by Joya Ryan
You nod, your gaze still fastened to my body. Jesus, it feels good to be looked at this way. Like you’re…fascinated.
Watching your perfect tits rise and fall on heavy breaths, your bright eyes eating up my skin inch by inch, I can’t hold back my own reaction. You make me hard. Just looking at you makes me crazy. But you looking at me? I’m fucking ready and there’s no hiding it.
You gasp and watch my dick thicken beneath the towel. I memorize your face. Take in every feature. Every expression.
“Have you ever had a man at your disposal, Shay?”
You meet my gaze again and frown. “What do you mean?”
I lean toward you, wrap my free hand around your waist, and pull you inside before I let the door slam shut. Finally, we’re under the same roof.
“I mean…” My face is close to yours. God damn, your hair smells amazing. That same fire and sweetness from the other night. “Have you ever had a man all to yourself? That you could look at, touch, do whatever you wanted to?”
You shake your head aggressively. “No. Never.”
“I’m going to touch you, Shay. Every inch of you. And not just with my hands. If that is something you don’t want, leave now.” It’s all I can get out because my resolve is leaving me. And like I said before, I’m selfish when it comes to what I want.
“I’m not leaving,” you say. “Can I…” You go to put your hand against my chest, then stop and look up at me. Asking if you can touch me, baby? You can do whatever you want.
I nod. Giving you time. Because, once we start, I’m going hard and deep, and right now you need to move however slow you need. I can tell by your eyes you’re taking in the sheer size of me. And you’re right, Shay. I’m bigger than you by a long shot. Every muscle I have will be used to fuck your perfect creamy body.
It’s natural to be nervous.
Your palm gently lands against my heart. You’re warm and soft. Your skin is like velvet and my pulse quickens, trying to beat out of my chest to reach your touch.
You trail it low. Moving along the ridges of my abs, down to my hips. You stop at the towel knot.
“Anything you want,” I breathe. I had no idea my breath had gotten ragged.
Your plump lower lip gets caught between your teeth and you tug on the towel, letting it fall to the ground. The cotton scrapes against my dick on its way down. I want your hands on me. Then I want your mouth. Then both. I’m hard and hot and so fucking ready I can barely stand it.
“Oh, my,” you say, your eyes fastened to my cock.
I can’t help but twitch and you gasp.
“Can I…touch it?”
I nod. I’m too worried to speak right now. If I do, I may just pounce on you like a fiend. Your tender fingertips trail along the crown. I’ve never been so hard. When your palm brushes the underside near my balls, a bead of pre-come escapes.
“You’re soft, but hard.”
Yes! For the love of Christ, yes, I’m hard. You lick your lips and I try not to grab a wad of your red hair and pull your sweet mouth down on me.
Instead, you slowly kneel. Your lips graze my abs.
Sweet God, this is too good, Shay. What am I going to do with you? Actually, I know the answer to that. I’m going to do all kinds of things to you. But I can’t decide which comes first because your mouth is on me, your breath hitting my cock but your lips inches above it while your soft hands fondle me.
Soft and slow and new.
This is new to me too, Shay. I’ve never been with a woman like this, and you and I haven’t even been together yet.
Tonight, that’s changing.
Your lips trail up my bottom set of abs, then back down. Your fingers continuing to play with my dick. The fleeting touches and teasing kisses are enough to drive me damn crazy.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time,” you say, each word hitting my skin.
“You were a kid with a crush.”
“I’m not a kid and this isn’t a crush,” you say sharply. Your lips turn to teeth and you bite my hip. Goosebumps break up from your little bite. So, you’re feisty. I’ll be tapping into that and making you pay real soon.
“Why are you scowling?” you ask, blinking those beautiful eyes up at me.
I chuckle and honesty pours out of my mouth. “Because I’m trying to decide what to do to you first.”
You lick your lips.
