by Sierra Hill
But I don’t want to make any sudden moves and undressing her would definitely freak her the hell out. It’s better to keep things this way. By keeping her tits covered, it will prevent me from taking advantage of our situation. Taking advantage of her. I don’t trust myself right now, so slower is better. Even if it might kill me.
She squirms under my touch and I smile with anticipation, knowing exactly how much more restless she’ll become once I slide my fingers inside her body. I nearly groan at the vision.
“Can I touch you, Ky?”
Her responding head nod is all that I need as I glide my hand down her smooth belly, circling her belly button. She gives me the exact reaction I expect by gasping loudly. I bend my head over her waist and smile, my tongue swirling around the outtie that she has going on.
And then my attention goes to the spot between her legs. My nose is so close to that coveted space and I can already smell her arousal from here. I inhale, reminding myself to take my time, and give my cock notice that we’re not working to beat the clock tonight. You know, basketball reference.
My fingers hover at the edge of her panties and then tickle her softly over the silky material. Oh fuck. I can feel the dampness of the cotton panel and my body responds accordingly, arching into me begging for more. I practically dry hump her leg from horniness.
I stroke between her legs, a barely-there touch, but it’s enough to warrant a small moan of pleasure from Ky. In order to continue my progress, and get a better vantage point, I press my thumb against her leg, prompting her to open her legs further for me.
She’s hesitant, but widens her legs to allow me access, as my index finger returns to her center, circling around her clit now throbbing underneath my touch. The only experience I’ve had is with one girl; but I’ve fooled around enough, watched my fair share of porn, and heard many recounting of tales from my friends to know that a guy needs to start off slow with a girl. If you want her to come, you need to work up to a slow build up. Tease her mercilessly. Keep her hanging on at the edge of her seat until she can’t take any more. Make her go crazy with lust.
Seeking closer contact, I wrench the edge of her panties aside and touch her bare sex. We both groan at the contact. I tease the tip of my finger over her clit, circling lightly before sliding it down to part her lips. She mumbles something incoherently and I take that as a good sign to continue.
Kylah tilts her hips upwards, practically right into my face, and I take advantage of the position to push my middle finger inside of her, lodging it in her heat. I’m rewarded by a sensation so intense that I’m close to salivating. Her intake of breath is the sexiest thing ever, as is the way her inner muscles clamp around my finger.
Kylah’s pussy is impossibly tight. So wet. So hot. I’m about to pass out from pleasure as I move my finger in and out of her, creating a nice rhythmic momentum. I add another finger, stretching her a little as my thumb circles her clit. Her hip movements become more frenzied. More erratic as we both thrust together.
I want to use my tongue, to move in and replace my fingers with my mouth, but I don’t want to move too fast. I remember our conversation a few weeks back and her response indicated an uncertainty over that. Instead, my place kisses at her hipbone as I watch the slide and pull of my fingers in and out of her body, relishing in the slick feel of her arousal. Pulling my finger out, I coat her sex on an upstroke as her body immediately tenses and seizes up. I turn my head back up to her face as I watch her expression morph into a vision of ecstasy.
“Ohhhh…” She cries out, her hips moving fast and furiously, as I continue pumping my fingers deeper and faster. I shift upward in a fluid motion, biting down on her mouth to swallow her sounds as she comes for me.
Her body relaxes a few moments later and a sweet, contented smile forms on her mouth. Her eyes are still shut, but she opens one to see me grinning down on her.
“You are so fucking sexy when you come.” She snaps her eye closed again and turns her head away from me, but not before I get a glimpse of the rosy heat fanning across her cheeks.
I cup her chin and turn it back to me so our gazes meet. A brief shadow of doubt passes through her eyes, which has me worried. Was this a bad idea? Were we wrong to take it to this level?
Before I can blink or even voice those questions, she props herself up on her elbows, her eyes roaming down to my groin and gives my dick a thorough stare down.
