The Misters Series (Mister #1-7)

by J. A. Huss

  She nods.

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?” she whispers.

  “Say you want me to fuck you.”

  She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

  She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”

  “How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”

  “Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.

  “Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”

  “No,” she says.

  “I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”

  “Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”

  “Make me wish that, Nolan.”

  “I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.

  I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”

  “OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

  She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.

  Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t be. I love it. I love knowing I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you everything, Ivy. Now get on your fucking knees and take my shorts off so I can stick my cock down your throat.”

  She starts breathing heavy, almost panting. But she drops to her knees. I place her hand on my hard cock and make her squeeze it.

  “Do it,” I say, grabbing her hair and yanking a little. She moans again as her fingertips ease under the waistband of my swim trunks, tugging them down my legs until they drop on the floor.

  I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, and say, “Are you ready to blow me?”

  “Yessss,” she hisses through her teeth.

  “Then put your hand right here, Ivy.” I take her hand and place it over my shaft.

  “You’re so hard.”

  “You make me hard. Now pump it. Yeah,” I say, “just like that.” She’s got a little technique going and I’m pleasantly surprised, a twisting motion as she slides her hand up and down my dick. “I want to be inside your mouth, Ivy. I want to feel your throat. Open up.”

  She opens her mouth, leaning forward, but then she hesitates.

  “It’s OK,” I say. “I won’t go deep. Yet.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine and I grip her hair even tighter. “Jesus, Ivy. Are you sure this is your first time?”

  She smiles, gaining confidence.

  “Open wider, Ivy. It’s not going to fit like that.”

  She opens wider, waiting for me to move forward, but instead of doing it that way, I surprise her when I thrust her towards me and my dick slips inside her hot, wet mouth. Her lips seal around it automatically, her teeth scraping along my skin. I wince, but I don’t chastise her. I’ll take what I can get right now. If I scare her, she might not want to finish me off.

  I ease deeper and she gags. I love the fucking gag reflex. I love when I’m fucking a girl and I stick my fingers down her throat to make her gag. Her pussy clamps down, every time.

  I want to feel that with Ivy Rockwell.

  I need my fingers in her pussy. I need to make her gag on my cock as I’m fingering her, just so I can feel the muscles clamp down.

  “Get up,” I say, pulling on her hair as she stands. “Shhh,” I say, when she looks worried. “I love it. But I want to finger you as you suck. So come here.”

  I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Turn around, Ivy. Sit on my chest and suck my cock while I stare at your pussy.”

  She takes a deep breath and lets it out. But she climbs on, and positions herself just as I asked. Her ass is perfect. Two round globes, her pussy peeking out at me, practically dripping. Practically begging me to fuck her.

  “Suck, baby. Keep going.”

  She lowers her mouth to my dick again, her hot breath covering me, until her wet tongue is licking and swirling around my head.

  “Deeper,” I say, scooting her down so she will be able to take me in. I grab her hair and push. She responds by opening wider, gagging a little.

  I shake my head. Damn. Everything she’s doing is perfect.

  My fingers can’t get inside her fast enough. I slip one in and she startles, gasping for air. But I just say, “Shhh,” and keep her head in position.

  I go slower this time, easing in and out of her pussy. It’s slick enough, so I stick another finger in. This time she wriggles until my fingers fall out.

  “You don’t like it?” I ask.

  “I do,” she says, the air cold against my wet dick. “I just like it… slow. Can you do it slow?”

  “Sure,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Ivy. So don’t be shy. The key to fantastic sex is talking. I like it fast. I want your head bobbing up and down my dick like you want to eat it. So if you do it my way, I’ll do it your way.”

  She inhales and then resumes, her motion much faster now, just the way I like it.

  I go slow. So painfully fucking slow. It drives me crazy to do it her way. It makes me so fucking hard, I just want to explode.

  Easy, Nolan.

  “Fuck, yes, Ivy. That’s perfect.” I can feel her smile around my cock and I take my attention back to her pussy. I let go of her hair and use my fingers to spread her open, then sit up a little so I can lick her clit.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, my dick falling out of her mouth.

  “What?”

  “That feels so good.”

  Shit, that boring boyfriend guy must not know how to lick pussy, because this is basic stuff.

  Well, I have no complaints about that. She will never forget the way I eat pussy. I’m going to ruin her for life with this night.

  I ease a finger in and wish I could lick her everywhere, finger her, and fuck her all at the same time.

  She moans and wiggles, but she doesn’t stop again. Her mouth is so full of saliva, I can feel it dripping down onto my balls. So I pump her a little harder. Soft and slow is nice, but the hard fuck is what makes girls come.

  “Do you like it?” I ask.

  “Mmmm,” she moans.

