Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  “Wow. I never would have guessed Mr. Fidget Spinner was a baby daddy,” I say, trying to sound like I’m not freaked out.

  Okay, so that’s unfair. But you don’t understand...I may be a virgin, but I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I don’t date because I don’t want to mess around with men that aren’t serious about family.

  So how did I find a guy who says he’s never been in a serious relationship...and he already has a kid?

  Eric puts his hand on the small of my back, and we walk toward the restaurant.

  “She’s mine because someone...they left her on my doorstep, at my medical office.” Eric swallows.

  “Oh, that’s so sad,” I say and shake my head. “I sound so stupid. I’m so sorry that I said that. I...I am so sorry that my life is so boring you had to tell me a bunch of stuff that’s really personal. I have personal shit you don’t tell on dates, like not first dates or business meetings—”

  “Elia,” Eric says through a laugh. “It’s okay.” He opens the door and shoots me this charming look. A woman behind the counter actually looks him up and down as we enter. He is just too good looking to not get ogled. “I actually feel like I can tell you anything.”

  I chew on my lip and look away from him. I feel something inside that makes me feel like I can trust him too.

  Gah, you must think I’m crazy.

  Eric must as well.

  But all that cockiness seems to have faded away. His charm feels genuine, warm.

  He orders for us, which I don’t mind at all because I don’t know anything about Thai food, really. I couldn’t even pronounce the words!

  “I’ve never come here with someone before. Rose is only six so most stuff is not exactly palatable to her,” Eric says, running his finger over mine my hand across the table.

  Dinner is full of light flirting and delicious flavors.

  I didn’t know where to begin with asking him about the store, and I don’t want to talk about it for tonight.

  Maybe I’m weird but I start thinking about my conversation with Ryan, and my gut tells me not to talk about the store.

  And even though I’m enjoying dinner, that nagging feeling in my gut has me thinking, shit, if Eric does buy the store, then I probably shouldn’t be dating him.

  “Let me get the check and get you home. Don’t want you late for work tomorrow,” Eric says with that smile that makes me tingle down to my toes just thinking about him.

  “We had such a nice dinner,” I say, poking his arm. “I don’t know why you want to stir me up now.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

  Eric runs his hand from the nape of my neck to my spine, pressing his lips against my ear with a whisper. “Maybe I like my dessert stirred.” His warm breath against my ear makes my pussy ache with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. While he pays, I decide ...tonight’s the night I’m going to lose my virginity. I wasn’t sure how this would happen. I wondered if it ever would. But the way I feel right now, I know that I can’t resist the very real temptation before me, and I don’t want to.

  Elia

  “Dinner was lovely, Eric. Thank you for tonight,” I say as he pulls along the curb in front of my studio apartment. He’s been very flirtatious all evening, keeping his hand on the small of my back as he escorted me to and from the restaurant, slight touches throughout dinner, and that dangerously sexy smile he’s flashed.

  The truth is, I’ve been flirting, too. I was confused about what I wanted when the evening began, but that question was quickly answered with how wonderful dinner was. It didn’t turn to be any business meeting, and I didn’t want it to be.

  He puts the car in park and wraps his strong hand over mine… and there’s that smile again. I simply can’t hide the blush I know is tinged on my cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Elia.” His thumb slowly glides across my knuckles, and there’s a knowing look glinting in his eyes. I’m totally out of my element with Eric, but he’s so charming and handsome, and I don’t want this night to end here.

  “Would you like to come in for a drink? I mean, I think I have some wine…” I trail off, second guessing myself. I shake my head and take a deep breath before dragging my lip between my teeth.

  “Elia?” Eric begins, cupping my face. “Only invite me in if you’re sure that’s what you want.” His voice is low and husky, and I have to tighten my thighs to settle the heat that sizzles through my core.

  I asked him inside, and I know I don’t want this night to end, but where do I want this night to go? I’m untouched, a virgin saving myself for when I’m ready to give myself freely to someone—I made that promise to myself. Unsure of myself, I throw caution to the wind and open the car door and swing my legs out. I turn my head back at Eric and ask, “Coming?” before stepping onto the sidewalk. I heard a low grumble under his breath, and I want to ask him to confirm what I think I heard, but I’m not sure I can handle the answer.

