by M. K. Moore
“Norah,” I say gripping her throat loosely. “I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“There’s no need to lie to me, Micah. Everyone has a past.”
“I’m serious.”
“Micah, come on. I mean you played professional football for years. I am sure women threw themselves at you.”
“They did, but I wasn’t interested in those women. You can’t truly appreciate the woman you marry if you’ve already given every part of yourself to someone else.”
“Wow,” she says kissing me passionately.
“So, as I said before, are you giving yourself to me, Norah?”
“God, yes. I’m yours.”
“Good,” I say kissing her again. Reaching under the skirt that is still hiked up around her thighs, I find her panties soaked. With very minimal effort, I pull them from her body.
“Ooh,” she gasps.
“We’re just getting started,” I tell her as she quickly and efficiently works my belt and the snap on my pants open. Slowly, she unzips them. I let them fall to the floor, the buckle clanging loudly as it hits.
“My, my, my,” she says when my hard cock hits the inside of her thigh. “I was going to ask if you were a boxer or brief man, but commando it is,” she says giggling.
“It’s laundry day,” I say joining her in a chuckle. She looks down again, like really looks down and gasps.
“I thought it was huge when it was digging into my back but my God, you are going to tear me in two.”
“No, Fairy. I’ve got you. I told you’d be safe with me,” I say pulling her skirt up to her waist. She scoots her ass to the edge of the desk and leans back. I kiss her again, before sliding my cock through her wetness.
“I know you do,” she says wrapping her legs around my waist and locking them at her ankles. Without warning, I slide into her quickly, breaking through her virginity. I hadn’t expected this. I pause. “Why are you stopping?” she asks, her tiny balled-up fist hitting my pec.
“I’m giving you time to adjust,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I didn’t ask for time. Please. I need more. More,” she demands, moving her hips. Her cunt feels amazing wrapped around my cock. I have to give her what she wants. I am not even all the way inside her yet. Quickly, I look down and see her virgin blood on my cock and I feel like a fucking God. I also realize that I am not wearing any protection. Not that I have any on me, but suddenly I am imagining her round with my child. Just the thought has me thrusting in and out of her harder and harder until she can take all of me. She moans. “I am coming, Big Daddy,” she screams and for the first time, I wonder how thick the walls are. I don’t want anyone hearing my claiming of my woman.
“Good girl. Come for me, Fairy.” I can feel her tight pussy muscles spasming on me. I have no choice but to fill her with my seed. Leaning down, I kiss her again while I fill her full.
“Wow,” she whispers when I pull back and out of her. She unhooks her legs and I reach down, pulling my pants back up. Then my shirts and jacket go back on.
“Yeah. That about sums it up,” I tell her. She grins and I kiss her now swollen lips.
I locate her panties and pick them up off the floor, putting them in my pocket. She hops down off of the table and collects the wipes and shoves them in her purse.
“Um… Do you think there’s a camera anywhere in here?”
“Fuck. I didn’t think about that.” I am so obsessed with her I forgot to think about anything else.
Suddenly, all the doors open, and the lights come on. I can hear Jenny and Gina shouting. “We solved it. We solved it.” Norah and I look at each other and burst out laughing.
“Well, that was good timing.” She can’t stop laughing.
“I found them,” Gina shouts standing in the doorway. “We are going out for dinner. You guys want to join us?”
“No thanks. We’ve got plans,” I say taking Norah’s hand. “We’ll see you guys at Ma’s tomorrow night.” We try to have family dinner at our parent's house on Friday nights. I'm sure that will fluctuate when grandkids start being born.
“Both of you?” Mike asks.
“Norah is my girl.”
“Called it,” Mitchell says high-fiving Mike.
“Dicks,” I say taking Norah and exiting the room.
I make a quick stop at security to see if they had a camera in that room. We leave after being assured that they just have cameras in the last room, where the actual scares happen. It makes sense to me.
Now, I just need to get my girl back to my place and love her properly.
