CHAPTER 2
Ryan
“You sure you want to do this?” the guy—Jordan, I think she said his name was—asks her for the umpteenth time as we pile into the elevator. He’s getting on my very last nerve.
And it’s not like I don’t get it.
He’s protective of his friend in the same way I’m protective of my sister Gabby, and I have huge respect for him for it. But I know where to draw a line. This guy hasn’t stopped the whole ride back to the hotel. Now, we’re finally on the home stretch, and he has to go there again.
“Han. Please. Take him into your room, and fuck his brains out so his mind stops churning,” the hot little thing at my side says. She darts in, kissing his cheek. “Stop, Jordan. You’re not my brother. And I’ve got this.”
“Like I said in the Uber, you can trust me to look after her. She’s safe with me,” I reiterate.
And you have a photo of my driver’s license, I mentally add, rolling my eyes as I recall his aggressive request and the way he scowled at my ID. I’m guessing it’s to do with the obvious age gap, but who the fuck cares. We’re both consenting adults, and that’s all that matters.
Hannah hauls Jordan away, finally leaving us in peace.
My hookup takes her key card out of her purse, unlocking the door. “I’m sorry about that,” she says as we walk into her hotel room. “He’s a little overprotective.”
“A little?” I quirk a brow. “I’m protective over my sister, and he makes me look like a pussy in comparison.”
“Enough about Jordy.” She slides her palms up my chest. “I want to get tonight back on track.”
“Sounds good.” I grab her waist, reeling her into my body as my lips descend on hers. There’s nothing tender about this kiss or the way she’s arching her tight, hot little body into me. The peaks of her nipples are taut through the material of her dress, turning the hard-on in my pants into a solid wall of muscle that begs to drive inside her. I lift her up, and she automatically wraps her gorgeous legs around my waist. My palm slips under the hem of the ridiculously short dress she’s wearing, meeting smooth, bare flesh and my cock jerks in anticipation. I wasn’t lying when I told her I haven’t been this horny in ages. This girl has seriously turned me on, and I can’t wait to get her writhing underneath me.
I place her down flat on the bed, hovering over her on my knees. “You sure this is what you want?” I ask her again, because a guy can never ask too many times.
“Hundo P,” she confirms in a breathy tone, betraying evidence of her age.
Back at the bar, I had given no consideration to her age until I got up closer. Despite the band around her wrist suggesting she was twenty-one or older, I guessed she was younger. Before we left, I asked her outright, almost changing my mind when she confirmed she was only eighteen.
At twenty-six, I’m a good bit older, and I rarely go for women who are that young. But there’s just something about her. And she’s obviously as into this as I am into her, so where’s the harm? It’ll be one night of fun, and then we’ll never see each other again. I don’t see it as an issue.
She sits up, stroking my cock through my jeans, and any last-minute reservations fly out the window. I rip my shirt up over my head, fighting a knowing grin as her jaw slackens at the sight of my naked chest. “Fuck. Me,” she blurts, her eyes mentally caressing me.
“I fully intend to, sweetheart.” I stretch around to unzip her dress. “Take it off,” I command as I stand, quickly getting rid of my jeans and shoes. She stands up on the bed, shimmying the dress down her hips and kicking it away. My cock throbs, precum leaking out of the tip, as I drink her in. She’s so sexy standing in front of me in a black lace thong and matching bra, with her hands on her slim hips, shooting me dark, seductive looks. But there’s also an innocence about her that’s endearing.
As soon as the thought pops into my head, another unwelcome one does. I want to ignore it, but I can’t. I crawl onto the bed in just my boxers and pull her down onto my lap. “You have done this before, right?”
“Of course,” she squeaks, and I instantly know it’s a lie.
“Fuck.” I lift her off me, rubbing my hands down my face. “I know that’s a lie, and I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” I lean over the end of the bed, reaching for my jeans.
“Because you don’t fuck virgins, or some other reason?” she asks, hurt lacing her tone.
