by Snow, Jenika
I could only shake my head, this low sound of desperate need leaving me.
“I’ve wanted you for a long fucking time. So damn long.” He rocked me atop him harder and faster, creating a friction that had me trying to catch my breath. My clit swelled from his ministrations and I knew my orgasm was right there. I’d need only a little more rocking and I’d go over the edge for him.
My first orgasm that didn’t come from my own hand … as I thought about Cannon.
He broke away and stared into my eyes. “I want you,” he groaned and closed his eyes. When he opened them, I could see this pained expression on his face. He looked at the clock on my bedside table and made a gruff sound. “It’s your birthday, Stella,” he groaned. “Thank fuck.” He looked in my eyes again. “Happy eighteenth birthday, baby.”
I looked at the clock, panting, my arousal a living entity in me. It was midnight. I didn’t know what he meant at first, and then realized I was now … legal.
But honestly, I didn’t care. I had been ready to give him my virginity for so long.
“Cannon. I’m so ready,” I finally said, speaking the words that had been locked inside of me for so long.
He closed his eyes, his expression looking as if he were almost pained. And when he opened them and looked at me again, I swore my heart stopped.
“I’ve dreamed about what you’d feel like, how wet and hot you’d be for me, how you’d tell me this is what you’ve wanted for as long as I’ve wanted it.”
I licked my lips and nodded, because honestly that was all I could do right now.
He leaned in an inch and the warm, alcohol scent of his breath moved along my lips. I felt myself grow wetter.
“I’ve pictured how your sweet little pussy would feel like on my cock, what your tits would feel like in my mouth.”
God, yes.
“For years, Stella, fucking years I’ve wanted you.” We breathed hard and heavy, and then he was kissing me, spearing his tongue in my mouth, seeming to touch very part of me with just that kiss.
I was ready. So ready for this.
He didn’t have to say anything as I broke the kiss and started to remove my shirt. He leaned back to give me more room, and I lifted the material up and over my head. Tossing the shirt aside, I watched as Cannon lowered his gaze down to my breasts.
“The bra,” he said harshly. “Take off the fucking bra.” The deep-seated need came through him like a slam to my body.
My heart was racing. I reached behind me, unsnapped the bra, and before I slipped the straps down my shoulders, Cannon was taking it off my body and throwing it to the ground. He stared at my breasts for long seconds, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling almost viciously.
“You’re so perfect, Stella.” He slowly lifted his eyes from my chest and looked in my face. “You’re so damn pretty.”
We didn’t speak for several long seconds and I wondered if he was having second thoughts, maybe realizing that we were friends, the best of friends, but nothing more. But this desire was uncontrollable, consuming. Lust could make anyone do just about anything. Was this that moment? Was the alcohol and his arousal making his judgment clouded?
Maybe if I was smarter, I’d put a stop to this, tell him that this would ruin our relationship. The logical part of my brain snapped to attention, and even though I loved this boy so much, was in love with him, giving my body to him might very well cost me everything.
As if he read my mind, he slowly shook his head and leaned closer, our mouths just inches apart.
“This isn’t a mistake,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear. “Being with you will never be a mistake.”
I licked my lips and nodded, because that’s truly how I felt, too.
“I want this, Stella, and I know you do too.” He slowly lowered his eyes back to my chest. I felt my nipples bead under his gaze, chills popping out along my flesh. “Do you want this, like really want this, baby?”
“Yes,” I said instantly.
Before I knew what was happening, Cannon had his mouth latched onto one of my nipples and he sucked furiously. I found myself lifting my hands and spearing them into his hair as if they had a mind of their own.
I grabbed chunks of the strands and pulled him closer. But he broke the kiss. I groaned out in disappointment.
“I knew you’d feel like this, knew you’d taste like this, Stella.” His words were muffled against my chest, the warm wetness from his mouth sending delicious shockwaves through me.
Cannon went back to sucking on me then, sweeping his tongue along my nipple, the stinging nip of his teeth almost my undoing. I was so desperate for him. I let the pleasure wash through me, my hands still in his hair, pulling him closer, needing his mouth on every single inch of me.
And when he scraped his teeth along my turgid flesh, I cried out in pleasure.
“Shhh, baby,” he said softly, although there was a hint of a groan mixed in there. The pleasure/pain combination was going to be my undoing. “Come on, Stella. Come for me. Let me feel you let go.”
And just like that I did what he said. I climaxed, hard. I heard a low, mewling noise and realized it came from me.
Cannon grunted and sucked harder on me, alternating between my breasts and prolonging my orgasm. I ground myself against him while I peaked, needing to have Cannon wring every last drop of pleasure from me.
He had hold of my hips, pushing me down on him, having us both grunt in ecstasy. But that’s where my control ended. He had me flipped on my back a second later, and now hovered over me.
“We’re just getting started, baby. Just getting started.” His words were deep and low.
