I have a brief moment of worry that he’ll realize my inexperience and change his mind about whatever it is he’s got planned. I’ve never been kissed like this in my life. Aside from being a total bookworm and an introvert to the max, I’ve always been in my best friend’s shadow. Boys just don’t notice me. Not that I mind since Jenson has always been the only guy I’ve wanted. No one can hold a candle to my teenage fantasies of him.
I always thought I’d end up a crazy cat lady drowning in cat hair and erotic romance books. Longing for the one man I want above all others, but could never have. I’ve always been his for the taking. He’s just never looked at or treated me like anything other than his kid sister’s friend. This is the first indication he’s ever given me of his interest and I’m equal parts shocked and amazed. And incredibly turned on.
The fingers of his other hand tangle in my hair, he pulls the strands forcing my face to tip up to his, giving him further access to plunder my mouth. The counter digs into my back while his big body presses against my front. He pushes his leg between mine, causing sweet friction against my pussy. My body is awash with exquisite pleasure. If it were possible to spontaneously combust, I would be doing it now.
Breathless, I rip my lips from his. My hands go to his chest to steady myself—though he’s got me pinned and there is no risk of falling. My knees could completely give out on me and I’d remain right where I am—there’s no moving from his hold. As if to enforce the fact that I can’t go anywhere, he tightens his hold on my hair. He abandons my breast to run his hand down my body. His touch is so light it almost tickles. When he reaches my waist, he curves his hand around my body emphasizing how small I am compared to him. A brief squeeze, then his hand is cupping my butt and pulling me more firmly against his thigh.
Lips crash against mine again and this time I meet him with the same fierceness. I fist his shirt in my fingers, pulling myself closer to his mouth, begging for more. He tugs my hair reminding me that he’s in charge. As if there were any doubt in my mind, everything about the man screams control. The firm grip he has on my butt disappears and I make a small sound of distress. I couldn’t stand it if he pushed me away now. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone so badly in all my life.
My concern is erased as he wraps his strong fingers around my throat in a gentle, yet firm grip. His thumb and index finger press into my jaw in another act of possession. The bite of pain adds an edge to the overwhelming pleasure. It’s something I never thought I would enjoy, but now I want more—need more.
Teeth sink into my bottom lip and I gasp as he pulls away, releasing me. Stormy eyes meet mine and a feral smile spreads across his face. His hands rest on the counter on either side of my body, caging me in place. I should be intimidated, but the only thing I can think about is how right this feels.
I wantonly rub myself against his thigh, keeping the rhythm he started. The friction causes me to moan and gasp. I can’t help wondering if he’ll let me come this way.
I never want to stop. I don’t think I could even if the house were on fire around us. I’d gladly go up in flames to keep this moment going on forever. I’ve dreamed of him taking my body for years now, but my dreams pale in comparison to reality. I never expected this level of intensity.
I’ve been living with the Johns family for almost a year. My parents both died in a car accident, leaving me without any family. I had the option to stay in my childhood home. I had just turned eighteen, but just the idea of being alone with the memories of everything I’d lost was just too much to bear. Thankfully, Jackie’s parents were more than happy to open their home to me.
Things were going fine until Jenson moved in while his penthouse is being renovated. Why he opted to stay here instead of staying in the luxury hotel his family owns, I will never understand.
In the two months we’ve lived under the same roof, the school girl crush I harbored for him turned into a fierce sexual attraction unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But what hot-blooded eighteen-year-old woman wouldn’t be attracted to six-foot-five inches of tanned and tattooed skin, thick muscles, and icy blue eyes? I stupidly hoped we could reconnect. I miss Jenson, but he won’t give me the time of day. Every time we are in the same room he pointedly ignores me or leaves—sometimes even mid-conversation if I enter a room. I know it’s my fault things got so awkward between us. Of course, they would be after he caught his little sister’s best friend masturbating in his bed while moaning his name. I don’t blame him for wanting to avoid me, I just wish he wouldn’t.
Bringing me back to the moment, his guttural voice commands my attention. “That’s it, ride my leg. Get that pussy good and ready for me.”
My breath catches at his words and I find myself following his demand and rock my hips back and forth with the perfect pressure that is guaranteed to make me come. Every movement draws breathless moans from my lips and all rational thought flies out of my brain. My sole point of focus is on the building pressure in my abdomen.
I might be inexperienced with men, but I’ve spent many nights with my hands in my panties thinking about what it would feel like to make love to Jenson. Even after being caught that night, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing. If anything, it just got worse over the years.
Some small part of me knows we should be concerned that we are in the middle of the kitchen. That anyone could walk in at any second. I honestly can’t find it in me to care. I’ve wanted this so bad, he could lay me out in the middle of the dining room table while the family eats dinner and I still wouldn’t stop him. It’s completely unlike me to throw caution to the wind in this way, but there’s no stopping this.
“Please,” I beg as I writhe against him. God it feels so good. My body is on the edge of release, but no matter how close I get I just can’t tip over the edge. “Please. More. I need more.”
