First Time

by Lynn Burke

  “You relax.” I smiled and took the clothing from her. “I’ll take care of it.”

  “Thank you.”

  I didn’t turn away until she shut the door. Acting like a love-struck teenager, Cooney, I told myself. Get a grip.

  Her clothing smelled like Dunks with a hint of Becky beneath. I dropped the bundle on top of the washer, and a flash of bright pink caught my eye. She’d given me her panties. I pulled them from between her crumpled up black pants and lifted them to my nose.

  My cock sprang back to attention, and I groaned at the musky scent of her pussy clinging to the cotton lining. Drooling like a fucking dog, I sniffed again, filling my lungs with her sweetness.

  How the fuck would I sleep knowing she lay in my bed with nothing but a t-shirt between her and my sheets?

  “Fuck.” Grumbling, I threw her clothes in the wash and forced my mind on the big account I hoped to close before the week ended. A nice fat bonus lay in my future if I could make it happen. Once my cock hung semi-limp along my left thigh, I strolled back into the living room.

  No Becky.

  My bedroom door was still wide open like I’d left it. Becky sat on the edge of the bed, hands in her lap, wet hair hanging around her heart-shaped face.

  “Better?” I asked, moving to her side.

  “Yes. Thank you.” Pink still tinged her cheeks, and she wouldn’t look at me.

  “I got you more water,” I said, motioning toward the glass on the stand she must have already seen, but I didn’t know what to say or do. “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  I hesitated a few seconds before turning away. “Anything…” I said again, hating what my voice hinted at, but unable to stop myself. I closed the door behind me without a backward glance.

  One heavy exhale, and I grumbled my way across the living room.

  The couch was no feather bed. The clock ticked, louder and louder as I strained for noises from the bedroom. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to count sheep.

  Tick, tock, one, two…

  Tick tock, tickety-tock. Ninety-seven, ninety-eight.

  I rolled to my side and punched my pillow.

  It was going to be a long fucking night.

  “Daniel?”

  I hadn’t heard the bedroom door open. “Yeah?” I sat up.

  Becky stood in the door, the moonlight pouring in through the living room windows casting her in a half-halo of angelic aura. My gaze latched onto the hem of my t-shirt caressing her upper thighs.

  She wrung her hands at her waist, drawing my gaze upward. “Are you okay?”

  “N-no.”

  I climbed off the couch and went to her, drawing her into my arms. She smelled like my shampoo, my soap, but the sweet scent of her skin clung beneath, thickening my damn cock. I kept my hips well back from her body.

  Becky trembled in my arms but heaved a heavy breath as I kissed the top of her head. “Would you sleep with me?”

  My cock jerked.

  “I mean, I don’t want to be alone, and…” The words tumbled from her lips then faded off.

  “Sure,” I said, smoothing my hand down her back. I would suffer blue balls all night long laying atop the blankets if it meant she would rest peacefully.

  I grabbed my pillow and went into the bedroom to find she had already pulled back the comforter. Beneath the sheets it would be, then. Jaw clenched, I climbed into the bed beside her curled form. She lay with her back toward me and scooted closer when I didn’t touch her.

  Not needing a second invite, I curled around her back, keeping my raging hard-on from brushing against her lush ass. I laid one arm over the dip of her waist, fist curled to keep from running my palm up and over the t-shirt covering breasts I had dreamed of sliding my cock between.

  Another clench of my jaw kept my groan contained.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, snuggling back against me, bringing the globes of her ass right against my groin. She stilled, her body tensing beneath my hand.

  I didn’t know if I should apologize or flex my hips so she could feel what she did to me. I did neither, and clenched my eyes shut, focusing on breathing.

  Becky didn’t pull away, but let out a shuddering sigh. “Are you uncomfortable?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

  My cock jerked against her ass. “Only in the best way possible,” I choked out.

  She giggled a little—the first laughter I’d ever heard from her.

  I opened my eyes and smiled at the dim outline of her head. “Are you uncomfortable?”

  “Yes.”

  “In a good way or bad way?” I asked, still smiling.

