I snatched my hand away and rubbed my smarting palm.
His nostrils flared as he slowly turned to face me again. He was right. He was so right it pissed me off. I wanted him, but I was too much of a prude to do anything about it. I was too much of a virgin. I’d spent my teenage years saving myself for the ideal man, and I was pissed that I’d gone and fallen for a guy who was nothing like the idyllic guy I’d waited for.
Backing away from him, he followed me step for step until my back met the linen closet door.
Suddenly, I felt sober. My aggression had melted my buzz away. My breathing picked up as I waited for him to react, but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at me as if I was lower than the floor beneath our feet and then he shocked me.
Leaning in quickly, his lips covered mine. He kissed me feverishly, his tongue meeting mine in a hot melding of soft lips and clashing teeth. My inhibitions melted away, and I found myself clawing at his jersey—needing him closer to my body—needing him in a way that made my legs weak and my thighs ache.
Things moved quickly as he slung the door beside me open and moved us into the empty room, slamming the door behind us. A single light lit the small room and my eyes moved over the sparse décor. A single bed was against the wall, and a dresser covered with pictures and clutter was in the corner. I didn’t know who the owner of the room was, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around Sawyer’s neck and kissed him back as he pressed my back into the door and grabbed at my hips.
He devoured me, his tongue doing wicked things and his lips moving over mine methodically. He was an amazing kisser, his full lips soft and sweet and his tongue like velvet. Pulling at the end of his jersey, I pushed my hands beneath the fabric, running my fingers across his hard abs. His muscles jerked beneath my touch, and he moaned against my mouth, the sound dark and manly.
Pulling away, he looked down at me, his eyes full of desperation. “Gretchen?”
His voice was whispered as he basically asked if I was sure.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I pulled his lips back to mine and kissed him hard, giving him all the answers he needed. He pressed against me, his hips grinding into me and pulling embarrassing noises from the back of my throat. I didn’t care, though. He felt too good to stop.
Cool air rushed up my thigh as he slowly lifted the bottom of my costume, and his warm fingers sent tingles up my spine and goosebumps down my leg as he ran a single finger up the soft skin above my knee.
“This fucking costume,” he muttered against my lips.
I assumed he liked it. But when his finger continued its journey, sliding across my fevered flesh until he was running it along the lace on the edge of my boy shorts, I knew that was indeed the case.
I was panting, my mouth open as he nibbled on my lips and worked his way down over my chin to the side of my neck.
Nothing.
Nothing had felt so good in all my life.
Moisture gathered between my legs and the tiny nub nestled between my folds throbbed so hard I was afraid it would rupture. Still, his finger traced the edge of my boy shorts until I was practically thrusting myself against his hand.
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.
I exploded.
Lights flashed behind my closed lids and words I’d never used in my life spilled from my lips. I bore down on his fingers and pressed his mouth to my center so hard I was sure he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t let up. He kept going until I was a shaking, stuttering mess. I panted his name over and over again, sure that I’d never felt anything so incredible.
When the wave was over, he pulled away from me and stood. His eyes moved over my flushed, dazed face, and a look of pure satisfaction covered his expression. My fingers reached for the button of his jeans, and he covered my hand with his palm. I was ready for more, whatever more entailed, and I couldn’t understand why he was stopping me. For weeks, he’d been trying to get in my panties and finally I was allowing that.
“No, not here. Not like this.” His voice was pained.
“Yes,” I said, moving for his button again. I didn’t need him trying to play the hero and protect my virginal state. That was not what Sawyer was about, and I wasn’t about to let him start now. “Here. Right now.”
Indecision struck his expression and he held my hand still as he searched my eyes.
“I need you, Sawyer.”
My words sounded desperate and needy. My body hummed with satisfaction, my insides throbbing and begging for his intrusion. I was sure my reaction to him would embarrass me later, but at that moment, all that mattered was feeling him inside me.
He moved his hand away from mine slowly and nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the zipper down. Reaching inside, I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and he dropped his head to my shoulder in a hiss.
“Fuck, Gretchen.” He bit into my shoulder, making my skin sting. “Feel how hard I am? That’s what you do to me, baby.” He nipped at my earlobe, his heated breath rushing in my ear. “You’re making me crazy.”
I worked my hand up and down, feeling him go even harder in my grasp, and words I never thought I’d say rushed from me.
