Go Long

by Joanna Blake

  Yeah, that was a great idea.

  Then she could just show those legs off for me. In private.

  In bed.

  I was pleasantly contemplating this when I saw a dude approaching her with three beers.

  Fucking Matt.

  I watched him hand her a beer and smile at her familiarly. Way too familiarly. He said something that made both girls laugh and my stomach clenched up.

  I took another swig from my bottle and handed it to Brett.

  Time to put a stop to this once and for fucking all.

  I hoped Matt had good insurance. Because he was going to need it.

  Nevada

  I sipped the beer that Matt had handed me. Frannie held hers, looking around apprehensively. We didn't usually go to this kind of thing.

  No. Never. We never went to this sort of thing.

  Of course, in college I'd been to parties. But in high school we hadn't been invited. Being an outsider is kind of a surreal experience in a rich town like this. And being poor, or lower-middle class, was being the ultimate outsider.

  But apparently growing boobs made up for that.

  I felt slightly disgusted by how easily I'd gained entree to their world. All I had to do was be pretty. It was kind of pathetic to be honest.

  I glanced at Matt who was smiling at me with a warm look in his eyes. There were perks though. But he wasn't one of them.

  Not really.

  I let him flirt with me, knowing it didn't mean anything. Not to me anyway. I was a lost cause. No matter what I did, I couldn't get Clay out of my mind.

  Clay was arrogant yes, but I'd also seen a really strange look in his eyes when I'd pulled away the other night. He looked... lost. Like he needed me.

  Yeah, right.

  "Nev."

  I turned and saw Clay standing there. Speak of the devil and he will appear. And he was a devil, that much was certain. So why did my heart start to pound and my skin break out in goosebumps at the sight of him?

  Matt chose this moment to slide his arm around my waist, pulling me against his side.

  "What's up bro'?"

  "I'm not your bro' man. Why don't you do yourself a favor and take your hands off of her?"

  "She's here with me dude."

  I rolled my eyes. I wasn't here with him really. Frannie had driven, despite multiple texts from Matt offering to escort us both. It kind of irked me to be honest, even though I knew he was just being nice.

  Clay didn't even look at him. He started at me, looking dangerously intoxicated. And jealous. I couldn't help it. It sent a thrill through me.

  "I want to talk to you Nevada. Alone."

  He reached for me, grabbing my arm. Matt pushed him backwards. I gasped and moved away. I didn't want them fighting over me.

  "You guys, stop! This is ridiculous!"

  But they were past hearing me. Clay grabbed Matts arm and twisted, pressing into his shoulder with the flat of his palm. I could barely hear what Clay whispered to Matt under his breath.

  "I could dislocate it right now. End your career. Is that what you want?"

  "Let go of me!"

  "I'll let go if you stay the fuck away from her."

  "If you fucking do it I'll sue your ass. Your daddy won't even have enough money to bail you out."

  Clay smiled and released him. Matt looked smug until he saw the fist coming for his face. I heard a crunch as Clay's fist hit Matt's face.

  Matt screamed and backed away, bent over. Blood was spurting from his nose.

  "Mother fucker! You broke my nose!"

  Clay stared at him.

  "You're lucky it wasn't your shoulder, you asshole."

  "I will sue you. I will press charges!"

  Everyone was quiet, watching us stand there. Matt sounded kind of whiney. Clay laughed and leaned down.

  "Go ahead. It was worth it. Good luck at the tournament you fucker."

  Then he grabbed me and pulled me through the crowd to the edge of the woods. In a second, we were alone in the trees, and he let go of me. He turned and faced me, breathing heavily.

  "Nevada..."

  I stared at him, shocked at the look on his face. He wanted me, yes. But it was more than that. Something in his expression tugged at my heart.

  He looked like he was drowning.

  And I was a life raft.

  He took two steps and pulled me into his arms. This time the kiss was raw but tender. Insistent. He held me as if I was something precious, his hands cupping my ass, my face, my chest and circling back.

  Almost like he couldn't get enough of me.

  I felt the same way about him.

  It was a while later when he lifted his head.

  "I could eat you alive Nevada. I swear I fucking could."

  I swallowed. I had no words for what I was feeling. The air felt like ice on my skin, I was so hot. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

  "Let's get out of here."

  I nodded silently. He pulled me back to the party and around the edge of the crowd to his car. Everyone was staring at us. Frannie. Brett. Danny. Even that Jen girl and her friends were there, watching silently.

  Not surprisingly, Matt was nowhere to be seen.

  Clay pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply in front of everybody. He was marking me as his. I felt it in my bones. And I didn't mind one bit.

  Finally, he let go of me and smirked, glancing at the crowd.

  "I think you better drive."

  I nodded and he threw me the keys. I looked around and saw Frannie watching with a shit eating grin on her face. She was more invested in our little romance than I was. Or she had been. Before I realized how much Clay actually cared about me.

  "Frannie, can you get home without me?"

  She nodded, her eyes wide.

  "I'm fine. Go."

  "Text me! And don't stay too long, okay?"

  "I won't."

  She grinned at me, wiggling her eyebrows.