  She wiggled her ass the slightest bit, and I let my groan fly, tightening my arm around her waist. “I’m going to have a very hard time trying to sleep if you keep moving like that.”

  More light laughter, but she sobered quickly. “Is it wrong of me to want you at a time like this?”

  I rolled Becky onto her back and propped on an elbow to peer down at her. Although darkness hovered over the bedroom, I could easily make out the purple bruise on her cheek. The long, silky lashes framing her wide, doe-like eyes. Her bowed lips, parted and needing to be kissed.

  I ran my fingertips along her jaw, down to the pulse thrumming in her neck. “Is it wrong for me to want you right now?”

  She stared at my mouth. “No,” she whispered.

  Tracing a fingertip over her lips, I swallowed. “Can I kiss you?”

  She lifted her head and brushed her lips across mine, and I sank my tongue into the sweetest mouth I had ever tasted. Blueberries? Strawberries? Whatever her flavor, I craved more, searching her tongue with mine, breathing her exhales deep into my lungs.

  With a moan, she relaxed in my hand cradling the back of her head, and I lowered her back to the mattress, my lips still fused to hers, my chest resting half against her softness. I nibbled, licked both bows of her lips, memorized every inch of her mouth with my tongue.

  A tentative touch on my waist enticed me to shift me closer, and she grasped at my t-shirt, holding tight.

  I rolled us onto our sides, running my hand along her curves and lifting her leg over my waist. Trailing open-mouth kisses along her jaw and down her neck, I pressed my leaking cock against her. The heat of her pussy seared me through my lounge pants, and I ground against her, groaning into her neck.

  She threaded her fingers through my hair, tugging the band from my ponytail. “Please,” she whispered, tangling her hand in my hair and pulling my head back up to kiss her eager lips.

  Thrusting my tongue in time with my hips, I slid my hand beneath the hem of her shirt, filling my palm with her plump ass. I squeezed and kneaded, and she whimpered in my hold, wiggling. Clinging. Her breath coming in pants against my lips.

  “I-I want you, Daniel. Please.”

  How the fuck was I supposed to say no? I rolled us over and settled between her thighs. One last brush of my lips and I sat back on my haunches, ripping off my shirt. She wiggled, pulling my t-shirt up over her own head, and her wince made me pause.

  “Shoulder still hurting?” I asked, running my hand over it while she set my shirt aside with her other hand.

  “Yes, but I forget about it when you’re kissing me.” Her dark eyes stared at me, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.

  The need in her gaze, the scent of her arousal rising from between her thighs pushed me to the edge, but I hesitated. “Are you sure this is what you want, Becky?”

  She nodded. “I need you to show me what it’s supposed to be like,” she whispered, hands grasping at the sheet beneath her.

  “There’s no going back from this,” I said, running my hands up the insides of her thighs, my gaze drifting down over her breasts with their hardened points, down over her stomach to the thatch of curls I couldn’t wait to bury my face in.

  My thumbs swept up along the apex of where her thighs met her labia. Wetness coated the pads of my thumbs
, and I trailed them back down as she lifted her hips with a moan.

  “No going back,” she gasped, lifting her hips again as I continued to tease with my up and down strokes. “Please.” She licked her lips. “I-I need…”

  I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bed stand. She lifted onto her elbows and watched as I rolled the rubber down over my length.

  “I-I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she whispered.

  Unable to help the sick satisfaction that I was bigger than Stephen made me grin. “Oh, I’ll fit.” I slid a finger deep into her tight heat, and my cock jerked. “You’re soaked for me.”

  Her eyes closed, and she ground against my palm fit tight against her pussy. “Yes.” She gasped as I slid my finger out.

  I shifted closer, closed my hands around her thighs, and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. “Look at me, Becky.”

  Her eyelashes fluttered open, and I slowly pressed in without hindrance.

  “O-oh…” She bit her lip, her dark, wide eyes latched onto mine as I sank into her tightness. “G-God.” A shudder rippled through her as I leaned over her, propped on an elbow, my other hand still gripping her thigh.

