How I’ll measure up, frankly.
Not that I have anything to prove, but in some ways, I do. I’m the one who showed up at his front door and threw myself at him. Now it’s time to deliver the goods. But doubt starts to wander in. My inexperience can’t have any appeal to him, so after pushing so hard for this to happen, the question that’s plaguing my mind is not whether I’ll disappoint him, but how much.
I sit up in bed, covers draped around my waist and legs as I look around the dark bedroom, eyes already adjusted to the dim bluish floodlight coming in through the closed blinds from somewhere outside the house. The bedroom door creaks as it slowly opens. He’s here. With a held breath, I pull the cotton sheets up to cover my breasts, and I wait.
“Last chance, Cherry,” Jace announces in a deep, somber tone. He stands in the shadow of the doorway. A light source from somewhere down the hall casts a long shadow of him into the bedroom. He doesn’t move, but I feel his presence across the room. It’s as though he can reach me from his spot, sending tendrils of his touch over to me from just his silent breathing.
“Sorry? I don’t understand. Last chance for what?” I ask.
“To walk away. No questions asked.”
“I’m staying,” I tell him, voice wavering. I can only hope he doesn’t interpret the sound of my voice as a change of heart. Because I may be terrified, but I’m more sure than ever that I want to be here.
He saunters over to the bed and takes a seat, bending one knee to comfortably turn and look at me. I only notice his fingers spread out on the fabric of the covers beside me when he forms his hand into a fist and tugs sharply at the material. The move drags the covers down the front of my body, leaving my upper body bare. Jace groans as he grazes his eyes from my face, down past my neck to my naked breasts.
“You don’t get to hide from me here, Cherry,” he says firmly.
“I wasn’t—”
“You also don’t get to speak…unless I let you. Understood?”
I want to say something, to object, but don’t. I just nod. Tonight may be the only time for us. And this was what I asked for.
Jace.
Good or bad.
Rough or tender.
Mean or kind.
He can say, do and be whatever he wants to me.
Because I want him to.
Jace gets to his feet. Looking down into my eyes from his spot at the side of the bed, he extends one hand toward me, palm up. I place my hand in his, and he helps me off the bed. As his eyes feast on every visible inch of my nakedness, his hand travels slowly up my arm, his hot fingers radiating waves of heat through my body. I’m shaking, but not from the cold, and not from his touch, but from the anticipation of what’s going to happen. No doubt, Jace can tell. He may not be able to read my mind, but my body language is as clear as day. But he’s got the slightest smile on his face, like a predator when it knows it’s won. I have to wonder whether he likes the smell of my fear.
I’ll find out soon enough.
Jace slides his hand past my shoulder and comes to rest on that spot where my shoulder meets my neck.
“Down on your knees, kitten,” he orders as he tightens his hold on me and applies some pressure to help me get moving.
Sinking down to my knees, I take the liberty of reaching my hands up to his belt. He covers my hand with his to stop me.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t think. Not until I tell you,” he says sharply and shakes his head from one side to the other. “You’ll do what I say, when I say it, or you’ll be punished. Understood?”
I glance up at him and give an exaggerated nod. He’s made his point. His domain, his rules. Silently reminding myself that I’m here of my own volition and this may only turn out to be a one-time thing, I smile softly.
Then Jace undoes his belt, slowly sliding the black leather from each pant loop. He folds it in two, and holds the open ends together in his fist. Then he slaps the folded side in his other hand. The whipping sound snaps and ricochets around the room, filling the air with an echo that reverberates all the way to my core.
His nonverbal reinforcement of his promise to punish me should scare the hell out of me.
Yet it doesn’t.
It sends a thrill of raw need through my body like a shock wave. I can’t even begin to understand what’s happening to me.
My body tingles.
My nipples are hard as pebbles.
My core is throbbing.
My clit is swollen.
I’m dripping wet between my legs.
And Jace hasn’t even touched me yet.
If his goal is to arouse me, it’s working. Suddenly the realization that he knows what he’s doing sinks in. I can trust him, so I will. With my resolve in place, I close my eyes and take a breath. When I open my eyes again. I catch sight of Jace undoing the button on his waistband. Locking eyes with me, he slides down his zipper and frees his erect cock from his boxers.
It. Is. Massive.
I mentally try to figure out exactly how that huge, thick body part will ever fit inside me when I can barely fit two fingers inside. But yet again, my lower stomach flutters and my core clenches just from the sight of it, and my racing mind stills. I have to give him credit. Never before has my body been at this level of desire.
Then he runs a hand through my hair, gripping a handful tightly and guiding my head closer to his cock.
Parting my lips, I relax my jaw and open wide for him.
This is happening.
6
Cherry
Anticipation bubbles up to the surface. Licking my lips, I hover forward, placing a hand at the base of his shaft as my lips make first contact with his smooth, velvety tip. His fingers flex in my hair. Jace slams his steely length all the way to the back of my throat, then pulls back a little. “Yes,” he groans. “Suck it with that pretty little mouth, kitten. Suck it good. Soon, I’ll be fucking your tight virgin cunt until you come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”
I strengthen my grip around his thick erection with one hand and circle my tongue around his tip.
