by Amy Brown
He follows my gaze. “Damn. I was having a nice time with you.”
“I’ll text Mom and tell her to meet me at your house.”
Very casually, he says, “How about you hold off on that? We can go back to my house and watch a movie, or play a video game?”
God, he’s so smooth. He even manages to use the weather to get me where he wants me. This was probably his plan all along. That was why he was okay with pulling back in the lake with me. He had other plans anyway. I study his placid expression, wondering if I’m just being paranoid, or if he really is as calculating as I suspect.
“You sure I shouldn’t just go home?”
His gaze flickers. “Is that what you want?”
Not really. But what I want and what is good for me aren’t necessarily the same thing. “If we spend too much time together, you’ll discover how boring I am.”
“You’re not boring.”
I sigh. “I’m sure you have better things to do than entertain me all day.”
He tilts his head, studying me. “If you don’t want to come to my house, or spend time with me, Charity. Just say so. I’m fine either way.”
He seems to instinctively know that the second he pulls away, I only want him more.
Bastard.
If I don’t want to sleep with him, I should probably insist on calling Mom. No doubt he’s got clean sheets on the bed, lube, and a condom on his pillow waiting for the big seduction. Instead of being angry, I feel excited. He thinks sleeping together is all his idea. He doesn’t realize I’ve toyed with the idea of him being my first. If I do give into his seduction act, it’s important to me that he doesn’t think he tricked me. My pride can’t handle that.
“I didn’t say I don’t want to spend more time with you,” I say.
He doesn’t look surprised at my response. Why would he be? He’s probably played this game hundreds of times with tons of different girls. A self-satisfied smirk touches his lips. He thinks he’s got me right where he wants me. He thinks he can just take me back to his place, and coax me into sleeping with him. “Great. Then let’s pack up and head to my house.”
Instead of being mad at how smug he sounds, my body flushes at the idea of him fucking me. Whether he’s manipulating me or not, I think I want to lose my virginity to Mason. The realization of that is shocking, but when I imagine him inside me, I can barely breathe. I want him so bad, sweat breaks out on my face at the idea of having him. I’m tired of telling him no. I don’t just yearn to know what it’s like to have sex. I’m dying to know what it’s like to have sex with Mason. I don’t think I really care why Mason wants to fuck me. I want him too, so who cares why? Isn’t lust a valid enough reason to want sex?
But I want him on my terms.
I don’t like the idea of being a cog in his sex wheel. I resent the idea of lying on a mattress that he’s seduced a bunch of other chicks on. I’m not stupid, and if I sleep with him, it’s not because he duped me. I want him to know that. It’s important to me that he understands that.
The dark clouds are over us now, and the wind has picked up. I glance around the lake, and notice most people are hurriedly packing up and leaving because of the impending storm. Where we are on the other side of the lake is mostly private. As a dirty idea forms in my mind, my pulse races. There’s a crack of thunder above us, and Mason winces. He looks surprised when instead of cringing, I laugh.
My legs shake as I walk to a row of shrubs that screen us from the rest of the park. He looks confused. He probably expected me to squeal, and run for the shelter of his truck. I don’t feel like running. Not even a little. What I feel is exhilarated as I hold his gaze, and slowly reach to untie my bikini top.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, but he doesn’t move. He simply stares as I drop my top to the ground. My breasts are bare now, the nipples hard from the chilly air. It’s exciting to feel the cold air caressing my bare skin as Mason’s eyes glaze over with desire.
“What… what are you doing?” he asks softly, taking a step toward me.
“Deciding when and where you fuck me.” My voice quivers, and I almost lose my nerve. But then I slide my bikini bottoms down, and step out of them. Stumbling slightly, I force a smile. I’m not a natural at seduction, that’s for sure, but he’s obviously interested. His nostrils are flared and his eyes glitter.
I’ve never been naked in front of a guy before. I don’t feel as self-conscious as I thought I would because he obviously loves what he sees. Euphoria rolls through me as he walks toward me, his trunks tented from his erection. I did that to him. I have that effect on his body. It’s crazy to think Mason wants me so much.