  I unlock the door to my apartment and step inside. Eric closes the door behind himself and follows me into the kitchen where I’m busying myself pulling wine glasses from the cabinet. I place them on the counter and smile up at him sheepishly. Watching him roll his sleeves up to his elbows, the chords of his muscular arms flexing with each movement has my heart thundering in my chest. Why do I feel so flush, so… hot? I swipe at my head then open the refrigerator and lean in to see what wines I have.

  Strong hands grip my hips, and I feel him behind me, his fingers kneading into my flesh. I inhale a long breath of air and stand up, feeling his hardness press against my bottom. Oh. My. Word. He leans in and trails the tip of his nose along the curve of my neckline, and I latch my fingers around his thighs, needing anything to steady my balance. “Eri…” his name falls short on my breath as his lips pepper delicate kisses up my throat, his hands roving over the fabric of my dress. I wanted to look beautiful for him tonight. He inspires that notion in me; I can’t explain why, possibly my attraction to him is just that strong? And judging by the way his hands are actively clawing over me, his kisses growing more fervent and delicious with each pass over my skin, I’d say my objective was achieved.

  He spins me around and presses my back against the counter. “I’m more in the mood for dessert, Elia.” He clutches the nape of my neck and pulls me toward him, his lips crashing over mine. He kisses me so hungrily and fast paced, I can’t keep up. His hands rove over every inch of bare skin he can find until he reaches the neckline of my dress, and his hands shred at the fabric, ripping it from my chest. I’m so lost in the sensation of his hands and mouth working over me so rapidly that I don’t even pay mind to the expensive dress that I couldn’t afford to begin with is now a heap of mangled fabric on the floor. I can’t even process the idea of being laid out and exposed to this Greek God of a man who’s using my body for his own pleasure. Just the sensation of his touch has me flustered and in a dream-like state.

  He fingers find my nipples as his mouth moves down my chest like he’s a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days, and a spark of lust shoots right through my belly. Suddenly, my panties feel damp, and the heat of my skin intensifies.

  “Eric, oh…” I whine as his lips enclose around my nipple, his fingers slowly trailing down my belly and skimming the waistline of my panties. I know I should stop him from going any farther, this isn’t how I expected the night to move so quickly, but I don’t want it to stop. I can’t explain the way my body feels. Electric, excited, needy. But I need more of whatever he’s willing to give me, virginity be damned.

  Eric thrusts me up onto the counter and steps back, his eyes appreciating the sight before him with a devilish smirk tipping the corners of his full lips. I want to feel those lips caressing over my body. He loosens his shirt from his pants then rips at the buttons, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel like I’m the sacrificial lamb at the altar, a gift for him. He props my heel-clad feet up on the counter, spreading my legs apart. His fingers softly dance down my thigh, and just the possibility of him touching my sacred
place sends a thrill of nervous energy through me. I struggle to protest, my mouth opening but I can’t find the words, then the thought escapes me as his face disappears. I pierce my eyes closed, knowing I’m not ready for this and I need to make him stop before things go too far, but when his nose skims the lace of my panties and I hear him heave in a breath, I melt. I tighten my thighs, but he splays his palms against them and presses them farther apart.

  “Now, now, Elia. I gave you two warnings. One,” his index finger slips beneath my panties and swipes through my heat, “only invite me in if you’re sure that’s what you want. Do you remember?” His finger glides against my lips, and my eyes fall closed from the pleasure and a groan falls from the lips. Eric chuckles to himself, then continues, “And two, I’m in the mood for dessert.”

  In one fell swoop my panties are ripped down the sides, and his mouth plunges against my pussy. I don’t even have time to stop him before he’s devouring me like a man starved. My back bows from the counter, and my breathing catches in my chest. He isn’t sweet and sensual—he’s ravenous. Nipping, licking, sucking roughly against my heat. I writhe against the counter, my body so sensitive to his touch, but greedy for more. I don’t know if I want to buck my pussy toward him or scramble away from his hungry mouth.