“That’s it, Cherry. You’re my little slut tonight.”
His whisper of my name with the lungful of air he breathes out does something to me. It gives me a little more courage.
A salty bead of precum hits my taste buds and I moan. Taking more of him into my mouth, I pause and gaze up at his face to see his response. He’s enjoying it. Maybe we’ll both enjoy tonight. Each time I move up and down his length, I increase my force of the suction. His hips begin to pump as I get into a rhythm he must like. Or maybe it’s because I’ve slipped my fingers down from his shaft, and cupped his balls with a solid hold.
I’m really starting to get into this.
Swirling my tongue around his cock head, I relax my jaw some more, and take even more of him deep in the back of my throat. Every reaction he verbalizes makes me more brazen, and soon I’m massaging his balls with one hand, and gripping his ass cheek with the other, stroking his full length with the inside of my mouth. And I’m beyond aroused. Soaking wet with need, core pulsing, almost unable to wait for what he’ll soon do to me.
Jace will be the first man to enter me.
And that’s happening tonight.
My awareness of this re-enters my mind at intervals, as though it’s brand new information. Each time, it excites me a little bit more. I can only lose my virginity once. It’s a silly fact that somehow keeps pinging in my brain, a reminder that once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. So I want to be sure it’s memorable.
Jace grasps my hair more tightly, bringing my attention back to his massive, rigid dick in my mouth. I start to enjoy the deep growl he utters every now and again, and the way his legs tremble a little each time he grinds his hips into my face. He sounds close to erupting. I’m ready to swallow every drop of his cum, to milk him until he tells me to stop. But he surprises me by freeing his hand from my hair and resting it on my shoulder.
Maybe I
’m doing something wrong?
I don’t know, but I’m not going to ask.
He pulls me up to my feet, and lowers his head beside my face with his lips against my ear. “I won’t waste your virginity, Cherry. When I cum for the first time with you, it’ll be balls deep inside of you, kitten.”
Jesus. I have to swallow hard as his words sink in. Filled with excitement, on edge and wild with erotic need, all I know is I want him to take me now. I need his massive cock to breach my folds. I crave him, and don’t want to wait a second longer for him to enter me, and fill me, and complete me.
“I want the same thing,” I whisper as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
Except I’m not supposed to speak.
Even in his lust-filled state, he grabs both my wrists with one hand, squeezing them together forcefully, his eyes virtually drilling a hole through a spot between my eyes.
“No talking, kitten. Unless you’re fixing to be spanked.”
Maybe I am. Maybe I’m daring Jace so I can see the full scope of his bedroom proclivities.
“But I’m—” I start to tell him, but he cuts me off using his other hand to place his index finger against my lips.
“Not another word.” That finger slides past my chin, tracing a path down my neck to collarbone, across my shoulder and gently down my upper arm. But instead of continuing south, he cups one breast and rolls the nipple between his fingers. “There’ll be more than just a bit of discomfort for you tonight if you keep this up,” he informs me. In the same breath, he tugs my wrists, which are still in the firm death grip of his other hand, lowering my upper body to a bent over position. He moves so quickly that I don’t have time to react until I’m bent over his knee.
Jace wasn’t kidding about punishing me.
Like a school girl in a very naughty role play, Jace has me over one knee.
My ass is practically in the air. My breasts are now jammed into his thigh, and my head, well, my face is buried into the bed beside him. There’s no point making a wild guess as to what’ll happen next. He told me he’d spank me, so I brace myself and wait.
With my head face down in the sheets, breathing in the fresh linens and new-smelling mattress underneath, I can’t see much, but all my other senses are working overtime. The movement of air around the vicinity of my backside tells me when his hand raises from his side.
Then he really does it.
He quickly crashes down a hot, heavy palm on my left ass cheek, then another on the right. It happens so fast that my left cheek doesn’t finish jiggling when the right side gets its share of the pain. And they both sting. If it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is pressed into the sheets, I’d be yelping from that sharp pang of pain on the surface of my skin that I’m sure will leave a mark for at least a few hours. It also has a side effect that I can feel deep in my womb, and along my folds. I can’t be any more aroused than I am right now.
And Jace knows it.
He glides the cooler back of his hand along the hot surface of my skin, bringing me some relief before he makes the next move. Damn, is it ever unexpected. His wayward fingers roam to the crack of my ass, blazing a trail between my ass cheeks until what feels like a thumb comes to rest at my asshole. He parts my legs with his other hand and eases along with two fingers from the same hand that’s accosted my asshole, sliding them past my folds, wedging them into the opening of my pussy.
God, it feels so good.
So fucking intense.
One sudden move and I’ll be past the point of no return, but I can’t help myself.
“While you’re here tonight, I own this,” he grunts the announcement, flexing his fingers at both of my openings. “Understood?”
I desperately want to tell him how much I love his touch, but I bite it back and swallow the words with a moan. As much as I enjoyed that spanking, I don’t want to go overboard with the defiance.
“Answer me.”
