by Rena Marks
“This is your G-spot.” He pulls his finger out of my pussy and sucks it. This time his eyes do roll back in his head. “Delicious. All mine. My virgin pussy, to do with as I please.”
“Yes, please,” I moan. “I don’t want her to be a virgin any more. I want you to own my pussy.”
“God, baby, you have no idea what that does to me.”
His finger, wet and warm from his mouth, circles my clit. Oh, God, more. I work my hips up, mimicking a thrusting movement as I meet his touch.
“So responsive,” he says. “We’re gonna be so good together.”
His finger stops teasing and a heavy thumb comes down on my clit at the same time another digit enters my throbbing pussy. His thumb is hard and merciless, pushing against my clit, forcing the explosion to explode from my clit and roll through the rest of my body on endless waves of pleasure.
“Come for me, baby.”
My voice shrieks out his name. Wetness gushes from my body, coating his finger that my sheath clenches rhythmically.
“So tight. You’re going to feel so good.” His teeth are clenched as if in pain. “So sexy, your pussy quivering and grasping. Your nips puckered and thrusting into the air.”
He stretches himself out alongside me, kissing my forehead, my cheek, slowly relaxing me even though he leaves his finger inside me for me to grip. The heel of his hand covers my mound and it’s warm and comforting.
Eventually my brain starts to function.
“Oh, god, Nick, that was…wonderful.” My voice sounds breathless as I fight for words to describe it.
“Watching you come was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He pulls his hand from my pussy and licks his finger, his eyes darkening. I stare into his eyes and the sexiest look washes over his face. Then he groans and shudders.
“Nick?”
His head sinks down to my shoulder as he catches his breath. Eventually he looks up.
“That’s power, baby. You can make me come without touching me. Just the taste of your pussy on my mouth and my cock erupts in my pants.”
I look down and there’s a wet spot on the front of his sweats.
Oh, God. That’s sexy.
Chapter Seven
I expect things to be awkward after our first exploration of each other—after the hormones settle and the first lust is quenched with the mouthwatering orgasms. But nothing is awkward between Nick and me…and the lust is never really quenched. It simmers, always present, like a thick, tangible force between us.
As soon as we clean up after our orgasms, he pounces on me in the kitchen and kisses me deeply. We touch and kiss a lot as we make lunch together. There’s a new tone to our relationship and now I can recognize his distance for what it was. A chance to let me grow up.
I call Molly a lot, helping her to settle into her new life. She seems homesick, but she’s thrilled at the same time. I’m glad, because I need this time alone with Nick. To explore this lusty, wanton need between us. In his office, Nick seems to be on the phone with Jeff a lot.
Of course I give Molly every detail about the change between Nick and me, well, almost every detail, being that he’s her brother and all. Molly misses Jeff—a lot. We formulate a plan to get them together. Thankfully, Boulder isn’t so far away that Molly can’t come home. And holidays are coming so we can invite him over often.
But for now, it’s me and Nick. A frustrating time, because after he fingered me that first day, that’s all we’ve done. I can touch him through his clothes, I can dry hump him. But it always culminates in him fingering me until I come, and then him masturbating in front of me. He’s held me at bay and made me watch…but I can’t touch. It’s driving me crazy.
Every goddamn day.
“Ready for bed?” he asks, and his eyes are hooded.
“No. I’m not.”
He’s sitting on the sofa, the remote in his hand, ready to click off the TV. I take it from his hand and click it off and then I kneel before him.
“I’d like the next step. I want to pleasure you like you did me. With my mouth.”
“Baby. Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes.” My voice has never sounded more firm. “Take off your pants.”
He keeps his eyes on me as he lifts his hips and hooks his waistband with his thumbs, pulling his sweats and boxers off with one smooth move. He kicks them off his feet, then tosses his T-shirt over his head.
Nick sits on the sofa, his legs spread. Not a hint of self-consciousness, but then he has nothing to be self-conscious over. He’s perfect.
