by Keyes, Janae
Shaking off the memories, I thought about my plans for the evening. We would do everything at Megan’s pace. If she wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t force her. It was hard to admit at first, but now, I embraced my feelings for Megan. She had awoken a part of me that had died in Europe. I felt connected with her in a way that I had never felt with Chloe. If she wanted to wait ten years, I knew I’d wait for her.
But, the matter of her parents would be a problem for not only her, but for us. They, of course, knew of my struggles in Europe, and although it had been proven I was innocent, they still wouldn’t want me with their daughter. We would have to find a way to either convince them, or sneak around as long as we could. I didn’t relish the idea of the latter, but I didn’t know how we would achieve the former.
With only ten minutes to go until the fireworks started, I called out to Kyle.
“Hey, Bro. You ready?”
Walking in, I noticed a slight change in him.
“Are you? Did you? Did you do something to your hair? And dear God, are you wearing aftershave?” I busted out laughing.
“You’re a right asshole, you know that, Spencer?” he said, flipping me the bird.
“I’m just fucking with you, Kyle, you look good, Bro,” I responded, still chuckling. “Taken a fancy to Joe, have you?”
“She’s fucking gorgeous,” was his only reply.
“Well, let’s go to our girls then,” I said, winking at him.
When we arrived at the overly crowded destination on the beach, I scanned the crowd, looking for my beautiful girl. It didn’t take long for me to see her. She’d straightened her hair, the wind picking up locks of it and brushing it around her back. Her smile was radiant as she peered into the starless sky, waiting for the moment the show would start. Creeping around behind her, I snuck up and wrapped my arms around her waist, my nose going to her neck.
“EEEEEEEP,” she squealed, nearly jumping out of her skin.
“Relax, Peaches, it’s just me,” I whispered into her ear.
Turning around, the sparkle in her eye gave me pause. She looked happier than I had ever seen her before. She looked radiant.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, Spencer Grant,” she said, playfully swatting my arm.
“You look beautiful tonight, Peaches,” I said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. I didn’t know where her parents were, and the beach was too crowded with people to give her what I wanted.
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she blushed.
“Where are your parents?” I asked, needing to know my limit of touching during the fireworks.
“They are up on the balcony watching tonight. They won’t be able see us,” she whispered.
“Thank fuck for that,” I said before my lips crushed onto hers.
Fuck the people around us, I needed to feel her lips on mine.
“Get a fucking room,” I heard Joe yell from next to us, causing the surrounding people to turn our way.
“You’re one to talk, Joe,” Megan said to her, making me turn my head.
My mouth dropped open in shock as I saw Kyle pressed into Jaylesha’s back, with his arms wrapped around her waist, his mouth kissing up and down Joe’s slender neck.
“Well, that was fast,” I whispered into Megan’s ear. She just shrugged.
I didn’t get to ask her what she meant by her silent response because, just then, the fireworks started, right above our head, and we all looked up to watch them.
It was obvious that Megan was in hog heaven, enjoying herself immensely. Every time a loud, over the top, firework appeared, she would bounce a little. It was amazing watching her, but with every bounce, she was making my dick a little harder with her butt pressed up against me.
Moving her hair off her shoulder, I waited until a small lull in the show before I whispered, “You driving me nuts, woman.”
Her head turned to me, showing me her perplexed look, until I grabbed her waist a little tighter and pressed her, harshly, into my erection.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, pressing into me harder, involuntarily grinding her hips.
“If you’re not careful, Peaches, I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and haul you back to the guest house,” I growled.
I didn’t think it was possible, but her response hardened me further. “Yes, please.”
* * *
I didn’t throw her over my shoulder, since I didn’t want to cause a scene, but I did take a step back, before reaching for her hand and marching towards the guest house. Both Joe and Kyle laughed at us, but I didn’t give a fuck. If this was what Megan wanted, then I was going to rock her world.
We made it back in record time, and as soon as the world was shut behind us, Megan jumped up into my arms and attacked my mouth with her own. I hadn’t been expecting it, and couldn't help the way I pushed her back into the door harsher than I had anticipated. She apparently didn’t care, as her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands fisted in my hair.
This was a side of Megan I didn’t know, and I was pretty sure it was a side she had never unleashed before, but it didn’t fucking matter because it was hot, and both of us were into it. Running my hand up her leg, I let my fingers snake under her dress and push aside her thong. She was already dripping and ready for me.
Keeping my mouth on hers, I searched out her clit and rubbed circles around it as lightly as I could. I wanted her warmed up and ready for the main course.
Sooner than I anticipated, I felt Megan tense, making me pick up speed. She was reactive to me in every way and I revelled in it. With one final circle, she detonated around my fingers and came all over my hand, panting into my mouth.
When she finally came down from her orgasm, I pulled my hand out from under her dress and placed my fingers in my mouth.
Scrumptious.
“Peaches,” I groaned as she attempted to wiggle her ass against my board shorts. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
“Ok,” was all the response I got.
