Cherry Popper

by River Laurent

  She wanted me to fuck her.

  I reached into the gap between the seats and pulled out a condom.

  “Always prepared, huh?” she teased.

  “Nah, this one was carrying your name since the moment you walked into my garage, Princess.”

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.

  I was surprised at how hot her touch got me, even when it was as mild as that; her fingertips left trails of sparks running across my scalp and down my back, my body responsive to hers. I hadn’t felt this way from a woman’s touch in a long time, if ever.

  I quickly sheathed myself, as she pulled her dress all the way up to her waist and glanced around. I knew what she was thinking. Someone could swing by and catch us in the act when we were least expecting it. I could have taken her into the house. It was only a short walk from the car to my bedroom, but I needed her now, and I wasn’t going to wait one second longer.

  “Fuck me, Jesse,” she breathed in my ear.

  The fulfilment of a hundred different adolescent fantasies washed through me in that wild moment. I took my cock in my hand and pulled her on top of me.

  She shifted slightly so she could lower herself down onto my dick. She planted her hands against my chest for leverage, sliding one beneath my shirt and letting her nails drag briefly across my bare skin.

  Then, I thrust into her for the first time.

  We both groaned as soon as I was inside her, finally getting what we wanted. I pushed her down until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

  “God, you’re so huge,” she whispered, her eyes showing a hint of pain.

  For a few seconds, I held her down so she wouldn’t move and her body could adjust to my girth and length. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she got used to the feeling of me inside of her. Why had we waited so long for this, again? Honestly, I was struggling to remember. But now, she was here, on top of me as her face contorted with pure pleasure, and it just all made so much sense.

  Then I let her go and she began to move on top of me, riding me slowly at first. In the dim light, I could see the cream from her pussy all along my cock. Every time she slid up, it was like a new experience because of how tight and hot she felt. I remembered the missing ring, and wondered when the last time her ex- fiancé had fucked her like this. Well, his loss was my gain. I couldn’t help but grin to myself, possessive all of a sudden, as I leaned back and watched Mia ride me like a goddamn show pony.

  Hell, she was more beautiful than my wildest dreams.

  After a minute or two of just watching her in awe, I figured I’d better do my part too. I leaned forward, tugged down the front of her dress, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my head again, rocking her hips back and forth with a little more urgency.

  I let my teeth drag across her sensitive skin, drawing a moan from her for my troubles.

  Every inch of her tasted so good, so sweet, so addictive, and I began to thrust back up to meet her, burying myself deep in her pussy with every movement. We soon began to build up pace together, and the only sounds were our fevered breaths as we both got closer. I had been craving this since that first time outside the bar, and I was ready to find my release, but I sure as fuck wasn’t doing that until I’d felt her come too.

  I slipped one arm around her waist, and then dipped the fingers of my other into her mouth. She sucked obediently and I couldn’t help my mind from straying to what else she might suck on later that night.

  Later Jesse. Later.

  I pulled my hand from her mouth, reached around, and pressed my fingers against her asshole. She groaned loudly and began to ride me harder as I slipped the tip of one finger inside of her, teasing her. I tilted my head up to watch her jaw tense and her eyes roll back as her body began to tremble against mine.

  “Oh, my God, Jesse…” she gasped as she collapsed forward against me. Her breath came in desperate, ragged gasps as her orgasm hit her.

  The sound of my name on her lips as she was climaxing was all I needed to push myself over the edge. I explode inside her clenching pussy. But for the first time in my life—there was no satisfaction.

  My body was still needy, still desperate for her as if I hadn’t just climaxed at all.

  She slowly slipped off of me. As I disposed of the condom, she shot a look in my direction, biting her lip. Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes were bright, like she hoped that wasn’t all for the evening. “What now?” she asked.

  I leaned over and catching her face in one hand, I pulled it toward me, capturing her sweet mouth in a fiery kiss. After that orgasm, the kiss should have been sweet, but I didn’t feel sweet. I felt like I wanted to open her legs and fuck her all over again. My cock hardened instantly as I moved away and zipped up my pants. I climbed out of the car and went around to her side of the car. I yanked open her door, lifted her out, and then threw her body ‒ while she kept giggling and protesting ‒ over my shoulder.

  “If you think I’m done with you, you’ve got another thing coming,” I told her, as I started toward my house. “I’m giving you what you need and you’re not leaving here until you’re good and sore.”

  Chapter 18

  Mia

  When I woke up the next morning, it was to the soft, shimmery beams of morning light spilling in through partially closed dark brown curtains.

  Dark brown?

  I was in Jesse’s bed.

  It took me a moment to remember this, given that most of my memories of the night before felt like a fantasy. Him, going down on me while I lay back on these very sheets, teeth clenched and cresting toward another orgasm. Him, kissing me tenderly as he pushed into me with long, slow, delicious strokes. Me going down on him, teasing that big dick nearly purple with need, until he grabbed me and…

  It had been the most amazing night of my life.