“Fuck me, Sawyer. I want to feel you inside me.”
He leaned back, his eyes moving over my face to be sure, and then he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and got a condom.
Anxiety hit me, and my fingers slowed down.
“Don’t stop,” he said, ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth. “The bed?” he asked.
My eyes shifted to the stranger’s bed, and briefly, my mind went over all the possible gross things that could have occurred on there. Quickly, I decided against it. “No. Here.”
Getting fucked up against a door in hooker boots
and a referee costume wasn’t ideal for my first time, but then again, Sawyer was the last person I expected I’d be giving my virginity to.
He nodded as he pushed his jeans down over his thighs. I moved my hand, giving him space to roll the condom over his length, and then he moved closer, his large body pressing against mine.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, baby,” he stated, leaving no doubts in my mind.
He was all alpha male, and as much I’d always thought I’d hate that, I didn’t.
In fact, I loved it.
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and wrapped my legs around his waist. I was open to him, cold air filling me seconds before he did. I squeaked at the sting of his body pushing up into mine in one swift movement, and he stiffened in my arms.
“Fuck. Sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asked, breathlessly. “I’m not used to taking it easy.”
“I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
He pulled back and pressed into me again and again it stung a bit.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
I nodded, my words stuck in the back of my throat with my nerves.
He placed a soft kiss on my cheek before moving down and sucking sweetly on the side of my neck. And then he moved again, in and out, stretching me as he fit himself inside.
“Fuck, Gretchen, you feel so good,” he whispered against my skin. “So tight. So wet. I’ve never … fuck.”
And then he was kissing me again, his lips moving against mine as he thrust his body into me in the most perfect rhythm. His fingers dug into my ass and held me still as he took me against the door. I latched my arms around his neck and kissed him back until the pain edged away and the pleasure became too much. It was either kiss him or breathe.
He pumped me, filling me so completely and hitting every nerve ending in my passage. I leaned my head back against the door, the feeling of another release creeping over me.
It was too much.
It felt too good.
“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel your pussy tighten all around me.”
Reaching between us, he worked his thumb against my swollen nub, sending the sensations into overdrive. A noise I’d never made before pushed past my lips, and he began to thrust faster. I panted in pleasure like an animal, air rushing in and out so fast I began to feel dizzy.
A beautiful ache gathered at my center, spreading into my thighs and the base of my spine.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
Yes, begged. Because I wasn’t sure I could stand it if he stopped.
He sped up, his body pounding into mine, and shaking the door on its hinges. The ache grew until I wasn’t sure it could fit inside me anymore, and then it exploded. I came, my body gripping at his as if it were my savior. I cried out his name and dug my nails into his flesh pulling a loud growl from him.
“Fuck, yes,” he roared.
And then he pushed up into me hard and paused, a look of absolute rapture on his face as he came. His body shook, and he dropped his forehead onto my shoulder, his breath rushing out in loud pants. The room was silent, except for the sounds of our breaths, and the music on the other side of the door.
Leaning back, he looked at me, his eyes capturing mine in a serious way. He looked at me as though he’d never seen me before—as if for the first time since we’d met he was seeing the real me. I’d never seen Sawyer look like this. I’d never seen the strong determination in his eyes, and truthfully, I liked it.
Then his eyes softened, and he shocked me as he captured my cheek in his palm and ran his thumb over my lips.
“Gretchen,” he whispered my name like a prayer.
And then he kissed me.
It was slow.
It was sweet.
It was perfect.
There was nothing like Gretchen in a sexy referee costume. I’d imagined it many times, but seeing and imagining were two different things. I slowly realized my imagination sucked ass because my thoughts had nothing on the actual thing.
Her legs looked longer, her boots going up to her knees. And the bottom of her costume landed high on her thighs, allowing me and everyone else in the room a brief peek of black, tiny shorts every time she moved.
I spent the night trying to keep my eyes off her and trying to keep my hard-on under control beneath Christine’s lap. Of course, I didn’t hide it well, and she spent the night smiling thinking she was the reason for my engorged cock. I wasn’t about to tell her any differently.
Then shit shifted and I found myself in a screaming match with Gretchen.
It was hot.
Once I had her in the room and she was begging me to fuck her, I was done. There was no way I could have walked away from her then. I didn’t have that kind of self-control. I didn’t want that kind of self-control.