I watch fascinated, kneeling perfectly still, as his cock transforms right in front of my eyes. As it swells, it rolls across his abdomen to point upward toward his chest. His balls draw up closer to the base and the shaft grows thicker and longer.
“I love that you watch,” Nick murmurs. “It makes me harder.”
I’m sort of mesmerized by the strong, masculine shaft as it pulses like a heartbeat.
“Touch it, baby,” Nick pleads in that deep male voice that vibrates directly to my pussy whenever he uses it. “I need you so bad.”
I make eye contact with Nick as I run my hands along his muscular thighs, getting closer and closer to his jutting cock.
I trace his shaft with my fingertip, along the swollen veins, all the way to his balls and his cock twitches.
I brush through his trimmed pubic hair with my fingertips, keeping my eyes locked on his. When I slide my hands along his length, his cock jumps against my palms.
Nick groans.
This is it. My first contact with his cock. My body starts to tingle and grow warm everywhere, my nerves getting replaced by an ache for more. More sensation. I take my time as I explore Nick’s cock. The other night, I didn’t take the time to notice the different textures, the deeper color of the bulb at the end, the weight of his balls when I cup them in my hand.
All of this is new and so fascinating. This is Nick. My not-so-secret crush.
A glint of light catches on a droplet of pre-cum at the tip.
“Hold onto it with one hand and with your other hand, run your finger just around the top. Dip your finger in my pre-cum.”
When I touch the slippery, heated liquid, Nick’s breath hisses, his cock straining in my hand.
“See that V-shaped spot, right in front of you?”
“Yes. Touch it.”
I like the way his voice sounds. Gruff like he’s trying so hard to hold back.
Instead of touching it, I lean forward and lightly flick it with my tongue.
Nick groans in a lungful of air. Oh, that was interesting. His obvious pleasure makes moisture gather in my pussy. So I flick it again and again. I want him in my mouth. So much. I kiss my way up and down the shaft. He smells faintly like musk, but with a concentrated smell that’s just Nick, and he feels hot and hard and smooth.
“Now lick it.” If I thought his voice was gruff before, now it displays obvious sexual tension.
I lick my way up his throbbing, delicious cock from the base with the flat of my tongue and go slow up to the tip. Over and over, round and round I trace the seam of his head, dipping my tongue along the triangle he pointed out.
Nick is panting. “Oh, baby. Shit, that’s it. That’s exactly what I need. Your beautiful mouth on my cock.”
Stubborn man is the one who wanted to take it slow. I don’t have to be a virgin right now. I’m eighteen and perfectly legal.
“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. I love it so much.”
“Tell me what else you like. Teach me, Nick.”
“Add your hands more. Move one up and down like the other night. Keep your mouth on the tip. That’s it. Keep my cock wet, baby. God, that feels so fucking good.”
Suddenly this becomes natural.
I feel the hot, pulsing cock in my hand and look at the glistening line of pre-cum that is shining a trail down the smooth, bulbous tip. The moment seems to hang for eternity. Nick is holding his breath like he’s on the edge of agon
y or anticipation, I’m not sure which.
I lean forward and press my tongue against the underside of his glorious cock. I hold it there, embracing the emotions and sensations I feel. I slide my tongue slowly up his frenulum and over the smooth glans, to the tip of his erection. My pussy is clenching around air and my panties are soaked with need.
I part my lips and take the cock wholeheartedly into my mouth and look up, straight into his eyes.
The connection is intense.
“Rachel, you look so beautiful right now,” Nick mutters. “I love the way you look with me in your mouth.”
I flick my tongue across the underside of the shaft and am rewarded to see Nick’s eyes roll and watch his head drop back.
I slowly pull my head back, while keeping a grip with my lips, sliding smoothly over the wet mushroom head in my mouth. I go back down, taking in a little more of the shaft than before.