Oh shit…I’ve seen that look before.
It means something really, really good is about to happen.
13
Kylah
Holy guacamole.
What started out to be the second worst night in my life since my parents announced they were separating two years ago, has now turned into the most amazing night ever.
Van Gerard just gave me the first orgasm I’ve ever had from a guy. He had his fingers inside me, for heaven’s sake! I’m honestly incapable of even speaking right now. It was so incredible. I had no earthly idea how good it would feel. It’s like my body is floating out on a raft in the ocean, with the waves gently rocking me into a state of transcendental peace.
I’ve wanted this to happen for what seems like forever. Yet I never imagined it would feel this perfect. And now it’s my turn to bestow the same type of attention on Van.
Truth time. I’m scared shitless that Van will laugh at me because of my inexperience. No matter how much advice my sister gave me on what to do when this moment arrived, I honestly don’t even know where to start. How do I do it? Do I just tell him, “Hey, whip out your dick so I can fondle you.”? Or am I supposed to be all Double-O-Seven stealthy, acting like it’s no big thing and work my way into his pants?
Just great. I have no idea.
I bite down on my lip, probably hard enough to draw blood, as I lean up on my elbows and look into Van’s eyes. They are a dark gray, his lashes fanning out in his desire-laden gaze. His hair is still damp from the shower. And oh my God…when he opened the door wearing only his towel, I thought I was going to faint.
His body is a chiseled piece of artwork. I used to scoff when my brother and his friends would make crude comments about how girls “creamed their pants” over them…but now I totally understand the euphemism. The moment I noticed his practically naked body, my hormones went on a total bender. I was insta-wet.
Leading me right up to this defining moment in my newly born sex life. I’m about to touch Van’s perfectly sculpted body. Considering I’m still completely dressed, I make the decision to leave his shirt where it is, even though I’m dying to smooth my hands over his incredible pecs. Instead, I reach down to his shorts, which are the elastic-banded basketball shorts, and start to tug the waistband down. I’m startled when Van’s own, very large mitts, grasp hold of mine to stop my progression.
I blink up at him inquisitively. Did I do something wrong already? Leave it to me to fumble before I even get started. His face holds a mixture of mild amusement, lust and concern. A heady combination, if you ask me.
“You don’t have to, Ky.”
He just broke the sexiness-meter. Never in my life would I have expected a star basketball player to be this thoughtful and considerate of me. If there was any possibility that I could like him any more than I do already, now’s the moment.
I stretch my body up toward him and touch my lips firmly to his. He has a large mouth where I can get lost in its pleasures. Pulling back, I give him a coy smile.
“But I want to. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.”
He blows out a sigh of relief. “God…me, too.”
I take that as a good sign and all the approval I need to continue my journey. He helps things along by lifting his hips and slides his shorts down past his knees, kicking them off so they land on the floor next to my discarded tights.
I’m sure I look like an idiot right now, as I stare doe-eyed at his package. His very, large and imposing package. I’m a little shell shocked. My mouth goes dry from the sight of it. His v
ery thick and big erection stands straight at attention, reaching up as if it’s trying to touch his belly button.
Now keep in mind, I’ve never seen a penis up close and personal. I may or may not have pulled up some dick pics on Tumblr once, maybe twice, just to get an idea of what they look like. But Van’s cock puts the one’s I’ve seen to shame.
I’m so enthralled by the beauty of his appendage that I don’t even realize he’s picked up my hand and moved it to his shaft. Holy moly…my mind goes blank and my hand begins to tremble. I am absolutely clueless as to what to do now. I’m trying to remember the instructions Kady gave me earlier.
“Wrap your hands around it…stroke it from base to tip…circle the tip…use your tongue to slide up and down the vein of his shaft…lick…suck…stroke.”
Okay. I’ve got this.