It doesn’t take him long to reach me. He isn’t shy when he gets to me either. He immediately cups my breasts, thumbing my nipples, and pulling a moan from me. I feel out of control with how much I want him. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, but there’s no controlling it. This is what Mason does to me; just a look or a touch and my pussy is wet and throbbing.
His eyes are darker than usual, and his expression is impossible to read. “You’re the most perplexing girl.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I know what you had planned for today.”
He arches one brow. “Do you?”
“Yes. This whole day has been about setting me up to get me back to your bed.”
He actually has the nerve to laugh. “And here I thought I was so clever.”
“You’re sneaky. Practiced.”
His gaze flickers. “So, then… are you just teasing me? Putting me in my place?”
“No. I’m offering myself to you.”
“For real?”
I lift my chin. “Only because I want it.”
He shivers. “Yeah? You want it? You want me?”
“Don’t all the girls?”
He doesn’t respond. He’s probably afraid if he admits how many girls want him, I’ll change my mind.
I’m not changing my mind.
I clear my throat. “Well, this… this is on my terms.”
“Okay,” he says softly, looking very serious. “Whatever you say, Charity.”
I move up to him, and slip my arms around his neck. He gives a sharp intake of breath, and his hands cup my bare ass. His hands are big and warm, and I whimper and press my breasts against his bare chest. His body feels so good against mine, it makes me weak in the knees. Every inch of me is on fire with hunger for him, and when I dig my fingers into his shoulders he groans. His cock is poking out the bottom of his trunks, nudging my thigh. “Take your shorts off,” I whisper harshly.
Without a word, he obeys and drops his trunks. His balls are swollen, and his thick cock hangs between his muscled thighs. I’ve never seen a dick in real life. I’ve seen photos and some porn online, but I’ve always looked away quickly because the male genitalia kind of scared me. Today I don’t look away. I stare at his thick length, noticing the protruding veins, and how precum pearls on the tip.
I suddenly occurs to me that if I let that thing inside me bare, I could get pregnant. That glistening drop on the head of his cock is dangerous. Just a few drops of sperm could make a baby inside me. I don’t want to end up like my mom. I desperately want him to fuck me, but I didn’t think about protection because I didn’t plan on this moment even happening. That shows how inexperienced I am. I didn’t even think about rubbers until I saw that beautiful drip of cum on the tip of his dick. Mason would have had condoms at his house, but does he have any with him at the park?
When I hesitate, he cocks his head. “Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head, my cheeks pink. “I… I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Frowning, he says, “We can do things without going all the way.”
“You’re okay with just that?” That’s surprising to me. I assumed he’d want full on sex or nothing. I know I do.
He shrugs. “Obviously, I’d like to fuck you. But I definitely liked doi
ng that stuff to you the other night.”
I shiver at the memories. “It was nice.” I sigh. “But… but I want to feel your… your… dick… inside me too.”
He closes his eyes, and clenches his jaw. “Fuck, Charity. You’re killing me here. I’m trying to be responsible.”
Embarrassed that maybe he thinks I’m being slutty, I step away from him. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. My hormones and lust are buzzing through me, but I have no idea what the heck I’m doing trying to seduce Mason. Maybe I got it all wrong and he never planned on seducing me.
He grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know.” My voice wavers. “I feel stupid now.”
He laughs, and a hint of his usual confidence shines through. There’s a crack of thunder immediately followed by lightening. This time he doesn’t even flinch. He kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine. I’m out of breath by the time he lifts his head and says, “Stay here. I think I have a condom in my truck.”
I’m not sure what to feel about that. What kind of guy keeps a condom in the glove compartment? Does he just drive by girls, pull over, and fuck them on a regular basis? I watch him trot to his red truck. He isn’t the least bit worried someone will see him naked? God, he’s almost too fucking confident. I glance around, glad to see the park is deserted. I shiver because it’s actually pretty cold now since the temperature dropped suddenly. I kneel down on the grass, hoping that move will shield me from the wind.
