Perfect

by Jenika Snow

  He’d seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. She was getting naked so they could finally be together. When the skirt was gone and she only wore her bra and panties, he reached out, itching to touch her, and ran a finger along the edge of her bra. She was a lush, curvy girl. She had the kind of curves, the kind of body that had guys jerking off just to the image of what she might look like naked. But no one would ever see her, though. She was his, only his.

  Her nipples were hard, poking through the light-colored material. “Good fucking God, baby.”

  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pushing it off her shoulders and showing him her glorious breasts. Rory couldn’t think straight as he stared at her dark pink nipples. The tips hardened the instant the chilled air touched them. Or maybe it was the fact she was aroused, getting even more turned on because he was staring at her like he wanted to devour her?

  His mouth watered for a taste. Cock throbbing, hands wanting to touch her, or at least stroke his dick to ease the pressure, he held his breath when she got on her knees and rose a little. She started pushing her panties down, and the sight of her pussy, freshly shaved saved for a strip going right down the center, had this guttural sound leaving him.

  She reached for him, started pushing his shirt up, and he grabbed the back of the material and pulled it up and over his head.

  “Look at all the muscles,” she said almost to herself. She moved her hands down and undid his button and zipper on his jeans, then pushed the denim down his hips and thighs. His boxer briefs followed, and his cock sprang forth like a damn impatient beast.

  “Lena.” He said her name harshly, his voice deep like he was a damn animal.

  The tip of his dick was wet from pre-cum, and when she grabbed his shaft and moved her palm down the length, he felt more seep from the tip.

  “You’re so big, Rory.”

  He swallowed, his heart feeling like it might burst through his chest. He was a big guy in general, over six feet tall and heavily muscled. He didn’t brag, but yeah, his cock was big, and the fucker wanted his girl now.

  “Lay back for me, baby.”

  She moved on the bed, was flat on her back in seconds, and spread her thighs without him even having to tell her.

  “Spread them wider for me, Lena baby. Let me see how pink and wet you are.” It took a hell of a lot of will to even say the words when really he wanted to just act on them. “No going back, Lena.”

  She shook her head instantly. “Never.” She licked her lips, and he was riveted to the sight of her tongue moving along her lush lips. Her mouth was full, plump, pink, and glossy from their kisses. She smoothed her hands down her belly, and if it were even possible, she spread her thighs a little wider.

  The world could have fucking stopped right then and he wouldn’t have given a shit, not when her pussy was bared, all pink and wet, and her pussy lips spread for him, giving him a prime shot of her center. She had no hair on her labia, the lips so fucking smooth.

  “You do this for me, baby? For tonight?” He lifted his gaze to her face and saw her nod. He loved her pussy, loved eating it out, even rubbing his nose over the sweet, clean scent of the trimmed thatch of hair she had at the top of her mound. But holy fucking hell did he like her bare like this for him, nothing covering the sweetness that he worshipped.

  “You’re mine.” His voice was harsh and gruff. “This pussy is mine.” He cupped her cunt, held his hand to her scorching hot, soaked flesh, and added a bit of pressure. He loved how she gasped and grabbed the sheets beneath her.

  She might be his now without a doubt, but once his cock was inside her, there was no going back.

  He felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark her, claw at her, tear her up in only the best ways. Rory was spiraling out of control pretty damn fast. He wanted to lick and suck at every inch of her, wanted to run his tongue over the dips and hollows of her sexy as sin form, and memorize her body even more than he already had. Right now, he needed inside her, though.

  He pushed his pants all the way off. And just when he realized he didn’t have anything to use for protection, Lena showed him the condom she held.

  “I have thought about this, Rory,” she said softly. He went to reached or it, but she pulled it back. He stared at her, knowing what she was going to say, and how he wouldn’t deny her, even if it were the smart thing to do.

  “I want our first time not to have any barriers, even if the smart thing to do would be to use this.” She looked down at the condom, then lifted her gaze back to his.

  He should have been smart, too, insisted they use the condom because they didn’t need any babies right now, but he wouldn’t deny Lena, and the truth was he didn’t want to lose his virginity or take hers wearing a fucking piece of latex.

  She set the condom on the bedside table, and he moved back between her legs, resting his much larger body on hers. Rory could smell her, that sweet and musky scent of her pussy, of her arousal. It drove him insane with lust. Yeah, he wanted to run his tongue through her smooth, slick pussy folds, but that would have to wait because right now he needed in her bad.

  “I feel dizzy,” she said softly. “I feel like this isn’t really happening.”

  He knew what she meant. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

  She nodded. “I know.” She swallowed, held onto his shoulders, and said, “Are you nervous?”

  He thought about her question for a moment. “No, because this is meant to happen. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Being with you in every way … just being with you is all I’ve ever wanted.” He moved his hand down the length of her outer thigh, slipped his palm under her smooth flesh, and pulled her leg out farther. Her pussy was hot as hell against his dick, and she was so damn wet, soaking his cock and her inner thighs. Moving his hand between their bodies, he took hold of his shaft and gave the fucker a squeeze and groaned.