I lift my head just enough to give my lips room to move, so my words won’t come out garbled. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Jace. You own me tonight,” I whimper, grinding on his hand for more contact.
“That’s right. And you can’t get enough of this.”
I nod.
“You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes, Jace. I do.”
He grunts out a satisfied growl. “What else do you want from me, kitten?”
I’m certain of one thing right now. Jace knows what he’s doing. He has a hold on me—I’m literally wrapped around his fingers. My pussy’s soaking wet and itching for more. A wave of shyness comes over me, but it’s not strong enough to stop my brain from getting a message to my lips.
“I want your hands on me,” I admit. “And I need you to fuck me. Please.”
“Beg for it,” he orders.
I turn my head at a precarious angle to look up into his face from my bent-over spot. “Please, Jace. Spank me hard. And after that, be my first, but don’t be gentle. Take me hard…so I can feel…everything. Please.”
With an almost indiscernible smile, he drives his fingers deeper into my holes, and the other hand delivers one smack after the other on the same spot on my ass. Every hit vibrates in both my core and deep in my asshole, somehow sending a spark of wicked heat through my entire body, and concentrating the pleasure at my swollen clit.
“That’s it. Come for me, my sweet, tight, virgin slut,” he grinds out between his teeth.
My eyes roll back into my head, my limbs go weak, and Jace sends me right to my first climax. The tremors take me so strongly that he has to hold on to my back to anchor me in place and stop me from collapsing to the floor.
At this point, Jace can do anything he wants to do to me. Any. Fucking. Thing. I’m putty in his hands, pliable, willing, eager, and desperate for more, even as all this built up pleasure washes over me and takes away all coherent thought. But he sits patiently, running a soothing hand over my head smoothing out my hair with each pass.
Slowly, the pleasure subsides, he lifts my chin up with his index finger.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Really good.”
“Good and tight,” he adds.
With hardly any effort at all, he slides out his fingers and flips me around to sit on his lap, my bare legs straddling his, with my knees bent. The contrast of my nudity against his almost fully clothed body is even more pronounced as I look down between our bodies. But I don’t have to look to know his glorious manhood is achingly close to my pussy. I hold on to his shoulders for balance and support, but I’m not nearly close enough. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let my hands drop behind him, and I lower into his lap, angling my body to line up my aching core with his thick erection. His lips part. I’m completely mistaken, thinking he’s about to belt out another order. That doesn’t happen. With a firm hand on my back, he smashes his lips to mine.
His kiss is hard, urgent, and fierce, taking my mind far from this world and into another. It’s a place where there’s only Jace, me and this wicked kiss. His tongue parts my mouth, and he tastes me with the same passionate roughness. Every swipe of his tongue takes a small piece of me. He doesn’t have to tell me a word, because his kiss speaks volumes. I may be reading more into it than what’s there, but I doubt it. Or maybe he’s letting on more than he intends to.
One thing’s for certain.
It’s our first real kiss.
But this is not just a kiss.
It’s a hostile takeover.
A complete and utter possession.
Jace is just as vested in me as I am in him. He owns me, and now he knows it.
He has a hand buried in my hair, and the other rests against my hip. What I need now are some inches in one particularly needy spot.
“Please,” I beg against his lips in pleading whispers. “Please Jace. I need to feel you inside me now. All the way. I’ve waited a long time for this…for you. And now I’m ready. Even if it hu
rts, I’ll love it.”
“That’s what you want? For me to bury every inch inside your sweet, wet, virgin cunt?”
“Yes. I’m begging you,” I say, not even caring about the desperation that oozes from every uttered word. “Please. Please fuck me, Jace.”
In this position on his lap, it won’t take much to have him inside me. Just one slight shift of my hips will do it, then gravity can do the rest to have him inside me. I’m wet and ready for him, aching to know what my first fuck will feel like, hungry to have my curiosity and need satiated.
I want him inside me now.
Except he has other plans.
7
Jace
Cherry wants this so bad.
Too bad I’ll make her wait for it.
I know what I’m doing. A two-minute sexual experience is not in my wheelhouse. Thank fuck for that, because a quickie like that would be a fucking waste on this sexy, needy kitten sitting in my lap. She may not see it that way, but I have no doubt in my mind that she’ll thank me in the morning.
Or next week.
Or ten fucking years from now when she looks back on tonight. She’ll have more than a story of being so drunk she can’t remember losing her virginity. Her recollection won’t be one where the moment is just that—a fleeting, boring, unsexy split second in time. It won’t happen so fucking fast that it’s loaded with remorse, resentment, regret and straight up feeling irate that a man could take away something so rare and precious in the blink of an eye.
Because that’s not me.
So when she purrs and begs in my ear for me to end it, I run my hands down her back and trace my hand past her hips to her dripping wet pussy.
“I’ll take what I want when I’m good and ready, Cherry,” I tell her, boring two fingers past her folds. “Just trust me.”
The moan that she lets out does things to me as she grinds her pussy on my fingertips, but I’m still in control. She’s writhing on me, desperate for me to sink my cock inside her, and I have to admit, I’m loving every fucking second and every fucking thing about Cherry.
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