Jenson lifts me off my feet and I let out a little squeak of surprise. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him while he carries me across the room and takes the stairs two at a time. Before I know it, he’s got me on my feet and backed against his bedroom door and is kissing me breathless again. His hands are everywhere and each touch drives my need higher.
“Jens…” His name is cut off on a moan as his fingers delve inside my shorts and straight into my panties. His finger circles my clit then pushes lower teasing my opening before pulling more wetness up and around my clit.
“I knew you’d be fucking wet for me.” Pulling his fingers from my panties, he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean. I watch with wide eyes as his close in obvious pleasure. My gaze drops to his dick and I lick my lips wondering what he would taste like. Without realizing what I’m doing, my hands reach out and shakily work at his belt. Strong, sure hands move mine out of the way to finish what I started, but he doesn’t go any further to undress himself. Instead he reaches for me, pulling my shirt over my head exposing my breasts, the cool air hardens my nipples. The cool air hardens my nipples as he gazes at me.
Eyes still on my chest, he removes my shorts and leaves me in only my plain, white cotton panties. He takes a step back; his icy blue eyes raking over each one of my curves. I can almost feel his eyes caressing every part of my body they take in. My skin flushes. Overcome with shyness I cross my arms over my chest, hiding myself from his intense gaze.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he growls. “I want to see what’s mine.”
Slowly, I let my hands fall to my sides, my face heated with embarrassment.
“Good girl.”
My eyes hone in on his tongue as it swipes across his lower lip. I shift on my feet, aching for Jenson’s touch. The heat pooling in my stomach is almost unbearable. A knowing grin spreads across his face, then he’s on me in a flash. His lips eat at mine as he lifts me with no effort and carries me to the bed. I clench my thighs around his waist and wrap my arms securely around his shoulders.
Without breaking the toe-curling kiss, he moves us to the center of his massive bed. My han
ds tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. After grappling with the offending material with no results, I change tactics and bury my fingers into his unruly mop of dark brown hair. Finally, he pulls away, kneeling between my legs and reaching behind him grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls it over his head. His skin is deeply tanned and tattooed. His physique is muscular, but not from a gym. No, his muscles are from hard work. It makes me want to touch them even more.
A light smattering of chest hair leads my eyes down to his defined abdominals. The trail of hair picks up again just below his belly button and disappears underneath his waistband. My breath hitches when I take in the large bulge pressing against the dark denim of his jeans.
“Like what you see?” He chuckles darkly. “Nothing like those little high school boys you prance around for.”
My brow furrows in confusion as I try to comprehend the iciness of his tone and his words. Drawing a blank, I shake my head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond truthfully.
There are no boys—high school or otherwise. Jackie is the boy magnet. She’s the dark-haired goddess and I’m her nerdy friend. Any boys that come around are here for one thing and one thing only—Jackie. No one gives me a second glance.
“Don’t lie to me, little girl,” he snarls. “I’ve seen those little fuckers drooling over you while you tease them in your skin-tight jeans with those tits of yours swaying and bouncing unbound under your shirts.”
His fingers tweak my nipple roughly causing my back to rise from the bed. My mind is reeling from his words. None of what he’s saying makes sense. Jackie is the popular one. She’s my best friend, but I’ll be the first to tell you she’s a slut. She’s proud of her reputation, although she prefers the term man-eater. Usually, the boys are the ones counting notches, but she’s the one doing the counting and she likes it that way.
“How many of those pricks touched what’s mine?” His voice is a low rumble as his lips surround my nipple before sucking the peak into his mouth. The deep draws of his suction send sharp sparks of pleasure directly to my clit, reviving the ache of desire that had cooled considerably with our confusing conversation.
He releases my nipple with an audible pop. His teeth sink into the curved underside of my breast in an act of possession.
“How many have touched this soft, creamy skin?” He murmurs, trailing his lips and chin back and forth across my sensitive flesh. Goose bumps prickle my skin at the slow scrape of his beard. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he buries his nose into the soft cotton of my panties and breathes me in, groaning in pleasure just before those icy eyes meet mine again.
“How many know what my pussy smells like?” His voice is a menacing growl as he continues asking, “Tastes like? Feels like as it squeezes their cock like a fist? How many fuckers do I need to kill for touching what’s mine?”
“Zero.” My voice is whisper soft, and full of trepidation.
Eyes round with surprise he looks at me, examining me closely. “You’re a virgin?”
My entire body flushes in embarrassment. I suddenly feel uncomfortable and move my hands to cover my breasts. I turn my head to the side and close my eyes, hiding in the only ways I can with him wedged between my legs.
Stupid, stupid girl. Why would you tell him that?
I’m so caught up in my head that I don’t register his movement. It’s not until his lips brush against my hair, and his hand gently coaxes mine away from my chest that I realize he’s moved. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face to his. My eyes flutter open and I’m shocked at the intense emotion radiating from him.
“Mine,” he says reverently, then he slowly and methodically kisses my skin. Each brush of his lips brands me as his. The kisses stop with a sweet lingering press of his lips to mine.