  “Come,” I say. “Come like this and then I’ll make you come again. I’ll make you come all night if you want, but I want to taste it right now.”

  Her moans get deeper and I know she’s close, so I grab her hair again and start thrusting my cock inside her mouth. She gags, pulls back. But I hold her there. Waiting for it. Waiting for her throat to constrict, to grip me tight. And when that happens, she clenches her pussy, gasping for breath, desperate to get my cock out of her mouth as she comes all over my fingers.

  I lean forward and lick her juices as I blow my load into her t
hroat.

  Chapter Sixteen - Ivy

  I have never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. And if this is what sex is like, and he’s not even inside me yet, it is amazing.

  But then I feel his cock tighten, and then there’s a rush of come, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pull back, gagging, choking. His come drips out of my mouth. The taste of salt and something else I can’t identify—come, I say in my head.

  “Turn around, Ivy. You want to be on top? Get the fuck on top. I can come again and again.”

  “Condom,” I say, wiping my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he says. “I’m clean. Aren’t you on birth control?”

  “No,” I say. “Condom.”

  “OK,” he says, pushing me off to the side as he gropes around for a towel. He wipes my face with a smile. “You like that? You came pretty hard. I felt your pussy gripping my fingers.”

  That’s… a thing? “You liked that?” I look at his legs, all wet with the come I spit out.

  “Liked?” he says. “Fucking loved it. You’re a blow job natural, Ivy.” And then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. “That’s what I taste like,” he says, pulling away. And then he slips his fingers inside my mouth and says, “This is what you taste like.”

  I taste sweet. He tastes salty.

  He kisses me on the mouth again. “I gotta go find a condom. Just relax for a second.”

  I rest my head back on the covers and stare up at the ceiling. I came. My fingers dip between my legs, amazed at how wet it is down there. I came with a guy. And I sucked his dick. And I liked it.

  When he had his fingers inside me, it hurt. I thought for sure he’d know. I thought for sure there’d be blood or something to give away my secret. But he didn’t. He just kept going.

  I’m smiling when Nolan returns, rolling the condom over his still fully-erect cock.

  He bounces on the bed next to me, lying back and patting his stomach. “Climb on, Ivy. Face me this time so I can squeeze your tits and slap your ass at the same time.”

  Jesus.

  But it surprises me how happy he seems. All the walls he had earlier are down.

  Is that all it takes to get a man to open up to you? Sex?

  “Come on, baby. I’m ready to go again.” He pulls me towards him, and when I swing my leg over his middle, he slaps my ass hard and says, “Hurry. I need to be inside you.”

  This is when I get nervous. A finger or two is not that giant cock I just had in my mouth. “I like it slow, remember?”

  “I’m OK with slow.” And then he winks. “At first.”

  Oh, God. All my bravery is gone. I’m really going to let him put his dick in me.

  And it’s going to hurt, hurt, hurt. Just like those girls said on that forum.

  I hover over him, hesitant. And just as I’m about to tell him maybe this isn’t a good idea, he says, “Wait.”

  “Wait?”

  “Yeah, hold on.” His fingers slide between my legs, pushing into my pussy. “Let me get you good and wet.”

  Oh, yeah. I’ve read about lube. We’re not using lube, but I’m slick down there.

  “Fuck, Ivy.”

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” He laughs. “Nothing at all. You’re just so goddamned wet. I want to lick your pussy so bad.”

  “We can do that instead,” I say, hopeful.

  “Fuck that. We can do that all night. Right now, all I want is for you to push yourself down on my cock and let me fuck you—”

  “Slow,” I remind him.

  “Right. We can do it slow.”

  I take a deep breath and ease myself down. He guides the tip of his dick into my opening, pushing against my folds.

  It fucking hurts! Those girls were right. It fucking hurts!

  “Relax,” Nolan says. “Why are you so tense?” He massages my shoulders for a second and I try to relax. I think I read once that tensing up makes pain worse. But that was for like, a broken ankle or something. Not losing your virginity.

  “That’s better,” he says. “And I get it, you like it slow. But not too slow, right?”

  He likes it fast and hard. He’s said this a few times already. So I smile and say. “Not too slow.”

  “Good,” he says, like he really means it.

  I don’t want to disappoint him or make him suspicious. So I ease down a little more. It’s feels like my vagina is being ripped open. But I bite back the moan of pain and bury my head in his shoulder.

  Nolan responds by wrapping his arms around me and moving his hips in a gentle sideways motion.

  It feels good. The pain recedes, and the way he’s moving makes me arch my back. Somehow, he’s hitting my clit.

  “Do you like that?” Nolan asks when a soft moan fills the room.

