by Miley Maine
“I know.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said harshly.
I rolled my hips into his again. “I want you.”
“Want what? You need to be specific. Because I know what I want.”
“What is it that you want?” I asked.
“I want to rip those pants off your body, and push my cock in your sweet little pussy.” His fingers were firm on my shoulder. “You’re not ready for that.”
“I am. I want you to do it. I want you to take my virginity.” I didn’t get the travel experience I wanted. But if Jackson was willing, I could get my first time the way that I wanted.
He moved his hands to my face and gripped it tight. “No. That’s not what you need”
I shook my head. “If you’re saying no because you don’t want to, that’s cool. I get it. But if you’re saying no for me, then don’t. I want this. You’re hot, you’re so competent, and you’re a nice guy. And I’ve always had a thing for guys that were older than me.”
He let go of my face and moved back. “We’re outside. We’re camping. That’s not the right place for your first time.”
Now it was my turn to reach out to him. I put my hand on his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under my palm. “It is. This is something I’ve always wanted. I wanted an adventure, far away from Georgia, and my sterile life. And you’ve given it to me. I couldn't imagine a better first time.”
In the lamplight, his dark eyes gleamed. But he hadn’t walked away yet, and I took that as an encouragement. “It’s cheesy,” I said. “But I’ve never ever felt any attraction like this before. I want you. I won’t change my mind.”
Chapter Nine
Jackson
What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?
My cock was so hard I could barely think straight. I’d thought my graphic words would scare Loren away, but she kept right on, pushing me.
Usually when a woman said she wanted my cock, I fucked her without mercy. I gave her what she wanted, and I made sure she had a damned good time. But those were experienced women, who understood what they were asking. Not some inexperienced girl, who’d just graduated from college. A girl who’d never spent one day away from her high-class family, until now. And managed to get herself mugged on day one.
Just like I’d told her, I’d been able to see that Loren was trouble as soon as I’d met her.
She didn’t have good sense, because so far, everything I’d said had only seemed to encourage her more. She wasn’t thinking straight. She had to still be shaken up from the jackass who’d tried to rob her. If I fucked her, she’d regret it, and I didn’t want to live with that.
But I couldn’t keep resisting her confined here in this tiny space. Especially not if we were stuck in this sleeping bag, where she could keep pressing her lithe little body into my hard cock. I was already about to explode. I yanked the sleeping bag down and sat up. “It’s a bad idea.”
I heard her moving around and then she was sitting up too. There wasn’t much room in the tent to move around, but she twisted her body around to face me.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” she asked.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then why won’t you?” she asked.
“I’ve already told you. It’s a bad idea. I’m not a romantic guy. I’d fuck you, and you’d wish you’d never done it.”
“You’re just like everyone else.” She unzipped the tent flap and climbed out, and then zipped it shut again.
I followed her out. She’d lost her damn mind, and didn’t need to stomp off in anger and run straight into a fucking black bear. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going for a swim.” She marched toward the edge of the water.
Overhead, the moon was bright. “It’s fifty-nine degrees right now. You’ll freeze.” I rushed forward and grabbed her by the arm.
“Stop telling me what to do!” She stuck her foot in the edge and kicked, sending a spray of icy water at me.
Water splashed onto my legs, and dripped down my t-shirt. “That was fucking cold,” I said.
She stared up at me in defiance. “Tough guy like you should be able to handle a little cold water.”
I grabbed her and pulled her to me, holding her body flush with mine. “You really want this?”
“I do.”
“Then I’ll give it to you.” I kissed her again, harder this time before pulling back. “If you want to stop, you need to tell me. Otherwise, I’m going to keep going.”
She nodded. “I want this. I won’t back out.”
“It’s supposed to be fun. Remember that. Now, and in the future.” The moonlight was bright, and although there were no other campers around, we’d be visible to anyone who walked up. I walked us over, mindful that she was barefoot, and got us near an outcropping of trees that would conceal us if anyone walked by.
If she thought this was romantic, then I wasn't going to argue. I sure preferred this wide open sky and fresh air over any fancy hotel room. I wrapped one arm around her thin waist and pulled her closer. My cock was so hard it throbbed. I couldn’t wait to bury it in her sweet pussy, assuming we got that far.
I got my other hand on her sweet little ass, cupping the firm, round globe with my palm. “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
She stepped apart, straddling one of my legs. Knowing her pussy was directly against my skin, it sent a wave of electricity through my blood. I shuddered. I hitched her body forward, grinding my cock against her.
She arched her back and shoved her breasts into my chest. “Responsive,” I said. “I like it.” I shoved my hand under her shirt “No bra. I like that too.” She moaned as I tweaked her nipple with my fingers.
She rolled her hips, rubbing against my thigh. I lifted her and scooted her forward, until her feet were mostly off the ground, and her body was flush with mine, and I could savor the friction of her hips against my cock.
I went back to kissing her, while still kneading and squeezing her breasts. “I need to taste you,” I said. I shoved her shirt up and got my mouth on her nipple. I licked and sucked, while she moaned. “Shhh,” I said. “I think we’re alone. But I don’t want anyone coming to check on us.” I bit down, gently on her breast while she writhed against me. “I don’t want to have to chase anyone off while I’m fucking you.”