I tilt my head and examine the perfection that’s kneeling before me. And therein lies my conundrum, Shay. I have you kneeling, kneeling before me. Your mouth is an inch from my cock and I want you to stay right there. The other part of me wants to yank you up, rip your clothes, and fuck you hard. I want to see your body. Kiss and tongue every square inch of you.
Decisions, decisions.
Your mouth hovers closer, your breath fanning over the tip…
I pull you to your feet and kiss you hard. Because if you start sucking my cock, I won’t get to all the things I want to do to your tight little cunt and edible tits.
You open your mouth and I drive my tongue in. I walk you backwards to the couch, unfastening your hair as we go. Your hands are all over my chest. Trying to hang on to me? Pull me close? Sorry, baby, not yet.
As soon as the back of your knees hit the couch, I push you down. You sit, the leather cushion squeaking from your ass smacking it. It’s my turn to fall to my knees. I grip your legs and spread them wide.
“Coe!” You shuffle, trying to adjust your skirt, but I see all of you. And those pretty white panties you’re hiding.
“Relax, baby.” I reach under your skirt and slide your panties off. I pull you forward until your ass is on the edge of the couch and you’re cradling me in your thighs, your hot cunt against my lower stomach.
I kiss you, softer this time, but still deep. Peeling your straps down your arms, I slip your tank top down to your waist. Your bra is white, matches your panties. Did you plan that? The cotton is simple, but your full tits are spilling out of it and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen a lot of lace, silk, lingerie of all kinds. But you, with your simple, sweet cotton and perfect skin is all I want. The best sight of all the sights.
“You’re so beautiful.” I can’t stop looking at you.
You cup my face and kiss me. I start to trail my mouth down your jaw, nibbling at your ear. You wiggle and gasp. You like that, baby? I do it again. You thrust your hips out and your hot little pussy is getting wet. The slide of you along my stomach has my dick begging to bury itself right there.
If that gets you squirming, just wait for what’s next.
I trail my tongue along your throat and take a deep taste of your pulse. You don’t seem to notice that I unhooked the front clasp of your bra…
Your breath is coming faster. Your fingers thread through my hair. I move my mouth to your collarbone, then to the high cleavage right below it. I take the milky flesh between my teeth and suck. Then release with a “pop” sound.
“Oh, Coe…”
Your thighs are trembling, your back arching. You want more. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give it to you.
Your ruby nipples are pouting hard, wanting to be sucked. I run my tongue along the little bead, making it even stiffer.
“Please…oh, Coe. Please, just…” You’re rocking and arching. You really want more. But you’ll thank me for this warm-up here in just a minute. Because I will be inside you very, very soon. And I want you good and wet for me. I’ll make it feel good for you, I promise. Besides, I’m loving my exploration of you. Watching you come apart from my little licks is the biggest fucking turn on. You’re so damn responsive.
I flick your nipple with the tip of my tongue. Fast. Goosebumps color your milky skin and I love watching your whole body flush.
The leather couch whines against your thrashing body. I’ve got you pinned around me, though. You can move, but every time you do, you just feel more of me. Rubbing that hot clit all over my stomach, getting yourself wetter and wetter while I suck and play with your tits.
I could do this all night, Shay.
I think I will.
I’m playing with you, making you really want what’s coming next. I feel like a snake, slithering around your perfect skin, making you blush and prick with anticipation. I’m fucked up, Shay, because I like the idea. The notion that I can get this kind of reaction from you. That you want me. Are ready to beg…
I flatten my tongue against your nipple and suck as much flesh as I can into my mouth.
“Oh, God, yes!” You squeeze your thighs against my sides, grip my hair harder.
I suck deeper. Flicking my tongue along your sensitive bud as I latch on. You like this. You’re extra sensitive here, are you baby? You’re sliding against me, getting hotter and wetter. Oh, yeah, you really like this. Has no one ever paid attention to these perfect tits before? Damn shame because your skin tastes like vanilla milk.