Adjusting our clothes, I held Gretchen’s hand as we left the room, moved through the party, and left through the front door. Eyes were on us, and when we passed Christine, the girl I was originally taking home, she muttered the word asshole and turned to go back into the living room.
It hadn’t been my intention for things go down the way they had, but once I felt how soaked she was for me, I couldn’t stop myself. I’d waited too long for her, and my body was strung tight from not finding any real pleasure with any other woman.
It was amazing.
She didn’t disappoint, her tight, wet body wrapping around me like a glove and milking me so hard I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. It had never been like that with any other woman. I’d never come so hard in all my life. I’d never come so fast.
I helped her climb into my truck, my hands on her hips, and I got a peek of her wet panties as she adjusted herself in the seat. Pride moved over me. I’d done that. I’d made her come so hard twice that her sweet juices were flowing from her body and coating my tongue and cock.
It was a thing of beauty.
Going around to the driver’s side, I climbed up and slammed my door.
“Want me to take you home?” I asked, hoping that she’d say no.
I wasn’t done with her. I wanted more, but at the same time, I didn’t think it was wise to push her. It was her first time. I was sure she was in a bit of a shock, and her body was probably sore. I’d meant to take it easier on her, but once she was gripping me and begging me not to stop, I let loose, forgetting completely that it might hurt.
I was a selfish dick.
I wasn’t going to do that again.
“I don’t want to go home.” She nervously played with the trim at the bottom of her costume.
I swallowed hard, this usually being the time that I’d insist the girl go home and I go my own way. But this time was different. Even though I knew I wasn’t getting any more for the rest of the night, I didn’t want to let her go.
“My place?”
She nodded, sending satisfaction through me.
I cranked my truck, and we headed toward my place. The ride was quiet, so I flipped on the radio. Luke Bryan filled the cab of my truck, singing about girls who reminded me of Gretchen.
I smiled to myself knowing what a prize she was and happy that I’d finally won her.
When we pulled into the driveway, she unhooked her seat belt and prepared to open the door to jump down. I reached out, stopping her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
It had been too easy.
After weeks of trying to get in her panties, she just fell into my palm without me even trying. It felt right—so fucking right, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel like maybe I’d taken advantage of her. She had been drinking, obviously by her open display of jealousy. I wanted to be sure that she understood what had gone down.
She grinned over at me, her tongue peeking out and swiping at her bottom lip. “Are you going to take me inside and kiss me again or are we going to sit in this truck all night?
I worked circles on the soft skin of her upper arms and smiled. “Okay. Let’s go in
side.”
The guys were still at the party, and the house was completely dark and quiet. Flipping on the kitchen light, I pulled open the refrigerator and reached for two bottles of water.
“You thirsty?”
She nodded and wrapped her fingers around the cold bottle, her fingers touching mine.
I shut the refrigerator door, and as soon as I turned, she was in my arms. Pulling my face down to hers, she kissed me. I put the forgotten water bottle on the counter and wrapped my arms around her.
She was so fucking sweet—so ready for more.
Lifting her, I put her on the kitchen counter and moved between her legs. I could feel her warm center pressing against me, reminding me once more that I did that to her. Instead of pushing for more, I kissed her deeply and let her small hands explore my body.
I stood there rigid, my cock hard and throbbing, my balls tight, as she ran her hands up my chest and pulled my jersey over my head. Her eyes moved over my body, her fingertips following the lines of my tattoos and muscles, and I loved the way she openly gawked at my physique. It wasn’t like with the other girls; she wasn’t in awe of me. I could tell by the honesty in her eyes when she touched me that she hadn’t slept with me to further her status on campus.
Gretchen really cared about me.
The fucked-up part about it was seeing her emotions in her eyes didn’t scare me away.
It pulled me closer to her.
We spent the night making out like high schoolers in my bed. Rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb, I made her come once more and grinned as she gripped at me and squirmed in my bed. The way she called my name when she came all over my hands was fucking perfect. We were naked, and my hard cock was pressing against her thigh. She reached for it, ready to return the favor, but I stopped her.
“But what about you?” she asked.
It was adorable how she was so worried about making me feel good too. Little did she know, her pleasure was my own.
She was tired; her eyes and smile sleepy. It was three in the morning, and we both needed to rest.
“Don’t worry about me,” I said, kissing the tip of her perky nose. “Get some sleep, beautiful.”
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