parted, mouth empty and my brows narrowing at his disappearance.
“I’m getting too close,” he says, sheathing himself with the condom he still holds loosely in his hand. When his eyes meet my bewildered look again, he smiles. “And I want to come inside you.”
He crowds over me, pushing me to lean back, his body covering mine in the delightful blanket of nakedness. Brody wedges over me, fitting himself between my legs as I open wider to accommodate his size. He positions his elbows at my ribs, and then drags his cock over my clit.
“You ready for me?” Brody asks, grinding his cock in an encouraging circle over my entrance and I nearly break apart again.
“Oh yes. So ready.”
But my words aren’t exactly in sync with my nerves, and I screw my eyes shut tight, and tense up the moment he guides the head of his cock to my opening. He stops and my lids fly open in alarm.
“What? Is something wrong?” I glance down between us but he’s smiling down at me with a look of gentling calm.
“Peyton, this is supposed to feel good. I want to make you feel good.”
I know this. “I know.”
“So why do you look like you’re about to be tortured to death?”
“I-I…” I stammer and turn my head to hide myself in the pillow. “I’m just scared it’ll hurt.”
Brody gently eases my face back to his with a finger underneath my chin.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod. “Of course. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
He leans down, his mouth inches from mine and I can smell myself on him. I’m flooded with emotions knowing how much Brody has changed my life with everything he’s given me. I wouldn’t be here now without him.
Brody kisses my lips, moving down my jawline to my neck and then settles at my ear. His entire body is still, pressed lightly against me at every connecting point.
“Then trust me enough to know that I will stop if you say stop. If anything hurts or you need something else, just say the word. Okay?”
My heart shimmies and quakes at how incredibly sweet this man is. In his position, he can just take and take and take whatever he wants from people. He could just take me and use me without a care in the world.
But that’s not who he is. He’s a giver and gentle soul.
My body relaxes as he kisses his way back up to my face. I cradle his face in my palms and stare into his eyes. His cheeks are flushed and warm, his lips wet from me.
“Okay.”
I slip my hand down Brody’s side, reaching between us to grab his cock and guide him back to my entrance. I throw my legs over his hips, crossing at my ankles as the movement aides in opening me further as he eases inside me.
He doesn’t get far and stills. “Breathe, Peyton.”
I do as he says and take a deep inhale of breath and then a sharp pinch occurs when he plunges forward, lodging himself all the way inside. And then I release my breath in a long sigh-slash-gasp-slash-moan of relief.
Sure, there’s a little pain, like sandpaper rubbing against a cut, but as he pulls out, pushing his torso up to cage me in with his arms locked to my sides, I feel a delicious surge of desire.
/> “You doing okay? Want me to stop?”
Okay? Am I just okay? No, I’m not. I went sprinting past that hurdle the minute I exhaled and now I just want to run toward the finish line.
I grab his bare ass cheeks in my hands, digging into the fleshy mounds that always look fantastic in his dress pants, and press my heels into the back of his legs.
Brody chuckles, and with a playful smirk, he bends down to kiss me and I bite his bottom lip between my teeth as he grits out a moan while sliding easily back inside.
And all I can think about is, if sleeping with the boss is so wrong, I don’t ever want to be right.
Chapter 24
Brody
I’ve never slept with a virgin before Peyton or had to worry about making a woman’s first time enjoyable, relaxing and worry-free.
It prickles at the back of my mind to wonder why Peyton, a beautiful and sensual woman, would still be a virgin at her age. The thought quickly vanishes from my head when she arches her back, pushing her breasts up upwards to the ceiling, her nipples hard buds that call me like sirens to suck on.
I feel the soft give of her body now, how it’s relaxed naturally to take in the size and girth of my cock as her tight pussy clamps around me every time I bury myself to the hilt. Her lust-drenched blue eyes are dark now, shuttered and hazy with desire and her breath is as choppy as mine. My balls are on the verge of exploding, and I want to spill every drop of cum inside her hot virgin cunt.
There are so many things I want to do with her tonight. I imagine flipping her over and diving in from behind, as I palm her perfect breasts and let their weight jiggle in my hands. My thrusts are slow and steady for the moment, allowing her to become accustomed to my girth, but I feel my impending orgasm push me closer and closer to the edge, and with that brings faster and harder thrusts.
Peyton’s body is pure saccharin, so perfect and sweet. I still taste her on my tongue and know how fucking ready she was for me, even before I entered her.
“I want to hear you beg again for another orgasm,” I say with a rough edge to my voice. I circle a nipple with my fingertip, squeezing the swell of her full breast and slide my hand down her belly until I can fit it between the juncture of our bodies.