I move to the other side, lave and suck and bite. You’re rocking against me. Mimicking sex and working your hips. Is this how you’d move if I stuck my aching cock inside you right now?
We’re about to find out.
I reach for the small box on the side table and pull a condom out. My mouth doesn’t leave you. Sucking at your tit hard, I wrap myself up quickly. You don’t seem to notice. Your head is lolled back, body gyrating against me, eyes shut, moaning. You’re lost.
Do I warn you for what’s coming? I think you’d just tense up. But I need to be sure you still want this. For some reason, my consensus is extra loud today.
I kiss up your neck to your mouth and breathe against your panting lips.
“You still want me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, so much. Please, Coe.”
That’s all I need. With your pleasing mouth against mine, I cup your face in my hand and look into your beautiful blue eyes.
My dick is screaming, pounding hard, wanting to get inside of you. I nudge your opening. You’re right here…I’m so close to being in you…
“There’s no going back after this,” I whisper, and I can’t be sure if I said that to you or to myself.
I slide inside of you. One long, deep pump of my hips has me thrusting through hot, wet heat, all the way to the hilt.
“Ah—oh, Coe…”
You still.
I still.
I’m seated deep in you, your tight cunt clamping down on me. I force myself to give you a minute to adjust. But you don’t take a minute. You kiss me. Pressing your lips against my jaw, my cheek, my mouth. Surging your tongue, trying to drink me down. You rock your hips against mine. Up, down. Little movements, your sweet pussy coating me.
I can’t hold back anymore.
And you clearly want it. You’re ready for more.
“Shay.” Your name is the only word I get out before pulling back and thrusting forward. Your tits bounce, your breath stalls. I do it again. And again. Retreating from your body until just the tip is at your entrance, then pounding back all the way to the root.
No other woman has ever felt this good.
No other moment has ever had me on the brink of begging to come. To never come. I don’t want this to end. But my balls tighten and I’m close to coming sooner than I was hoping.
I reach between us with one hand and spread open your pussy lips so that your clit directly hits and rubs against my lower stomach.
Burying my cock deep, I rock against you. Your clit is swelling against me while your sheath is raining down. Jesus, you’re wet. I feel you tense, your inner walls flex and tighten.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come all over me,” I say.
Then with sharp, deep pumps, I drop my head to suck your tit into my mouth. That does it. You scream my name and come hard. Your lithe little body spasming against me. Your cunt squeezes me, soaking me with your orgasm.
Fuck, you’re even tighter and feel better than anything.
Your fingernails rack across my back and I’m a goner.
My dick twitches and I come like a damn fire hose. I grip the back of the couch because I’m afraid I’d hurt you with how hard I’m hanging on. I thrust hard once, twice, then finally, as the last jet of come escapes me, I pump even deeper.
A haze surrounds my brain and the sting of your nails in my back has me wanting to stay right here and fuck you until I’m out of energy. Until I can’t see anything but your eyes.
It’s over. Tonight is over. Your virginity is over. But God damn it, I just want to stay inside you a little longer…
Chapter 4
My stock car is sounding good. Getting race ready. We still have several weeks, but there’s always something to tune up. I just picked her up from my brother in town after he tweaked a couple of things under the hood. I’m taking her out around my desert track to practice once I get through town. The loud muffler distracts me enough so that my thoughts aren’t strictly about you.
Sort of.
I’m still thinking of last night. Of how you came hard. How your skin smells. I already miss your long hair draped over my couch like flames. Every time you arched your back or swayed your head, those fiery strands flickered across the cream fabric.
So much for not thinking of you.
It’s a small town. I’m bound to see you. Of course, now that you’re all I think about, I feel like I see you more often. Like now. Walking down the street, a bag of groceries in your arms.
I pull alongside you, my window is down.
“Hey,” I call to you.
You smile but continuing looking forward and walking.
“Hi.”
Playing coy? Alright, I can play too. I keep pace with you. The strings of your cut-off shorts dance across your creamy thighs.
