by Melinda Minx
“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me!” she says.
“I said you wouldn’t embarrass me. That’s different.”
“I figure that the fancier the restaurant, the better their spaghetti and meatballs.”
“That’s a fair point,” I say. “I’ll have to try yours.”
“I guess I owe you,” she says. “For making you drink my sangria.”
“I’ll drink anything,” I say. “As long as I get to look at you while I drink.”
I smile at her. She looks so fucking good in the candlelight. The vibrant red of her dress and the white of her skin tempts me. I’d planned to take her to Mount Washington to look at over the skyline after dinner, but I don’t know if I can wait that long before getting her into my bed.
Our food arrives. As good as my seafood tastes, when I see Rose dipping garlic bread into her pasta, I feel some serious food envy.
“How is it?” I ask.
“Insanely good,” she says, “I was right. Fancy place, fancy pasta. The basil in the sauce tastes incredibly fresh.”
“Can I try?” I ask.
She grins and slides the plate over to me. I cut off half of a meatball, tear off a piece of her garlic bread, and dip it into the sauce. I bite into the bread. The sauce is amazing. I swallow it down, then wrap a bunch of pasta onto my fork. I stab the meatball with the fork, and eat it all in one bite.
I swallow it down, then reluctantly slide the plate back over to her. My seafood dish looks blandly back up at me, asking me to finish it.
“We can keep sharing,” she says. “I kind of want to try your clam thing.”
I can tell she’s lying, but we go ahead and ask the waiter for extra plates, and we split the food equally.
“Hmm,” she says, eating the seafood broth. “I’ve actually never had any shellfish before, but this tastes a lot better than I’d expected it would.”
“It’s very fresh,” I say. “If it’s frozen it will usually taste rubbery and flat.”
She eats a mussel. “Yeah, I think I can even taste the saltwater in this.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I say. “Now I don’t have to feel guilty about eating half of your spaghetti and meatballs.”
Even though seeing Rose in that dress has my dick perpetually hard, I decide to stick to my plan and take her to the famous lookout spot on Mount Washington. My place is only a few minutes from there, and it’s got a similar view, but going to Mount Washington on a first date is too much of a tradition to pass up.
“We’re going to Mount Washington, aren’t we?” she asks.
“I live there,” I say.
“Oh, fancy.”
We get up to the lookout point, and I stop the car.
She laughs. “I knew it! Now it’s really a date, huh?”
“Exactly,” I say, leaning in and kissing her.
Her lips feel so good against mine, and my hands probe up her body as we kiss. I tell myself I won’t touch her breasts yet—that I’ll save them for later—but my hand immediately goes for them, and I feel myself squeezing her thick breasts as I drink her in.
She moans into me as we kiss, and my cock begs me for release. I squeeze her breasts through her dress, until I can feel her nipple pointing out against my hand.
I break the kiss and let go of her. I lock eyes with her, and it feels like my whole head is ringing. She’s a drug, and I need more of her, but I shouldn't take too much at once.
“We can…” I say, breathing heavy. “Just go out there for a few minutes, then—”
“Yeah,” she says. “Let’s go.”
She adjusts her dress, and we step outside.
We walk over to the observation deck, and the whole Pittsburgh skyline greets us.
“How many dates took you here?” I ask her.
“Just one,” she says.
“Really?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she says. “The first few guys I dated couldn’t drive.”
“I only take my real dates here,” I say, grabbing her around the waist with one hand and pulling her up against me.
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“I don’t bring hook-ups here, only women I’m serious about.”
She looks up at me, her brows furrowed. “How many hookups, Kaden?”
“I’ve only brought three other women here,” he says.
“That’s not what I asked,” she says.
“There were a lot of hook-ups,” I say. Truthfully, I couldn’t tell her how many there have been. I lost count.
“Has it been a few minutes yet?” she asks me, resting her head on my shoulder.
“It has,” I say.
“Let’s go then,” she says.
14
Rose
We reach Kaden’s place in just a few minutes. It’s huge, and it’s right on Mount Washington.
“You actually live here?” she asks. “Jesus.”
“I’m a billionaire,” he says. “This is actually modest for a billionaire.”
“This is like…” she says, “…this is like when Ryan and I were at Mount Washington, we’d drive past these houses and imagine who must live here. I never thought I’d actually get to go inside one of these.”
He smiles and opens the door for me.
I step into the living room, and the far wall is glass from floor to ceiling, providing a perfect view of the scenic skyline. It’s almost better than the one from the famous observation point.
“Why did we have to go to the overlook if your living room has this view?” I ask, laughing.
“I told you,” he says, “I have to take all the women I’m serious about there first. So that it’s a real date and not just a hook-up.”
“I see,” I say, smiling. “We can still hook up on a real date, though, right?”
“I couldn’t wait another hour, Rose,” he says, his voice husky and deep.
“I’m so glad…” I say, my voice trailing off.
“Glad about what?” he asks, “That I won’t make you wait any longer?”
“That you’ll be my first,” I whisper, my face burning red.
He grins. “So it was worth waiting then, huh?”
