“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sighs, closing his eyes for a second before finishing. “Sorry, I know I got no game.”
“It’s okay. I’m probably the first woman you’ve seen in…” I check myself, then ask. “How long were you gone?”
“Twelve,” he answers with a rumble. “If I knew you were out here, twelve would have felt like twelve thousand.”
“Still, I mean, I’m sure you’ve got pent up…” I twist my lips, trying to think of how to phrase it. “Needs. I’d be surprised if you didn’t make a quick stop on Woodward Ave. before you came here yesterday. There are a lot of let’s say…massage parlors? With happy endings…working women that specialize in pent up needs.” The thought makes my heart hurt.
His soft touch turns hard, his fingers pinching my chin, turning my face to his. “I’m a pretty honest guy, you may not believe that, but eventually you will, so listen. No massage parlors, no stops on the way here. I’m going to tell you something no one knows but me.”
His words are hard, I watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows and I freeze, daring to draw a breath, wondering what this near stranger is going to tell me that no one else in his life knows.
“Okay,” I gulp, the pressure of his fingers on my chin easing just a bit as my heart skips and blood rushes in my ears.
“I’ve never been with a woman, never touched a woman…I mean, not in that way.”
I keep my eyes on his, searching for a sign he’s joking or lying, but I see none. His face is stone, his lips slightly open as his tongue moves across his front teeth.
“Virgin?” I squeak out, clearing my throat, he has to be kidding.
Has he seen himself? He’s the Greek God of Lust and Poor Life Choices. I’m sure he’s had women clawing at him since before he was legal.
He nods, his chest expanding on a long breath and there’s a burst of glee between my legs when I realize, he’s not fucking joking.
“And I hope like fuck you are too,” he grunts out, each word sounding like he’s begging for it to be true.
The world feels like it’s spinning, I hear his ragged breathing, his fingers release my chin as he runs the rough skin of his knuckles over my cheeks as I blurt out, “I am too. But, I’m hoping, maybe not for long…”
I can’t believe I just said that as Jacob’s jaw locks, a low growl vibrating in his throat. He drops his fingers from my cheek, covering his mouth with his huge hand, the veins over the bones standing out, moving as he squeezes, and terror sends a wave of hot embarrassment through me.
He’s hiding a smile. He’s laughing. It was a joke. Fuck, Maggie, you can’t read people for shit…
I press the heel of my hands into my eye sockets, dropping my head into my knees, the desire to disappear overtaking me again, then I feel warm breath at my ear.
“Ain’t no maybe about it.” His voice seeps into me like a sweet poison. “I’m in no rush, Magdalena Laska. But, if I don’t kiss you in the next two seconds, I’m going to have to kill someone.”
8
Jacob
She sits up then swallows and licks her lips. “I don’t want you to have to kill anyone.”
“Me either.” I grab the back of her neck and my balls tighten, sticky pre-cum coating the inside of my jeans.
She looks up at me with those blushing cheeks and I push away the doubts about who I am and what I could ever offer her.
She’s so tiny, sitting there next to me, and I want to see her look up at me with those blue eyes forever. I want her to look to me for strength. Safety. I’ve never imagined this before, but now that it’s here a burning need to possess her flames inside of me.
There’s an ache in my heart ever since the first second I saw her, and the way I her nipples tighten and push out on her clothes whenever we’re close, I’m hoping like hell she feels the same.
I crush our lips together, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but for some reason it feels right. I’m all instinct and no finesse, but the way I feel her melt in my hand and moan into my mouth, I’m thinking I’ve done something right.
The hard kiss has me tensed up like a coiled spring as I press my tongue deeper, feeling hers, warm and wet, twisting with mine, more delicious than I ever could have imagined. She’s sweet like honey but it’s not so simple. Her flavor is complex, sexy, earthy and pure and all fucking mine. I feel it down into the deepest parts of me as she kisses me back harder, her hands winding upward, fingertips digging in.
Her hands are so little against my chest, but it only makes me more ravenous for her. I reach down and grab her ass, pulling her up and onto my lap, her short skirt slipping higher, needing to feel her body against mine. Desperate for the heat from her pussy against my cock. Knowing soon, very fucking soon, I’ll be inside her. My first time will be with her. My last will as well. I know that now and I hope she’s ready for what I’m bringing, because I know I am.
We break our kiss, her eyes searching, her hair framing her flushed face as she glances at the house.
I run my palms over the soft skin of her thighs, the same skin she’s been teasing me with since she wore those shorts to dinner last night and now, this miniskirt that practically shows off her cervix.
We pull away for a moment, it’s like we’re both trying to figure out if this is real or some sort of dream. I slip my hands high, under her skirt, my thumbs tracing the fabric of her panties as she bites into her bottom lip and closes her eyes.
I growl as I squeeze her thighs, the urgency growing like a tentacled monster inside me, thinking of her spread open before me, showing me that pink slit. The first I’ll ever see in person, and I wonder what it looks like. I know I’ll want to stare at it for hours. I’ll want to memorize the texture and folds with my eyes, my hands, my mouth, my cock.