Gradually, I become more active and start bobbing and rolling my head as I suck. The words he mutters keep me going and let me know I’ve got this.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Nick chants. “That’s it, Rachel. Please, baby, please suck me.”
With my free hand, I ram it down my pants as I scissor two of my fingers between my lips, over my clit.
“That’s so hot,” he says as my hand works my body inside my pants.
“Let me show you how to deep throat.” He takes the back of my head gently, and pushes me down on his cock. “Relax, baby. All the way. That’s it.”
I feel him in the back of my throat for just a second. He pulls me back. “Want to do it again?”
“Yes.” It was easier than I thought, maybe because I’m so into this. So into him.
The second time I hold him longer and he twitches in my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. You’re going to make me come.”
I release him from my mouth with a slurp.
His abs are trembling and the grunts and groans that comes from him are primal. So not what I ever expect from Nick. I can’t believe I’m doing this with Nick.
Nick begins to thrust his cock into my mouth with short, rapid strokes. And then it happens. My mouth fills with a warm spurt of cum. It’s salty. Tangy. And even a little sweet as I swallow it down.
“Hold my balls,” Nick commands.
As he requests, I cup his testicles. They’re tight, drawn up toward the base. He grunts a short, sharp groan and I feel his cock buck against my hand a second time, stronger than the first. He yells out as the second contraction of his orgasm explodes through him.
I take the second jet of cum as it spurts and swallow it down. When I’m done, I look back up at Nick, who is staring at me with a mix of pride.
I pull off Nick, but he grabs my hand and pulls me down onto his lap. He reaches into my pants from behind, his finger finding my clit easily. “Jesus. You’re so wet, baby. You’re so fucking turned on by us.” His other grabs under my breast and he rolls his thumb over my nipple while working my clit. I moan and push myself harder into his body, my back up against his chest and my head leaning back over his shoulder.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me, Nick.”
“Jesus, doll-face.” His face turns dark with lust and his fingers work me rougher. He’s pushing me so close to the edge of my orgasm.
“When?” I demand. “When can I have your big cock buried in my pussy?”
“Tomorrow,” he promises and the word alone spirals me out of control.
I moan again, the sensation of coming on Nick’s fingers, clenching them like I want to clench his cock, his thumb pressed over my clit.
I’m barely aware of when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and licks them clean. Then he scoops me up and carries me to his bedroom, where we cuddle naked with nothing between us.
I’m adrift on a soft cloud where I’m safe and cared for. Where nothing is weird or wrong about me.
Chapter Eight
I stretch the next morning and suddenly remember last night. My first blow job. Nick.
“Good morning, beautiful. Ready to go to the store?”
I sit up in his bed. He stands at the doorway, sipping his coffee, watching me toss my waves of unruly hair from my face. He pleasured me last night and this time I discovered how to touch him. How to lick him. How to suck him. I can’t wait to see what we do later. After the fridge is full.
I nod eagerly and he laughs. “Breakfast?”
“Just toast and coffee.” I scramble out of bed, naked, knowing his eyes are on me as I head into the bathroom, ass swaying and perfectly okay with our new sense of intimacy. We had a long talk last night after pleasuring each other with our hands and I’ve finally convinced him that I don’t need to be a virgin. I’ve convinced him that I want him to take it.
He brings me coffee and toast, which I eat quickly as I dress. We hold hands in the truck as he drives down the mountain to our grocery store. The first place he heads is the small pharmacy.
Nick tosses a box of condoms into the cart.
“I doubt if you’re on the pill.” His voice sounds sorrowful.
“Nope, sorry,” I laugh.
“This will suffice in the meantime,” he says, pulling me close. My back is pressed against his chest.
“When? They probably have an expiration date, you know.”
He nuzzles the tender spot just beneath my ear. “Very soon, sweet girl. Is the suspense killing you?”
“You have no idea.”
“We’ve made each other come with fingers and mouths. But since you’ve been begging for it so sweetly, I think it’s time I to take the next step. I want to sheath myself in you.” He’s whispering into my ear and it sounds so naughty in a grocery store full of people.
