by C. M. Albert
And what it liked was Carter.
He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing short, black, cotton boxer briefs, and they conformed to his strong thighs. But it wasn’t his thighs my eyes were focused on. His erection stood straight up, and I could see the outline of it through the material. It was not like any I’d ever seen in my college forays.
He leaned over, unzipping my jeans and yanking them down my legs in one swift movement. I felt so exposed lying there in my black, lace thong and nothing else. But I didn’t dare move my hands again. He grinned, seeing the war play out behind my eyes.
“Good girl,” he said. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me and yanked me down the bed until my butt was almost hanging off. He slowly poured a little more liquor just above my panty line, and held my gaze as he lowered the pour, straight between my legs so it dripped down the center of my underwear and coated my thighs.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek when I felt his hot tongue slide slowly over my stomach, my legs shaking as he drank up the liquid, sucking and massaging my skin as he went. I sucked in my stomach on reflex, which raised my hips and my mons even closer to him.
He looked up at me, met my eyes, and then slid his tongue down over my thigh, biting it as he edged closer to the space between my legs. I’d never had anyone’s mouth that close before, and a million thoughts raced through my mind.
“Relax, Presley,” he said, his hands holding my hips down as he dragged his tongue straight up the center of my crotch over my underwear. Holy. Shit. He bit my clit through the material and chuckled when I whimpered. “Close your eyes, princess. Let me take care of the winner the way she deserves.”
My eyes fluttered closed and I waited, the silence deafening. Carter’s hands wrapped under my ass and squeezed before gripping the thong and yanking, hard. I cried out as the material gave way, my eyes unable to stay closed. He threw the torn material to the floor and raised a brow at me, then dropped his chin and licked me there. I threw my head back, every nerve ending in my body celebrating.
How did I not know how good this felt?
Carter flicked his thick, warm tongue over my swollen clit and chuckled knowingly when my thighs spasmed and clenched in response. He splayed my legs up higher on the bed, and I was wide open in front of him. I tried not to think about what I looked like, or how wet I was. He would know how much he’d already turned me on, and I would look like such a novice.
Not that I wasn’t. I just didn’t want him to know that.
He breathed in my scent. I could feel him hovering over my opening. What was he waiting for? Then his tongue reached out, made contact, trailed up the center of my wetness where no one had ever kissed before. He groaned, wrapping his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.
My hips bucked, but he kept working it. There was no way I could leave my hands like this. I whimpered, near my breaking point. Then sweet relief as he slid his tongue back down my slick opening. He lapped me like that several times, the noises of him slurping mortifying me as he made love to me with his mouth.
I thought he was done, but then his greedy little mouth found my clit again, biting it between his teeth as he tugged at it. Pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced ripped through my core. “Carter,” I panted, clutching his comforter in my hands.
“Yes?” he asked, now using his fingers to rub the sensitive nub as his tongue traced my opening with reverence. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Presley.”
“You like that?” I asked, genuinely unsure.
“I fucking love it,” he said. Then he slid a finger inside me. I couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. It felt so good. Sure, I’d masturbated before, but never this deep. Whatever he was doing inside of me made me want more.
My body rolled with waves of pleasure as he moved his finger back and forth. Just when I was getting used to the rhythm, he slowly slid a second finger inside me. I turned my head, biting the sheets. It burned for a minute as I stretched to fit them, but then I found my body adjusting, becoming slick enough for him to move them back and forth as he brought me closer to the brink.
My thighs shook, clenching his hand as I let him fuck me with his fingers. On our first date. But oh my god! I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. More of Carter. More of his mouth. More—pleasure. His mouth found my nipples again as he continued to play with me down there. His fingers were slick with my juices, and he used it to coat my clit, then he rubbed it along the outer lips of my pussy before plunging his fingers back inside. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I couldn’t take it anymore. He was sucking my breasts, one then the other, biting and tugging the nipples as the intensity of everything peaked. I wasn’t sure what was going to make me come first: his fingers, or his teeth.
His fingers won out, arching inside me and finding some ancient place I didn’t know existed. I probably should have read more of Willa’s books. I realized that now. I free fell inside my body, and I didn’t feel tethered. My insides tightened around Carter’s fingers, and my thighs shook as my climax ripped through me, and I came.
“Fuck,” he growled, his lips crashing onto mine. He swallowed my cries of pleasure and my hands finally found his hair again, pulling him tighter against my mouth as my hips pressed all the way against the flat of his palm, holding his fingers deep inside my body as I shook. I never wanted them to leave.
“Jesus, Presley,” he said into my ear, “that was so fucking hot.”
My laugh was shaky, because I honestly was too spacey to answer at the moment. He slid his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed them against my clit again. I jerked each time he pressed it, the aftershocks racking my body.
I didn’t know what to do next. I wouldn’t know how to return the favor if I tried. Sure, I’d seen porn before with friends in college as a joke. I knew what it entailed. I just wasn’t sure how to get from here to there.