  What Kayla had heard was no exaggeration. There was not one part of last night that hadn’t been mind-blowingly-incredible. Consequently, I had come more times than I could count. In fact, I might even have climaxed more last night than I had in my entire relationship with Mark, and I was more than all right with that. Mark truly seemed like an embarrassing past mistake. A time when I had been so afraid of missing out, that I had been ready to settle for a man who was completely wrong for me.

  I turned to see Jesse sleeping next to me. My heart clenched. There was something soft and angelic about a sleeping Jesse. He looked younger and somehow vulnerable as if he’d been abused and taken advantage of or suffered greatly, which of course, was just a trick of the light. Jesse was the least vulnerable person I knew. He was an Alpha, through and through. Nobody abused him!

  I reached out to lightly trace my fingers over the curve of his sensuous mouth. Such a hot, insatiable mouth. A smile slipped onto my face as I remembered how much he loved eating my pussy.

  Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled as he met my gaze.

  The smile was real and sweet, and it tugged at my emotions in a way Mark had never done.

  He rubbed his hand over his face. “Morning, Princess. Sleep well?”

  “Yes,” I assured him, snuggling against him happily. “You?”

  “Once you let me get some sleep,” he mocked, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Excuse me, who was the greedy one? You were the one who kept me up all night,” I protested with an indignant laugh.

  He pressed his face into my hair, inhaling briefly. “You can’t blame a hungry man for eating after you put a very, very juicy steak in front of him.”

  I wriggled against him. “Are you comparing me to steak?”

  “The pinkest, juiciest, most insanely delicious pussy-steak in the world,” he murmured, as he slid beneath the covers and swiftly parted my legs.

  I went to protest, my pussy was still swollen and a bit sore, but I remembered what he could do with his mouth and tongue so I closed my eyes and groaned as he began to work his way up the inside of my thigh, and to
ward my pussy.

  Okay, I suppose I could live with one more time…

  He slid his tongue in and out of my hole, mimicking what his cock did all night long. My hips started to move, begging for more. I wanted to be stretched again. To feel so full and tight. Then he started to eat my pussy, but in such a way, I couldn’t come. Until my voice became hoarse with groaning, calling his name and begging him to let me come. The heat inside me mounted and mounted. My hips ground against his mouth.

  Then just as I was on the very edge, he pulled back and sat up on his haunches. His cock was throbbing and leaking, but his face was smug.

  “What, why?” I asked almost incoherent with desire and confusion. I mewled at him as my body writhed and twisted. I was a panting, sweating, desperate mess. I needed to come.

  Staring at the throbbing wet flesh between my open legs, Jesse smirked. “I want to watch, Princess. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

  Instantly, my hand moved down to my opening, my fingers circling my clit. I didn’t even hesitate.

  “Goddamn it,” he grunted as he fisted his cock and began to masturbate. “Your cunt is dripping, Princess.”

  I felt a sensation of electrifying power run through me. Being watched by him gave me the confidence I’d never had. He didn’t find my thighs thick or my hips too round. He was undeniably sexually aroused by me. Last night he even called me beautiful. I rubbed faster as I watched him stare at my pussy.

  “Jesus, baby. Do you know your cunt is pulsing? You want to come real bad, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I cried. “Let me come.”

  “Not yet, Princess. I want to watch some more.”

  I tried to hold back, I really did because I wanted to please him, but I was so desperate to come my body arched off the bed, and I screamed, “I’m coming, Jesse. I’m coming”

  My orgasm was so powerful it was almost crippling. The next thing I felt was his cum shooting out and splashing, hard and hot, onto my stomach and thighs. I didn’t know why, but I had a certifiably crazy impulse then to smear his cum all over and into my pussy.

  I didn’t close my legs and he fell between them and began to gently lap at my juices. He lifted his hands and pinched my nipples.

  They were already hard and swollen as I groaned. “Please, Jesse. Stop. I won’t be able to walk if you carry on.”

  “Tough.”

  “My parents will be waiting for me.”

  He lifted his head. “Shit. Okay. Do you need to call them?”

  “Nah, I called my mom’s cellphone last night while you went down to the kitchen to warm up our steaks. I left a message that I’d be back sometime this morning.”

  “Will she be okay with it?”

  “I think so.”

  “I’m pretty sure that I’m not the kind of guy your parents want you hanging out with.”

  “Honestly, they’ll love you if they got a chance to meet you.”

  Chapter 19

  Mia

  “Oh, so now I’m meeting the parents, huh?” he remarked, sitting up and stretching. He climbed out of bed, still naked.

  I found myself chewing my lip as I watched him move around the room. He was so…tasty. That was the only way to describe it. I wanted to take a bite out of him. Then I realized what he’d said, and something clicked into place in my mind. “Actually, they’re having a thing tonight,” I remarked, pulling the covers up to my face and letting my gaze linger on him as he gathered his clothes. “At the country club.”

  “Oh yeah?” He turned to me, a slightly incredulous look on his face.

  “It’s a party for Julie’s wedding,” I explained. “I was meant to be going with my ex, but now that I’m single I have a spare plus-one…”

  He paused for a moment, staring at me, and then cocked an eyebrow. “And you want me to be that plus-one?”