  Our gazes locked, the stillness before a hovering storm heightening my heartbeat. “There’s no going back,” I said, flexing my hips.

  “N-never.”

  I leaned in to kiss her, slow and languid while pulling out until only the head of my cock remained clamped by her quivering pussy. “You’re mine,” I whispered against her lips and slid back in deep, my pubic bone grinding against her clit.

  Her back bowed, and she cried into my mouth, the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock, tugging, enticing me to give over.

  I held onto my control, pulling out and sliding back in with slow strokes, drawing out her climax until she shivered beneath me, her breath catching. Nuzzling my lips beneath her ear, I fought for control, needing more. Needing the moment to last for eternity.

  “A-are you okay?” she asked, and I smiled against her neck.

  “Better than okay.” I grasped her thigh, nudging deep into her, and she gasped again. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.”

  She did as told, and I pulled out, angled my hips, and thrust in deeper.

  “Oh, God!” Her legs squeezed me. Hands grasped at my back. “Oh, yes.”

  I set a steady pace, thrusting and grinding against her softness. “I knew you would feel like heaven,” I said, planking over her and glancing down to where our bodies joined. Too dark in the bedroom for the erotic sight of my cock thrusting into her soaked pussy, but I had a good imagination, and the image in my mind spurred me on.

  Capturing her mouth with a groan, I upped my pace, rocking into her, digging my toes into the mattress to push in farther. “So fucking good…”

  She moaned, lifting her hips up to meet me.

  “I want you to come around my cock again.” I nipped her lower lip. “Tighten that sweet pussy around me and milk me dry.”

  Her back arched, thrusting her breasts against me, and I gave over to the need to release. I squeezed her tight, face buried in her soft neck, and thrust hard and fast, her body holding me in a vise grip.

  “I’m going to come!” she gasped and bit my shoulder, her cries and clenching pussy shattering my hold on sanity.

  Cum shot from my balls, and I grunted, slamming against her womb in short, fast thrusts in time with the cum shooting to fill the condom. Her cries and my groans mingled in my ears, and until my body relaxed against hers, I could have died a happy, satisfied man.

  Our breathing slowed, heartbeats calmed. I brushed my lips over the skin beneath her ear. “You okay?”

  “Mmm.”

  I lifted my head, my hair hanging around our faces. She smiled up at me, eyes sated and unshuttered. Even though I expected I knew what the emotion I felt filling my chest meant, I kept the truth to myself. Too much already, and I didn’t want to say the words too soon. In time, I told myself, sliding out of her warmth.

  “Stay here.” I kissed her parted lips. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up.”

  She sighed, and I hurried to the bathroom.

  Grinning like a fool, I took care of business and returned to the bed with a hot, wet cloth. Becky reached for it, but I shook my head and settled between her thighs again. I’d left the bathroom light on so I could see her better. Pink flushed her from head to toe, and I imagined the marks my ropes would indent in her skin, the flesh plumping between wraps I could squeeze and caress. I wiped her cum from between her thighs, and she shifted and sighed, her eyelashes closing to rest against her cheeks.

  I tossed the washcloth to the bed stand and stared down at the still swollen, reddened lips of her labia and the nub surrounded by black curls. “You’re beautiful,” I said, sweeping my thumb over her pubic bone.

  Drinking down the sigh and gasp escaping her lips when I thumbed her clit, I decided I hadn’t had nearly enough.

  I settled down onto my stomach and buried my nose in her pussy, breathing deep. Her sweet musk filled my senses, and I pulled back to slide my tongue up through her softness. Fresh arousal coated my tongue, and I lapped again, up and over her clit.

  Becky moaned and wrapped her fingers in my hair. “I-I’ve never felt like this before.”

  I blew over her damp curls. “How?”

  She licked her lips and lifted her head to peer down at me. “Like … an insatiable desire, a-a deep need inside…”

  I flicked my tongue over her hardened clit, and she lay back again, lower lip between her teeth. “Do you want to come again?” I asked, rimming her pussy with my fingertip.