With her legs still wrapped around me, and her tongue back to attacking mine, I carried her into my room for the weekend, and placed her softly on the bed to hover over her.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, not wanting to push her in any way to do anything more than we’d just done.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Spencer. I want you. Right now.”
And to try and drive her point home, she pushed on my shoulder, making me sit back on my knees, before she sat up and in one quick fluid motion, stripped off her dress, revealing the sexiest black lingerie I’d ever seen in my life.
Two thin straps caressed her shoulders, before travelling down to connect with a sheer piece of material that hugged her body until it stopped, in the middle of her thighs. The material had two slits over each breast tied together with a pearl blue bow just barely covering the gift underneath, and one large slit that ran the length of the piece with multiple shiny bows. She was like my very own present to unwrap, and I was going to take my time.
Throwing off my own shirt, I lightly pushed Megan back down on the bed and started with her neck.
“Do you know”
Kiss
“How fucking beautiful”
Kiss
“You look”
Kiss
“Right now?”
Kiss
She didn’t respond, only arched up to meet my lips, demanding as much as I would give her. Her first time would be perfect, and I would do everything I could to ease the pain she would inevitably feel.
When I got to the first bow on her left, I carefully plucked at the end of the ribbon, and pulled, watching the material separate and grant me my first present.
Her pert nipple peeked out, begging to be kissed, and I lowered my mouth on to her. I started slowly, kissing and licking the taut flesh around it, before suckling it into my mouth and circling it with my tongue. My other hand grabbed onto the other bow and pulled, releasing her other nipple into my waiting
fingers.
Back and forth I travelled, giving each one the same attention, while Megan squirmed and moaned her delight. My cock pressed against my shorts, begging to be released, but it would have to wait. Tonight was about Megan’s satisfaction, and I’d be damned if I wouldn’t make her come multiple times before I sunk myself into her dripping heat.
“Spencer, please,” she moaned above me, her fingers intertwined in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Patience, Peaches. I promise, you’ll get what you need,” I said, blowing onto her right nipple, causing her to shudder.
Moving down her body, her head came up and watched as I opened every bow with my teeth, before placing a searing kiss to her heated skin. Once every ribbon was parted, revealing her caramel skin underneath, I couldn’t stop myself from pulling up the fabric from the bottom to get my first glance at her perfection.
Her head fell back and her arm went across her face as I parted her folds to reveal the pink inside. She was perfect and smelled of honey, and I dipped my tongue out for another taste. Her initial embarrassment must have gone away because with just one lick, she was arching off the bed and pushing into my mouth greedily.
Message received, Peaches, get ready for the ride of your life!
Finding her sensitive clit, I licked her from top to bottom, before spearing her with my tongue to collect her sweet juices. Over and over, round and round, I continued, licking up and down before diving in to fuck her with my mouth. She was close again, there was no doubt about it, as her hands gripped the sheets underneath her, her knuckles turning white. Ready to lap up the remnants of her pleasure, I spread her legs wider, and gave her one last tease with my tongue before sliding one digit into her core and then grazing her clit with my teeth.
All at once, her lower half lifted off the bed completely as her inner walls clamped down on my fingers, and her come doused my mouth. Her cries of pleasure only heightened my need for her, my cock near to begging to be set free from it’s confines.
After I had rocked her down from her climax, I stood off the bed, and yanked my board shorts down, my dick springing free, before climbing back up her body to kiss her lips.
“Taste your pleasure, Peaches. It’s fucking delicious,” I said, attacking her mouth with my own. We stayed like that for only a minute before my eager cock started twitching with anticipation. The head of my shaft was already nudging at her entrance, begging to be buried deep within.
“I’m on birth control, Spencer,” she whispered into my mouth. “Please, I need you inside of me, now.”
“I’m clean,” I said to her. “I was tested when I got back from Europe,” my hips rocking into her slowly.
“I trust you,” she replied, causing my heart to leap up out of my chest.
“Look at me, Peaches,” I commanded.
When her gaze met mine, and we looked into each other’s souls, I slowly pressed into her. Inch, by agonizing inch, I took my time stretching her, trying desperately not to cause her any pain. When I found myself pressed up against her barrier, I leaned down and took her lips into my own, distracting her while I broke through.
Her yelp of shock rocked me to my core as I started to withdraw.
“Don’t you dare, Spencer,” her throaty voice said, her hands wrapped around my ass, keeping me seated deep inside, her eyes scrunched up in obvious pain, breaking my heart a little more.
“Are you ok?” I asked, scared of her answer.
“I will be,” she said through deep breaths. “Give me a minute.”
As excruciating as it was, I kept myself still, waiting for her to give me the ok. No matter how hard this was for me, I knew it was ten times harder for Megan.
It didn’t take long for her body to relax, and her hips to start moving of their own accord.
“I’m good Spencer, please, move. I need you to move.”
With her permission granted, I pulled out slightly before dipping back in. Over and over, I’d pull out a little further and then coast my way back into her, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her skin on my mouth, I needed my hands to feel every piece of her flesh. I roamed her body with my fingers, and kissed every available piece of exposed flesh while I continued plunging in and out of her.