  "Have fun Nevvie."

  Chapter Ten

  Clay

  I had her. I finally had her where I wanted her.

  Nevada Jones was in my bed.

  Well, on it. Later on she'd be in it. Naked with the sheets all tangled up from fucking our brains out all night.

  I could hardly fucking wait.

  I was kissing her and touching her at will. Unfortunately for me, she still had her clothes on. I circled my hips against her, grinding my hard on into her little jean shorts. Never before had dry humping been so thrilling.

  Or so fucking frustrating.

  I lifted my head. It was time to get down to business.

  It was time to get naked.

  "The things I'm going to do to you little girl..."

  I started unbuttoning her top. I could not believe how many fucking buttons her cute little blouse had on it. I almost laughed in frustration.

  "I hate this top. Too many buttons."

  Her eyes were wide as she watched me. I wondered if anyone had ever touched her the way I was. I doubted it very fucking much.

  And she was loving every minute of it. I was too, other than the uncontrollable urge I had to plunge my cock into her right freaking now.

  Unf. This girl was going to drive me out of my mind.

  Finally, I got her top open and stared down at her. Nevada was wearing a plain white bra. There was a tiny bit of lace at the edge of the cups and a rosebud right in the middle. Her honey colored skin was flawless as her breasts practically spilled over the top of the bra.

  Something inside me snapped.

  Basically, I lost my mind.

  I was all over her, out of control. I didn't have a game plan. I didn't have a thought in my head.

  "Nev... I want you. I want to..."

  She nodded, giving me permission to proceed. I pulled her bra cups down and moaned at the sight of her perfect, perky, hand filling tits. She was blessed with the most devastating set of breasts I had ever seen in my life.

  Including all the men's
magazines and movie star boobs.

  I tasted them, licking and sucking her nipples while she whimpered beneath me. My cock felt like it was going to explode in my pants, just from rubbing up on her. That would be a fucking first.

  I didn't care though.

  I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Getting her out of the rest of her clothes. I unbuttoned her jean shorts and unzipped them. Then I started tugging them off her gorgeous fucking hips.

  I needed to see that pussy. Touch it, Taste it.

  Pound it.

  Right fucking now.

  I slid her shorts down her hips, my eyes on her white cotton panties. I could see the shape of her lips through it. My dick jumped in my jeans.

  Fuck, I hadn't been this excited since I discovered whacking off.

  Maybe not even then.

  She wiggled a little bit on the bed, showing me how turned on she was.

  Definitely not even then.

  I slid up her body and started stroking her through her panties while I kissed her. I could not bring myself to rush this, no matter how frantically I wanted to be inside her. The thought that she was a virgin kept circling in my head, telling me to go slow.

  My 'other head' was arguing vociferously.

  I felt how damp her panties were getting and grinned. At least I knew what I was doing here. I slid my hand over her flat tummy and into her panties.

  I groaned as my finger skimmed the edges of her sugar lips. Oh man, they felt so soft... I slipped a finger inside and grunted at the feeling of her tightness.

  No man had ever done what I was doing.

  Knowing that sent me over the edge. I sat up and tore her panties off her. Then I dove down, face first into her lap. An actual, literal fucking muff dive.

  Her little pussy was so pretty. I kissed it like it was her mouth, alternating soft and hard strokes with my tongue. I pushed the tip of my tongue inside her and felt her clamp down on me.

  Good. Fucking good.

  I realized I was going to make her cum and I stopped, wanting to keep her on the edge as long as possible. I leaned back and grabbed my junk through my jeans, staring down at the beautiful girl on my bed. Her eyes were soft and unfocused. Her breathing, rapid.

  Her perky ass tits were heaving with each breath.

  God damn, the girl was sex on wheels.

  She just didn't know it.

  Nevada licked her lips, eyeing me nervously. She was turned on as fuck but afraid. I felt something inside me twist.

  I groaned, pressing down on my dick.

  Fuck man. I couldn't just do this. She wasn't sure. I could tell.

  "Are you going to fuck me now? Will it hurt?"

  "Don't you get it Nevada? I can't hurt you."

  I reached for her again.

  Nevada

  His fingers curled and twisted, exploring every inch of my pussy. But lightly. Barely touching me. I whimpered a bit, straining for his touch.

  He'd been toying with me for an hour now. I thought he was going to try and fuck me but he hadn't. He hadn't even taken his pants off.

  "Clay... please..."

  "You want me Nev? You want me for real?"

  I nodded. I was scared but I trusted him not to hurt me too bad the first time. After that though, I knew all bets were off.

  I didn't have high expectations for a legitimate romance with Clayton Westfield. A fling maybe. But a relationship? It wasn't going to happen.

  At the moment however, I couldn't bring myself to care.

  He looked serious as he stared down at me. Very slowly he lowered his mouth to my chest and started working my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard and flicking the hard point of his tongue against them. Back and forth he went, driving me absolutely crazy with desire.

  I groaned, trying to rock my pussy against his hand. But he didn't increase the pressure or even grind into me like he had before. Finally he lifted his head and stared down at me.