My hands instinctively tighten around his girth and it garners a growl from Van. Now we’re getting somewhere. My shaky hand jerks it unsteadily up to the large, purplish head (I had no idea it would be that color). When I get to the top, I notice a bead of liquid. Did he already come? I think back to my conversation with Kady earlier.
“He’ll probably have some pre-cum. It’s his body’s way of getting ready for the main event.”
Curious as to what it feels like, I run my finger across the slit, spreading the warmth around the tip. Another moan from Van and my eyes flick to his. Van’s head is propped up on a pillow, but his eyes are semi-closed. There’s a look of pain on his face and it worries me that I’m doing something wrong.
“Is this…am I…does this feel okay?”
He mumbles a deep encouragement. “God, yes. It feels awesome. Keep going. A little faster.”
His hand gently provides me a tutorial – which I appreciate, by the way – until my hand gets the motion, moving up and down, circling and twisting and he lets go. I notice now that Van’s hands are clenched at his sides. Bending down, I decide to be bold and flick the tip of my tongue over the purplish head. The low growl he emits from deep inside his chest is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
It emboldens me further. I nudge in closer and open my mouth wide enough to wrap my lips around the entire head of his cock. I tentatively suck him deep in to my mouth, my cheeks hollowing out, as I work to keep my teeth out of the way. I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then swirl it as I hit the top of his dick. It’s then that I feel his thighs tense beneath me and I lift my eyes to see him staring down at me. His reaction is confusing and I wonder if I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve never given a blowjob. Maybe I suck? No pun intended.
Apparently, I don’t suck – in a bad way. Because I have him in my mouth less than five seconds, my tongue swirling around the head, when Van mumbles out.
“I’m gonna come…” He pulls my head up – which surprises me, and I watch in complete awe as his dick twitches on its own accord and a ribbon of hot liquid shoots all over my hand and across his belly.
Although I didn’t swallow, I did get a chance to taste him. Like Kady told me, it’s very unique; unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. A salty, masculine flavor. Not bad, but not something I’d want to bottle up and sell.
The thought has me snickering and Van’s head pops up off the pillow to look down at me, his eyebrows quirked up inquisitively. And this makes me laugh harder.
Van yanks me up underneath my arm pits so my head is on the pillow next to him.
“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me because I was so quick on the draw?” He looks embarrassed, which is unbelievable.
“Oh my God, no. I’m sorry,” I say, stifling another giggle. “It’s just my stupid brain. I think weird thoughts at very inappropriate times.”
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking, Miss Inappropriate?”
I shake my head and press my lips into a tight line.
“Come on…fess up.” He prods me with his tongue, sliding it between my closed lips. I moan without realizing it. “I have my ways of getting it out of you.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I don’t doubt that.”
“I will get you to tell me. But first, need to clean up.” He gives the tip of my nose a quick kiss before rolling over on his side to grab a Kleenex from the same box he used to dry my tears not even an hour earlier.
How crazy it seems that my troubles literally disappeared the moment he kissed me. All of my worries over my life because non-existent while I was wrapped up in his arms. Pressed against his body. Climaxing from his fingers.
I sigh as he hands me a tissue and I wipe off my hands. The first time I’ve ever had to do that. I wonder if he knows I’m inexperienced? It makes me remember my conversation with Carver and I’m curious if he kept his word and his mouth shut or if he spilled my secret to Van. Now I’m more nervous than ever that Van is going to question why he’s with me. I’m just an inexperienced, virgin geek-girl. He could do so much better. I’ve seen some of the girls that hang around the basketball parties. Flirting and working it to gain the attention of these guys. He could have his pick of any one of them and they’d all give him exactly what he wants.
And now that he’s single, I’m sure the girls are swarming. Maybe he’s even taken advantage of his situation over the last month and just hasn’t mentioned it. God, I feel like an idiot. I should really get the heck out of here before he asks me to leave.
Van returns from the bathroom, as I watch him slide on his shorts over his strong, hairy legs to cover his now semi-hard dick. I’m curious as to what it’ll look like when it’s not erect. The whole science behind it is miraculous. I’m absolutely enamored with Van’s male physique.
