by JA Huss
Oh, my God. I think he wants to fuck me in the pool. This is going way too fast for me.
“Your heart is beating so fast. Do I scare you that much? Do you really think I’m a rapist?”
“That’s not what—” But I stop again. Because he’s going to ask me what I’m really worried about if I continue.
“Then what?”
“I mean, yes, of course. You have a very bad reputation, Nolan. It’s something I can’t forget about.”
He looks me in the eyes for a few seconds. “You only see what they want you to see. A bad guy. A player. And yeah, I’ve had my share of fun and most of it has been with women. But I’m not that guy in the news. I’m just Mr. Romantic.”
I make a noise that might be a laugh if I wasn’t so nervous. “I’m not sure that’s any better than Nolan Delaney.”
“It is,” he says. His hands slide over my hips in a very provocative gesture. One even slips over the curve of my ass cheek, his fingers lifting the bathing suit up a few inches. “Trust me, it is.”
I stare at his eyes, the green shimmering with the light reflecting off the water. “You said it was ironic. Like your book.”
“It was meant to be. But if you ever get to know the real me, you’ll see what I mean. I’m not all irony, Ivy. I have a very serious, straight side too.”
“Show me,” I say, surprised by my bravado.
He leans in and kisses me. His hand leaves my hip and grabs the back of my neck, preventing me from pulling away.
I don’t pull away, so it’s a wasted gesture. And as soon as he understands that, he fists it and pushes me closer. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard cock rubbing the sensitive skin near my ass.
I could go all the way tonight. Let him tease me into the adult world of sex, and dirty talk, and midnight fucks in a swimming pool. I could let him just… be him. And tomorrow this will be over. I’ll just be Ivy again, minus one intact cherry. And we’ll talk business.
I could do this and go home feeling new and ready for whatever comes. A new man, a new job, a new life.
“Have you ever done it in a pool, Ivy?” he says into my mouth.
I shake my head no.
“Well.” He reaches one arm out, pulling us through the water towards the shallow end. And when his feet touch the floor, he walks forward. My arms are still holding onto his perfect shoulders, my legs still circling his muscled waist. “It’s not as fun as it sounds.” He carries me up the steps of the pool and walks over to his bungalow. “So we’re going to take this inside.”
Chapter Fifteen - Nolan
She clings to me. And even though that little display back in the restaurant should be nothing but warning bells going off in my head, I ignore them. Something is wrong, but I’m not sure it’s about me. So I’m going to ignore it.
Her heart is beating so fast against my chest, I almost ask her what the fuck. But I figure it’s just a little residual fear over what Claudette told her. I’m dangerous.
I’m mad about that, and I will be confronting Claudette about it later.
But not now. She’s hundreds of miles away. Right now the only thing I want to do is fuck this girl. I get it, she’s inexperienced. Probably only ever fucked one guy. I like that, to be honest. I like her inexperience.
“Don’t be nervous,” I say in her ear when we step into my bedroom. I set her down and say, “It’s fine. I’m good, I swear.”
“I don’t doubt it. But I’m—” She stops short.
“You’re what?”
“I’m not that good.”
“It’s OK. I’ll be patient. I’ll tell you what I like and if you tell me what you like, it will be a lot of fun. Don’t you want to have fun, Ivy? Say screw tomorrow and have some fun?”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I want to think I do, anyway.”
“OK,” I say, dragging the strap of her bathing suit down her shoulder. “Did you buy this to drive me crazy? Because it’s sexy as fuck.”
“No.” But then she stops and reconsiders. I know because she blushes. Even though there is only one small light on in my room, I can see the redness of her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”
“So you were thinking about me? About how I wanted to fuck you.”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” she whispers.
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”
“How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”
“Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.
“Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”
“No,” she says.
“I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”
“Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”
“Make me wish that, Nolan.”
“I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.
I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”
“OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.
Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be. I love it. I love knowing I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you everything, Ivy. Now get on your fucking knees and take my shorts off so I can stick my cock down your throat.”
She starts breathing heavy, almost panting. But she drops to her knees. I place her hand on my hard cock and make her squeeze it.
“Do it,” I say, grabbing her hair and yanking a little. She moans again as her fingertips ease under the waistband of my swim trunks, tugging them down my legs until they drop on the floor.
I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, and say, “Are you ready to blow me?”
“Yessss,” she hisses through her teeth.
“Then put your hand right here, Ivy.” I take her hand and place it over my shaft.
“You’re so hard.”
“You make me hard. Now pump it. Yeah,” I say, “just like that.” She’s got a little technique going and I’m pleasantly surprised, a twisting motion as she slides her hand up and down my dick. “I want to be inside your mouth, Ivy. I want to feel your throat. Open up.”