Chapter Four
Norah
Holy wow. I mean just wow. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but honestly, that was awesome. It can’t be like that for everyone because if it was, no one would do anything else, ever. At this point, I’d follow him anywhere to get that dick again. Thank God for this dress it covers up the fact that I am walking bow-legged like I just got off a horse, but it was worth it. So worth it.
Outside the building, which is right downtown on Market Street, he hands a ticket to the valet. Right now, it’s dark and it’s gotten chilly and I didn’t bring a coat. Before I can even shiver, Micah drapes his over my shoulders. I slide my arms in the way too big sleeves and breathe in the scent of his cologne. It’s rugged and manly and I can’t get enough of it.
“Did you drive, Fairy?” he asks while we wait for his car.
“I don’t actually drive right now,” I say.
“What? Why?” he asks. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter.
“This is embarrassing. Please don’t laugh at me. My sister calls me every day just to laugh at me about this.”
“I promise. Just tell me.”
“I backed into my parents' house.”
“You backed into your parents’ house?” He asks, but not before making a weird choking sound.
“You’re laughing,” I say.
“I’m not. I just… How did that happen?”
“I was arguing with my sister, who was in the passenger seat and it just happened. I thought I put it all the way into gear. I did not.”
“Honest mistake. It could happen to anyone.”
“But it didn’t. It happened to me. Anyway, let’s just say this wasn’t my first offense.”
“You’ve backed into things before?”
“Not exactly,” I hedge. I find myself wanting to be completely honest with him.
“I hit a guardrail and the back of a Toyota at a stoplight.”
“Hmmm.”
“What? No one died. And in my defense, it was raining all three times!” I exclaim indignantly. I almost want to stamp my foot like a toddler. I say almost because my feet are fucking killing me.
A sleek black Mercedes pulls up in front of the building.
“Come on, Fairy. Let’s go. I'll drive.”
“Gah. That’s probably a good idea,” I say giggling. I'm super impressed that he managed to keep a straight face. As soon as I sit in his passenger seat, he closes me in, and I kick off my shoes. Ah, instant relief. I always wear heels. Without them, I'm only 5'1 and I hate being the shortest person in the room. The five to six-inch heels I usually wear, balances that out. Though with Micah, I'm still really, really short. He's probably 6'5, maybe taller. Also, I'm usually so safety conscious, but I'm not even batting an eye about going home with him. It's pretty clear he's not a stranger to me. When he gets in the driver's seat, he's practically folded into it. We take off through the well-lit streets of downtown.
"Where do you live?" He asks as we approach Highway 27.
"Why? Are you taking me home?" I asked panicked.
"No. You're stuck with me," he says reaching over and taking my hand. "So, tell me where you live, Fairy." He's rubbing circles over the back of my hand with his thumb and it makes it hard to think.
"Um… With my parents," I say quietly. "In the Lookout Mountain area. About five minutes from the Wal-Mart." He turns right onto the ramp and heads
for the interstate. I assumed we'd go back to his place to finish what we started. I have never been more afraid of something in my life. I was afraid he was done with me. What the hell would I do then?
"Besides, I'm sure you'd like to be more comfortable than in that gown."
"Oh God! Yes," I say clapping my hands.
"Where do you live?" I ask. I want to know all about him.
"Signal Mountain. In a townhouse by the station."
"Ah. That makes sense. What do you normally do on Thursday night?"
"After work, I usually go home and watch sports or reruns until I pass out. Not very rock star I'm afraid. I think you'll change all that. I don't want this to end. Ever."
"I think it's adorable. And neither do I," I say moving our hands over to his thigh. His cock is still hard. It practically reaches his knee. "Damn, Big Daddy," I moan.
"You are killing me, Fairy," he groans.
"Sorry." I pull my hand away. "Turn right here," I remember that I'm supposed to be giving directions. "Fourth house on the left." He pulls into the driveway and I open the car door.
"I'll be right back."