I turn in his arms, raising my face for his kiss. It’s tender and full of love. For me.
“I’d like that, too,” I whisper.
“Condoms, then.”
I nod and a quivery flutter rolls through me. I feel like cheering. I’m going to have sex. I’m going to lose my virginity to Nick. I can’t wait. I’ve been dreaming of this forever.
We head to the grocery section of the store to start shopping for food. Nick is looking at the selection of wrapped meat in the bins when I feel a prickly sensation at the back of my neck. I turn to see a familiar face.
Mr. and Mrs. Ager from church are a few rows down, looking at the chicken instead of the beef. She gives me a small nod and goes about her business. But not before I see her eyes land on the condoms in our cart.
* * * * *
The anticipation is killing me. I can feel how wet I am, waiting for Nick. We brought the groceries home and put them away, but he took me out again. This time to lunch. It was wonderful being with him on a date and all, but I want some alone time.
By the time we came home, it wasn’t quite the alone time I expected. He decided to give me self-defense lessons in the garage. My frustration is ramping up and he knows. He just grins.
“Now turn and pull. Good girls need to defend themselves.”
I do as Nick says, pulling him as hard and fast as I can. I take him down to the ground, flat on his back. I stand over him triumphantly, my hands on my hips. He has a smile on his face as he stares up at me.
“You catch on quick.” He smiles even bigger. I can tell he’s proud of me. We’ve been working on self-defense in the garage as a way to make me feel stronger about myself. More self-esteem. I’m not sure about that, I still think sex with him will make me feel stronger.
I playfully put my foot on his chest as I stand over him. “I can’t help it if I’m trying to take advantage of you,” I tease. “I think I have you right where you need to be.”
“You’re gonna get it, baby doll.” He grabs my ankle before I can react, pulling me down onto the mat. The movement causes me to fall on top of him. He starts tickling me everywhere, and I try to get away. I’m squirming all around, but laughter overtakes me.
“I give, I give,” I say through laughter. My f
ace starts to hurt from smiling so much. “You’re the worst,” I say rolling onto my back, completely giving up.
“You love me,” he teases, and I look over at him and give him a small smile. My heart skips a beat because I do love him.
The last three weeks have been wonderful. In these weeks I have fallen for him. Hard. He used to see me as a little-sister type as he’d walk by me and pull my ponytail, or tease me about my choice of TV shows. I can’t stop the feelings I’m having. At first I thought maybe I just didn’t have enough exposure to other men, but I finally let myself admit that I don’t want exposure to anyone. Since then, each day my feelings grow deeper and deeper. I don’t love him lightly. I love him completely.
Rolling to my side, I reach out and touch the stubble running down his cheek, thinking about how I always want to kiss it. How I want him to take me all the way, but I know he won’t. He’s building the anticipation, and it’s driving me nuts. I’m constantly wet.
His hand comes up, pressing down on mine, covering his jaw with my palm. He leans into my hand and closes his eyes.
“You wanna do steaks tonight?”
“What’s the occasion?” I tease.
“Not every night a girl loses her virginity.”
“For sure this time?”
“Definitely tonight, sweet thang.”
“I’ll go shower and clean up before dinner.”
“Sounds good,” Nick says.
He reaches his hand down to help me up, and I take it. I get to my feet next to him, but he steps away from me and starts picking up the workout area.
“Can you make your potato salad, baby?” he asks.
“For you? Probably.” I kiss his lips and then turn to walk away. “But I’ll be cooking naked.”
I’m swept up from behind.
“Then I’ll have to fuck you before we eat.”
Chapter Nine
Finally. Now it’s worth it that we’re both sweaty hot and humming with anticipation. Nick brings me to his room—the room we’ve been sharing and peels my clothes from me at the same time he’s pulling his own off. I lick along his neck; he’s a little salty and a whole lot Nick.