  He grunts, his eyes meeting mine in warning as his large hand splays against my stomach and holds me in place. Suddenly, he plunges a finger deep inside of me and crooks it upward and holy hell… I can’t breathe, my brain is a gray cloud of overwhelming emotions, and my body racks with trembles.

  “E-Er-ic… oh, my…oooooooooohhhhhhh!” An unfamiliar guttural groan rips from my chest, every muscle in my body twitching and tightening deliciously.

  “Give it to me, Elia. Give me that sweet cum, sweetheart.” Eric’s tongue flattens against my pussy, lapping and sucking at me as he groans. My eyes are so heavy with lust, when I open them to look up at him my surroundings are hazed. Eric trails delicate kisses down my thigh then up my stomach before latching around a nipple. I rake my fingers through his hair and drag my nails across his back as his mouth works up toward mine.

  “Damn, Elia, that pussy’s sweet,” he grunts.

  He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his hips, and my legs encircle him as his hand clasps my neck. His mouth roughly crashes against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s different, not quite what I’d expect, though I can’t really explain what I expected. Eric carries me to the bed where he gently lay me down onto the mattress and settles between my legs. His erection is pressed against the front of his pants, forming a massive bulge behind the fabric. Please God, let that be an illusion. There’s no way he’s that…

  He pops the button on his pants then slowly drags the zipper open and shoves his pants down his thighs. My breath stills in my throat because the closer I come in contact with his… ahem, the tighter my chest constricts.

  So I’m a bookstore virgin… I’ve read about the throes of passion in many of my favorite classic romance novels—Mr. Darcy will forever be the original book boyfriend. I’ve even seen a penis before. Call it mild curiosity, if you will, but the illusion of a man’s—cock?—on your computer screen and vivid before your eyes… well you can’t quite compare. And while Eric’s—cock?—is still clad in silky black boxer briefs, just the impression it’s forming against the material has me taken aback. No romance novel, website, or magazine could ever prepare a virgin for the very moment their cherry is about to be popped.

  My cheeks flush red at just the thought, but I’m no prude. I know that’s how men think, but it’s not like that. I just can’t believe what’s about to happen.

  I can’t believe how turned on I am right now. I...I can’t believe how ready I feel, either. It makes me think about all my favorite romance novels...and they couldn’t totally prepare me, but they didn’t let me down. This fire in my blood measures up to everything I thought that only fantasy could bring.

  “Eric, I want to feel you inside me,” I moan, looking into his eyes.

  There’s a hunger in his eyes that must match my own.

  I’m desperate for his every touch and I am aching for it. “Please,” I whimper.

  “Mmm, Elia, fuck,” Eric says, grazing his teeth over my neck now. “You won’t have to beg me again. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life.”

  My lower lip trembles.

  Eric’s mouth closes over my neck, pressing kisses along my neck while I feel his cock line up on my opening. He spreads my labia with the head of his cock and I struggle to breathe.

  My hips have a will of their own and I press harder into him.

  “Elia,” Eric moans against my neck, his teeth closing over my skin so lightly as the tip of his cock slides inside me, inch by inch.

  Every moment he gets more inside me, fills me up with that enormous cock, I try harder to breathe. I’m gasping huge gulps of air and I can’t take it. My hips roll forward. My fingers press tightly against him, holding him against me. And my pussy clenches around him, fluttering almost as I take in every perfect moment of him breaking through every mental barrier that I thought was going to make me nervous about the actual moment.

  I’m not nervous anymore. I’m ravenous. I move my hands to grasp his ass and I push him into me, lifting my legs up higher and roll my hips harder, pressing myself against him until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. Moans desperately flow from my lips and I take every last drop of his pleasure.