  He tormented himself even more by leaning back and staring at her pussy. Rory placed his cockhead on her clit and started running the head up and down her cleft. He was riveted to the sight of the bulbous head of his erection pushing her labia out even farther as he moved up and down her slit, making her cry out every time he touched the little bundle of nerves.

  The little nub at the top of her mound was swollen. He wanted to suck it into his mouth, lick at her, make her come for him. Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, he positioned his dick head at the entrance of her pussy. Staring at her face, he held her gaze with his own. He didn’t push into her right away, didn’t want to cause her pain, although he knew that was inevitable. Slowly rocking back and forth, he didn’t penetrate her enough to break through her cherry. He was teasing them, making this last, and maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

  “Don’t stop, Rory.”

  The tip of his dick pushed in just minutely before he pulled back, letting her get used to his size. Over and over he did this, back and forth, not pushing in enough to actually bust through her hymen, but enough that she moaned for him to do just that.

  He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as pleasure assaulted him. He wasn’t even in her yet, and it felt so fucking good. God, he needed to stop doing this, or he’d come before he was even in her.

  “You’re torturing me here, Rory.”

  He leaned down and captured her mouth with his. She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him, and he groaned against her mouth. He took her lips and tongue harder with his own. He wedged his hand between their bodies again and grabbed his cock, putting the tip back at her pussy entrance. And then, while kissing her hard and possessively, he pushed into her body, breaking through her hymen.

  He dragged his teeth along the swell of her lips as she cried out from the pain. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, his jaw tight, the pleasure intense. He pushed in another inch, and another, until he was fully in her now. A shiver worked through him. “You’re so tight, so wet,” he groaned out the last word.

  She opened her mouth and cried o
ut when he pulled out slightly and pushed back in.

  “You doing okay, baby?”

  She nodded but didn’t speak.

  Rory pulled back slightly and stared down at her face, feeling his own pleasure go so fucking high he didn’t know if he’d come down from the feeling. When she was breathing a little easier, and it didn’t look like she was in pain, he started moving in and out of her continuously, slowly at first, gently.

  She was tight, really fucking snug around his cock, and so damn hot and wet it almost bordered on pain. Rory had to grit his teeth and make sure he went slow so he didn’t hurt her more than he knew he already had. Goddamn, was it hard to go slow. She clenched around him, and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and breathed out slowly. He’d come right now if he didn’t focus.

  “You can’t do that, Lena, not unless you want me to come before this has even really started.”

  She had a light sheen of sweat along her brow, her mouth parted, and she stared at him with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

  “Baby, tell me you’re doing okay.”

  “I’m fine. Just don’t stop.”

  Brushing a few strands of hair away from her face, Rory leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, trying to breathe evenly, but she felt so fucking good. Pulling back and staring into her eyes, he picked up his speed, wanting to get her off, needing to. He pushed into her a little harder this time until he was completely buried inside her and his balls were flush with her ass. A shocked gasp left her, but then she moaned softly.

  He continued to move his mouth against hers, not thrusting again for a few seconds, just enjoying this, hoping she did as well. Jerking off didn’t even come close to what this felt like. But it wasn’t just because he was fucking for the first time. He loved this girl more than anything in the world.

  He was making love to her.

  Rory started moving in and out of her then, his control slipping, breaking. The way her breathing changed, and the fact she wore a glazed-over look of pleasure on her face, had him moving faster inside her. A look down at her chest showed her breasts moving back and forth from his thrusting motion. The mounds were big and more than a handful. They were perfect … she was perfect.

  “It feels so good.” She sounded out of breath, and kept clenching and unclenching her fingers on his back, her nails digging into his flesh and making a pleasure-pain sensation course through him.

  “Fuck yeah, it does, baby.” He clenched his ass as he thrust deep inside her. “Christ. Fucking hell, Lena, you’ll never know how fucking good you feel to me, how perfect you are.” He was going to come, and really hard, but not before she did. He wanted her to get off, to clench around his cock, finding her pleasure as he found hers. And when he leaned back, gripped her ass with his hand, and watched as he pushed his cock into her and pulled it back out, everything in him stilled. His balls were drawn up and ready to fucking explode.

  The sight of the thick length of him stretching her wide, of her pink flesh sucking at him, was his undoing. He placed a thumb on her clit, started rubbing the little nub back and forth, and closed his eyes as he started thrusting in and out of her. A gasp left her, and he felt her clench around him. Opening his eyes, he stared at her face and watched as she came. The sight of her pleasure and the sound of her ecstasy were two of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.

  He started pushing his hips forward and pulling them back, faster and harder until he was coming, too. Thrusting into her once, twice, and on the third deep pump, he stilled and came so fucking hard lights danced in front of his vision. Her pussy clenched and relaxed around his cock, and her moans filled his head. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and every muscle in his body was tense, straining.