I cup her face. “Because your first time shouldn’t be like this.” I peer into her beautiful blue eyes, wishing I could be selfish enough to forego doing the right thing. “You won’t ever get your first time back, and it should be with someone you love.”
She straddles my lap before I can stop her, resting her hands on my shoulder. “Was yours?”
“Fuck, no,” I admit before I think to lie. “And I’ve regretted it ever since.”
“Why?” Genuine curiosity is etched across her face. “Because you didn’t love her, or it wasn’t any good?”
“Both, although I’m just as much to blame as she was. I didn’t have a fucking clue how to pleasure a woman back then.”
A triumphant glimmer appears in her eyes. “And that’s exactly why I want to do this with you. Why I set out to lose my V-card tonight to an older guy.”
My eyes almost bug out of my head. “You had this planned?”
She nods before frowning. “Well, not with you, because you were the one who approached me. But, yes, I wanted to do the deed tonight. I’m only in the city for the weekend, and I don’t want to waste the perfect opportunity.”
She runs her fingers along the fine hairs at the nape of my neck, and fuck, if I don’t feel it in every part of me. This girl’s touch affects me in a way I haven’t felt in years.
That’s another good reason to get the fuck out of here, but I’m stalling, because she intrigues me.
And my cock’s still stiff as a brick, and he’s a greedy motherfucker who doesn’t understand what it means to have a moral code.
I shouldn’t be contemplating this, but I know, deep down, that I haven’t completely ruled it out. “Why now? And why a stranger?” I inquire, smoothing a hand up and down her spine. Her skin is like silk under my callused fingers which isn’t helping my cause.
“Because I’m ready. I want to have sex. I want to explore that side of myself that’s undiscovered. If I’d found someone back home I’d wanted to have sex with, then I wouldn’t be a virgin, but there’s been no one, and I…” She trails off, her brow furrowing as she tries to find the right words. Her brow smooths out, and she smiles at me, digging her fingers into my hair as she speaks.
“I want it to be memorable. Most all my friends said it was a non-event, and I don’t want that. I want to remember tonight for years to come. I know I could find someone to hook up with once I start college, but I don’t want to give it away to some guy with fumbling hands and a lack of regard for my needs.”
Her confidence is super sexy, and I work hard to swallow my lustful growl.
“I want it to be with someone who knows what he’s doing,” she continues. “Someone who will make it enjoyable for me. Someone who will ensure it’s a pleasant memory.” She kisses me sweetly. “Someone like you.”
She sits back on her heels, examining my face carefully. “But I won’t beg for it either.” She straightens her spine, drilling me with a determined look. “I’m eighteen, and I know what I want. There’s nothing wrong with you and me being together like this, but if you can’t get past the fact I’m young and inexperienced, then it’s best we end this right now.”
“I get why your friend was so protective now,” I murmur, resting my hand gently on her hip.
“Jordy and Hannah are the best, and I love them for worrying about me, but this is my decision, and they ultimately respect that.” Her eyes penetrate mine. “I have given this a lot of consideration, and I know what I want. I want to have sex with you.” She leans in and kisses me deeply before pulling back, her face flushed, her lips slightly swo
llen. “So, what’s it to be? Will you fuck me?”
Her eyes glimmer with challenge and determination, but I detect the vulnerability she’s working hard to disguise. Rejecting her would hurt her, and I don’t want to dent her confidence or cause her any pain.
She wants this.
I want this.
And I will make it good for her.
I can give her what she wants, and we’ll both walk out of here happy and sated.
Gripping her hips, I pull her body in tight against mine. “No. I will not fuck you.” She opens her mouth to respond, but I place my fingers over her lips, silencing her. “I will make love to you, because that’s the way it should be when it’s your first time.” Taking her wrist, I plant a tender kiss to her skin, loving how she shivers at my touch. “I’ll ask you one final time. And whatever way you answer is fine.” I kiss her wrist again, never taking my eyes off her. “Are you sure you want to do this with me?”