Her pussy is warm, I feel it as my dick pulses and I grind us together, scraping my teeth on her neck, listening to her moan and gasp as our hips move.
My dick is thick, filling with hot blood. I didn’t know this feeling existed and I’m not even inside her yet. My restraint is snapping, but at the same time I want to savor this moment. Her lips are next to my ear, warm little breaths puffing faster as we dry hump each other and all I can fucking do is growl.
I want her tits in my mouth as her arms circle my neck, her nipples behind the fabric of her shirt pressed high on my chest. Her hair brushes the side of my face and I push it away, exposing her neck again, and this time I can’t stop the urge to bite her there.
My teeth pinch her soft skin as she yelps but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she whispers my name and I can’t take another breath. My throat is tight as I dig into her ass, pulling her up and down against my raging hard on.
I have no other focus than tasting her, fucking her, unloading years of pent-up need into her. I want to see my cum dripping from her tiny pink opening, knowing she’s going to be the only one.
I’ve got my mouth clamped on hers, knowing she’s wet, she’s pure, she’s mine—all mine, forever bound to me for all her firsts—has me on my feet, her body clinging to mine like a child.
I need to be inside her hot cunt. All the years of waiting collide into this moment and the need to claim her is beyond consuming.
I turn and have us inside the back door, thinking of nothing but the arousal that’s surging inside of me. I don’t care about anything else, I know I’m teetering on the edge of insanity but I don’t care. We’re halfway up the stairs, the frenzy between us building before Maggie says anything.
“My room.” She points down the hall breathless. “That one.”
No other thoughts take up space in my brain besides the need to unload inside her and feel her wet pussy milk every drop. My hands grip her ass, slipping to the center, where I press them under the edges of the elastic and slide into her wet folds, drawing a feral rumble from deep inside my chest.
“Babka…” she starts as I kick open the door, then shove my heel into it once, shutting us inside.
“H
er note said she’d be gone a few hours. That’s barely enough time, but it’ll do for now.”
Our lips come back together. Her room smells like her. Like candy and springtime, and all my twisted, filthy intentions feel even more sinister inside her girlish bedroom. There are plants on every horizontal surface, books everywhere, and thank fuck, a bed that looks sturdy because I’m about to fuck her through the goddamn wall.
In all the years of jacking off, I never thought about breeding someone. It’s something that felt foreign to me, but not anymore. I’m taking her raw and the image of her standing naked, belly swollen with what we’ve created together only spins the hurricane of my obsession into a blinding fury.
I kiss her neck as I lay her on the yellow-and-green striped comforter, and her hair splays out around her like strawberry flames.
“I fucking want you. I can’t explain it, but I can’t stop.” I want to taste her, but the primal urge to tear through her virginity and bind us together is too strong.
There’s a hunger in her innocent eyes that urges me forward. I strip off my hoodie as she wiggles out of her tank and skirt, leaving her laying there like a virgin sacrifice in a white bra and panties.
I lower myself between her legs, kissing her chest, pulling her bra straps down and exposing the perfect pink nipples that have been poking through her clothes since yesterday. Flames feel like they are lapping at my skin, my throat is closing up as I reach around and rip the clasp of her bra, flinging the offending fabric into the wall.
She pushes up onto her elbows as I tug her panties down her legs, then stand and unbuckle my belt as she watches me with wide eyes.
Her fresh pussy taunts me, a flash of pink, slick, soft curls decorate the top leaving the lips bare and then I see a glistening string of her juice sliding down and I grit back the orgasm that’s threatening to spill inside my pants. I’ve never been so turned on. Not even when I was a teenager and could nut with barely a touch of my own hand. This is more, this is different, and I want it all but there’s no time.
I need to make her mine because the waiting is torture. I drop my pants and we’re both naked, staring.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I manage, reaching down to grip the base of my throbbing cock, trying to steady myself for a moment.
“We’re doing this…” She says and it’s a statement, thank fuck, because if there was any question in her voice it wouldn’t change anything. I have to have her. There’s no stopping.
“Yeah, we are. Since I saw you yesterday, this is all I could think about. You. Me. Us.”
“Me too,” she whispers as she stares at my cock. “It’s beautiful, too.”
“I’m not sure about that, but I know it’s going to look a hell of a lot better with your pussy wrapped around it.”
Cum is seeping from the tip of my cock and I don’t wait another second. I put my body over hers, run the tip of my cock through her folds, making sure all of my seed finds its new home. I moan at the contact, hot, perfect, soaking, and I’m battling a new rage.
One that snarls and snaps inside of me, whispering words: claim her, do it, there’s s no more waiting, she’s the one, do it!
As if she can read my mind, she hisses, “Do it. Please…” She arches her back, her hands soft and warm on my hard jaw, and on a grunt, I thrust forward, hearing her yelp as I fight my way through the barrier. “I don’t care how much it hurts.”
The room starts to spin, and I think I’m going to black out for a second. She’s so fucking tight, I don’t think I’ll get inside her, but that thought is second to how fucking amazing she feels even an inch inside.
It’s like taking a breath after being held underwater. Relief and lust twist like a tornado in my gut as the insanity I thought would diminish once I claimed her only grows.