“You’re going to get sunburned, baby.”
Your smile widens, but still you don’t look at me. You like it when I call you, “baby.” Are you thinking about when I called you that last night while I was inside of you?
“I could use a little color,” you say.
The thought makes me shudder. You don’t need anything. You’re perfect. Your skin is perfect. You’re not the kind to lay out and tan or get your hair dyed. You’re natural, Shay. Pure.
“Why so smiley today?” I ask
With the bag of groceries hugged against your stomach, you shrug your shoulder. “Just wondering if everyone can tell.”
“Tell what?” I ask.
“That I’m not the same woman I was twenty-four hours ago. I feel it. I’m…” You sigh and finally look at me. “I’m happy. I feel good in my body. Even though it’s a little sore.”
I left you sore and you seem happy about it. So, I can’t be upset. I like the idea, actually. Does that make me a bastard, Shay? That I like that I’m still all over you. That we have our secret, but you can still feel me.
I can still feel you, you know. And I miss being inside you already. You feel far away right now after last night. And looking at your body in the light of day, knowing my hands have been all over it, I can’t be sorry. I will later. My judgment will sink in and I’ll realize that I’m still an asshole and you’re still young and pure. I’ve only dirtied you. But you look so fresh. So happy.
God, I want your skin around mine again.
Now.
“Can I give you a lift home?”
You stop and face me. “You can get me close.”
I know what you mean and you’re right. I can’t pull up to your house with your grandmother home and drop you off. She’d be pissed and I don’t want her to hate me more and have her start telling you to stay away from me. Even though she’d be right.
I don’t want to cause problems. But I’ll take what I can get.
“Deal,” I say and reach over to open the passenger side door. “But I want a few minutes of your time before I take you straight home.”
“What do you have in mind?” you ask, fastening your seatbelt and laying the bag of groceries at your feet.
“Something fast that’ll make you scream,” I promise and speed out of tow
n toward the desert.
We pass the outskirts, go beyond any sign of human life, and straight to the open land I know well. The only thing you see for miles is the dusty desert floor, disturbed by my tire marks from previous practicing.
I stop and reach over to make sure your belt is fastened tightly.
“Ready?” I ask.
You smile wide. “Absolutely!”
I peel out and hit the gas hard. We blaze fast out into nothing. The dust kicking up and creating a brown cloud in my rearview. You smile, but we’re not even close to through. I hit the break and pull right. We tailspin out in the desert, flecks of dirt spraying up. That smattering sound, screeching tires, and your laugh in my ears is the best combination I’ve ever heard. That’s a sweet damn sound, Shay. You hang on to the handle above the door and scream with glee. I kick the car into low gear and pick up speed again. All my weight on the gas, I hit a hundred and your pretty mouth goes wide, your smile big and a little terrified. Something you need to get used to with me.
I slow it up and yank the wheel enough to take a tight turn, but not to kick out the rear.
You grab my arm and laugh.
You’re having fun. I’m giving you fun. I like providing that. Whatever it is I can provide—at least it’s something.
We’re truly in the middle of nowhere and I come to a stop. Dust still settling around the car.
“That was awesome!” you yell. You unbuckle yourself and hurry to get out of the car. “I want to see the tracks.”
I get out too and stay near you by the car. You look around at the ground. Light wind blows your hair around. You’re a desert goddess, you know that?
“What you can do is incredible, Coe.” You face me. “You could be a professional.”
“That’s the dream.” I mentally calculate how many sponsors it’d take to upgrade my racing car. I’m amateur, but it gets me by and I love the rush.
“You’re making your dream happen. You’re doing well. And your race coming up is another step in that direction.”
“How do you know about my race?”
“Everyone knows,” you say shyly.
I cup your hips and pull you closer.
“I think you can do anything in the world, Coe Anders. And I think you have so much talent and energy in you to get whatever you want.”
