by Ali Parker
She turned her face toward him and saw sincerity staring back at her. "I want this," she said, and feathered her lips over his.
"Thank God," he groaned against her neck. "I don't think I could stop myself."
He assaulted her lips, the kiss bordering on sudden violence. She responded, unable to fight her feelings, unable to stem the tide of lust that swept over her.
He knelt on the trundle bed and beckoned to her, climbing under the covers and holding them open for her.
She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers shaking something terrible, which made it seem like it took damn near forever. She felt awkward and embarrassed, until she looked up and caught him staring at her with rapt attention.
In that instant, she felt sexy instead, for the first time in her life. Taking a quick, shallow breath, she slowly undid each button, then, instead of taking off her blouse, she turned around and unzipped the back of her skirt.
The sound of his breath catching had her heart racing in her chest. She didn’t want this to just be an experience for her, but for him too. She shimmied out of her skirt, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Ever so carefully, she slid her blouse off her shoulders, easing it down her back until she dropped it too, leaving only her lacy bra and panties. The show was hopefully as much of a turn on for him as it was for her.
"Get over here, you wicked temptress."
She stifled a laugh and turned to walk to the bed, sliding under the covers and nestled close to him.
Jeremy stared down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you sure?" he asked after a moment.
Christina nodded her head. "Yes. I want this with you."
His kiss was sweet, and despite being packed together in her small trundle bed, he felt like heaven against her. She'd fantasized about the moment for so long, she didn't think there was any way the real thing could measure up.
But it did. It blew her adolescent fantasies out of the water.
Jeremy undid her bra in a practiced move that surprised her. One moment her bra was on, the next moment it was gone and his hands were cupping her breasts. She had no reason to complain, however, when his mouth set to work on her.
"I need to go slow," he said against her breasts, as if he were half talking to himself. "But you've got me in such a state of need, I’m scared I can’t do much more than take you like I wanna."
"Forget slow," she panted. "I need you."
He went rigid against her, pausing only for a second. He growled at the base of her neck and stuck his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them slowly down her legs, the whole time his eyes watching hers.
"Please, Jeremy," she said when he moved down and his tongue teased her belly button. "I can't take much more. I want you inside me."
"You're testing my control," he said, his voice shaky against her stomach.
She grabbed his hair and pulled, forcing his head back up to her face. "So lose control." She bent down to kiss him, her tongue licking at his lips until he opened to her.
Jeremy moved back up and pushed his face against her neck to muffle his groan as he undulated his hips forward, rubbing his shaft down her wet lips.
Christina wrapped her legs around him. "Please, Jeremy. Stop teasing me. Shit."
He nestled himself between her thighs and grumbled something before leaning over the bed to pull a condom out of the pocket of his Wranglers.
The room was dark, the faintest hint of the porch light glowing through the slats of her blinds. His body was an outline of his shape in the dimness, but she watched with intense interest as he rolled the tight rubber over his swollen flesh.
He reached down and stroked her, coating his fingers in her sticky wetness. Her hips bucked up and he chuckled. "Calm down, little filly. We'll get there."
He leaned over her, rubbing the thick head of his cock down her soft skin, his up and down movements mirroring his fingers earlier in the truck.
She couldn’t take any more teasing, not now when they were so close. Christina's head started thrashing against the pillow and she moaned loudly, her body taking over and making her demand more than he was giving.
He grabbed her chin and put his face beside hers. "This might hurt, baby. Tell me to slow down if you need me too." Jeremy spread her legs and fit himself between them. He rested there, not entering her.
"Please, Jeremy. Stop talking and make love to me," she begged again.
"Hush," he whispered, then slowly kissed her.
She couldn't be gentle, she bit at his lower lip in frustration.
Jeremy groaned against her lips and pressed into her warmth.
The sensation was strange, tight, unfamiliar for her. She tried her hardest to relax, to adjust to having him inside her.
He seemed to know just how to calm her, making slow love to her neck with his mouth. His hands were at her breasts, gently kneading, thumbs sliding over nipples.
Before long her hips were pushing upward, accepting more of his length. “More,” she whispered roughly.
"Yes," he said, "God yes."
She grew more reckless, picking up her pace until he held her hips down to the bed. "I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't hold back any more," he said, then fastened his lips over hers.
He thrust in deep and she gasped, but he kept her mouth covered so she couldn't cry out loud. Sharp pain shot through her stomach, sending her heart to racing.
"Shh..." he said, frozen inside her. He stroked her hair and kissed her neck. "Just relax. Breathe."
Christina wondered for a moment if this was all worth it, but he took his time with her, and soon, the pain began to fade.
Jeremy worshipped her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, until her hips were moving again, this time creating a delicious friction with him inside her.
He groaned against her. "No more pain?"
She shook her head and gave him a shy smile.
