by Lia Lee
As I rip the package open, Quinn sucks in a sudden, frightened breath. I look up to see her biting her kiss-bruised lower lip in an unspoken question.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say, my lust-hoarsened voice cutting through the tense air. “I want you—I’ll be gentle. If you don’t want this, just say. No means no.”
“I do want this...” she whispers, taking hold of my wrists. “But… I need to tell you… I’ve never done this before. It’s my first time…”
My thoughts freeze, even as my body still rages with desire for this incredible nymph. This beautiful young goddess. First time? What college student could still claim that in this day and age? I may be on fire for her, but do I burn enough to take this crucial, irreversible step? Take her virginity… her innocence? I swallow back the lump of future regret already forming in my throat.
“I’m glad you told me,” I say, pulling out of her grip. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Don’t you want me?” she pleads, her eyes pooling with tears. “Please… I’m twenty-two… I know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want this… with you. No one else.”
I can’t resist her pleas any better than I can resist her luscious—and untouched—body. “Oh Quinn, I want you more than anything right now. But you have to be sure. What we do can’t be undone.”
She nods. “I know. I understand. I want you, too. Please. Just this one time. Don’t leave me like this.”
My heart is swelling to the same proportions as my aching, neglected cock. She’s offering me a gift that’s precious and rare and can’t be returned. I can either accept it with grace and appreciation or reject it with some thin notion of arrogance and propriety and by that token reject her. I can’t do that. I won’t.
“I won’t,” I say with a slow shake of my head. I roll the lubed latex over my impatient member and lean over her once again, placing my sheathed tip at her entrance. I feel her legs shaking as they enclose me, and I know she’s nervous in spite of her consent. I kiss her again, a soft, caring kiss to let her know she’s safe with me. “I’ve got you. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you, Quinn.”
I feel sweet pressure as I push forward and breach her outer lips. Quinn sucks in a deep breath, and her lovely eyes go wide like a deer’s. Forgive me my sweet little Bambi. I know it must hurt a little, and I’m not a small man.
“Easy… just relax,” I whisper, penetrating her with a calm, steady advance, adoring every inch of her slick inner walls as they gradually expand and accept me. God, she’s tight as a gun barrel in her sleek untried youth and I’m nearly losing my mind with the pleasure of it.
I sense her relax. The worst is over, and now I intend to show her the best. I work into a steady rhythm, withdrawing and thrusting forward again, building the intensity and the pace. She’s panting like a wild animal, her rapid breaths raising my own excitement level. I’m balls deep inside of her, filling her to the hilt and delivering a healthy bump to her budding clitoris with each stroke. I’m close, dangerously close, but I want to make her come first, give her the ultimate pleasure. A virgin deserves that.
Her breaths become haunting little cries, calling out in sync with my thrusts and escalating into moans of wantonness. I worry that we’ll wake Rose, but I won’t stop now. I’m on the edge when she calls my name aloud, and I feel her walls convulsing around my hardness in little pulses of release.
“Logan! Oh, God… Logan!”
I’m undone at the desperation in her voice, and I let everything go, coming with the force of a hurricane inside this little virgin prize named Quinn. My cock pumps with abandon until I’m weakened and spent, and I collapse gratefully against her. My God, I haven’t felt this satisfied with a woman in a long time. If ever.
The sweetness of this virgin conquest is heart-wrenching in its intensity, and I don’t think I can ever stop at “just one time.” My greedy cock and I both know we will want this over and over again, and the price of my careless passion may be steep. But at this moment, I will gladly pay it.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
Something’s Gotta Give
It’s the third time this week I’ve told my father I’ll be babysitting Rose, and I hope he’s buying it.
“He has a business to run, Dad,” I explained when he commented on how frequently I’d been called over to watch the neighbor’s little girl. “He has to meet with clients and attend meetings in the evenings.”
He accepted my story but not without grumbling that a single father should spend more time with his child. I reminded him that he wasn’t around much either when I was Rose’s age—we became close mostly after Mom passed away. He apologized and hasn’t questioned me since. I hate lying to my dad, but it’s the only way to spend time at Logan’s without arousing suspicion.
Since that night we made love on his couch almost a month ago, we’ve been seeing each other in secret nearly every day. I can’t get enough of him; he’s sexy and experienced and is teaching me all sorts of things that I’d never learn in a classroom at ASU. I never knew there were so many ways to have sex—missionary and doggie and cowgirl; all of these were new to me, and each one more exciting than the last. I especially liked cowgirl, and sometimes even reverse cowgirl, but I prefer to see his handsome face while I do it. He pretends we’re in a rodeo and slaps my butt as I ride him hard, my tits bouncing up and down, and I love it. I’m getting wet between my legs just thinking about it.
I gather a few textbooks and things in my backpack to make it look official before heading next door. I hear voices outside, and I look out the window to see Logan and my dad talking to each other over the fence between our yards. Shit. This is not good. The more they talk, the more likely something will slip out, and Logan and I will be found out. The thought of Dad knowing that I was having sex with a man his own age terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt him; I’m all he has left since my mother died. I move closer to the window to hear what they’re saying.