Before I knew what was happening, Cannon was helping me out of the rest of my clothing, tossing it aside then going for his own. He took his shirt off first, and I was mesmerized by the sight of his torso, of the lean muscles that contracted with his subtle movements. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, but this was different. This was so different.
Then he was going for his pants, unbuttoning them, pushing the zipper down, then standing only long enough to take those and his boxers off.
When he was completely naked all I could do was lie there and stare at the very hard, very big erection that he sported.
It was all because of me … for me.
Cannon was back on the bed, over me, a second later. I felt his hand smoothing over my thighs, then he was pushing my legs open, moving his fingers closer to the center of me that ached desperately for him.
I held my breath, waiting for him to have me going over the edge, to have that first orgasm that he brought out in me. He slid down the length of my body, and the feel of his warm breath moving along my pussy had me gasping out.
“I’ve been so hungry for you, Stella. So fucking hungry for you.” At the first touch of his mouth between my thighs, I nearly came.
Cannon looked up at me from between my legs, this carnal expression on his face as he let his gaze travel up and down my body, taking in every single inch of me.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I rested against the bed and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I felt his thumbs slide along my inner thighs once more until he was framing my pussy. He pulled my lips apart, spreading them wide. And then Cannon blew a warm stream of air across the inner lips he exposed. I arched my back. Electricity slammed into me, and despite the fact I had already gotten off for him, I felt myself winding tighter and higher, that coil inside of me pulling taut with pleasure.
He ran his tongue in slow circles around my opening, but he wouldn’t dip the muscle inside of me, wouldn’t give me that small mercy. He teased me, brought me to the precipice of orgasm with his tongue and fingers until I shamelessly begged for more, pressing my pussy against his face.
“Yes,” he groaned against my soaked flesh. “So good.” He slid his finger down my center, teased my opening, then slowly pushed the finger inside of me.
“God,” I whimpered out.
Cannon was gentle and soft as he fingered me, all the while sucking on my clit. My orgasm slammed into me suddenly, and I felt everything else fade into nothingness.
“Look at me.” The command was clear, and I felt myself coming back from the hazy fog of desire he’d given me.
I lifted my head, bracing my upper body on my elbows, and stared down the length of my torso at Cannon. He watched me possessively.
“This is mine,” he said and pushed the finger inside of me a little deeper. “You’re mine.” His exhaled slowly, deeply, and closed his eyes for a second. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. You.” He opened his eyes. “But I’m not done with you yet, Stella.”
17
Stella
Cannon pulled his finger from my clenching body, moving his thumbs on each side of my pussy lips still, and held the folds open obscenely wide. I could see my clit poking out from the hood, engorged from his sucking. While holding my gaze with his, Cannon flattened his tongue and dragged the muscle from my pussy hole to my clit.
Watching him do that to me while staring at my face had a fervent plea leaving me.
He whispered against my pussy, “Look, Stella. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you, how I make you come.”
“Oh. God. Cannon.”
I felt myself climbing toward another climax. I didn’t know if I could handle another one, but I found myself yearning for it. The air left me violently when he started running his tongue up and down my cleft. His lips suctioned around the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and I teetered on the edge. When he slowly inserted one finger into my pussy again, humming against my clit, I couldn’t stop myself going over the edge.
“That’s it. Mine. Only for me.”
My eyes slid shut of their own accord. The waves of pleasure took my breath away and I gripped the sheets beneath me, pulling at them, trying to stabilize myself. It was long moments before I found myself back on solid ground, so to speak.
I opened my eyes just as I felt Cannon move up my body, kissing a trail along my belly, over my ribs, across my breasts, and finally my lips. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it, wrapped my arms around his neck, and spread my legs wider.
He had his hips nestled between my legs, the thick length of his cock right against my pussy. Cannon started grinding his dick against me, sending little sparks of pleasure and sensitivity through me. I was intoxicated by my arousal, greedy for more.
“Tell me you want more,” he said between kisses. His deep voice sounded thirsty for more. He looked down at me, waiting for my answer, almost willing it in that moment without saying anything else.
“I want you, Cannon. I want more.”
Cannon groaned and then took my mouth in a bruising kiss. I had my hands in his hair, pulling at the strands, bringing him impossibly closer. I gasped at the feel of his hot, smooth, hard cock pressed against my pussy, needing that length pushed deep inside of me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, and that’s exactly what it felt like he was doing. Cannon pushed his cock against my pussy, back and forth, over and over again until I was feverish from the pleasure, blissfully unaware of anything else that was going on.
His hips rocking back and forth was almost my undoing, his length slipping between my folds until I was all but clawing at him, lifting my hips and shoving myself on him.
“Easy, baby. I’ll give you all you want.”
The tip of his cock bumped up against my clit and his balls gently rubbed against my ass.
“I want it all,” I found myself saying like a desperate fiend.
“You feel how good we are together?” He picked up his motion without waiting for me to respond.
I felt myself close to going over the edge once more. It was like I was insatiable for Cannon.