I tried to sit up, but he pressed my chest back down.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Carter
EVERYTHING WITH PRESLEY felt new. Her body was so responsive to every stroke, every flick of my tongue, every touch. I thought I was going to blow my load a couple times, she was so hot. She held an air about her that made me feel special, as if no one had ever made her feel this way before. Which was ridiculous. She was Presley fucking Kincaid. One of the wealthiest heiresses in the world. She could have her pick of men—all kinds of entitled assholes who were nothing like me. Rich. Cultured. Stuffy. And boring as shit. No wonder she was responding the way she was. I bet they were the type of men who ate a pussy and then brushed their teeth afterward.
Not me. I kneeled next to Presley on the bed and licked each finger, my eyes trained on hers. They were a stormy sea of green. They widened as she watched each digit slide into my mouth, and I savored her musky taste. God, I could do nothing but lick her sweet pussy all night long. But now that I’d gotten a taste of her, I was selfish. I wanted—no, I needed—to feel Presley wrapped tightly around my dick.
I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table, then flipped Presley onto her stomach. She moaned, her body writhing against my comforter as if every sensation were new and a turn-on. Her body was made for me to fuck.
I pulled off my boxer briefs and slid the condom down my swollen cock. Then I leaned over her, my arms supporting my body weight. I licked her back, kissed her shoulders. She sighed, rolling her neck so it was exposed to me. I slid my tongue up it, tasting salty, little beads of sweat. I crashed my lips onto her mouth, needing to taste her. She moaned into me as my fingers slid between the cheeks of her ass to feel for her slick opening and coat her in it. My fingers pressed down around the outside of her lips as they slid back and forth. She was fucking swollen down there from her orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to slide deep inside of her.
If just my finge
rs had fit that snuggly, her pussy would feel like a second skin wrapped around me. I positioned myself at her opening, rubbing the thick head of my cock in and out a few times to prep her.
“Did you put the condom on?” she asked quietly.
“Of course,” I reassured her. “I don’t mess around that way.”
She nodded against the sheets, gripping them with her fingers by her head.
I nudged the tip of my cock into her opening and coated it. I could see my own precum through the clear rubber. I teased her for a moment, popping the head in and out, getting it nice and wet.
Then I pressed my hips forward, eager to bury myself inside of her. Holy fuck, she was tight. She wasn’t dry, that was for sure. But I had to ease in slower than normal. Maybe she’d never been with a larger guy before. Not to brag, but I was well above average. I pulled my hips back, knowing she would stretch enough to take all of me soon enough. Then I went for it. I threw my hips forward, pressing all the way in, fast and deep.
Presley screamed out, grabbing the sheets. She was tight. Too tight. She whimpered, her eyes pressed closed.
No. No! I stopped moving, but the damage was done. I was already buried balls deep inside her. There was no taking this back.
“Presley,” I growled.
“What? Why did you stop? Don’t stop—please. Keep going.”
“Are you a virgin?” I ground out between clenched teeth.
She opened her eyes to look at me. “Yeah? So?”
“Good god, woman. That’s something you have to tell a guy before you let him split you open. Not to mention, if I’d known—”
“Exactly! If you’d known, would you be inside of me right now? Would you have given me a chance?”
“What do you mean a chance?”
She sighed. I didn’t want to yank myself out and hurt her again, but I knew I should.
“I’m not experienced. I know that’s a turnoff.”
I leaned forward, my cock still lodged inside her. “Look at me,” I demanded.
Her eyes fluttered open, and I saw they were wet.
Jesus. What did I do?
“Nothing with you is a turnoff, Presley. There’s just—bigger implications—with taking your virginity. Ones I’m not sure I’m ready for. Either way, I should’ve known, so it at least could’ve been more—I don’t know. Special.”
“Carter, I’m exactly where I want to be. I’ll get better. It’ll be easier and won’t hurt as much if we keep going. I promise. Just—please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, torn between what I thought was the right thing to do and Presley’s sexy-as-fuck whimpers as she asked me to keep going. “Are you sure? I mean, a thousand percent sure?”
She nodded, looking up at me bravely.
I kissed her lips slowly, letting my body weight fall on my forearms. I reached under her and cupped her breasts as I slowly started moving back and forth. Gentle, easy. Just little rocks of the hips to make sure she was wet and could handle me. I’d never fucked a virgin before and had no clue how to make it not hurt. But I would do my best.
I massaged her chest and kissed her neck. She turned, finding my lips and swirling her hot, little tongue inside my mouth. She sucked my tongue in and my dick kicked inside her. We kissed passionately like that as I ground my hips slowly, easing my cock back and forth until she was slippery enough to move more easily.
“There,” I said, quietly by her ear, “does it hurt less?”
She nodded.
“If anything hurts, you tell me right away. Do you hear me, Presley?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “Just, keep going. Please?”
I chuckled. She wasn’t just brave. She was enjoying this. It was too late to turn back now, so I would make this a first she would never forget.