“Yeah, just spread some fall fertilizer over the lawn before November hits, and you’ll be surprised how green it’ll pop up come spring,” my dad says.
“I’ll do that. Thanks for the tip,” Logan replies. I breathe a sigh of relief that the conversation is only about gardening.
I hurry downstairs and out the front door. Logan’s promised to show me how to perform the perfect blow job tonight, and I don’t want to miss the lesson. I ring the doorbell a few times, so he can hear it from the backyard and have an excuse to cut the chit chat with Frederick VanderKemp short.
“Hi,” Logan says as he opens the front door.
“Hi,” I say with a smile, and he pulls me across the threshold into his arms. He closes the door again and shoves me up against it as he kisses me, hard. I have trouble catching my breath with his arduous onslaught.
“Thank God you’re here at last,” he growls, breaking our kiss. “I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you.”
“Have you?” I tease. “You looked more interested in getting gardening tips a minute ago.”
“Frederick’s a good guy. I can see where you get your smarts from, little Miss Masters.”
“Where’s Rose?” I ask, looking past him for that little brunette fireball.
Logan flashes a wide grin. “I thought maybe we could use a change of scenery. Rose has gone to stay with her grandma tonight. Give us some time to be alone.” He winks.
I smile back, a little disappointed not to see Rose, but wickedly pleased he’s planned this time alone for us. “I like alone time with you,” I say, reaching down to rub his crotch. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, and a little groan leaves his lips. “What shall we do first?”
“Mmm, slow down, cowgirl. We’re going out.”
“Out?” I say in surprise. “But you promised to instruct me in something special tonight.”
“I will,” he answers, lifting my hand from his groin and kissing my knuckles. “But wait til we get there, first.”
We get into his truck and drive a few minutes into Glendale, and pull into the entrance of the Glendale 9 Drive-in. I haven’t been to a drive-in movie since I was a kid, and I start to laugh at his choice of venue.
“We can watch movies at home,” I say.
Logan smiles. “Not like this.”
I shrug and go along with it. After paying the admission, we drive to the far end of the rows, away from the majority of the other cars in the lot. “Hmm, not such a good view from here.”
“Oh, the view is going to be just fine, I assure you. You didn’t think we were actually going to watch a movie, did you?”
“Hmm, well the movie theater kinda gave me a clue,” I say. The sun sets behind the movie screen and plunges us into semi-darkness. Logan eases the seat back to give us more room.
“C’mon over here, star student,” he beckons, turning sideways so that his back is against the driver’s door. He reaches for my hand and pulls me across until I’m lying on my belly, with my face nestled between his legs. “I believe the lesson was on how to deliver a top-notch blow job, also known as fellatio.”
“I know the terminology, teach,” I say, smiling up at him from my position. “I just need field experience.”
“Class is now in session,” he says. “Open my fly.”
I get excited when he gives me orders, and I move to obey. My fingers deftly pop the metal button on the waistband of his jeans and pull the zipper open. His thickening cock forms a delicious bulge behind the material of his boxers, and I wait eagerly for the next instruction. Logan reaches down to free it from its confines, and it springs to attention before my eyes. He’s huge, and I marvel at the smooth, plum-shaped head and the rippled veins standing out on his swollen shaft. It’s as magnificent to look at as it feels inside me when we fuck.
I notice a shiny bead of liquid forming at the tip.
“Lick that off with the tip of your tongue,” he says. I lean forward to lift the little jewel gently away, tasting its salty texture on the tip of my tongue. I like it. I hear him sigh with pleasure as he watches me. “Good girl. Now lick the sides like a Popsicle, nice and slow.”
I tilt my head so that I can reach all four sides, and drag my tongue slowly up his length, wetting the taut skin with my saliva. His cock stiffens and lengthens even further as I do so.
“Aah…” he groans. “Perfect. Now take the head in your mouth and suck just a little, baby.”
I love it when he calls me baby, and I think of Dirty Dancing again. I’m eager to please him, so I slide my lips over the dome-shaped tip and suck it like a lollipop.
“God, baby that’s perfect. Don’t stop…” he says, his voice growing rougher. He threads his fingers into my hair as I suck, gently pulling on the strands until my scalp begins to sting. “You’re doing great, baby… now drop your tongue and take as much of me as you can into your mouth.”
I open my mouth wider and relax my tongue, just as he said. He pushes my head downward, forcing more of himself inside my warm, wet cave. It’s like trying to swallow a cucumber whole, and my throat balks a little as it reaches the back of my tongue, but I fight the reflex and concentrate on the sensation of his slick cock filling my mouth.
He starts to thrust gently with his hips, at the same time holding my head fast, and I realize it’s just like fucking, only with my mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft, feeling the ridges of veins and stiff muscle gliding in and out. Logan has a big cock, but incredibly it’s swelling even larger now, and I wonder just how big this man can get.
Logan groans. “That’s so fucking good, baby… now hold it against the roof of your mouth and suck hard.”
He lies still while I try this, slipping my tongue underneath his shaft and pressing it upward, trapping the delectable knob of head in the domed space at the top of my mouth. I suck it in a series of hard pulses, and it reminds me of trying to pull one of those ridiculously thick McDonald’s milkshakes up through a straw. I smile inwardly at this silly comparison, but the idea of consuming Logan turns me on with a vengeance.