"Thank the Lord," he said, then pressed himself home.
The feeling was like nothing else. She felt stretched wide but it was good, right. The sensation moved quickly to a playful tingle, like electricity dancing across her middle. Christina wrapped her legs around him again and it was all the signal he needed. Jeremy thrust deep, over and over again, his pace picking up until she felt like she would scream.
His thrusting was incredible, but it drove her right to the edge and kept her there. Climax just beyond her, barely out of reach.
"Not yet," he said, rocking his hips forward and massaging her with his cock. "Don't worry, you'll come again. But not yet. I want us to go together."
Christina was shaking with need, her hips rising to meet him despite his insistence to remain in control. She needed him more than her next breath, and the thought caused her insides to ache.
"Do you want to come for me again?" he asked, his voice guttural. "I want to feel you do it while you’re wrapped around my cock, Chrissy. Are you gonna do it for me?"
He reached between them and ran his thumb over her clit as she cried out loudly. "Yes," she groaned, and let herself go, tumbling into her climax.
"Chrissy," he moaned, burying his face in her neck and thrusting hard as he milked himself with her sweet body.
Afterwards she lay in his arms, both of them trying to catch their breath.
"That was..." she breathed, at a loss for words.
"Phenomenal?" he replied. "Fantastic? Out of this world amazing?"
Christina laughed. "Cocky bastard."
Jeremy chuckled. "I was talking about your performance, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss into her neck.
She had just dozed off when she realized that she was being lifted and carried to her bed. Jeremy tucked her in, then padded to the door to unlock and open it.
He returned to her bedside, bending over to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Good night, baby," he said. "Sleep well."
Thoughts bombarded her. What about the future? What does this mean? How can we...
Anxiety battered at her, but
Christina was already shrouded in a fuzzy cloud of contentment. She fell to sleep, her thoughts scattering to the wind of her dreams.
CHAPTER TEN
The next week was more of challenge than the week before. When Christina had still been a virgin, she hadn't realized the full extent of pleasure that was to be had. Now that she did, she wanted to taste more of it.
Unfortunately, Jeremy refused to cooperate.
He'd turned tender suddenly, happy to make out behind the barn and cop a feel in the kitchen, but nothing else. He tucked her into bed every night with a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Why can't we just exhaust ourselves with sex so that we don't have to think about the future?
It wasn't the first time that thought had entered her mind in the last week. Every night she lay awake, wondering how she was going to let him go when it was time for him to leave.
It was getting harder and harder to think about it as the day crept closer and closer. Especially now that he was being so sweet.
They spent their evenings under the stars up by the lake, talking and sharing, spinning plans for the future while counting stars. Christina had become so comfortable, so content, that she often fell asleep with her head in his lap as he ran his fingers through her hair and told her stories from his life.
It feels like a real romance, not a summer fling. And that was the rub.
If she was going to let him go, and she had to, then it was time to focus at getting things back into the physical. Their bodies could connect, but not their hearts.
That afternoon, Christina was bent on seduction. She cornered him in the barn where he was stacking hay bales. His shirt was off, and sweat slicked his chest. He was perfection, a beam of sunlight making his golden hair shine and his tanned skin glow.
She wanted him more than any achievement or accolade.
"What's up, buttercup?" Jeremy stacked another bale, then wiped his brow.
"I see you know a lot about stacking hay," she said, "but what do you know about rolling in it?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I know a little, I reckon," he said, taking off his gloves and tossing them onto a nearby bale.
"Oh yeah," she said, moving forward, her hands dug into the pockets of her short cut-offs. "Show me."
Jeremy shook his head. "Anyone could come in here, Chrissy."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Then let's go up there." She pointed to the loft. When he didn't move, she sauntered over to the ladder. Looking back over her shoulder, she crooked a finger at him. "Come on, cowboy."
He moved to the bottom of the ladder and watched her climb up, a cheeky smile on his face. Then he hurried up the ladder and grabbed her, his hands sliding around her hips to clutch her behind.
"Little girl, you're looking for trouble."
She laughed. "Please tell me I've found it."
Jeremy kissed her. This time he was the impatient one. His tongue ravaged her mouth and she moaned, her core clenching with need.
He fell to his knees, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down. Then he pressed his face to the outside of her panties and inhaled.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said. "You even smell gorgeous. How do you do it?"
"A bottle of bourbon and a pack of cigarettes a day. That's my secret."
Jeremy laughed. "Such a little smart ass." Then he pulled her panties to the side and pressed a kiss into her pussy, licking at it several times as she watched him.
"Oh my God," she said, not sure what to do. Part of her wanted to push his head away, but when he kissed her again, the other part of her wanted to pull his head in and never let him go.
He began licking and sucking again, his tongue probing into her until her knees were shaking. He held her up as he went down on her, his long, slow licks driving her wild. Then he found her clit and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming.