She nods her head enthusiastically. “Yes. I want you to make love to me. I’m even more sure now.” Reaching around, she unclasps her bra, quickly tossing it aside, baring her naked chest.
My eyes lock on her tits, and my cock throbs behind my boxers. They’re small, but a decent handful, and perfectly formed with neat rose-colored nipples. I’m already salivating, my body craning to be inside her. “You’re so beautiful.” I kiss her lips before lowering my head to her left nipple, gently sucking it into my mouth. Her skin is so soft and pliable, her small bud tightening the minute my tongue suctions on it. I tenderly knead her other breast, enjoying the little moans she emits as her hips rock against me. I trail my nose along the delicate skin of her exposed neck before I devour her mouth with all the pent-up need mushrooming inside me.
Flipping us around, I place her flat on the bed, resting her head on top of the pillows. I kiss her for a few minutes until she’s moaning and writhing underneath me, and then I work my way down her body, kissing, sucking, licking, and caressing every inch of her beautiful skin before lowering my mouth to her pussy, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
“Please,” she whimpers, bucking her hips up as I rub my nose along her slit through the thin lacy material.
Hooking my thumbs in the side of her thong, I slide it down her legs and off her body. I stand, my eyes drinking in her gorgeous nakedness as I kick off my boxers and grab a couple condoms. My dick pulses as she feasts on it with her eyes, licking her lips as her eyelids darken with lust. I crawl up over her body, tossing the condoms on the bedside table. “You are fucking gorgeous, and I’m feeling very honored,” I admit over her lips as I keep my body propped up by my elbows.
“Well, thanks, but could you stop talking now and get in me already?” She quirks a brow as she grabs hold of my ass, pulling me down on top of her.
I chuckle before brushing my lips against hers. “So impatient.” I shake my head, grinning. “I need to make sure you’re ready. Trust me to do this the right way.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, angling her hips up into me, and I groan as my cock presses against her silky, warm flesh. “Trust me, I’m ready. If I was any wetter, we’d both be drowning.”
A laugh bursts free of me. “Are you always this direct?”
“Always.” She smiles as her hands absentmindedly caress the cheeks of my ass, causing precum to leak from the tip of my cock. “In my family, we have a rule we always speak our minds.” She shrugs. “And no one lets an argument or emotions fester. I’ve grown up with straight talking, and I don’t know any other way to be.”
In a lot of ways, I could say the same of my family. Except for the festering part, but I shove those thoughts aside before they distract me. “I like that.” I slide down her body, watching her eyes roll back in her head as I kiss my way along her hot flesh. “I like you.”
“I like you too,” she pants. “But I’d like you a lot more if you got to it.”
I chuckle against her stomach as I move lower. Pushing her legs aside, I sink to the apex of her thighs, licking my lips in anticipation. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before?” I ask as I line my mouth up with her glistening pussy.
“Yes. I’m a virgin, but I’m not completely inexperienced.”
I scowl at her response, not liking the thought of anyone touching any part of her, before I realize how hypocritical my thoughts are. “Well, buckle down, honey, because no one has eaten you like this.” Before she can reply, I plant my mouth against her inviting pussy and ravish her with my tongue and my lips.
She is absolutely drenched, yet when I push a finger inside her she’s so tight I almost change my mind. But my dick won’t let me. And I don’t want to disappoint the gorgeous girl moaning and squirming on the bed.
Slowly, I work my finger in and out until I feel her loosen up, and then I add another one. When her moans ratchet up, and she’s arching her back off the bed, I suction my mouth over her clit and suck hard as my fingers continue to pump in and out of her, going faster and faster until she detonates, shattering under my touch in a way that sends my heart soaring. I watch her as my fingers and mouth continue to milk her climax, and the look of sheer bliss on her face almost has me coming on the spot.
When her body relaxes, I move up to kiss her before grabbing a condom.