  “If you’ll have me,” I replied playfully, but inside my heart was racing and I was wondering if I’d just overstepped the mark. Perhaps this had been nothing but sex to him. But could you share everything we had the night before and have it mean nothing at all?

  “Yeah, sure.” He shrugged. “Don’t see why not. It’s really not my scene, but I guess I can help a lady out.”

  I smiled with relief. “Oh, don’t go playing at be a gentleman now after everything you did to me last night,” I teased.

  He turned to me and walked back toward the bed. In nothing but a pair of jeans, he looked even hotter than before. “Don’t want me to play the gentleman?” he growled, as he lifted me clean out of the bed. Before I could protest, over his shoulder I went.

  He slapped me hard on my bare rump and I screamed. Upside down, naked, half-laughing and half-protesting I tried kicking my legs, but arms of steel went around my thighs. When we arrived at the bathroom, he ran the shower with one hand. “You’re going to crack my skull,” I warned as steam quickly filled the small space.

  “Not on my watch you won’t,” he said, setting me down in the waterfall of warm water.

  “Oh,” I exclaimed as he discarded his jeans and stepped into the large cubicle with me.

  He chuckled, and turned me around so that my back was to him. Gently, he proceeded to wash my hair and massage my scalp. It felt so heavenly I moaned. Then he started on my body. He was thorough, very thorough, lingering for a long time on my breasts. Even stopping to suck my nipples. He was even more meticulous about the area between my legs. Not content with using his fingers, he used his tongue. His tongue was warm and velvety.

  I closed my eyes and spread my legs further.

  “Turn around,” he ordered harshly.

  I turned around and I could see his cock, long, thick and rock hard. I curled my arms around his neck, pressed my body into that throbbing shaft, and looked up into his beautiful eyes. God, he was so aroused, his eyes were almost all pupil.

  “Damn you, Princess,” he cursed huskily. His eyelashes were full of water.

  I smirked. “Fuck you too, Mr. Mechanic.”

  He buried his face in the hollow of my neck, then sucked on the skin there. I knew he was leaving a mark, but I didn’t care. I let him suck away. With the water flowing down my body, it felt wonderful.

  My hand snaked down between us and closed around his hard cock. Easily, I slipped out of his wet embrace and got down on my knees. I took him into my mouth slowly, the whole time watching his eyes roll back in his head. I let my tongue caress the satin-soft skin lightly, before sucking the whole shebang into my mouth and throat. All nine inches.

  He let out a fierce growl. Then holding my head, he began to fuck my mouth urgently.

  Water splashed on my nose making it impossible for me to breathe, but it never even crossed my mind to pull away. I had wanted to see him lose control all night, and he had just done that! Desire for him unfurled deep in my chest.

  From nowhere came the thought…This is my man.

  My name tore from his lips as he shot warm spurts of cum into my throat, his body jerking and twitching throughout his climax. He pulled out of me.

  I took great gulps of air.

  “Princess…Oh, Christ…” he choked out brokenly, as he squeezed his eyes closed, and leaned forward to rest his forehead on the tiles behind me. He curled his hand around my upper-arms and pulled me up.

  Our mouths found each other in steam and water. The kiss had a different quality to any we had shared before. This one was urgent, desperate, needy. It meant something. What, I did not know.

  Jesse moved his lips along my jaw, dropping tiny kisses. I thought we would get out then. I would get dressed and go home, but he had other ideas. He dropped to his knees and worked on me until I screamed his name.

  Chapter 20

  Mia

  I left not long after our shower together to get ready for the party that evening. To my great relief, my parents were both out when I got home, so I didn’t have to explain why I was sneaking in at that time of the morning. Last thing I needed was to have to put into words what had h
appened last night, when even I didn’t have the language to explain it.

  I had told Jesse when and where to meet me, and I was already looking forward to my entrance into the country club with the hottest guy in town on my arm. Sure, Julie was going to be a little pissed that I’d brought him along, but at least I could call her out if she tried to pull that shit about him coming on to her or his STDs again.

  I giggled, as I got ready for the night, thinking about Julie turning up at his doorstep in her leopard print panties, hoping to seduce him. It was probably too much frippery for Jesse. From everything I’d learned about him the last few days, he just wasn’t the kind of guy who would be taken in by the wrapping if the gift beneath wasn’t something that interested him.

  As I applied my mascara, I frowned at myself in the mirror. But what did I actually know about Jesse? Now that I thought about it, nothing I’d learned about him had really come from him directly. I knew he’d slept around a lot in this town. He ran the garage he’d purchased from old Bob, and he’d moved here when he was sixteen. But that was it.

  I didn’t know where he’d come from back in high school, why he’d moved, why he’d stayed, who his parents were, what had happened to his brother. None of it. Maybe tonight would be a chance for me to get to know him a little better.

  Then I caught myself in midstride. What the hell was I doing? This was just meant to be short fling. Nothing more than that. When I walked away from this place after Julie’s wedding, I walked away from Jesse, as well.