  “Y-yes…”

  I pressed in deep and sucked her clit into my mouth.

  Her fingers ripped at my hair and her thighs pressed against the sides of my face.

  Turning my hand, I slid a second finger in, rubbing along the top of her vaginal wall.

  “God!” She squirmed beneath me, and I continued rubbing, grazing my teeth over her clit.

  “D-Daniel!” she convulsed, and a rush of cum coated my fingers.

  I lapped at the tangy juice, fucking her with my fingers until she relaxed her hold on my head and hair.

  While licking every trace of her cum off my fingers, I stared up at her relaxed face. A small smile lifted her lips.

  I would never get enough of Becky. Never.

  Chapter Ten

  Becky

  I drifted off to a dreamless, easy sleep, my mind quiet and peaceful for the first time in years. When consciousness returned, I found myself wrapped in tattooed arms, cocooned in warmth and safety.

  A sigh shuddered through me, and I turned to rub my face against his hard chest. Soft skin over steel … like the length of him digging into my thigh.

  I pulled my head back a bit.

  Sleepy dark eyes, long reddish eyelashes, and a killer smirk beneath his crooked nose.

  “Morning,” his deep voice rumbled, pebbling my skin.

  My nipples ached for attention, and heat settled between my thighs. “Morning.” I had never appreciated the thought or feel of a morning erection before, but Daniel’s hardness pressing against me…

  I reached my hand between us and wrapped my hand around him.

  He groaned and closed his eyes. Pre-cum smeared along my palm as I rubbed over the head of his penis, watering my mouth. I had never desired to taste a man before. Ever.

  I slid downward, intent on coating my tongue with his flavor. The thought of his cock filling my mouth sent a rush of wetness to coat my thighs.

  “You don’t have to do that, Becky,” he said but didn’t make a move to stop me.

  “I’ve never wanted to have a man in my mouth before.” I closed my mouth over him, murmuring my enjoyment of his salty taste. My pussy throbbed.

  “Oh, fuck,” he growled, his hands grasping the sides of my head as I took him deep. “God, Becky.”

  He allowed me control, simply cradling my head in his huge hands as
I swirled my tongue around and down his length, hollowing my cheeks and sucking every drop of pre-cum I could entice from his drawn-up balls.

  My vaginal walls clenched and released on their own, and I rubbed my thighs together, a maddening need for him spurring me on. I took him deep again, the head of his cock rubbing against the back of my throat, but I relaxed and let him thrust a time or two before lifting up and over the head with my tongue again. A soft graze of my teeth, and I sank back down, tugging on his balls with my hand.

  “I want you, God, how I want you.” He thrust again and grabbed hold of my uninjured arm, tugging me up.

  I went willingly, only a brief thought of my weight atop him before he captured my lips and obliterated all thought. He groaned into my mouth and rubbed his length up through my soaked folds.

  He rolled us, and slid deep into my body, swallowing my gasp at the quick, but painless full feeling.

  “Shit … condom.” He stilled inside of me, the muscles of his back tense beneath my hands.

  “I’m on the pill,” I whispered against his ear. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  He groaned my name, slid out, and pressed in deep again. “You feel so fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  The friction between our bodies created more moisture inside of me, slickening and heightening my arousal. I panted for breath, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I wanted to come. I wanted Daniel to come inside of me.

  But, I didn’t want it to end.

  Daniel gathered one of my breasts in his hands and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth. A shot of lightning zinged straight to my clit, and I gasped, arching my back.

  “Like that?” he asked and sucked harder.

  “Oh, yes—”

  His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh, and I squeezed my inner walls around him as he slid out.

  “One day, I’m going to fuck these gorgeous, huge tits.” He sucked me deep, and I moaned, writhing with need and emotion I couldn’t begin to comprehend.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight as he angled, deepening his thrusts.

  He released his hold on my breast and reached between us, sliding a fingertip down over my throbbing clit. “I want you to come for me, sweetness,” he whispered, lowering his head. His lips brushed across mine, and he tugged on my hardened nub.