First Time with the Major

by Mia Ford

Never.

  “Open your legs wider!”

  He moves away from me, and I know that this is my chance. The plates are still on the table. The bottle of wine that we were drinking is nearly empty, but our glasses are half full. There’s nothing to keep me here. I could run through the kitchen.

  My heart’s beating out of control as I watch him pass me. His eyes are on me; there’s no trace of anger as he moves slowly to the door.

  Once he closes it, he growls, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Hearing him say the words and knowing that he’s calmed down makes me open my legs wider and shut my eyes. I love the darkness and the surprise of his touch. The idea that he can just take me whenever he wants was something that I never thought about until earlier today. When he told me to close my eyes, that’s when I discovered that it’s the most erotic thing in the world.

  Not knowing what he’s going to do next.

  “You’re learning fast. You seem to surprise me more than I even surprise myself this weekend.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It’s as if you calm me. Whenever I feel tension, I just turn to you, and it seems to go away. Something that’s never really happened to me before.”

  I smile, “Does it scare you?”

  He laughs, “No, because I know that it’s only a weekend and maybe, it’s your golden hair that seems to calm me. It makes you appear innocent, but then you're far from it when you're screaming like a ”

  Joshua unties my bun, and I feel the loose strands drop over my naked body.

  “I can tell that you’ve bene making good use of the vanilla shampoo today.”

  Is there anything that he doesn’t miss?

  His attention to detail is incredible, but then again he’s in the property business maybe that’s why he has such an acute eye.

  My hairs stand up as if they’re attracted to him like a magnet. I want to pull him close. I want to say something, anything that would help me figure out what’s going on.

  A tear escapes my eyes as he turns me around to face him. I can’t see him, but I know once I look into those emerald eyes, I’ll melt. I gasp as I feel his length brushes against my thigh. I’m naked with only my heels on, and after his length had brushed me, I knew that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room.

  Joshua’s so close, too close that my erect nipples are aligned with his. He’s over six feet tall, and with my three-inch heels, I feel as if we’re face-to-face. I hold my breath as he gently presses kisses up and down my neck. He isn’t touching me with his fingers. Just kisses are darting gently at the top of my body.

  “Did I upset you just now when I said that it was only a weekend?”

  He stops for a minute, and I feel so silly for being all emotional. He’s right it is a weekend, that was the agreement, so why am I so fucking sad?

  “Yes. But then I know that you’re right. This is just a weekend.”

  Joshua has a way of controlling me with his smile, touch and even simply his presence. I start to get wet. I don’t want to, and I frown at the idea of standing with my legs open in high heels when I should’ve been heading out the door.

  His head is between my legs and his hands around my ankles as he starts to lower himself down.

  “Don’t move!”

  He’s demanding it before his tongue darts straight into my wetness. Then he gently onto my ankles and pierces his tongue at my G-spot. I stand, trying not to disobey. It’s so hard because I’m becoming weaker and weaker at the knees the more he presses against my clit. His tongue is making a perfect figure eight.

  His lips are blowing, and it’s driving me wild. I know I’m so close to the edge of climaxing, and the only words that can escape my lips are, “Hmm, I’m…”

  Joshua takes control of my orgasm. He keeps moving slowly in and out, and his fingers tease my ankles. They gently caress them as if every single movement, is done with so much attention.

  “Yes!” I scream out as I feel so weak, as I stand like a rag doll as my knees become weak.

  Joshua lifts me up, the temptation to see where we’re going is so great, but I resist temptation as I try to regain my thoughts and some energy. Joshua pushes me against the wall and as my back touches it, he holds onto my breasts. This can only mean one thing: he wants relief, and it’s going to be against the wall.

  My head moves to the side, encouraging him to slide his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue as his fat cock strokes my cunt. Once was always enough for me. I would need a rest especially after climaxing so hard. But with Joshua it’s different. I’m automatically wet again.

  As much as I wanted to leave earlier, I can’t. Joshua never forced me, he even gave me the option of a safe word, yet the curious part of me wanted to stay.

  It’s as if my feet are in quicksand and I can’t move. Joshua always starts slowly and then he enters me slowly with his cock. I forgot how big he is until he thrust it in and then it stretches me the more he rocks his butt back and forth. I thought that it was the end of his length, but with every thrust, it feels bigger each time. He has one hand on my breast, and he focuses on my clit with the other. His fingers stroke it as he circles his hips, my pussy becoming once again acquainted with his member.

  He’s not going to pump into me.

  I want to scream, but I keep sucking his tongue. I start to lap it harder as I feel his cock grinding, my pussy’s crying for more. I whimper as he withdraws his tongue from my mouth and asks, “What do you need me to do?”

  I’m confused by his question. He just broke away like that and hit me with a question.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He shakes his head, “No, what do you need me to do.”

  I need him to keep on fucking me. Instead of putting his cock back inside, he circulates his length around the entrance of my pussy. Then he drops my breast and uses both hands to stroke my arse, and alternates the movement to my clit.

  I’m frustrated and finally blurt out, “Fuck me!”

  “What did you say?”