Her face twists with pain, but when she opens her eyes, they are lit with pleasure.
I hold myself steady, muscles tense, ready to drive balls deep into her but it’s not just her body I want, it’s her heart and I need her to know I’m not just looking for a place for the first hole my dick could find.
“You okay, baby?” I hold myself on locked arms above her as she squirms.
“Yes. And no.” Her head pushes back into the pillow as her walls clutch and choke the tip of my cock to the point of pain. “I just want it all. Inside me.”
“Me too. Hold on baby…”
Her hands pull at the back of my neck as she arches and drives her hips forward, taking more of me as I hold myself steady. I hold my breath as she does it again and again, and it’s so fucking hot watching her take what she wants. Soon, she’s dripping, drenching me, and her eyes go wide again, then she stops, her body tensing.
“What is it?” I manage through gritted teeth.
“I just…” She closes her eyes for a moment and I kiss her forehead. Holding myself half inside her like this is fucking torture, but I’m not going to fuck her when her mind is somewhere else.
“Tell me. Whatever it is I want to know.”
Her lips tighten before she spills. “You need to know, like when I…” A pause, her opening pulsing around me and I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. “When I… You know,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “come…I’m sort of a…I guess they call it a squirter.”
Score.
Fuck yes. I may be a virgin, but I know what a squirter is—and I just won the lottery.
“Then I’m going to make sure you soak me, baby.”
I kiss her lips with all the lust and desire of a thirty-year-old virgin who has found his mate. Warm, slick honey coats my dick as my balls seize up and I drive the still-virgin part of my cock deep inside her in one thrust.
“God!” She yelps, arching her neck to an impossible degree as the impact of the moment floods through me. We are the only ones that will know this moment with each other. My dick will never have another first time. She’s it. This is it.
“You’re mine now.” I grunt with each thrust. Her grip relaxes enough for me to slip in and out as I rock my hips and feel her begin to move with me. “You and your cunt, because I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.”
“It hurts, you are big, but God…it feels so good.” She winces and moans through each word and I know her body is struggling to take what I have.
“I’m sorry it hurts, baby. It’s not fucking fair because you feel so fucking good.”
“It’s okay, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop…”
“I’m never going to stop.” I ease in and out, feeling how her walls grip and tense, then release, and I imagine them shaping themselves into the perfect cock sleeve, custom fitted just for me.
We move faster, the urgent rutting animal inside me baring its teeth and demanding more. I may be new at this, but I’ll spend the rest of my life with her getting it right.
“So…big,” she hisses as her hips come up and meet mine.
Soon, it’s wet flesh slapping, my balls making contact with her ass with every drive forward, her cervix meeting the tip of my dick, and all I can think of is my sperm filling her womb and taking root. How perfect it would be if she was bound to me, permanently, the first time we were together.
The thought has me thrusting deeper, making her moan and twist, and I know in time it will get easier but for now she’s still dick-choking tight. I want to fill her with hot seed, grab her ankles and pull them up, hanging her upside down, making sure gravity does its job and not one drop of my cum is outside her womb.
She’s getting louder as she flings her arms up to brace against the headboard which is banging a hole in the fucking wall.
“More. Please, Jacob…” She starts begging and I do my best to give her what she wants without splitting her virgin body in two.
We’re moving together, harder, faster, and her walls are milking me, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Her pussy tightens and her eyes fly open, her legs locking around the backs of my thighs as looking like she’s going to s
cream, but no sound comes out.
That’s when I feel it.
The floodgates open.
Her cum sprays my cock, balls, my hips and upper thighs. She’s vibrating, twisting, moaning and digging her nails into me. It’s perfection as she twists and I hear my name, along with a bunch of curse words, and I’m gone.
I can’t take it. I drive deep, letting her have all of me as the first hot spurt of cum sprays her walls and I feel like I’ve found home.
I grunt and lower my body, my teeth on her neck again, the urgent need to bite her more than I can take. I hold her against me, balls-deep, as raw cum sprays inside her and I’m happier than I think I’ve ever been in my life.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I seethe into her neck as her release soaks us both and the bedding below. I bring my forehead to hers. All the years of rage disappear, and I’m wrapped in lust and a possessiveness that feels otherworldly. It’s bigger than me. It’s bigger than us both.
I kiss her nose, her forehead, her lips, as I hold us tight together. I don’t want this moment to end. You only get one first time, and when it’s this perfect? You want it to last forever.
9
Maggie
I never believed I would have my first time with another virgin. I guess I just made a dumb assumption that all guys found someone at some point to ease their sexual frustration.
I also can’t believe how perfect it felt to have it that way.
With Jacob.
We were able to get downstairs and look fairly put together by the time Babka came home. Jacob wanted to tell her right away, but somehow that didn’t feel right. I mean, he’s been in our lives for such a short time, I was worried what she might think, so it took a Herculean effort, but we made it through the evening and dinner trying to put on a good show, even as I blushed at the memory of the things he did, before, during and after the main event. I mean, I didn’t even know men did things like that, I thought it was just kind of over when it’s over, you know? When he lowered himself down my body and put his mouth between my legs, I didn’t know what to do.
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