“Meggie, you’re so fucking hot. I just want to lick you from head to toe, I don’t know where to start,” he said in a whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night at the waterfall. Your lips,” he kissed each corner of her mouth before pulling back to look at her again. “The bluest eyes I’ve ever seen,” he kissed each eye, leaving a moist residue from his luscious mouth. “Your long silky hair,” he continued and combed his fingers slowly through the strands before moving back to caress each side of her face, telling her how soft her skin was and, “Your tongue.” His lips caressed hers softy, encouraging her lips to part until he found what he was looking for. Their tongues touched playfully in a slow sensual dance. He pulled back once more. “Everything about you gets me hard,” he said in low growl. He ground his cock against her clit. “Feel that, Meggie? That’s what you do to me every time I see you.”
Oh God, yes, I feel everything. “John,” she panted out, losing herself in the magic of the moment.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to that perfect little body of yours? Are you ready for me, Meggie? Please tell me you are, because once I get a taste of you, I won’t have the will power to stop myself from taking all of you.”
Holy shit. He blew her away with his words. What do I say to that, how do I respond? She looked up at him and linked both her arms around his neck before pulling his lips down to meet hers. There was no need for words anymore. Her body was doing all the talking now. Meg was filled with hunger, her tongue ached for his, sensual sounds escaped her throat, and John kissed her harder. She tilted her pelvis up toward his hard cock and ground in to him.
He took control of the kiss and swallowed every moan that escaped Meg’s throat with his mouth crashing down on hers. Over and over, their tongues met, caressed, stroked. He tasted so good; they devoured one another completely. Both their lips were swollen from the frantic kisses shared between them. His tongue swiped gently over the outside of her lips, encouraging them to part so that he could explore her mouth over and over again. She opened up to him easily enough. She wanted every part of him inside of her. In fact, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He broke away and pulled himself up on his knees directly in front of her. He settled himself between her legs, and Meg’s knees parted to either side of him. Her dress had already worked itself up over her waist and her panties were now completely exposed to him.
He lowered his hands and tugged the dress upward and over Meg’s body. “Lift up. I have to get this dress off of you. I want to see all of you, touch all of you.” He pulled the dress quickly up her body where it rested around her neck. She lifted her head enough for John to completely remove the material. He threw the dress to floor next to his shirt and sat back. He stared at her, took in every detail from head to toe. Then he rolled over on his side and lifted his head to rest on the palm of his hand.
What are you thinking? Tell me, I want to hear every thought that fills your head, John Lake.
One long finger traced the outline of her bra and over her aching breasts. Her nipples hardened from his touch and ached for his mouth. He continued to trail his finger gently from one to the other then down to the hollow in between. She shivered in appreciation of his touch and he looked into her eyes and smiled. Their eyes remained connected while he continued to caress her skin everywhere. Finally, he reached under her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were now bared to him and he looked away from her face to the full mounds that were seeking his attention. She watched as he sucked in a breath just before he touched one nipple then the other. He tweaked each nipple one at a time between his fingertips. Meg nearly jumped off the bed from the sensations that wracked through her body at each hard pinch. Take me, John. Take me now, please.
Leaning down, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He swiped his tongue softly over one nipple then the other before finally taking her into his mouth. Oh my God. That feels so good. Please don’t stop doing that, please, John, don’t stop. She pushed her breast further into his mouth and warm liquid spilled between her thighs and her inner muscles clenched uncontrollably, wanting desperately to be filled by him. Her panties were drenched, and she wanted him closer; she wanted to feel his hard erection against her. With both hands, she pulled him downward so that his weight was on top of her; she desperately wanted to rub herself against him, to feel his hard length against her throbbing sex. Meg was overwhelmed with the need for him to be buried deep inside her.
“John, I need—”
He caught on quickly. He could see the desperate look in her eyes, heard the fast panting of her breath in his ear. Her body arched toward him. “I can’t take it anymore, please,” she begged him.
He moved to the other breast and followed through with the same torment, then lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to the waistband of her panties and straight to her sex. His breath was hot at her entrance, his tongue slid over the material that covered her sex and oh my, he lingered there, forcing his tongue to press harder on that one spot driving her absolutely wild for him.
Oh yeah, right there, just a little harder. Then he moved away, sat up on his knees and stared down at her with a look of pure male hunger. God, this is pure torture. Meg felt as though she was on a roller coaster ride, quickly on her way down from the top, then all of sudden, the ride stops. Anticipation hung heavily in the air and she was left feeling completely and utterly breathless, every inch of her on fire.
Finally, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties pulling them down slowly. He sucked in his breath and took in the view laid out in front of him. Her panties slid past her knees and over her ankles until finally they were completely off and thrown aside. His look told her everything; he leaned his hard muscled body over hers once again holding himself on each side with his elbows to ensure he didn’t crush her with his weight. His erection strained heavily through his jeans and dug into her sex. Meg felt as though she had been waiting for this moment all her life, but she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about losing her virginity. She reached down without thinking and did what felt natural. She hooked both thumbs on either side of his jeans and pulled them downward along with his briefs, the material settling at his knees.