"I'm coming in with you," he says unfolding himself from the car.
"You don't have to do that," I assure him.
"Nonsense. I want to meet your parents."
"Alright. I just hope my dad has pants on."
"What?"
"I mean real pants. He wears suits for work and as soon as he comes home, he puts pajama pants on. It's like his ritual."
"Hmm… me too."
"Okay. Let's go," I say taking his hand. "Oh. My parents are really young. They had me in high school."
"How young?"
"My mom is thirty-six and my dad will be forty in three days."
"Your mom is four years older than I am." I laugh. When he doesn't, I sober up. "Oh, you’re serious. Is that a deal-breaker?
"Fuck no. I was just stating a fact," he says kissing me. Damn. His kiss makes me feel like I'm on fire. His hand is on my throat again. Why Is that so centering. So calming. Suddenly, I hear the door swing open.
"Shit. Sorry," I hear my dad say and slam the door. I groan. I'm sure no dad ever wants to see that.
"Come on."
I open the door and lead him inside. My sister is sitting on the couch watching tv with her best friend, Ramon. I know she's in love with him, but he hasn't made a move yet and she refuses to.
"Back into anything new today, Norah? Dad's in a tizzy," Hilda says causing everyone including Micah to laugh. I elbow him in the stomach, not that it does anything. I want to yell at her, but I don't. I follow my parents hushed voices into the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, my shirtless dad is talking to my thankfully wearing a sweatshirt and my Harry Potter pajama pants mom. They stop talking when I enter the room.
"Mom. Dad. This is Micah,"
"Halloran. I've seen you on TV," my dad says extending his hand. "I'm Tyler and this is Juliet."
"Yes. Nice to meet you." He says shaking both of their hands.
"How did you two meet," my mom asks.
"Tanya and everyone ditched me for a party at UTC. I wanted to go to the escape room haunted house thing, so I went there solo. I joined their party."
"Good thing, too," Micah says causing everyone to laugh. "Sir," he says addressing my father.
"Tyler is fine."
"Okay, Tyler. I'd like to speak with you while Norah gets changed."
"Mama, can you help me in my room for a minute.
"Of course. We'll leave you two boys alone." She kisses my father before leaving the room. They always do that. Every single time one of them leaves a room or the house they kiss. I used to think it was too much but now I think I get it. What if I don't get to come back to him? Micah must have the same idea because he spins me to him and kisses me briefly.
In my bedroom, my mom helps me unzip the dress. I clutch it to me because I remember I have nothing on under it. I go into my closet and pull on my robe. When I come back out, my mom is sitting on my bed.
"Tell me everything," she says as I sit down beside her.
"I'm in love," I say.
"I know, I can tell. Tell me what I don't know."
"I had sex in a haunted house," I blurt out.
"Your first time was in a haunted house?" I nod. "Well, at least you love haunted houses," she says laughing. "How do you feel?"
"So many things, mom. Amazing, older, relaxed, sore, complete, right."
"I get it, Norah. That's exactly how you are supposed to feel when you love someone." She pulls me into a hug.
"I don't think I live here anymore, Mama."
"I know you don't. That man has possessive written all over his face. You know, in a good way. Promise me you won't go too far away. You and your sister are my best friends."
"He lives in Signal Mountain. You are my best friend too. I won't be going too far away." We kinda grew up together. She's only sixteen years older than me.
I take a quick shower and get dressed in a green sweater dress and for the first time in forever, flats. When we get downstairs, my dad and Micah are having a beer.
"What did you guys talk about?" I ask grabbing a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.
"I'll tell you when it's time," Micah says cryptically. "You look beautiful, Fairy."
"Thanks, Big Daddy," I say a little too loudly since I hear my dad choke on his beer and my mom giggle.
Oops.
Chapter Five
Micah
On the drive to my place, I can see her long legs every time we pass under a streetlight. I've never driven faster. I park in my driveway.
"Is someone else here?" she asks.