  “Fuck me!” I shout with my head pressed against the wall thinking that he’d heard me. I said it, I admitted it. He wants me to tell him that I want him. I thought that it was evident, I said to him only a few minutes ago that I didn’t want this weekend to end.

  We move again, he has me in his arms, and my eyes are still firmly shut. That’s when IU hear the plates drop to the floor. He pushes me onto the dining table effortlessly, but with my tits on the firm wood. I spread out my arms wondering what he’s going to do next.

  “This is going to hurt!”

  “What?”

  Then his thumb starts to go up my ass, and I know exactly what he’s talking about. We’re going to have anal sex. Something that I told Sam that I would never consider in a million years. I’m lying face down on the dining room table with my heels still on my feet, offering Joshua, the guy that I’d met only yesterday to stick it to me up the butt.

  I should protest and tell him that this isn’t something that I’m ready to do. Not yet. Not ever.

  “Remember you’ve got your safe word? If it gets too much…”

  He growls as he changes from putting his thumb in there to his fingers.

  “Elsa!”

  I nod, thinking that he didn’t need to remind me. This one act would be something that I’ll remember.

  He strokes my back, “Try to relax. You’re too tense.”

  I move in sync with the rhythm that he’s creating as he starts to rock me back on forth on the table. It’s not the most comfortable position in the world, but with my eyes closed and focusing on how he’s making me feel. I soon forget about my fears as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

  “That’s my girl,” he purrs as I start to relish in the pleasure.

  I close my eyes and hear him gentle push into me. I rock on the table, but then he has one hand on my waist keeping me steady.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight!”

  Now, I understand
the fascination of anal sex. The idea used to gross me out, but it’s so different from him putting it in my pussy.

  “I can’t even hold back any longer. I’m fucking coming!”

  He barks as he starts to pump me harder, I think that his whole length is inside of me as I leverage my weight against the table. Then with a couple of forcible and harder thrusts, he drops on top of my back as I feel his come shoot up my spine.

  As I try to stand up, I struggle with the weight of my heels, and now I feel sore. The reality of what took place starts to take its turn as his length turns soft and he removes it. Like a delicate flower, he lifts me up.

  “You must be exhausted?”

  I whisper, “Sore and tired.”

  With one flick my heels which felt as if they were implanted on my feet, drop to the floor. I feel as if I’m being rescued as I wrap my arms around him and he takes me up the stairs. We’re both naked, and I remember him shutting the door earlier. I want to ask him if someone else in the house, but my throat is dry and I’m tired. I snuggle against him as we get to the top of the stairs and he moves in a different direction. Not my room and I wonder if he’s taking me to his room.

  Wow!

  I don’t say a word as I open one eye and take in my surroundings. He flicks on the light, and I can see that his room is no different to the one I’ve been staying in. Paintings hang on the wall, and he has a four-poster bed, which is double the size of mine. The room is beige and there’ s nothing personal about it. Maybe the papers that are scattered on the desk in the corner are the most personal part of the room.

  As he lays me on the bed, I smell the same woody scent of his cologne, and it should be enough to make me fall asleep, but then he whispers something so that I know that we may be upstairs, but he's not done.

  “I’m going to make love to you. This is what you need and want right now.”

  He’s right I do need tenderness, but I also need rest. He’s a beast with a constant erection.

  Doesn’t his cock ever get tired?

  He sighs as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself. I watch him like a frozen statue as I wait for him to return. I need to clean up too, and it is as if he read my mind as he returns with a towel. My pussy wants more, and it knows he’s willing to give it. As he makes his way back, Joshua kisses me on the forehead, then my cheeks and finally my lips.

  My wetness is driving me mad as it starts to flow when his length strokes my pussy. I can’t believe it feels this way after what he did, and I feel betrayed.

  Every part of me is letting me down, my pussy for reacting every time he touches me. Joshua rocks on top of me, all the time looking directly into my eyes with his gentle emerald gaze, and I run my hand through his hair. At that moment, he kisses me. He kisses me again and part of me doesn’t know what to think. At first, he didn’t want to kiss me at all, and now it’s as if he can't stop.

  Joshua’s causing so many mixed emotions in my mind that I can’t think straight. I kiss him back with hunger as he gently enters my pussy, and my legs wrap around him so we can be as one. Joshua thrusts gently inside me, using his hands to caress my sides, my face and at times, to drive my head closer to his as we kiss.

  It is one of the most romantic times we’ve experienced together, and I want it to stop. This is just one weekend, soon it’ll be over, and another will take my place I’m confident about that. He’s a man that’s had women here before; I know that I’m not the first and certainly won’t be the last.

  There an aching as my pussy clenches with what feels like the last orgasm I’ll ever have in my lifetime. After we finish rocking and I wonder how one man can come all the time.

  “We shouldn’t have done it without a condom,” I say feeling silly that after it’s happened, I now want to tell him that we should have practiced safe sex.

  “Well, there’s the after pill, you could get that tomorrow?”

  I shake my head while still looking directly into his eyes, “Sure.”

  He rolls off me, and I sigh, “Silly me.”

  I’m not used to these situations. I was on the pill for so long that the moment I had my first period and Sam had dumped me. I stopped taking it.