She opens her mouth, leaning forward, but then she hesitates.
“It’s OK,” I say. “I won’t go deep. Yet.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine and I grip her hair even tighter. “Jesus, Ivy. Are you sure this is your first time?”
S
he smiles, gaining confidence.
“Open wider, Ivy. It’s not going to fit like that.”
She opens wider, waiting for me to move forward, but instead of doing it that way, I surprise her when I thrust her towards me and my dick slips inside her hot, wet mouth. Her lips seal around it automatically, her teeth scraping along my skin. I wince, but I don’t chastise her. I’ll take what I can get right now. If I scare her, she might not want to finish me off.
I ease deeper and she gags. I love the fucking gag reflex. I love when I’m fucking a girl and I stick my fingers down her throat to make her gag. Her pussy clamps down, every time.
I want to feel that with Ivy Rockwell.
I need my fingers in her pussy. I need to make her gag on my cock as I’m fingering her, just so I can feel the muscles clamp down.
“Get up,” I say, pulling on her hair as she stands. “Shhh,” I say, when she looks worried. “I love it. But I want to finger you as you suck. So come here.”
I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Turn around, Ivy. Sit on my chest and suck my cock while I stare at your pussy.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. But she climbs on, and positions herself just as I asked. Her ass is perfect. Two round globes, her pussy peeking out at me, practically dripping. Practically begging me to fuck her.
“Suck, baby. Keep going.”
She lowers her mouth to my dick again, her hot breath covering me, until her wet tongue is licking and swirling around my head.
“Deeper,” I say, scooting her down so she will be able to take me in. I grab her hair and push. She responds by opening wider, gagging a little.
I shake my head. Damn. Everything she’s doing is perfect.
My fingers can’t get inside her fast enough. I slip one in and she startles, gasping for air. But I just say, “Shhh,” and keep her head in position.
I go slower this time, easing in and out of her pussy. It’s slick enough, so I stick another finger in. This time she wriggles until my fingers fall out.
“You don’t like it?” I ask.
“I do,” she says, the air cold against my wet dick. “I just like it… slow. Can you do it slow?”
“Sure,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Ivy. So don’t be shy. The key to fantastic sex is talking. I like it fast. I want your head bobbing up and down my dick like you want to eat it. So if you do it my way, I’ll do it your way.”
She inhales and then resumes, her motion much faster now, just the way I like it.
I go slow. So painfully fucking slow. It drives me crazy to do it her way. It makes me so fucking hard, I just want to explode.
Easy, Nolan.
“Fuck, yes, Ivy. That’s perfect.” I can feel her smile around my cock and I take my attention back to her pussy. I let go of her hair and use my fingers to spread her open, then sit up a little so I can lick her clit.
“Oh, my God,” she says, my dick falling out of her mouth.
“What?”
“That feels so good.”
Shit, that boring boyfriend guy must not know how to lick pussy, because this is basic stuff.
Well, I have no complaints about that. She will never forget the way I eat pussy. I’m going to ruin her for life with this night.
I ease a finger in and wish I could lick her everywhere, finger her, and fuck her all at the same time.
She moans and wiggles, but she doesn’t stop again. Her mouth is so full of saliva, I can feel it dripping down onto my balls. So I pump her a little harder. Soft and slow is nice, but the hard fuck is what makes girls come.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Come,” I say. “Come like this and then I’ll make you come again. I’ll make you come all night if you want, but I want to taste it right now.”
Her moans get deeper and I know she’s close, so I grab her hair again and start thrusting my cock inside her mouth. She gags, pulls back. But I hold her there. Waiting for it. Waiting for her throat to constrict, to grip me tight. And when that happens, she clenches her pussy, gasping for breath, desperate to get my cock out of her mouth as she comes all over my fingers.
I lean forward and lick her juices as I blow my load into her throat.
Chapter Sixteen - Ivy
I have never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. And if this is what sex is like, and he’s not even inside me yet, it is amazing.
But then I feel his cock tighten, and then there’s a rush of come, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pull back, gagging, choking. His come drips out of my mouth. The taste of salt and something else I can’t identify—come, I say in my head.
“Turn around, Ivy. You want to be on top? Get the fuck on top. I can come again and again.”
“Condom,” I say, wiping my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says. “I’m clean. Aren’t you on birth control?”
“No,” I say. “Condom.”
“OK,” he says, pushing me off to the side as he gropes around for a towel. He wipes my face with a smile. “You like that? You came pretty hard. I felt your pussy gripping my fingers.”