His lips covered hers, his tongue desperate and hungry as he devoured her. Meg struggled to work his jeans down past his knees, she moved both feet up on either side of him and managed to get her toes into the waist and pushed them completely off until she heard them fall to the floor. There was nothing between them now, skin to skin his erection lingered at her entrance and rubbed against her wet folds, upward to her clit. Spasms presented themselves within her womb and she didn’t know if she could hold off any longer.
There was no more time for fooling around; Meg had grown desperate enough and she knew he felt the same. Regrettably, he pulled away from her lips and she watched as he moved around and found what he was looking for. He pulled a foil packet out of the pocket of his jeans; following that she heard the sound of foil ripping open and there he was, like a God, all man, all naked and all hers, at least right now he was. She sat up on her elbows a little, to get a peek at him. Wow. His erection stood straight out, bobbing up and down, reaching just below his belly button; he was long. Short, black curls boldly nestled itself around his shaft. Feeling a little uneasy at the fact that he would most likely tear her apart now that she had seen the size of him, she sucked in a shaky breath and stilled herself. As much as this might hurt, she was betting it would definitely feel good. He had no idea she was still a virgin. I wonder if he could sense how nervous I am, maybe I should tell him to take it slow.
Filled with the need to touch him, she reached down, stroked the length of his erection, the skin felt like silk wrapped around steel, the bold head of his penis looked angry, almost purple with need. A small drop of semen sat at the very tip. She rubbed her thumb over the liquid there and stroked him once again before he handed her the condom.
With a puzzled look, she met his stare; h
is hazel eyes sizzled from a need so intense, so ripe, and she knew he was ready to take her. She hesitated for a moment, not sure what to tell him but knowing she had to let him know. In a whisper she said, “John, I’ve never done this before.” He didn’t seem to think too much of that. She thought maybe she had given herself away, that he might figure out just how inexperienced she really was. She continued on, “Would you mind helping me?”
He took her hands gently in his, there was no rush he was patient and helped guide her along in sheathing his erection in latex. “Meggie,” he moved her hands away, “I need you take your hands off me or this will be over before it even begins. I have no control right now,” he said. He took her lips again and he owned them. His kiss was perfection, starting of lightly before he hungrily consumed her mouth.
Remembering what Sarah told her about her first time, Meg hesitated for a moment wondering if she should tell him she’s a virgin. What if I bleed? Sarah said she bled the first time. Meg tensed a little and he pulled back. She looked up at him as he hovered directly above her, gently and slowly he pushed her back on to the bed.
“Meggie, I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
His smile was wicked as he lowered himself to her mouth and kissed her tenderly. When he let go, Meg blurted out the words without giving it another thought, “John, can you take it really slow, please?” Just as he positioned himself at her entrance, he stopped and looked at her. The expression on his face changed. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking. His eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Meggie, what are you saying, is there something you need to tell me?”
“Well, there’s one minor detail. I’m still a virgin,” she admitted. She turned her head to the side so she didn’t have to see the look on his face. She was so embarrassed.
“I thought you...” his voice trailed off. “Fuck it all to hell, why didn’t you say something before? Christ, Meggie, the way your body responded, it felt like you knew what you were doing, like you’ve done this before.” Suddenly, she got the feeling this changed everything.
“Why does it matter, John? I don’t get it.” She pushed him off of her quickly and got up from the bed. Frantically, she looked around for her clothes, for anything to cover her nakedness. Shit. She couldn’t find anything that belonged to her. She couldn’t focus anymore and all she could feel now was bitterness and embarrassment. Completely flustered with his reaction, she wanted him to leave. The sting of tears threatened to spill and she was pissed. Meg couldn’t see straight anymore. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been with a virgin before. I don’t think this is something new to you, John. I’m eighteen years old and still a fucking virgin; I want this, and I want you. If I were any other girl you would have fucked her, so why not me?”
John moved off the bed and toward Meg, “You don’t understand, Meggie. You’re different than any girl I know. You’re sweet and innocent and God, if you weren’t going away, I would take you right now and tomorrow you’d be mine. But you’re leaving in a few days. I don’t want us to start something we can’t finish, certainly not something as important as this is to you.”
Tears continued to threaten and her eyes watered over. She looked at him, searching for a clue as to why. “I don’t understand. Maybe you can help me out here, John. I don’t think I need to remind you that you have a girlfriend, the same God damn girlfriend for the past four fucking years. There is no tomorrow for us, there never was.” Now the tears fell freely down over her cheeks; she couldn’t stop them as her emotions took her over the edge.