I laugh. “It’s not like that…it’s just, I feel like I know you so well after such a short time.”
“It wasn’t a short time for me,” he says.
“Deep down,” he says, “You heard me. You’ve known me for a long time Rose, and that’s why you’re glad it’s me. And it’s time now.”
And then he’s on me. He grabs hold of me and plunders me with a kiss comprised of passion fiercer than anything I’ve ever felt. I lean back, submitting to him, and he holds me against his hard body as he ravages me.
I start to bite at his lips, and he grabs my ass and squeezes tightly. Through the thin cloth of my tight-fitting dress, I can feel everything. I moan even as I nibble at his lower lip.
Kaden lifts me up in his arms effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us out of the living room with me straddling him. He continues kissing me as he walks, breaking away every few moments to look past me to make sure he’s not going to crash us both into a wall. Finally, he kicks open a door, and we enter a large, spacious bedroom with another spectacular view similar to the one in the living room.
Before I can even get my bearings and take in the view, he throws me down back-first onto the bed. I smile up at him, the taste of his lips still on my tongue.
“You look almost too good to take,” he says. “I could just leave you here on my bed, with your dress still on—”
“No,” I say, pulling the dress down and off of my shoulders until my large breasts spill out. “Or do you want me to put it back on?”
He lets out a laugh, but it’s full of lust and desire. He sidles in toward me, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he goes. He’s already thrown his jacket off.
He falls onto the bed with me, and I grab at the buttons by his waist and start to undo them as he works his way down from the to
p. His shirt is soon off, and I see him bare-chested for the first time. It’s not just his forearms that are tattooed—he has more ink all along his chest and torso, but he’s not so covered that his tanned skin is choked out.
His delicious abs are completely uninked, and they are cut and muscular, forming a perfectly defined six-pack. His chest is wide, just like his shoulders, and his muscular arms bulge as he reaches for my breasts, squeezing them and running his fingers toward my nipples.
I fall back down onto the pillow, and my eyes roll back into my head, as I feel Kaden attack my breasts with his tongue. He sucks my whole nipple into his mouth, and I feel his tongue swirling warm and wet across it. I start to moan, and he sucks even more forcefully, and I notice a sizzle-like feeling running down to my center. My back arches up in response, bringing my stomach up and off the bed. I notice suddenly that I’m wet, and that it’s soaking through my panties.
Jesus, I’d always expected my first time to be with some guy who was eighteen, inexperienced, and more interested in getting himself off than making me feel anything. I never expected my first time would be with a real man like Dr. Kaden Prince. One who knows his way around a woman’s body—a man who knows exactly where and how to touch me to send me over the edge.
“Mmm, Rose,” he says. “You taste too damn good.”
“Eat me up then,” I say. “There’s plenty more of me to try.”
He laughs and reaches down my body, his hands moving smoothly across the fabric of the dress, until he reaches down between my legs.
I’ve never had a guy go down on me—along with all the other things I’ve never had a guy do to me—and I have to admit I’m incredibly impatient for it to happen. If Kaden’s tongue feels this good on my nipples, how mind-blowing will it feel on my clit?
I tug the dress up so he can reach me, but my panties are still in the way. I start to pull at them, but I don’t have any real leverage, and—
“Relax,” he says. “I’ll gladly get them off you.”
He moves away from my breasts, kissing down my body in a warm, tantalizing trail as he goes.
He reaches my waist and hooks his fingers beneath the hem of my panties, and then he peels them slowly away.
“I see why you’re impatient, Rose,” he says. “You’re soaking wet. We’ll have to do something about that.”
“Please, doctor,” I say. “Please make me feel better.”
He kisses his way back up my legs, starting at my ankles, moving to my calves, and finally approaching my thighs. He’s trying to build up my anticipation, but it’s already peaked. I couldn’t want it any more than I already do, and each moment he makes me wait is pure torture. And yet, each inch he kisses up—from my calves to my knees to my thighs—makes me feel more and more relief. I start to run a mental countdown in my head—how many more seconds until he’s where I want him to be? Six seconds? Five?
My countdown hits zero when he’s reached the thick flesh of my inner thigh, and I grab hold of his hair, and with all of my strength—the kind of strength that lets a woman lift a car to save her baby—I pull him right where I want him.
I feel his tongue press immediately against my outer lips, and I nearly cum on the spot.
I dig my nails into the flesh of my breasts, hoping the pain can stop me from coming before he’s really even touched me. I’ve waited too long for this moment to ruin it like that.
As I focus on controlling my breathing, I notice that Kaden has slowed down his motions, and he’s applying even more gentle pressure. He can read my body, and he knows I need some time to adjust. He knew all along what I needed, but I rushed him. I should have trusted him all along.
“It’s okay, Rose,” he says. “Just relax, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to give you everything you need, nothing less than all the pleasure you deserve.”
“Just stay there,” I whisper. “Just like that.”
His lips are pressed against my wetness, so gently that I can barely feel them, but it’s enough. I need to adjust to such an intimate touch before he goes further.
“You smell so good,” he whispers.