That’s… a thing? “You liked that?” I look at his legs, all wet with the come I spit out.
“Liked?” he says. “Fucking loved it. You’re a blow job natural, Ivy.” And then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. “That’s what I taste like,” he says, pulling away. And then he slips his fingers inside my mouth and says, “This is what you taste like.”
I taste sweet. He tastes salty.
He kisses me on the mouth again. “I gotta go find a condom. Just relax for a second.”
I rest my head back on the covers and stare up at the ceiling. I came. My fingers dip between my legs, amazed at how wet it is down there. I came with a guy. And I sucked his dick. And I liked it.
When he had his fingers inside me, it hurt. I thought for sure he’d know. I thought for sure there’d be blood or something to give away my secret. But he didn’t. He just kept going.
I’m smiling when Nolan returns, rolling the condom over his still fully-erect cock.
He bounces on the bed next to me, lying back and patting his stomach. “Climb on, Ivy. Face me this time so I can squeeze your tits and slap your ass at the same time.”
Jesus.
But it surprises me how happy he seems. All the walls he had earlier are down.
Is that all it takes to get a man to open up to you? Sex?
“Come on, baby. I’m ready to go again.” He pulls me towards him, and when I swing my leg over his middle, he slaps my ass hard and says, “Hurry. I need to be inside you.”
This is when I get nervous. A finger or two is not that giant cock I just had in my mouth. “I like it slow, remember?”
“I’m OK with slow.” And then he winks. “At first.”
Oh, God. All my bravery is gone. I’m really going to let him put his dick in me.
And it’s going to hurt, hurt, hurt. Just like those girls said on that forum.
I hover over him, hesitant. And just as I’m about to tell him maybe this isn’t a good idea, he says, “Wait.”
“Wait?”
“Yeah, hold on.” His fingers slide between my legs, pushing into my pussy. “Let me get you good and wet.”
Oh, yeah. I’ve read about lube. We’re not using lube, but I’m slick down there.
“Fuck, Ivy.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He laughs. “Nothing at all. You’re just so goddamned wet. I want to lick your pussy so bad.”
“We can do that instead,” I say, hopeful.
“Fuck that. We can do that all night. Right now, all I want is for you to push yourself down on my cock and let me fuck you—”
“Slow,” I remind him.
“Right. We can do it slow.”
I take a deep breath and ease myself down. He guides the tip of his dick into my opening, pushing against my folds.
It fucking hurts! Those girls we
re right. It fucking hurts!
“Relax,” Nolan says. “Why are you so tense?” He massages my shoulders for a second and I try to relax. I think I read once that tensing up makes pain worse. But that was for like, a broken ankle or something. Not losing your virginity.
“That’s better,” he says. “And I get it, you like it slow. But not too slow, right?”
He likes it fast and hard. He’s said this a few times already. So I smile and say. “Not too slow.”
“Good,” he says, like he really means it.
I don’t want to disappoint him or make him suspicious. So I ease down a little more. It’s feels like my vagina is being ripped open. But I bite back the moan of pain and bury my head in his shoulder.
Nolan responds by wrapping his arms around me and moving his hips in a gentle sideways motion.
It feels good. The pain recedes, and the way he’s moving makes me arch my back. Somehow, he’s hitting my clit.
“Do you like that?” Nolan asks when a soft moan fills the room.
“Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. My mind is filled with the pleasure.
I ease my hips down a little more, sinking over his cock. Covering him, like the girl described in her post. I feel in control. Like I’m the one calling the shots.
“Move your hips with mine, Ivy. Yeah,” he says, when I respond. “Like that. You’re driving me fucking crazy with this slow stuff.”
But I like it. It’s perfect. I’m used to his thickness now. The stretching feeling is going away. I’m actually enjoying myself.
“I’d like to flip you over, Ivy. Push your face into the mattress. I’d pound you hard. I’d pull your fucking hair so hard, pull your head so far back, you’d have to look me in the eyes as my other hand wrapped around your throat. I’d kiss your mouth as I made you come all over my dick.”
I can feel my next orgasm building. I’m bewildered by all of this. The way he’s talking to me. What he’s doing to me. It’s everything I thought it’d be. He is everything in bed. Everything a girl wants.
“Come, Ivy. Come right now.”
I do. I come. I come and he holds me close, makes me feel so close to him. I bite his shoulder as the wave of pleasure makes me shudder. And I wait for him to do the same. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t stop, his hips never stop that motion. And before I know it, he’s thrusting up against me. I realize then that he wasn’t fully inside me… but he is now.