  When his pleasure finally receded, he collapsed, bracing his elbows by her head and keeping his weight off her.

  “Lena, my sweet, sweet Lena.” The words just came from him, his love for this girl so strong it hurt just looking at her sometimes.

  Her mouth was by his ear, her breathing hard and ragged. He felt her smile against him, and then she kissed the shell of his ear.

  She moved slightly under him, and he rolled off her but curled his arm around her middle and tugged her to his body. Cupping the side of her face, Rory stared at her, smoothed his thumb along her cheekbone, and then leaned in and kissed her. His cock was semi-hard, but the fucking thing started getting stiff again when she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along his. They kissed for long, drugging moments, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples hard. Their skin was damp from sweat, slicked, moving together as they got as close as they could. It felt so damn good to have her like this with nothing separating them.

  “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” he said against her lips.

  “It only hurt for a moment, and then it was …” Her silence got him so damn turned on because he knew exactly what she meant. “It was everything I thought it would be, knew how it would be.” She looked at him from under her lashes.

  “It was incredible, and I’ll never forget and want to do it again soon.”

  She started chuckling, and he grinned. “Well, that makes two of us.” She smiled and leaned in and kissed him. They lay there for several minutes kissing, their breathing picking up again as her moans filled his head.

  “I don’t want this night to ever end, Rory.” She rested her head on his chest, and he shifted on his back, staring at the ceiling.

  He didn’t want this night to end either, but he’d have to tell her his plans and hope that she could see they were for the best, for their future.

  5

  Rory had left Lena’s house at four in the morning, and it had been pretty fucking lucky for them seeing as when he’d got onto the main part of the road he saw her parents’ car driving in the opposite direction. He parked his truck in the gravel driveway, cut the engine, and stared at the piece of shit hovel that he’d only ever known as “home.”

  Climbing out of the truck, he saw the light from the TV coming through the living room window, the corner of the glass having old and peeling duct tape to try to mend the crack. This place was what he called home, even if it was a piece of shit one-story house that held a lot of bad memories.

  Walking up the driveway, he kicked away an empty beer can and climbed the broken and uneven wooden steps to the porch. He could smell the weed already saturating the air before he even opened the front door. He knew what he’d see once he stepped inside, knew his dad was probably passed out on the couch, maybe even with some random chick on top of him. The place would be trashed, as it always was, and it was because his old man just didn’t give a shit.

  When he opened the door and stepped inside, he looked into the living room, seeing exactly what he expected. He walked farther in the house and pushed his truck keys into the front pocket of his jeans, shaking his head and thinking how he couldn’t wait until he finally left this place. If he wasn’t used to the sights and smells whenever he came home, this might be a depressing thing to walk in on, but the fact remained he was used to it.

  God, all he wanted to do was go back to Lena and just hold her. She made everything seem better, made the world look less fucked up. She was his light in this dirty, grimy darkness.

  The sound of the television on low in the background was just loud enough he didn’t have to look at the screen to know porn was playing. His old man was on the stained and frayed gray couch with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his arm hanging off the cushion, and his potbelly protruding under his wife-beater that should have been white but looked more brown. If Rory wasn’t stuck here, having no place else to go, wanting to finish school, and loving Lena too much to just leave like that, he would have gotten the fuck out of here.

  Rory turned and went into the kitchen, exhausted from being up all night and being with Lena, but hell, what a fucking reason to be tired. He filled a glass with tap water and drank it as he stared out the window.

  Old tires were stacked up agai
nst the nearly debilitated shed a few yards away. A car that was on cinder blocks, the wheels stripped, the paint gone to hell, and the engine gone, sat beside the shed. The yard was trashy, just like Brian, just like Rory’s life had been. Hell, the grass wasn’t even green—what little grass there actually was—and hadn’t been for years. It was like the grass had realized what a shitty life it had on this strip of property, and said, “fuck this.”

  The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and the feeling of someone watching him filled him. Rory set the glass down and turned to look at his dad.

  Brian Jaymes might have been a decent human back in the day, but Rory didn’t remember a time when he wasn’t hassled by the man. After his mother died when Rory was only two, Brian told him he’d had no choice but to take care of “the kid.” But Brian hadn’t taken care of him, not in the sense that a parent took care of their child.

  Rory had done that all on his own, had dealt with everything that was thrown at him, and always came out standing. He hadn’t put up with his father’s shit since he was ten years old and could defend himself. He might have gotten knocked around back then still, but that didn’t mean he didn’t at least try to fight back. And then when he’d gotten old enough to actually do some damage, his old man had at least thought twice about laying a hand on him. Of course when he was drunk, like Rory could tell he was right now, the fucker thought he was Iron Man.

  Brian didn’t say anything for several seconds and then walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and grabbed a bottle of vodka. He popped the lid and drank straight from it. When he had his fill for the moment and set the bottle down on the yellow seventies-style Formica counter, he looked at Rory.