John moved closer and with deep regret in his eyes, he whispered, “Trust me, Meggie. I want you more than I have wanted anything in my life, but you have stayed a virgin for a reason. This is important to you and your first time should be special. Don’t ask me to fuck you and then never see you again. I don’t want to be that bastard you’ll regret later. You deserve better than that.”
She looked up at him, and whispered back, “But I want you to be my first, you are special to me, you’re all I ever think about.”
He hugged her closely and tried his best to comfort her, to make her understand. He took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead, where his lips lingered. “I don’t know how I’m finding the strength to walk away from you right now. You mean more to me than I ever realized, Meggie Malone.”
“Fine, I’ll find someone else, someone that means nothing to me if that makes you feel better.”
He chuckled lightly, trying to make light of the situation and then struggled to find the right words. He knew Meg well enough to know that she would never do something that reckless. “That’s not what I want for you, Meggie.” He pulled back enough to cup her face in both hands. They were both still naked and he rested his forehead against hers. “As bad as I want you right now, I refuse to do this to you. Because if I have you, there is no way in hell I’m letting you leave. I shouldn’t have shown up at that party tonight, I should have left you alone. It’s already going to kill me when you leave this Godforsaken county.”
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. His lips came down to meet hers. This kiss was different from the rest they shared this evening; this felt like John telling Meg good-bye forever. She tried her best to hold back but more tears fell, the taste of salt traveled between their lips and they swallowed each tear she shed. This really was good-bye, Meg thought to herself with a heavy heart.
“Would it be okay if I stay the night? I don’t want you to be alone, you’re too upset.”
Stifling back a sob, she responded, “Go, please, I just want to be alone right now.”
“Are you sure? I can stay, Meggie, please?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll take a shower. Hopefully that will make me feel a little better. When I get out, I don’t want you to be here. I can’t be around you right now. Just go, and lock the door behind you.”
Meg turned and went inside the washroom locking the door behind her and then stepped toward the bathtub. She let the water run until the temperature was as hot as she could stand it. I can’t believe this is happening to me. What is his problem? Does he not find me attractive? No, that’s definitely not it, I know he’s attracted to me. Meg wanted him to be her first; she couldn’t think of anyone she wanted more. Hot water flowed down the top of her head and over her shoulders making its way down her body. She closed her eyes and her emotions once again got the better of her. This time, she silently said good-bye to John Lake.
After finishing up in the washroom, she walked back toward the bed. The comforter was a mess and blankets were rumpled up and thrown about from fooling around with John. I should have let him stay for the night. I could have had him here next to me one last time, holding me against his body. Now everything seemed empty, the house, her bed, and her damaged heart. Disappointment filled her; she shouldn’t have asked him to leave. She made her way over to the closet, threw on an old white T-shirt and another sexy pair of panties in case he decided to come back. After fixing the comforter, Meg walked over to the window and took one last look outside. John’s truck was nowhere to be found and the driveway was empty, just like her bed. She pulled down the blinds and turned off the lamp before snuggling in between the sheets. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and relived her last moments with John Lake and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter 6
Meg woke up to the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaking open, bringing in with it a small glimpse of light. She tried adjusting her eyes to the darkness. “John, is that you?” No answer, nothing but silence. “John, this isn’t funny, say something.” The large frame of a man stood in her doorway; no response. Straining her eyes to see who it was, the door closed and once again the room was filled with complete darkness. She heard movement coming straight toward her. She let out a high pitched yelp when a large hand covered her mouth quickly. It wasn’t John. This person’s scent was different; there was a distinct smell of cigarette smoke on his fingers as he tightened his
grip on her mouth: she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even move. Her heart raced in her chest and terror took over in the worst possible way.
This couldn’t be good and she knew something terrible was about to happen; the worst kind of feeling crept over her. Struggling against the hand that covered her mouth, realization sank in rather quickly. Maybe this explains why the door was unlocked when I came home earlier. I should have asked John to check the house.
Meg attempted to wiggle from his firm hold. She tried with every bit of strength she had to break free but found herself pinned to the mattress with a heavy body draped over her. He was far too big and she couldn’t move from beneath him. He took both her hands and forced them up over her head to restrain her. She refused to give up; she fought back trying to free herself but the stranger moved quickly and took full control of her movements. He was strong and she screamed and begged him to stop.
Out of the darkness she heard a low deep voice, not at all familiar. The stranger said, “Not a word, princess, or I’ll hurt you. Do you understand? One more scream from that pretty mouth of yours and I will mess up that beautiful face. Do you feel this?” A sharp edge moved along the side of Meg’s cheek and she froze. “I have a knife,” the voice said. “Now you better be a good girl and don’t make me use it.”
Fear took over every part of her and tears streamed down her face. This man obviously had an agenda. He was either going to rape or kill her, possibly even both and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop him. Panic settled in her chest and she felt his hand tighten around her mouth. Meg moaned into his hand as loud as she could. Begging him over and over to stop. She prayed to God that someone would walk in and save her.
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