“Spencer, I need more,” she gasped. “Please, harder.”
My brain shut down and my body took over as I balanced myself on my hands and fulfilled her request. Pulling my cock all the way out, I thrust back into her, before pulling out again. I wasn’t going to last much longer; her tight body was driving me insane. Reaching between us, I pinched her clit between my fingers, and slammed into her harder and harder. As it was before, her body tensed up with her impending release, causing me to push into her faster. I didn’t want our encounter to end too soon, but it seemed as if neither of us could slow down. Too wrapped up in our moment, we raced each other to the finish line.
Once she hit the peak, begging to tumble over, I released her clit, and lifted her legs over my shoulders, and with three quick thrusts and a flick to her sensitive bud, we both plummeted. Her inner walls latched onto my pulsating dick and squeezed out every drop of come it could get.
“Fuck, Megan!” I shouted, panting through the single most intense orgasm of my life. Nothing, and noone had ever made me feel this good in my entire existence, and I’d be damned if anything would ever get in our way. Megan was now mine, from here on out, for as long as she would have me.
When both of us had ridden our mutual waves of satisfaction, I pulled out of her and collapsed down on Megan’s side, my arm falling over her body. I closed my eyes and willed my breathing to return to normal. I wanted to find out if she enjoyed herself, and most of all, I needed to make sure I hadn’t hurt her too much.
Opening my eyes, a sense of dread filling my entire being. There, on her cheek, was a solitary tear.
“Megan, are you? Are you crying?”
Oh, God. What have I done?
Chapter Twelve
Megan
I couldn’t think. Thoughts were intangible to me in the moment. I wanted to speak, but words failed me. Everything about what Spencer had given me was absolutely wonderful, and I couldn’t describe it. I was on top of the world and next to me was the man who’d given me the world.
“Peaches, Baby, are you okay?” His voice was laced with pure and loving concern for me. He leaned into me and wiped my tears away. Nobody had ever cared for me in such an impassioned manner.
“I’m fine,” I whispered as I slowly pulled my body into an upright position, wincing a bit at my sore nether regions; it was a much different feeling than I was used to having.
Spencer’s arms encircled me and pulled me close to his body on the side of the bed. My emotions began to spill over at once. I tried to hold them in, though I couldn’t help it. My tears flowed freely and, out of embarrassment, I pressed my face to Spencer’s bare chest.
“Megan, talk to me,” Spencer murmured into my hair as I tried to control my hitched and struggling breath. I lifted my head and his sapphire eyes met mine promptly. “Breathe with me, slowly,” he instructed as he began to breath in and out at a calm pace. I followed his breathing. “Tell me, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that I’m in love with you,” I confessed to him.
Not giving him a chance to respond, I jumped from the bed and rushed towards the bathroom in the corner of the room. Luckily, I remembered the layout of the beach house from spending summers in it with my parents as a kid.
I sat on the toilet and cried into my hands; I was a loser. Looking back on how I saw the moment in my head, telling Spencer that I loved him; it looked nothing like that moment. I wanted something different, I never intended to blurt it out the way I did. Spencer was probably planning on how to get rid of me already.
The door to the bathroom opened, Spencer strode in, his boxer shorts on. He came to me and pulled me into a standing position. His firm arms secured me to him and he planted kisses on my forehead.
> “You’re a fucking treasure, Megan. I mean it.” Spencer smoothed any hair from in front of my face and lifted my chin.
“So, you aren’t ready to run away from me?” I questioned, which evoked a laugh from Spencer. He planted a strong kiss on my lips that nearly knocked me from me feet, though I didn’t as his strong hands caught me. He leaned me onto the wall, his body pressed hard against mine.
“You can’t get rid of me that easy, Peaches,” he growled onto my lips before taking a nibble at my bottom lip. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Spencer took my hand as he led me towards the large shower. He turned on the water and allowed it to warm. For a moment, he left the bathroom and returned with a large fluffy white robe and what looked like the bed sheets. He began to stuff the sheets in the hamper and my eyes went wide as I spotted a small stain of what I knew was blood.
“Is that mine? The blood, is it mine?” I asked in a panic.
“It is,” he answered me.
“I’m so sorry about the sheets.”
Spencer laughed, it was a laugh straight from his belly. I swore he was nearly in tears as he cackled away.
“What’s so funny?” I demanded, my hand on my hip.
“Your fucking blood is on the sheet and you aren’t worried about yourself, but the fucking sheet,” he shook his head at me. He slipped off his boxers and came towards me and the shower.
Opening the glass shower door, the steam engulfed the room as he began to pull me with him. My eyes studied him through the steam. His chest already glistened with beads of water.
“Honestly, are you okay?” He asked me.
“I’m fine, I am. A little sore, but I’m fine and happy.” It was impossible to not smile at that man. I knew I loved him and I loved him hard.
“Good.”
Spencer came to me with a towel and body wash. He lathered up the small towel and inched towards me. Beginning to soap my body down, I relaxed with each motion, feeling the love he gave to me by taking care of me.
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