  I turn to face him. I’m trying to read his mind and figure out what’s happening between us. I’m acting as if we have a future together when it is evident that we don’t.

  I lay beside him with my arms wrapped around him for safety and comfort. He continues to stroke me as I hold onto him for dear life. I don’t understand it at first, but then I don’t care as for the first time in a long time I feel completely safe and warm being in another man’s arms. Even if it’s only for the weekend.

  Chapter Eleven

  Joshua

  “Who the fuck keeps calling at this time of night?”

  The first time my phone rang I ignored it, but the second time it was getting on my nerves, so I reached out and picked it up. Scarlett was peacefully sleeping on my chest. I didn’t mean to wake her up, but I was surprised that she could sleep with the phone ringing.

  “What!” I blurt down the phone. I don’t even look at the number as I push her to the side and pick up my phone.

  “Mr. Moore?”

  “Yes!”

  “This is Wendy Hart. You don’t know me, and I’m so sorry to be calling at this time of night. I was calling Scarlett’s phone but she wasn’t picking up.”

  I hate people that ramble especially at this hour. I’m listening impatiently as I head to my closet to get my pants.

  “It’s just that I need to speak to Scarlett and I know that she won the auction. Well, she didn't win it, her aunt did....anyway, I just rang on the off chance that she was still with you.”

  “One minute.”

  I walk over to Scarlett who’s hugging the pillow as if her life depends on it. I wonder if she still thinks that she’s in my arms?

  I push her gently, no movement. So, I shout out maybe a bit too loudly, “Scarlett!”

  She jumps up, “Fire!”

  Her hairs all over her face and if it wasn’t for the call then I’ll probably take her again, there’s nothing like waking up a woman with my cock that sends me over the edge faster than normal.

  “No, Wendy’s on the phone for you.”

  “Who?” she says trying to get her hair out of her mouth. I hand her my phone, and as she blinks her eyes furiously, I put on the light and grab a shirt.

  No one calls at this time of night unless there’s something wrong. The fact that Wendy said that she’s been trying to get hold of Scarlett at one makes me think that there must be something up with Ms. Young.

  “No, no it’s no trouble. I’m on my way,” Scarlett shouts down the phone and then she’s running around the room like a chicken.

  “Scarlett I’ll get your clothes.”

  She shakes her head, “No, I need to get out of here. I’ll do it.”

  “Wendy thanks for calling me. It was the right thing to do. But what were you….oh never mind.”

  And then she hangs up the phone.

  “Aunt Betty’s been in an accident. Apparently down the stairs, she’s in the hospital will you take me?”

  “Of course,” I’m walking with her, but she seems completely lost as she walks in front one minute and then behind.

  “Joshua?”

  “Yes.”

  She stops for a minute and then looks from left-to-right utterly bewildered, she’s butt naked in my hallway and distressed about her aunt. I’m trying so hard to get my cock out of my head, but it’s so fucking hard when it’s the only thing I do when it comes to women.

  Especially Scarlett.

  “I haven’t got a clue which one’s my room.”

  I walk in front of her and open the door, “This one.”

  She smiles, “Thanks.”

  “Okay, so I’ll go down and start the car while you get ready.”

  “I won’t be long.”

  I know that she won’t, and I want to kiss and
comfort her and tell her that everything will be okay. She’s scared, but then I don't know how to comfort her even if I did try. We’re still strangers, and we don’t know anything about each other apart from how to make her come.

  I turn around and head down the stairs; it’ll give us both time to cool down. I can’t believe that the old lady’s dead. She’s too much of a fighter, but then falling the stairs is serious business especially for someone of her age.

  Scarlett must have flown into the bedroom and come down the stairs because, by the time I get in the car and start the ignition, I can see her leaving the house in front of the car. As she opens the door, I say, “That was quick.”

  She turns to me, “My aunt’s in the hospital, I need to get there.”

  That’s her way of telling me to speed up. I was going to ask Scarlett if she would stay longer. I have a few meetings this week, but not so much work that it'll take up all my time. I could spend time with her, if she's still in town for that long.

  She’d made me do what no woman’s ever been able to do, I've never been able to sleep in the same bed with another. I’ve tried it a couple of times, and I always felt uncomfortable having another body by my side.

  “How long till we get there?” she asks after I stop at the second set of lights.

  I forgot that she was in the car because I feel like a teenager thinking about asking a girl to the Prom. We’re on our way to the hospital. Maybe now I should tell her the truth. She’s going to find out that there was more at stake than just a charity ball. The whole thing was set-up from the start, but I want to tell her that this is how it started and I want it to end on a different note.

  If she spends more time with me, then we can get to know each other better, in a different way.

  “Can you drive faster?”

  I nod my head.

  “Just that I’m so damn scared. If I lose her, then I don’t know what I’ll do.”

  “I understand.”

  “Shoot, sorry that was insensitive of me. You must know what I’m going through.”

  Then she puts her hand on the wheel, but then I move mine. Not because I need to while I’m driving, but because I don’t want her to get attached and think that something can happen between us. Maybe asking her to spend more time here is not a good idea after all.