  Speaking of drops, I am so wet that I feel my arousal sliding slick down my thighs. “Fuck, I’m so wet, Eric. I didn’t know that I could get so wet.” I find that virgin or not, I’ve read enough romance novels and watched enough porn to know that talking during sex, well, when you can manage it is pretty damn hot.

  I mean, Eric’s got this enormous cock. A real footlong. And he’s slamming it deep inside me, thrust after thrust.

  I’m shaking. Shivering. My whole body is breaking out in a sweat, the sheen covering my body. I breathe harder and the feelings coursing through my body are just incredible. My nipples ache, and breasts feel tight and sensitive. My stomach burns with a warm heat that’s building up pressure inside me. I cry out and and every breath makes the thrills more and more intense.

  “Oh Goooood!” I cry out. I’ve never felt anything so incredible as the sensations coursing through my body right now.

  “That’s right, cum for me baby,” Eric says, his lips tracing back up to my lips and closing over mine. He swallows my sighs, my moans, my every drop of pleasure as I feel the explosion within me, simmering hotter and closer to the surface.

  I break our kiss, gasping. “Fuuuck, yes, I am!” I curl my face into the curve of his neck where it meets his strong shoulders, breathing in the scent of him as my eyes roll back in their orbits. I feel like my whole body is vibrating and a gush of wetness escapes my trembling pussy. I feel empty of the pressure inside of me but the thickness of Eric’s cock pumping harder and harder into me creates a new pressure, like a note tapped out on a piano on a higher scale.

  My arms and legs feel wobbly and I think I might fall. I cling to Eric.

  “I’ve got you,” he says, pulling me tighter against him.

  “Ride me, Elia. I want to see your perfect breasts bouncing while you take my cock,” Eric says, biting his lip as he watches me rise up, still impaled by him.

  I position myself, moving my body around on his and feeling myself wobble. “I’m nervous,” I tell him. I wish I hadn’t said it, but his hand cups my cheek so tenderly that I’m grateful I did.

  “Why?”

  “Because...until...I was virgin,” I say, my eyes avoiding his.

  “Elia,” Eric breathes my name and his fingers trace along my jawline.

  I look at him, unable to resist smiling at the way he said my name.

  “Your body knows what it wants. Find your own rhythm.” His words are incredibly sensual and something about the warm look in his eyes makes my body ache even further wit
h need, and I have the distinct urge for him to touch my nipples. “You feel goddamn perfect, trust me, you can’t do anything wrong here.”

  I feel my face heat. I start to move on him and the sensation makes my legs tremor uncontrollably. I put a hand to his chest, and one of his hands lightly circles my wrist.

  His other hand leaves my face, and Eric palms the small of my back. The heat of his touch there helps me trust my instinct, something comforting and erotic about even this simple touch.

  Rolling my hips, I thrust forward and feel his cock move inside me, then lift my ass up and push forward onto it. I can’t decide if I want to watch his face or see Eric’s cock getting swallowed up by my pussy. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I’m still shaking but it only adds to the pleasurable sensations swelling up inside me.

  I suck in a breath, knitting my eyebrows together at the pleasure, almost sharp, when I start to ride Eric’s cock faster, slamming myself harder on him. I pull my hand back from his chest, letting my fingers trace down his perfect abs for a moment before I bring my hands back to either side of my hips, pressing down on the bed and gripping the sheets for purchase. I find a steady rhythm and I’m bouncing up and down on him. I can barely breathe, his cock slamming so deep into me that it damn near knocks the wind out of me every time, and I’m shivering still from the intensity of sensations. But I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. It feels better than anything I have ever felt in my life.

  Eric’s hands grip my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin. His touch, even as we’re fucking like this, is so sexy that I almost giggle like I’m being tickled or something. I’ve never felt such a pure, raw amount of pleasure at anything before and it is starting to overwhelm me.

  My body threatens to turn to jelly all over again and I feel my clit twitch. The sensations overtake me like thunder striking in a quiet night. Because if I thought riding him felt good, the instant my next orgasm takes hold, I’m gasping for air and shaking like I just sat on an earthquake. I nearly do giggle now, just giddy with lust.