I buck my hips slightly, until I can feel greater pressure, and his tongue slips out to lick my skin. I shudder, but I realize I’m not going to come quite yet. I can just enjoy this moment for what it is.
He licks up and down my outer lips, steering clear of my clit, which I can already feel is completely swollen. I have no idea what is going to happen when he touches it, but I trust him to wait until he thinks my body is ready for it.
He slowly licks and kisses and slurps up my wetness, occasionally dipping his tongue a few inches into my channel, which feels incredible. I remember how his fingers felt inside me, and I start to dream of what his cock might look like. I hope it’s big, but not too big.
He gently grabs hold of my legs and pulls them up, and I instinctively wrap them around his head and neck, and then he digs his hands into my thighs.
I feel his tongue edging closer toward my clit, and I grab hold of the sheets in anticipation. His tongue grazes my clit, and I scream out.
“God!” I cry. “How…”
I trail off. But how is he going to touch me any more than that. It’s too intense.
“Shh,” he says. “Just relax.”
He runs his tongue back against me, and this time it doesn’t hit me as hard. Instead of an intense shock, I feel a warmth surging through my body, relaxing me rather than jolting me up.
“That’s good,” I say. “Just like that.”
He obeys, tonguing me just enough to feel it, just enough to not overwhelm me. I realize after several minutes that he’s slowly increasing the pressure, and that his tongue is moving more and more as he circles my clit.
The pressure starts to increase, as do all the warm and fuzzy feelings surging within me. My eyes have been closed the whole time, the feelings are too overwhelming to take in. If I open my eyes, I’ll be completely overwhelmed. I can only take feeling how he’s touching me right now—and listening to our labored breathing—I can’t take anything in with my eyes.
Without warning, his tongue presses directly against my clit, and I feel my hips buck up against him. It’s not too sensitive—it’s just right. He runs his tongue up and down, and then he starts to apply gentle suction.
I gasp and moan, in utter disbelief at how good it feels. I squeeze my breasts, and I pinch my nipples between the edges of my fingers. I start to buck my hips back and forth against him, increasing the wet friction.
I feel a gushing wetness building up somewhere deep inside me, but rather than releasing, it just builds and builds. Each time he licks me, it builds up more, and I notice it is starting to feel like an unbearable pressure. If Kaden stopped right now, I might just die from the lack of release.
But he doesn’t stop—just like he promised—he knows my body, and he’s giving it what it wants, what it needs.
His tongue runs against me harder and harder, and when I grip his head and press him against me, his pace intensifies.
The pressure building within me reaches a critical intensity, and I find myself unable to breathe.
I feel my face turning red as I hold it all in, and—finally—I don’t exhale so much as I just scream.
The pressure erupts in the form of an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It explodes out of me, and I feel myself gushing and soaking wet against Kaden’s tongue. My hips gyrate wildly and without abandon, and I scream and moan so loud I worry that people on the bottom of Mount Washington can hear me.
I buck up and down, and Kaden struggles to keep his lips and tongue pressed against me. Each movement he makes against my oversensitive clit rocks through my entire body. Nothing can stop me from coming now, but so long as his tongue stays against my clit, I’ll keep coming, harder and harder.
“Kaden! God!” I shout. I’m so glad I’m in his house rather than in some 18-year-old’s bedroom with his parents downstairs. Then again, if I was with some tee
nager, I doubt I’d be coming this hard, either.
The pressure is mostly gone now, and I swear I’ve been coming for nearly a minute straight. My body is tired, and there’s almost nothing left within me. I shudder and shake, but I fall limply to the bed, gasping for air.
Kaden moves away from me and drops down beside me. He’s shirtless, but his pants are still on.
I’m too exhausted to think about getting his pants off. I’m too drained to think of anything. I just feel this warm glow rising up inside me and filling me, and when Kaden wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, it feels that much better—that much warmer and safer.
“Rose,” he says. “You were amazing.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t anything; that was all you.”
I can’t see him, because he’s spooned up against my back, but I know without looking that he’s grinning at me.
“Does the violin do nothing when the violinist plays it?” he asks.
“Don’t be so cheesy,” I say, snickering, but I’m mostly just too embarrassed to accept the compliment.
“I never thought it would feel that good,” I say. “When I got myself off, it was always so...mechanical?”
“I was never much for doing it myself,” he says. “It takes two to come.”
“I think it’s ‘it takes two to tango,’ Kaden,” I say.
“I’ve modified the expression,” he says. “That’s what ‘tango’ was always referring to anyway. Now that you’re not a virgin, you can be let in on the secret.”
I turn around and shove him. “Don’t make fun of me, and I’m still a virgin. You haven’t…”
I look down at his pants, and it’s impossible to miss the massive bulge.
“I should take these off,” he says.
I nod, not speaking.
He gets up off the bed and undoes his belt. He lets it drop to the ground, and then he turns to face me.
“This might scare you a little,” he says, “but I promise you, you are wet enough to take all of it.”
My eyes widen as he drops his pants. A huge cock springs up and slaps against his hard, firm abs. It’s long and thick as hell, and I don’t care how wet I am, there’s no way that thing will fit inside me.