“God, baby… that’s it…” he moans, his breath coming hard and fast. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna come, baby… so you either have to swallow or let me come on your face.”
I can’t say a word with his giant cock in my mouth. I want every precious bit of him I can get, so I know which one I’ll choose. His body tenses, and suddenly his warm seed jets into me with the force of a fire hose. I panic as there’s more liquid than I can swallow all at once. Some of it escapes out from the corners of my mouth as I struggle to take it all in.
“Holy fuck…” I hear him almost shout into the steamy air that’s filled the cab.
I suck and swallow until his flow ebbs, and his beautiful cock relaxes. I lick the last remnants of cum from the sides and then gently kiss the tip of it. His chest rumbles with satisfied laughter, and he strokes my hair, slipping the long strands through his fingers.
“That was fucking awesome,” he says. “You’ll definitely earn a Master’s in fellatio.”
“Do I get a good grade, coach?” I tease.
“Fucking A-plus, honey. With honors.”
“You taste like sugar and salt at the same time,” I say, as though noting the results of a lab experiment. I suppose I’ll never lose the habit of analyzing and recording my observations.
Logan chuckles. “Is that right? Do you know what you taste like?”
“How can I know that?” I blush slightly. Taste myself? How was that possible?
He smiles and straightens from his slouching position. “Well, why don’t you take your panties off and I’ll show you.”
I’ve taken to wearing skirts on my “babysitting” nights as it makes things much quicker and easier.
“Yes, sir,” I say, grinning. He watches with hungry eyes as I kneel on the seat and reach up under my skirt. I pull my skimpy thong slowly down my thighs, then sit back to slip it and my skirt off my legs completely and toss them on the floor of the cab. Logan lets out a low growl and pushes me down on my back.
“I’m gonna eat you up, girl.” He places each of my feet on his shoulders, and I shiver in anticipation, my wet pussy exposed to the air. He lowers his head between my thighs, and I moan in ecstasy as he parts the curls of my pubic hair and his tongue finds my precious, needy bud. Instinctively I spread my knees wider apart to give him access.
I’m nearly undone already with the first few passes of his tongue across my clit. I take hold of his hair the same way he did mine, feeling its luxurious thickness between my fingers. He buries his face in my wetness, his lips, nose, and tongue all vying for their portion of my pussy meal. My clit is throbbing as he nudges and wiggles, the sensations a thousand times more powerful than the simple prodding of my own hand. I can’t hold back another second. I nearly pull his hair out as I surrender to orgasm with a wailing cry, “Logan…!”
His lips close around my bud, sucking gently as I ride out the waves of ecstasy. The next thing I know, he’s leaning over me, our lips hovering just millimeters apart.
“Here’s how you taste to me,” he whispers, then smothers me with a searing kiss, my juices coating both our faces. I’ve never felt anything so wildly erotic as our lips slip and slide in the slick product of my arousal. I know I’ll never want another man after Logan. He’s spoiled me for every other male on Earth. I think I love him, but don’t dare tell him so.
Darkness has fallen as we lie together on the seat of his truck in silence, our combined breathing clouding up every inch of windshield. The movie has started and illuminates blurry patches of light through the misted glass as it flickers. I have no idea what’s playing and care even less. All that matters is the man I’m with and the powerful feelings he stirs in me. I want to know everything about him, not just his body, as stellar as it is. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.
“Logan,” I whisper.
“What, honey.”
“What happened to Rose’s mother?”
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He’s silent for a long moment, which tells me a lot, knowing what I know about human behavior. Clearly a subject he’s uncomfortable with, but I need to know.
“She’s not in the picture, Quinn.”
“I can see that. But why? I know it’s none of my business but…”
“She left,” Logan says quickly, as though to put an end to the conversation before it even begins. “Not long after Rose was born.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling snubbed by his terse answer. Now I’m certain the history isn’t a good one, but it’s hurtful for him to shut me out like this. He must realize the bigger question at hand, and why I need to ask it. “Did you have a difficult divorce?”
“We were never married,” he says, raising his head. “I’ve never been married—if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Partly,” I admit. “I guess I just feel sad that Rose doesn’t have her mom around.”
Again, he falls silent for a long moment.
“We do just fine without her,” he finally says.
I hear the defensiveness in his voice, and the psychologist in me rises again. “Sounds like she must have hurt you very much.”
“Jolene didn’t want kids. We didn’t plan it. Rose came along before we knew it. Then she took off. End of story.”
I wince inside; hearing a name makes her all too real. Jolene. I can’t imagine why any woman would abandon her own child, or this wonderful man holding me close in his arms.
“She left you just like that? With a newborn baby? Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry. That must have been awful for you.”
“Trust me, it was a good thing. She was an addict. She loved a needle and a bottle more than she loved either of us.”
“I can’t imagine you with someone like that,” I say, my heart breaking for him. “And she’s never tried to make contact?”
“Not until recently. She went into rehab and claims to be reformed, but I’m not buying it. There’s no way I’ll allow her to see Rose.”