"No. That's my car too. So is that one," I say pointing to my Mercedes SUV and my 1976 Challenger.
"Come. Let's take a shower, then we'll get messy again."
"I'd like that, but I took a shower at home."
"This is home now," I say as I open the front door and turn the lights on.
"I know. Wow. This is huge," she says.
"How about I take a shower and you order some pizza?"
"I can handle that."
After giving her a quick tour of the place, I hop in the shower. I almost don't want to wash her mark, her virgin blood, off of me. Again, I feel like a caveman, but of course, I wash it off. When I come out of the bathroom, I have a towel wrapped around my waist. I am surprised to find her naked in my bed, covers already pulled back. She's got a basketball game on, which she is actually watching. She looks so small and fragile in my California King, though I know she's anything but.
"What are you doing, Fairy?" She stands and floats over to me. She drops to her knees in front of me, removing the towel from my waist. My hard cock hits her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum there.
"I'm not hungry… for food," she says gripping my cock. She pumps it up and down with her tiny hands. It looks so obscene, I'm surprised when I don't come all over her. Then she wraps her lips around me and sucks. She's not able to take me fully into her mouth but she does get a fair amount in there. She sucks, licks, and strokes me until she gags, then I pull her off of me. I lift her, stride the two steps to the bed, and toss her on it. Her legs are spread open wide and lick my lips. Lying flat on the bed, I place my hands under her ass and pull her wet cunt to my face. I lick from her clit to her ass before really getting into it. She screams but takes it like a good girl.
"Whose pussy is this?" I ask as I come up to my knees. Cock gripped firmly in hand, I tease her with it by running it through her folds and tapping it on her clit. Leaning down, I take her lips in a savage kiss.
"It's yours, Big Daddy." I groan when her pink tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip. I can't help but slamming all eleven inches into her tiny pussy. She arches off the bed while moving her hips, trying to get more. I thrust harder and harder, my hips moving quickly. Her nails dig into my pecs while her heels dig into my ass. Reaching between us, I pinch her clit.
"This clit is mine too, N
orah. It's all mine. There's no escaping me," I grunt.
"Who says I want to?"
"Good girl," I murmur kissing her again. I am not looking for reassurance here, I am just stating facts.
"Micah, Micah, Micah," she chants louder and louder. I feel her pussy squeezing my cock repeatedly. "Micah, oh God. I love you," she screams as she comes. At her declaration, I come so hard, I almost pass out. I drop down to her chest. I move to the side of her but not before I take each of her hard nipples into my mouth. "Too much. I'm on sensory overload right now," she says pushing my face away from her chest. She sighs in contentment.
"I love you too," I whisper in her ear before kissing the shell of it.
"Good," she says snuggling into me.
Sometime later, she wakes up and I feel it the instant she does.
"What's the matter, Fairy?"
"Several things."
"Like what?"
"I gotta pee, I'm hungry, thirsty, and did I dream that the National's won the World Series on Wednesday?"
"No. They clinched it in game seven."
"Oh. Thank God." She gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. I look at the clock. It's only one in the morning. I get up and find some clean shorts and head into the kitchen. I rustle up some sandwich stuff and make my girl one. I really need to go grocery shopping.
She bursts into the kitchen wearing my shirt from last night.
"I'm not on birth control," she blurts.
"Okay," I say shrugging.
"Okay. Just okay? You came inside of me. Twice. A lot, well a lot if what's stuck to my thigh tells me anything." She's rambling. She’s nervous and it’s adorable.
"Norah. Calm down. The only question I need an answer to is do you want kids?" She takes a deep breath in an effort to calm down.
"Yes. I do. Lots."
"Then we are good. I want them with you. Never really thought about them before tonight." She visibly relaxes. "Come here," I say beckoning her to me with my finger. She comes to me. Without shoes, she only comes up to below my pecs. I lift her up and set her down on the counter gently. "Eat," I say handing her the sandwich. She takes a dainty bite then devours it in minutes.