He flicked her sensitive nub, over and over, her body aching for the deep penetration she knew he was capable of. That was it. She came hard, shaking so much that he had to lower her gently to the floor.
"So hot, baby," he whispered into her ear.
Christina realized then that he'd given her three orgasms and only had one himself. He was supposed to be teaching her things, so he could teach her how to reciprocate.
"Take off your pants," she said softly, as he stiffened.
"Chrissy, we don't have--"
"Stop," she said, turning to face him. "You just took your time with me. I want to do the same for you."
He stared into her eyes, and she saw uncertainty in his.
"Please?" She gave him a shy smile.
Jeremy stood and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. His underwear followed, and she finally got an up close with his manhood. She fixed her clothes and moved to her knees, licking at her lips as desire burned her insides.
It was large, larger than she would have imagined. A glossy drop of pre-cum dripped down the front of his shaft and she leaned in, running her tongue through it. She gripped his thighs as he groaned and reached out to steady himself with a hand on a nearby wall.
The look in his eyes as he stared down at her left her with one conclusion. He wanted this. Bad. It made her feel powerful.
"Open up," he said, angling his cock toward her mouth, brushing it across her lips, teasing her with it.
Christina wasn't sure exactly what to do, so she began as he did, pressing little kisses along the length of him. Growing braver, she began to lick, her long, slow strokes mirroring his own.
"Oh, damn," he moaned. "You're gonna drive me crazy like that."
She looked up at him as he twitched in her hand.
"Suck it gently," he said, nudging her softly.
Christina opened to him and began to suck, realizing that she enjoyed it. A lot. She licked at new bead of wetness siting on the tip and was rewarded with a groan, followed by another little drop.
Christina sucked, taking him deeper, wanting to please him. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth and it made her want more. Always more with him.
"Hang on," he said, pulling away.
Christina frowned in disappointment. “What?”
Jeremy chuckled, going down to his knees beside her, then laying down on his back.
"You can have your toy back," he said, then reached up to pull her hips towards him. "I want to taste you while you taste me."
She realized what he meant and moved her legs so that he could have access to her. Then she resumed her exploration of his body, her face lined up perfectly with his cock.
Christina jerked as he slid a finger deep inside of her as she hovered over the top of him. The warm, naughty sensation was so damn good that it forced her to suck harder. She was desperate to give him the same intense pleasure he was giving her.
His mouth soon found his way to her and it became a race to the climax. His moans increased, but hers kept pace. They became frenzied, Christina using her hands and mouth while he licked her clit and probed her deeply with his fingers.
Finally, she could take it no more. Her climax came over her like a tidal wave and she cried out. She went limp for a moment, then realized he was still throbbing under her. Christina sucked him in deep, and ran her nails over his sack, gripping the extra skin and pulling a little.
"Hell, yes," he groaned. "I'm going to come," he said, pulling himself out of her mouth. A few more strokes, and his climax hit, his manhood jerking while jets of semen shot it over his stomach and chest.
"Holy shit," he said, when he'd caught his breath. "I can't believe you made me explode like that, and on your first try. What the hell, woman?"
Christina beamed, leaning back in the hay. “Guess I was made for you.”
“I’d say so.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, his tone a little too deflated for the experience they’d just shared.
Was he thinking about leaving? About life without her in the future? How could he not be?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Then he made love to her, slowly, gently, so tenderly that she had to blink away the tears. Afterward, when he held her in his arms, she could tell that something had changed.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," he said after a while.
Christina sat up in bed. "Tomorrow?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I didn't want to tell you before and ruin the spell."
A spell, that's all this is, she reminded herself. A stupid summer fling that's over when it begins.
"Football camp starts next week. I've got to be there."
Christina sat in silence, not knowing what to say.
"Come with me," he said suddenly.
"What?" Was he serious? He couldn't be. Summer flings didn't include football camp.
"Come with me. Come to school with me. You don't have to run off to Austin. You can study at Texas State with me."
Christina frowned. She had a full ride to UT Austin, the best state school in Texas. Her classes were all mapped out, her future clear.
That future didn't include a handsome running back who wanted to move back to the country.
"I can't," she said softly. "I'm going to Austin."
Jeremy frowned. "I know. You’ve got too much smarts to hang around here. Still, it was a beautiful dream."
"We can still talk," she said, "still see each other. We'll only be an hour or so apart."
Jeremy nodded but his eyes looked away. "Yeah, I suppose," he said, then shook his head. "That shit never works. You're gonna go to school and some nerd is gonna put the moves on you and that's the last I'll ever hear from you."
Christina laughed. "Look who's talking. Some chick at a frat party is gonna wink at you and you won't ever remember my name."
Jeremy scowled. He was more upset than she could have predicted. "I'm not like that."