I’m beginning to feel like an idiot. When fat rain drops begin to sprinkle down on my bare skin, I groan. This was a dumb idea. I’m sitting naked in the park in the middle of a rainstorm. For all I know Mason drove off because he thinks I’m a crazy whore. I start to rise, but Mason is back.
“What’s wrong?” Mason stands over me, looking disappointed.
I stare up at him, drops pelting my face. I’m surprised the rain isn’t sizzling on my cheeks because they’re so hot. “This was ridiculous. I’m sorry. This is so stupid. I’m so stupid.”
He drops down to his knees in front of me. “No, Charity. Please don’t freak out.”
I grimace and cover my breasts. “You must think I’m nuts.”
He shakes his head, and grins. “I think you’re amazing.”
Surprised, I frown. “Why would you?”
“Why?” He walks on his knees over to me. His eyes burn into mine, as he says, “I like that you’re deciding when and where I fuck you. I love that.” He laughs. “Ordering me to drop my trunks? Fuck, that’s hot.”
I narrow my eyes. Maybe he’s crazier than me. “You like that?”
He shrugs. “I kind of do.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “What else do you want me to do, Charity? Boss me around.”
Twisted excitement ripples through me. He could manhandle me in a heartbeat, but he likes me pushing him around? That’s kind of sexy. I feel a little better now because, judging from how erect his cock is, he truly is turned on. I get to my feet. “Lie… lie on your back.”
He looks at the wet grass. “Really?”
“Do it,” I snap, trying not to laugh at his surprised expression.
He shrugs, and gets on his back. His cock is stiff, and jutting up between his legs. I didn’t think I’d like the look of a dick, but I like Mason’s. He’s circumcised, and the skin of his cock is smooth, and pale. He’s big though. I’m not sure how something that long and thick can fit inside me.
He smiles. “You’re looking at me like I’m a science experiment.”
I sigh. “I’m turned on, but I don’t know what to do.”
His smile fades. “Yeah you do.”
My cheeks are warm as I hold his gaze. “I’m a virgin.” Why do I say that? Am I trying to pretend I haven’t had filthy thoughts about him? For goodness sake I let him suck my clit. He knows I’m no innocent princess.
“I know you’re a virgin.”
I grimace. “It’s that obvious?”
“I have a lot of experience.”
That’s no surprise to me, but I still resent hearing him say it. The good thing about it though is it makes me feel competitive. I already know he’s turned on by me. He loved doing what we did at the bonfire. Maybe I need to stop worrying about being the clueless virgin and tap into my slutty side. It’s definitely there and Mason brings it out in me. I need to make him forget all those other girls. That bitch Sophia can go suck and egg. I’m going to have sex with Mason because I want him, and he wants me.
“I… I don’t know how to start,” I whisper.
“Want me to do something to you first?”
I swallow hard. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Order me to do it.”
“Umm.” I frown, but say forcefully, “Mason, I want you to… p… pleasure me. Now.” I feel stupid commanding him, but he looks eager.
He slowly gets to his knees, and his face is level with my pussy. I catch my breath as he puts his hands on my thighs and leans forward. His hot breath washes over my mound, and I push my fingers into his hair. He pulls me closer, and his tongue circles my clit, teasing that tender bud, and making me tremble.
“Oh. Oh.” I gasp, staring at the empty picnic tables across the lake. I’m standing up, so if anyone is lingering in the park, they could see me. My breasts bounce as I wiggle against his face. A gush of my juices release as he licks my labia, and I open my thighs wider. “Yeah, yeah,” I moan.
He grunts, and sucks my clit into his mouth. Arching my back, I cry out. The pleasure he’s giving me is almost too much. I shudder and tug at his hair. His tongue slips inside me and he fingers my clit gently. One of his hands slides up my naked body to grab one of my breasts. He squeezes and pinches my nipple and sucks my clit harder.
“Please. Please.” I strain against him, needing his tongue deeper. I start to rock against his face, moaning and seeking relief from the delicious torture he’s inflicting. The rain is pelting me and I’m begging Mason to finish me off. I don’t care if people can see or hear me as I hump against his face desperately.