  “Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. My mind is filled with the pleasure.

  I ease my hips down a little more, sinking over his cock. Covering him, like the girl described in her post. I feel in control. Like I’m the one calling the shots.

  “Move your hips with mine, Ivy. Yeah,” he says, when I respond. “Like that. You’re driving me fucking crazy with this slow stuff.”

  But I like it. It’s perfect. I’m used to his thickness now. The stretching feeling is going away. I’m actually enjoying myself.

  “I’d like to flip you over, Ivy. Push your face into the mattress. I’d pound you hard. I’d pull your fucking hair so hard, pull your head so far back, you’d have to look me in the eyes as my other hand wrapped around your throat. I’d kiss your mouth as I made you come all over my dick.”

  I can feel my next orgasm building. I’m bewildered by all of this. The way he’s talking to me. What he’s doing to me. It’s everything I thought it’d be. He is everything in bed. Everything a girl wants.

  “Come, Ivy. Come right now.”

  I do. I come. I come and he holds me close, makes me feel so close to him. I bite his shoulder as the wave of pleasure makes me shudder. And I wait for him to do the same. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t stop, his hips never stop that motion. And before I know it, he’s thrusting up against me. I realize then that he wasn’t fully inside me… but he is now.

  I scream from the pain, and all Nolan hears is the pleasure of my orgasm. Because he breathes hard in my ear, saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again. And then he stops. “My turn, Ivy. My way now.”

  He rolls us over, his crushing weight pushing me into the bed, but all I’m thinking about is the relief of not having him pounding his dick into me.

  A second later I’m face down on the mattress, his chest pushing hard against my back. His mouth on the back of my neck. “Now you’ll see how I do it. None of that soft shit, Ivy. I like it hard. And when I’m done, you’ll like it hard too.”

  He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. just the way he told me he would.

  He pulls hard, making me look up at the ceiling. I concentrate on it as he thrusts his dick back into my pussy.

  I scream again, the pain shooting through my body.

  “Fuck, yes,” Nolan says, his face hovering over mine now. Hiding the view of the ceiling. “Scream, Ivy. I like the way you scream.”

  He fucks me.

  Hard. And when he’s ready, he pulls out, rips the condom off, flips me over, and says, “Open your fucking mouth.”

  I do it automatically. Like I’m under some kind of spell. And then he comes all over my face, my tongue, my hair.

  And when he’s done, he collapses on top of me, rolls to the side when I grunt and try to escape, and wraps his arms around me. “We’re going to do this again. Later, when I’m not so sleepy and content.”

  I cry into my pillow, sticky and wet from his come. I wipe as much of it as I can on the pillowcase and then just lie still as the hours tick off. I don’t fall asleep until there’s a crack of light coming through the closed blinds.

  I feel like I just barely closed my eyes when Nolan gets up and walks into the bathroom
. I roll over and watch him disappear inside, then scoot over on to the other side of the bed so he won’t get any funny ideas about fucking me again when he comes back. I pretend to sleep. I squeeze my eyes closed and start breathing heavy. Faking it.

  He returns a few minutes later, but he doesn’t join me in bed. I feel a wave of relief. I can’t fuck him again. Ever. He’s too much. Way too much. That hurt so bad last night. It wiped away all the stuff I loved. I will never have sex again, I know it. My vagina is permanently damaged.

  “What the fuck, Ivy?” Nolan asks, annoyed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period? I would’ve put a towel down.”

  “I’m not—” I stop. Because I realize what’s on the bed. Blood. Evidence of my lie.

  But before I can say anything else, someone is pounding on his door.

  “Nolan!” Claudette’s voice booms from outside. “Open this fucking door, right now!”

  Chapter Seventeen - Nolan

  “I thought you said your sister was out of town?”

  I just stare at Ivy, ignoring my sister’s tantrum. “What do you mean you’re not on your period? Then why were you bleeding last night?” It’s not a lot of blood, but it’s definitely blood.

  “Nolan,” Ivy says. “I can explain.”

  “Explain what?”

  Claudette is still pounding on the front door to the room. In fact, she might be kicking it.

  “I just…”

  “Wait,” I say, putting the pieces together. “No. It’s not possible. You’re… you were a virgin? Jesus Christ, Ivy! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  She jumps up from the bed as I pull on some shorts. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I look around for her clothes, realize she came here in a bathing suit, and then fish through my drawers until I come up with a shorts and t-shirt for her too. “Put these on,” I say, throwing them at her.

  “Why are you mad?”

  I grab my hair to think this through as I pace the room. Claudette is still throwing her fit. “I took your virginity?”

  Ivy pulls the shorts up and then hastily drags the t-shirt over her head. “Why are you mad about it?”