  "I'm going to stop touching you now. So you know how I feel. So you can lie awake tonight and feel like your bed is on fire from wanting me. And the next time I touch you, you're going to beg me."

  He leaned in, his breath fanning my neck.

  "You're going to beg me not to stop."

  "Please Clay... don't..."

  He smiled at me then.

  "I want you to be sure Nev. I want you to want me as bad as I want you."

  He lifted his hand away and stared down at me.

  "I know exactly how this feels Nev. It's how I feel all the time. Fucking empty."

  He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

  "You can sleep here if you want. I'm going to the pool house."

  I inhaled sharply as he pulled his shirt on. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of bourbon. He must have sobered up by now.

  For a moment, I wondered what made him so tortured that he drank like that all the time. And then I felt my body crying out for his touch. I curled into a ball, shivers tearing through me.

  He'd left me.

  He'd aroused me beyond belief and then he'd left me.

  Now I was in his bed, naked.

  OH MY GOD.

  I sat up and looked around for my clothes. I found my shorts and my top and bra. I slipped them on, tearing the bed apart but finding nothing. Frantically making sure I hadn't left behind proof for the maids to find.

  After all, I knew every fucking one of them. They all reported to my mother. That would be perfect.

  'Miss Jones, we found your daughters panties in Clay Westfield's bed.'

  Not that they'd know they were mine. But still, there would be gossip about Clay banging girls in the house. And if my mother saw the undies, she would know instantly they were mine. The thought was horrifying enough to send me into a state of utter fucking panic.

  I crept down the hallway and down the stairs, terrified that someone would see me. But it was late enough and luck was on my side. I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door. Then I ran along the manicured pathways to the other side of the estate.

  It was only later, after I'd showered and crawled into bed, still craving his touch that I realized what had happened.

  While Clay was toying with me, bringing me to the edge over and over again he'd done something so sneaky that it blew my mind.

  He'd stolen my panties.

  Chapter Eleven

  Clay

  I woke up in the pool house, momentarily confused about where I was. My mind was blank for a minute. And then I remembered.

  Nevada.

  In my bed.

  Naked and turned on and what- I'd had a crisis of conscience?

  My throbbing balls told me all I needed to know about how that had ended.

  Moron.

  Idiot.

  Traitor.

  If the guys could see me now... they would laugh their asses off.

  I rolled over and stared out the window. No one was at the pool. Good. I needed a cold splash of water to refresh me. And to take down my dick, which had roused immediately on waking.

  Just remembering the look and feel and taste of her was enough.

  Fuck.

  I hadn't fucked her.

  I knew why. It's because I cared. I had never not fucked a willing, hot and sexy girl in my life. Not as sexy as Nev. Not that I'd really ever encountered anyone like her before.

  There wasn't anyone like her in the whole world.

  Now I had to make sure I had her or I'd never get her out of my mind. I'd left her in a state of frustration so she should be as messed up as me today. Or not. Maybe girls could control that. Maybe she had a vibrator. Who the fuck knew.

  All I knew was that nothing was going to put out the fire in my gut except fucking her. For like, a month. Straight.

  No. A year.

  I reached for the half empty bottle of bourbon and took a sip. Hair of the dog would fix me up right. A cup of coffee would be good. A cup of coffee with a splash of bourbon would be even better.
/>   Slowly I stood and stripped off my clothes. I was pretty sure I had a swimsuit in here. If not I could call up to the house for it. When I asked for coffee.

  I found a pair of trunks that looked like mine and pulled them on. The fabric skimmed my boner uncomfortably. Fuck, why didn't I finish her off again?

  Oh right, because I had a heart.

  And she would have regretted it.

  And never spoken to me again.

  Normally, I wouldn't have cared but with Nev it was different. If she stopped talking to me- I would miss her. A lot.

  Like, a lot a lot.

  Man, I was not happy about realizing that.

  She'd come to be the one person I could be honest with. And who was honest with me. I could always count on Nev for a sincere reaction. That was a scary fucking thought. It was way more major than the overwhelming attraction.

  Well, almost.

  I used the phone in the pool house to call the kitchen. Then I walked outside and slowly slid my poor, aching dick into the pool. I was too hungover for laps just yet so I just floated.

  I had plans to make.

  Plans on how to devirginize one uptight little hottie. My mind swam with images of her underneath me, on top of me, on a chair, my desk, the bed, the floor. Oh yes, I had lots of plans to make.

  I knew I could get her into bed.

  I just had to make sure she stayed there afterwards.

  Nevada

  "You okay sweetie?"

  I looked up at my mom from where I lay in bed. I was reading, or pretending to. Inwardly though, I was freaking the fuck out.

  "Uh huh."

  She leaned on the doorway, raising her eyebrow.

  "Out with it."

  I sighed and rolled over. I'd been thinking about Clay of course. And trying to control my raging hormones.

  I was basically afraid to go outside because if I saw him right now, I would throw myself at him. Literally jump his bones like a wild woman. In broad daylight.

  And I wasn't sure how he'd react.

  "Boy troubles."

  "Ah. I have some experience with that. Who is it?"