His fingernail scrapes my nipple hard, and something inside me snaps. I cry out and come, shuddering as my orgasm slams through me. My pussy contracts and pulses, and he licks and sucks me all the way through. Finally, I’m spent, and I fall to my knees. He pulls me on top of him, manages to lay on his back, and his arms come around me.
I’m panting and weak from my climax. With a groan, he nudges my thighs apart and thrusts. The delicious slide of his unsheathed cock against my folds makes me cry out in surprise. I’m still so sensitive after coming, it hurts and feels good at the same time. A fire sparks inside of me, and I instinctively match his movements. The glide of his dick against my clit feels so agonizingly good, I can’t wait for him to enter me. I know it will hurt, but I want it bad. I need to know what it’s like to fuck. I need to.
His clean scent mixes with the musty earth and rain. I run my hands over his chest loving that he’s all man, muscle, and strength. He could snap me in two, but he lies under me, giving up his power. I kiss him, and he opens his mouth to my tongue. I delve into the depths, tasting him. I remember his flavor from the other night, and I crave more.
Mason’s rough hands smooth over my back and buttocks, and when he slips his finger over my asshole, I shiver. Does he do anal with girls? God, he’s probably done it all. After all, he had a condom in his glove compartment, he’s no angel.
He holds my gaze, lust shimmering in his. I sit up and straddle him, and he grabs my tits and kneads them. My nipples are so pink and hard, they ache. I’m also embarrassed at how wet I am. My juices are coating his abs, and I can smell my own musky scent. The condom packet is beside his hip, the silver package taunting me. I can’t have him inside me until that’s on him. Does he want me to put it on him?
His fingers dig into my thighs now, and I can see how blown with lust his pupils are. His face is flushed, and his need makes my heart pound. God, he wants me bad. I feel powerful having that influence over
him. He looks like he’d die if he can’t fuck me, I think I’d die if we stopped right now. My insides are hot and quivering in anticipation of being fucked. I’m shivering with how much I need to feel his cock enter me. I look down and see his ruddy cock glistening against my bush. He’s leaking all over me too, and I moan at the sight. If I was on the pill he could just push inside and flood me.
He slides his hands up to my pussy, and he starts to finger my clit. I cry out and rock against him, seeking friction. “Oh, God,” I whimper.
His eyes are bright as he slides his other finger inside me. I gasp, throw my head back, and come again without warning. My clit quivers and throbs as my insides convulse on his finger. “Yeah, come baby,” he whispers.
I’m shocked how easily he got me to climax again, but drowning in a haze of pleasure, so I can’t complain. Shivers rock through me every few seconds and I lay down on his chest. He chuckles against my hair and grabs the condom wrapper. I hear him tear it open, and I guess he slides it on because next thing I know his dick is pressing into my pussy. I’m still shaking from how delicious my orgasm was, and I think that was his plan. His thick width enters me slowly, inch by inch, burning and stretching me wide.
I whimper and he groans, “Open for me. Let me in, Charity.”
“I’m afraid.” My muscles are so tense because of the pain, I’m not sure I can do this. I bite my lip, trying to relax. I want him inside me desperately, but it definitely hurts.
“It’s okay.” He strokes my back, his fingers caressing my trembling flesh. He slowly rocks his hips and my pussy responds.
“Oh, God.” His dick swells inside me, and the pressure does something so delicious I can’t explain it. I can’t control what’s happening. I want to cry, but also thank him for the pleasure. I’m hot, shaky, and weak as my body opens to him.
“Yeah, there you go, yeah.”
“I… I…” Lightning flashes and rain pours down on my back as he begins to thrust. I cry out and clench my teeth, my eyes stinging with tears. I force my muscles to open, and he slips in all the way. Oh, my fucking God. I can’t breathe for a minute, as my body struggles to absorbs his thick length. I feel stuffed full, and he’s everywhere inside of me. I bite his shoulder, and cry out as the pain slowly begins to turn into pleasure.