“Jackson!” she cried out
I sat her back down on the ground, steadying her as she swayed. “I need to get my mouth on your pussy.” I knelt in front of her and tugged her pants down and laid them aside. I pressed my face to the front of her silky panties and inhaled. “You smell like honey.”
Her hands came to rest in my hair, but she didn’t tug or pull.
“You can hold on,” I said.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, while I inched her panties down. Once they were off, I rolled them up and stuck them in my pocket. “Step apart,” I said. She did, and now I had my face right in front of her virgin pussy.
“A man’s never touched you here before?” She was almost bare, with very little hair, and I skimmed my finger over her smooth flesh. “But you wax.”
She shivered. “No,” she whispered. “Everyone I know waxes. It’s neater.”
“I’ve heard you’ll feel more when I do this,” I said. I parted her folds to expose her most private place, and I lowered my mouth to lick her clit.
She groaned as her fingers curled in my hair. “Oh God. I don’t know if I can stand up while you do that.”
I stood up and moved a few feet away, checking the ground. Then I picked her up and moved her until she stood with her back to a tree. “There. Now you can stand. I want your pussy like this before I lay you down.”
She groaned again and let her head fall back against the bark of the tree. I got back on my knees, and got my face back in her pussy. I licked a long stripe over her folds, stopping to flick my tongue over her clit.
Her thighs tensed while she rocked her hips forward. I gripped h
er delicate hips and pushed them back against the tree. “I want you to stay still for me. Okay?” I felt the movement, but she didn’t answer. “I need you to answer me when I can’t see you.”
“Yes Jackson,” she said.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Stay still.”
“Good.” I rubbed my finger over the outside of her pussy. She was wet enough all ready for me to fuck, but I was in no rush to go too fast with a virgin. “You’re dripping wet.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I am.”
“Good.” I pushed my finger into her pussy. She was so snug, I wasn’t sure how a second finger would fit, much less my cock. “You’re tight,” I said. “But I’m going to work you open.”
“Please,” she moaned. “I’m ready.”
I thrust my finger in and out of her body, while circling her clit with my tongue. Then I switched it up, sucking on her clit, while I curled my finger against her sweet spot.
“I think I’m close,” she breathed.
I backed off. “Don’t come yet. I’m going to add a second finger, then I’m going to get you lying down in the tent.”
Her entire body trembled. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
I brushed my thumb over her hip bone. “You’ll wait.”
“Or what?” she said.
“So full of sass. I like that too,” I said. “You’ll wait, or you won’t get my cock.”
“I’m trying,” she insisted.
“Try harder.” I carefully added a second finger, pushing in slowly. “So tight. But that’s good; you’re letting me in.”
She exhaled, and I began to thrust both of my fingers in and out. Her pussy grew slicker. “You’re doing so good, letting me fuck you with my fingers.”
Loren moaned, loudly, and her knees bent. “Can’t stand up.”
I caught her in my arms and lifted her up. I bent down to grab her pants and draped them over her, and carried her back to the tent. I kissed her on the forehead. “You did great, listening to me and not coming.”
I arranged her inside the small tent and got us both zipped inside. “Now I’m going to finish tasting you.” I got her flat on her back, and spread her legs wide. I pushed both fingers back into her body, and I flattened my tongue over her clit until she shouted.
I pressed my free hand over her mouth. “Not too loud.”
“Sorry,” she panted. “I can’t hold off now.”
“That’s okay. You can come now.” I lowered my head back to her clit, and I sucked while I crooked my fingers inside her pussy.
She put both hands over her mouth. “Jackson!” she said, but it was muffled.
Her pussy walls contracted around my fingers and she came hard. Wave after wave pulsed as she moaned.
I pulled my fingers from her body and crawled up to lie beside her. “You just came with a man’s fingers in your pussy.”
She uncovered her face. “Yeah. I did.” She gave a small laugh. “I liked it too.”
She didn’t protest when I pressed my mouth to hers again, and kissed her, licking over her mouth. Then I peeled her shirt off, leaving her entirely naked.
She moved her arm, pushing her hand between our bodies. Over my shorts, she laid her palm flat over my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m close now.” The feel of her hand, tentatively exploring, was hotter than any of the fancy tricks I’d experienced with other women. I shed my shirt and my shorts, and grabbed the condom from my backpack. Shoving my boxers down, I rolled the condom on.
I crawled on top of Loren and encouraged her to wrap her legs around my waist. With one hand, I guided my cock against her pussy. I pushed the tip in, letting her adjust. “Take a deep breath. You’re about to take my cock.”
She inhaled, and I watched her pert breasts move with her deep breath. I pushed forward, stretching her walls. The pressure on my cock increased, and I had to pull back and squeeze the base to keep from erupting all over her bare pussy.
I pushed again, thrusting farther this time.
Loren let out a pained moan and her hands came up to squeeze my shoulders. Her short fingernails dug into my skin.