“Let me.” She takes it from my hands, rolling it down over my aching cock. “You’re huge,” she exclaims, a look of concern washing over her face for the first time. “Are you sure that thing’ll fit in me?”
I work hard to smother a smile. “It’ll fit and I’ll take it slow. I promise.” Gently, I push her down, lowering my body carefully against hers. I kiss her long and hard, peppering her face and neck with kisses while skimming my hands over her body, caressing her lush curves.
Her body is toned yet supple, and I could touch her all day long and never tire. I dip my finger inside her once more to check she’s ready. Then I line up my cock and slowly inch inside her, keeping my face locked on hers the whole time. “If you want me to stop, you only have to ask.” I stall as a glimmer of pain flashes in her eyes. “It will hurt a little at first,” I confirm so she knows what to expect.
“I’m good,” she rasps. “Don’t stop. Just go slow.”
It takes colossal willpower to hold myself back, but I do, because I don’t want to hurt her. When I feel myself pushing through the tight ridge, I stop, watching her expression carefully. “You okay?”
“Keep going,” she says through gritted teeth, and I push on until I’m fully seated inside her.
The feeling is indescribable.
Her walls hug my cock, and I know I won’t last long. I move really slowly as I kiss her, my hands caressing her breasts while I carefully plunge in and out of her. Gradually, I feel her softening, and she moves instinctively against me.
“Faster,” she pants, digging her fingers into the cheeks of my ass and tightening her legs around my waist.
I rock into her faster, still holding back, all the time kissing and worshiping her body. When I feel her gripping me tighter and her body tenses up with impending climax, I lose my restraint, pumping into her more rapidly, allowing myself to let go. She orgasms a split second before I do, and our joint mutual groaning and heavy breathing fills the air. My skin is slick with sweat as I pump my hips two final times before collapsing on the bed, pulling her with me, keeping our bodies fused together.
Pushing damp tendrils of hair back off her glowing face, I peer deep into her eyes. “You all right?” I examine every inch of her face to gauge her mood. “Was that okay?”
“I’m just perfect.” Her smile is radiant as she beams at me. “And it was more than okay. That was amazing. Now I understand what all the fuss is about.”
I cup her face and press a tender kiss to her lips. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
Her arms encircle my neck, and she pushes her delectable tits into my chest. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she grins at me. “How soon can you be ready to go again?”
My cock ins
tantly hardens at her words, and I push my hips into hers, ensuring she feels what she’s doing to me. “How soon is too soon?”
In a flash, she’s straddling me, her long hair cascading down her back as she rocks on top of me in a seductive pose that cranks my lust to a new all-time high. “No such thing as too soon,” she purrs, grinding down on my cock, and I can’t contain my grin as I grab a fresh condom from the bedside table.
CHAPTER 3
Summer
“Two-bed places will be scarce at this late stage,” my brother Charlie says on Sunday evening as we tuck into the sumptuous pot roast dinner Mom made.
“I’m confident we’ll find something,” I reply, in between mouthfuls of gorgeous beef, not overly worried, even if our apartment-hunting expedition this weekend was unsuccessful.
Jordan’s last-minute decision to join Hannah and me at the University of Delaware has messed up our plans. Before, us girls were happy to share a dorm room, but now, we’re apartment hunting off campus so we can all live together.
“I’m sure Austin will let you stay with him if you can’t find a place,” Mom says, adding another dollop of creamy mashed potatoes to my plate.
I almost choke on the lump of beef in my mouth. “I’m sure Austin does not want me cramping his style,” I splutter.
“Or cramping yours,” Charlie teases with a wink, and I discharge a “shut the fuck up” look in his direction.
“Besides, he doesn’t have room for all three of us.”
“I don’t know why you think it’s a good idea to move in with a couple anyway,” Charlie says, pushing his empty plate away and rubbing his flat stomach. “That was awesome, Mom. Thanks.”
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