“God.” I thrashed my head from side to side, unable to stop myself, unable to control myself. I let the exquisite pleasure wash through me.
“Look at me.”
I obeyed him instantly, lifting my head to look at him. He moved back so he was on his haunches. But what I saw was the thick jut of his big, long cock glossy from my arousal.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Then he was moving closer so his cock was nestled right back between my folds. He started to move faster against me. He placed his head in the crook of my neck and then moved slightly so his mouth was at the underside of my jaw. He breathed hard and heavy, and worked his hips back and forth against me, not stopping, not slowing down.
The bed squeaked and I should have been worried my mom would hear, but all I could think about was how good he felt against me, on me.
I was so wet he slid against me easily, fluidly. But then he slowed, and a second later stopped.
“I can’t keep doing that,” he grumbled against my throat. “I’ll come before I’m even in you.”
His rock-hard cock was nestled between my folds. He lifted his head and kissed me instantly, gently, and I swore I felt his cock jerk, felt him become harder.
“Cannon.” I said his name on a gasp.
“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed against me harder. “Do you feel how hard I get for you, Stella?”
I nodded because in that moment I couldn’t find my voice.
He ran his tongue up my neck and kissed the side of my mouth. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve jerked off to you, Stella.” The words were low, dark … real.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered as he looked in my eyes. “I’ve never done this, Stella, so never needed them.”
My throat tightened. He’d never done this. This was a first for both of us. How was that even possible? Cannon was so attractive, so popular. He was a virgin? God, was this real life right now?
He ran his hand up my neck and cupped my cheek. I rose up and kissed him on the lips. The only thing I wanted was to be with him, to forget about everything aside from the two of us in that moment.
I should have been smart, thought about protection. The last thing either of us needed was a baby. But I trusted Cannon and knew that if something more came from this, he’d be by my side. He always had been, and I knew he always would be.
“I want you. I need you now.” I kissed him softly and murmured against his lips, “I trust you.”
He lowered his mouth to mine at the same time he reached between our bodies and aligned the tip of his dick with the opening of my pussy.
This was it.
This was the moment where lines would be crossed, where a friendship would change.
This was the moment where I’d no longer just be friends with Cannon. We couldn’t go back after this, so I prayed it wouldn’t ruin us.
When he started to push into me, I didn’t stop myself from lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist, causing him to sink further into me. I felt the stretch and burn of him working his way inside of me, of claiming my virginity. His expression was strained, as if he were trying in vain to stay in control, to not lose it.
Beads of sweat broke out along his brow, dampening the roots of his hair, having me hungry for more. One of his hands was braced by my head, his arm straight and tensed, his bicep bulging. His other hand cupped my cheek, his eyes trained right on me.
It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world but this one moment.
His eyes were half–closed, his mouth slightly parted, his breathing heavy like he’d run a marathon.
“You’re so tight and wet.” He gritted his teeth and retreated from me slowly. When just the tip was at my entrance, Cannon waited for a prolonged moment before he pushed back inside.
A cry of pain left me. He groaned when he bottomed out inside of me, but then stilled, as if to let me grow accustomed to his length and girth. My inner muscles contracted around him involuntarily.
“Jesus. Yes.” He reached up and smoothed his thumb over my lip. “I’m your only one.”
I nodd
ed. I’d been saving myself for him, for Cannon.
“You’ll only ever be mine, Stella.” He sank his upper body on top of mine and I sighed when his hardness met every feminine, soft part of me.
“You’re so perfect.” The way he touched me, spoke to me, was soft and gentle, as if he didn’t want to frighten me by the intensity I knew he felt.
Moving his hips back and forth, he stroked me from the inside out. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. Cannon picked up speed as it was clear his control was slipping. So was mine. He started moving in me in a way that could only be described as one thing.
Fucking.
The image in my mind of my first time had always been with Cannon. It always started off slow and sweet, but then morphed into something dirty and erotic.
Just like right now.
The feeling of him moving in and out of me like he couldn’t get deep enough was one of the images I’d thought of countless times. Both of his arms were now beside my head, his abdomen contracting, his six-pack flexing as he thrust into me. He started whispering dirty words, filthy things that had me growing hotter, had my pussy clenching around his cock as he plunged in and out of me.
“You’re so tight. So wet and hot. I’ll never get enough.” Sweat started to bead on his temples. “I’ll never be with anyone but you.”
Cannon was everything I shouldn’t want but everything I desperately needed.
I wanted a life with him, wanted to be the only girl for him. And it was clear he felt the same way.
“That’s it, baby, take all of me.”
He thrust into me, hitting something deep and secret, something that had me opening my mouth and crying out softly in ecstasy. Cannon placed his hand gently over my mouth to muffle the sound that came from me. God, the last thing we needed was to be interrupted, especially by my mom.
“Stella. Fuck. Yeah, baby.” He reached between us and ran his finger over my clit.
And just like that I came again.
My pussy clenched around his cock, which in turn sent a hard wave of wetness spilling from me.