He climbs back on the bed and eyes me with uncertainty.
“Do you need to go?”
The question makes me realize that I have no idea of what the protocol is after you make each other orgasm. Kady mentioned that some guys get really tired and sleepy after they climax, and most guys don’t want a clingy, needy girl. I do a quick analysis of how I feel at the moment, noting that I don’t have a particular need to snuggle or cuddle in his arms, but I also don’t necessarily want to leave him right now. Is that normal? I don’t know.
I adjust the skirt of my dress, my legs dangling in front of me on the bed. “Um…do you want me to leave?”
He pushes his hair from his eyes and pulls it all back into his fist, wrapping a twistee around it to keep it out of his face. He bends down and kisses my temple – the same kiss that started this whole night.
“I want you to stay.” He kisses me again, this time on the cheek. “In my bed.” Now he kisses the corner of my mouth. “With me. All night.”
Then he captures my mouth in a searing kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.
“Okay.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him flush against my chest.
We end up watching an old movie that he says is one of his all-time favorites. Rudy. I admitted to him that I’d never seen it before and he just groaned and playfully smothered me with his pillow.
His dorm room has a couch shoved against the long wall, but we chose to prop ourselves up against his headboard. Our shoulders and hips touch, but aside from earlier, he hasn’t made another move sexually. The laptop sits across his large thigh and honestly, except for a few scenes, I haven’t really been paying all that much attention to the storyline. My mind has been on what we just did and how warm his body is sitting next to me.
I’m wondering what he’s thinking. Because all I’m thinking about is his body.
I can’t take my eyes off his legs. They’re so powerful and strong. And so incredibly long. His feet hang off the bed. I’m fairly used to tall guys since Cade has always played ball and all his friends tower over me. I’m not particularly short, but compared to all of them, I’m a dwarf.
My face burns hot as images flash through my brain of our earlier make-out session. The way he held himself above me, his taut body hovering on top of me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from
above. His body is a massive rock of muscle. I’m disappointed now that I wasn’t brave enough to divest him of his shirt so I could see him fully undressed…unless you count the few minutes I saw him in his towel.
Well, crap…now my insides turn molten, the flames of desire flickering low in my belly as I imagine straddling his nakedness. I’m embarrassed that I’m thinking these naughty thoughts, because he seems totally unfazed by me. I give him a sidelong glance and find that his eyes aren’t even on the screen either – he’s staring at me.
And whoa. His eyes burn with an unleashed intensity that sears through me.
Before I know it, he turns his head toward me, grasping the side of my neck to pull me into him, his lips locking with mine. My lips immediately open, granting him access as his tongue penetrates my mouth. He devours me like he’s starving. And I’m more than a little hungry for more of him, too.
My hands tug at the bottom of his T-shirt, as I slide them underneath, splaying my fingers wide on his torso, which I ascend like a mountain. I wish I could describe the terrain of his abs. Peaks and valleys that are waiting for me to traverse them. I move my hand further north, because if I follow the little treasure map south, I’ll surely land somewhere I probably shouldn’t go at the moment. So I continue my journey up where I end up smoothing my hands over his pecs, brushing the curly swatch of chest hair in the center.
I feel, more than see, Van pushing the laptop off his legs to the side of the bed, as his hands reach around to grasp me at my hips, yanking me up over his lap. I straddle him, his erection pressing up into my heat. This is the first time I’ve ever sat atop a boy, but my body instinctively knows what it wants and what to do.
Our lips continue to mesh and mold together, as we suck and kiss at each other, craving closeness. The grasp he has on my ass tightens, as he squeezes my butt cheeks, drawing me against him hard so I’m rocking and punching my pelvis in sharp orchestrations. My body comes alive under the movements, tiny sparks of heat the first signs of the fire building low in my belly.