“If it helps, keep squeezing,” I said. “I’m going to keep going unless you tell me to stop.”
She nodded. “Don’t stop,” she said in a harsh whisper.
I thrust in farther. “Your wet pussy feels so good.”
She opened up for me a little more, and I made it even farther into her body. I slipped farther in, and finally, my cock was all the way in. I pulled back and began to thrust. I wrapped my arms around her body and kissed her neck, murmuring encouragement into her ear. I got my hand between her legs, and I rubbed circles over her clit, hoping to ease the tension in her body.
“Oh,” she said. “Jackson. That’s good.”
I loved it when she said my name. Her body relaxed more, welcoming me in, and my thrusts picked up the speed.
I’d never have pushed a virgin like Loren to sleep with me. But now that I was fucking her tight pussy, I never wanted to stop.
Chapter Ten
Loren
Jackson was fucking me. He was inside my body, and it was better than I’d ever imagined. I’d never wanted anyone to tell me what to do, but when he commanded me not to come earlier, I’d nearly burst with desire for him.
Every time his thick cock pressed inside my pussy, I wanted to scream. He’d said he didn’t want this with me, but as soon as he’d gotten my pants off, I’d felt nothing but passion from him.
This was every fantasy I’d ever had coming true. I was in Alaska, camping, and a hot man, one older than me, had taken my virginity.
It had hurt, but only for a few moments. And now that Jackson had his hand on my clit, everytime he rubbed his fingers in a circle, little stars burst behind my eyes.
“You’re going to come again,” he said.
“I’m planning on it.” I lifted my hips higher, which changed the angle of his thrusts.
His thrusts picked up speed. “I’m going to fuck you in every position possible before this trip is over.”
That sounded like heaven to me. “That sounds good to me.” I was breathing so hard I could barely get the words out. “Which one--” I had to suck in air. “Is next?” I was pleased to note that Jackson was also panting hard by now.
“I think I’ll turn you over, so I can look at this round bottom while I fuck in and out of you.”
I pictured myself on my hands and knees, which Jackson behind me, thrusting his thick cock in and out of my body. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Closing my eyes, I held on as Jackson’s thrusts turned sharper. The movements of his hand between my legs grew faster.
“I’m getting close again.” My stomach tightened; my legs tensed.
He pushed himself up on his strong arms and changed the angle until it hit my g-spot. “Let go,” he said. “Come for me.”
I tossed my head and I did let go, coming in waves as my body tightened around his cock. Jackson followed behind me, pumping into my body, releasing his pleasure as his thrusts sped up and then slowed. He stayed inside me, still hard for a few moments, and then he kissed my cheek.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
A man had fucked me. He’d put his cock inside my body, and I had liked it. A lot.
It had been a far better experience than I’d ever dreamed. I already looked forward to the next time.
“Maybe I’ll skip the wedding,” I said as I stepped across the rocks in a shallow creek.
Bright and early, Jackson had roused me from a deep sleep so we could hike Falls Creek Trail. I’d visited Alaska, but the view at Falls Creek was arresting. On this chilly morning, the hills were green, and the sky was blue.
I’d been too engrossed in the hike to really chat, but now that we’d reached a flatter area, I found myself thinking out loud.
I wouldn't really skip the wedding, but I was tempted. My family drove me crazy, but I loved my cousin.
I wouldn’t skip her special day, even if I wasn’t responsible for the photos.
Jackson held out his hand to steady me as I placed my shoe on the bank. The creek was about an inch deep, so there was no real danger, but he grumbled non-stop about my lack of hiking boots. I only had the shoes I was wearing, which were flimsy running shoes, designed to be cute and not provide support while hiking, so I let him help me when he wanted to.
“I wouldn’t blame you.” He pulled, giving me a tug. “Weddings suck.”
I hopped over another small rock. “No, they don’t.”
“You just said you wanted to skip the wedding,” he said. “If it didn’t suck, you’d want to go.”
“I’m the wedding photographer. I have to go.”
“Doesn’t mean you want to.”
“I do want to. I love weddings. It’s just that this is really nice. It’s been even better than I expected.”
Jackson did crack a smile at that. “What do you love about weddings?”
“Mostly everything. The atmosphere. Everyone on their best behavior. People coming together. I look forward to capturing those moments -- if it’s done right, it’s a form of art. It tells the story of the couple, and their family and their friends.”
“Wow. I have to say, I’ve never thought about it that way.”
“How do you see it?” I asked.
“A wasted weekend day, where I have to dress up in an uncomfortable suit and make small talk with people I barely know.”
“Pretty cynical, but I get it. As the photographer, I’m choreographing people and pulling them together. I don’t have to make small talk.”
“Small talk sucks just as much as weddings do,” Jackson said. Then he stopped in his tracks. “This view of Kenai Lake is one of my favorites.”
The lake was almost a teal blue. Sharp mountain peaks, still snow-capped at the peaks, jutted up from around the lake. “I see why you wanted to come here,” I said. “I’ll have to bring my camera one day.”
“It’s my favorite place,” he said.