“Does it feel good having my cock buried deep inside you?” I said low, next to her ear.
I started moving my hips more rhythmically now. She was still hella tight around my cock, but it was now coated with her pleasure and made the slide back and forth much easier.
She whimpered, but it was one of pleasure—not pain.
“Does my filthy mouth offend you?”
She shook her head from side to side. “No one’s ever said anything like this to me before,” she admitted. Her lip curled into a half smile. “But I kind of like it, coming from you.”
“Good. Because your fucking pussy makes me want to wax poetic it’s so goddamn tight.”
She groaned, pressing her butt back against me.
“That’s it, Pres. Take me deep. Feel each stroke, baby. Tell me what you like, okay?”
She nodded and I sat up more, pulling myself to my knees as I brought her hips back to take me all the way in. She gasped, crying out my name.
“The pain will get less intense, princess. I promise. You’re just having to adjust to me every time I move. Different positions can feel more intense and be deeper than others. And you’re stretched farther than you probably ever have been.”
“I—”
“What is it, P?” I asked, moving my hips back and forth as I watched my cock sliding between her butt-cheeks. Her legs were pressed together, and I was gripping her hips. I knew I wasn’t even as deep as I could be from this angle, but I’d give her a moment to adjust before really working her body over.
“You, you’re so big,” she said, shakily. “I just . . . I like the way it feels, the whole length of it, when you slide it back and forth.”
“Like this?” I asked, curling my hips so I brought my cock nearly all the way out, then slowly rolling them forward, pressing back deep inside her.
“God, yes,” she said. “Just like that.”
“I love hearing you ask for what you want, Presley. It’s a huge fucking turn on.”
I pulled back and slowly curled my hips, nearly unhinging as she stretched and clenched around my cock each time. I needed to see it.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
She nodded, so I pulled out slowly, letting the walls of her pussy contract back to normal. Then I turned her over onto her back so I could see her face fully. She was so damn open and trusting right now. If I’d known she was a virgin, I never would’ve tossed her onto her belly like that. Her first time deserved better.
I leaned over her, taking her nipple back in my mouth and sucking hard. She seemed to like that because her nails clawed at my biceps each time I gently bit down. I rolled my thumb over her clit, helping her desire bubble to the surface again. The slicker she was, the less it would hurt when I slid back inside.
“You sure you want me to keep going?”
“Carter, I will kill you if you don’t,” she said, laughing. That was the Presley I knew.
I looked down at her, sprawled out on my bed, her shiny, strawberry blond hair framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright with unequivocal lust. The tears were done. She reached for my cock, surprising me when she stroked it back and forth.
“I want you back inside me, Carter.”
God. Damn.
I parted her legs so they were bent and sprawled open wide, letting me see her gorgeous, pink pussy glistening for me. “Open yourself for me, baby,” I groaned.
“What—what do you mean?”
“I mean, take your fingers, slide them down your pussy, and show me your opening.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes trained on mine. But she slid her hand down, spreading her fingers around her swollen clit and down her wet lips. I nearly came watching her tentative fingers spread herself open for me. I could have done it myself, but it was far sexier watching her do it, and it bought me time.
I pressed the swollen tip of my cock to her opening and held her gaze. Then, slower this time, I urged my cock forward, inch by inch. She was mu
ch wetter now, and her eyes rolled back, closing. When I was buried back deep inside her, she sighed, smiling with her eyes closed.
“What is it?”
“You fit so perfectly inside me. Is it always like this?”
“No, Presley. Your pussy was made for my dick.”
She gasped as I pulled back and pressed forward again, starting the slow motions of fucking her. I pinned her knees down against the bed, so she felt every single inch of me as I drove deep inside of her. I was afraid she wouldn’t stretch again to hold me, but she did, and I nearly lost my mind with how snug she fit around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, thrusting my hips back and forth.
“Carter—shit! That feels so good.”
“If it doesn’t, I’m not doing it right.”
I drove slow and deep, bottoming her out with each hard thrust of my hips. She cried out, her hands instinctively finding her tits to prevent them from bouncing.
“Play with them,” I ground out between clenched teeth as I pumped faster.
She cupped her perfect tits. They were round and high, and the sight of her playing with her nipples and writhing beneath me was too much.
“Christ, Presley, you’re too perfect.”
I sat back farther on my heels and yanked her ass off the bed until her thighs brushed my abs. Her eyes opened wide, wild and crazy with her desire. I lifted my hips and drove into her over and over again until Presley was screaming out my name and gripping the comforter.
“Come for me, princess,” I said. “I’m not coming until you do.”
“I—I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, you can.” I coated my thumb with her juices and rubbed her clit as I fucked her. With each thrust she bounced against me, whimpering for a release I knew would soon be hers.
“Fuck. Carter!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“I—oh, god . . .”
Then her hips lifted, and she clenched that tight pussy around my cock, her legs shaking violently. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Oh my god, oh my god.”