“Yours,” I easily agree, my heart soaring at the possibilities.
2
Jenson
Untouched.
My beautiful Dylan is still pure—she saved herself. I’m not delusional enough to think she saved herself for me, but the thought has my heart pounding in my chest. I know she had a crush on me, but that was years ago. Once I found out, I did my best to push her away from me. I had to give her the time to grow up, even though it practically killed me.
How is this beautiful creature still untouched? I’ve seen how flirtatious she is and how the guys drool after her like lovesick puppies.
She bats her baby blues up at me, a rush of pink tinging her cheeks. I’d planned on fucking her into next week. Knowing now that her tight little pussy has never had cock, I’ll have to control my baser instincts. I want to rut. To pound my thick cock into her. To claim her and mark her as mine.
“I’m only going to ask you this one time because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop, so you better be sure.” She gives me an almost imperceptible nod. “Do you want this?” Again with the nod. “No, I need your words. Tell me, pretty girl.”
Her pink tongue pokes from between her lips and slides across the plump flesh of her bottom lip before she sinks her teeth into it. I hold my breath as I wait for her answer. Even if she says no, I’m not sure I’d give up and walk away right now. I know I could drive her body so high on pleasure she’d be begging for my cock. The last thing I want is to hurt her, though. If she were anyone else, I wouldn’t give two shits about the consequences. But I’ve waited too long and I need her too much.
I knew from the moment little Dylan Thomas first stepped through the door that she was different. That she was mine. The sweetness of her smoothed my rough edges. It took all my willpower to stay away. To let her grow up. I went off to college and did everything in my power to keep my distance. My friends tried to hook me up with coeds, but none of them could hold a candle to Dylan. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving any piece of myself to another girl. After the shit show with Emily, I steered clear of women—if I couldn’t have Dylan, I didn’t want anyone.
When I came home for winter break my freshman year and walked in to find the little temptress sprawled across the couch in nothing but a tiny tank top and even smaller shorts, I nearly lost it. She may have just been sitting there innocently reading, but my cock was immediately hard. That was the first time I nearly lost myself to temptation.
The second was when I caught my dirty girl touching herself in my bed during the weekend of my parent’s wedding anniversary celebration. It took all my self-control to avoid pouncing on her that very second. I stayed away after that, avoiding visits at all costs. I knew I couldn’t trust myself around Dylan.
“I need you, Jenson.”
The word choice doesn’t escape my notice. Need not want. Well, I fucking need her like my next breath, so we’re on even footing there.
“Thank fuck,” I growl as I take her lips again. Her tongue tentatively meets mine. It’s like the revelation of her virginity has created doubt about her desirability. I’m about to prove the exact opposite is true.
Abandoning her lips, I kiss my way down her body. Pausing to lick and suck her perfect pink nipples into tight buds. My tongue dips into her belly button, causing her to suck in her stomach self-consciously.
She has no reason to feel self-conscious, her curves are perfect. She’s so soft and feminine. I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and pull them down as I move lower. Bypassing her pussy, I choose to continue my journey down her leg. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing slightly when my lips meet the back of her knee. Smiling to myself at how ticklish she is, I swirl my tongue across the sensitive skin causing her to jerk and giggle.
Moving lower I place a kiss on her ankle. I let her panties fall to the floor then crawl back between her legs, spreading her wide. Her pussy is shiny with her arousal. Her little clit peeks out from under its hood, swollen and pulsing with need. The sight makes me want to rip my pants off and plunge into her tight, virgin pussy. It takes every ounce of willpower to hold back that desire. Instead, I settle in betw
een her legs, burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she moans. Her hips arch off the bed as she pushes herself up into my mouth.
Slowly, I lick her from her slick little hole to her clit. I suck the pulsing bead between my lips, flicking my tongue over it until she’s writhing underneath me. Her breath is coming in sharp pants and her muscles are tight with tension. She’s already so close. I slip a finger into her virginal passage, then another, stretching her.
“Mm… I could lick this sweet cunt for hours.”
Her pussy contracts at my words and she moans desperately as I slowly pump my fingers into her, scissoring them as I work her towards orgasm. Within seconds, she’s screaming my name. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her pussy floods with her release. I lick her through her orgasm until she collapses back to the mattress, breathing heavily. I can’t help the self-satisfied smirk that spreads across my face when I look up the length of her body, taking her in.
Her skin is flushed, her pert breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The hard tips of her pink nipples draw my attention, making me want to torture them with my mouth. And her face? God, I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. Her expression is that of a sated woman, thoroughly pleasured by her man.
Quickly, I rid myself of the remainder of my clothes—desperate to have her, claim her. I fit myself back between her lush thighs. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily, showing her every bit of my desire. My cock is swollen to bursting and jerks as it comes in contact with her heat. Her legs spread further, inviting me in. I hiss out in pleasure as my cock slips between her pussy lips. The wetness slicking over me as I rub my cock head along her slit. I bump against her clit and she pulls away from my kiss on a cry, her back arches pushing her hips closer—working herself against me.
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