by J Marie
“Obviously, someone was paying attention the other day.”
“Well, I do tend to be a very good student.” He winks again and heat pools at my core. I’m so horny for him. It’s as if my body is drawn to him subconsciously. It craves his wants and desires or maybe just mirrors them back.
“Are you sure you can handle it? Sex…” My voice is husky with the desire to let him consume me. It’s been a hot minute since I got laid, and I need it. My lady bits are screaming timber ‘cause it’s literally going down this time. Or… maybe up.
“I’m going to give it my best shot.”
“Buckle in Brooks… it’s going down. There’s no rules, but one. No kissing. I’m sure you’ll be imagining your first time for a while now. So you run this thing. Touch me how you want to. Tell me how you want me to touch you. I’m in the passenger’s seat this morning.”
Desire pours through me. I don’t hesitate when she tells me there are no rules. I lean toward her like a man starved, craving something he’s been missing for the last twenty-two years. Her.
She’s told me no kissing, so her lips are out of bounds, but I have no problem running my fingers through that cotton candy colored hair like I’ve been dreaming about for weeks now. I grab a fistful and pull her closer to me so I can devour her.
My touch sends a spark running down her body, and I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips. “Beautiful,” I whisper against her skin, causing a spread of goosebumps to pop up everywhere against her creamy soft skin. I drag my nose along her neck and kiss at the spot right behind her ear that I discovered last time I went exploring her body. I watch heat creep across her body, lighting her face and chest in rosy pink hues, letting me know what I’m doing is turning her on.
I press kisses and nips to her neck and collarbone like she’s shown me. I come to a stop when I remember she’s not naked. Not yet. This silly contraption she keeps wearing is keeping me from her sexy body, and I hate it. She sucks in a sharp breath, nails running down my back as I continue.
Fuck the rest of the afternoon if I can be this close to her. I would give anything up just to be here right now in this very moment. Looping my arms around her thin waist, I yank her closer to me, eliminating whatever space still lingers between us.
I reach down to the bottom of her outfit and lift up. She raises her hands as I pull it up and over her head. Running my hands down her curves, my dick is hard as steel, and I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to not come on sight. I grind up into her, and Mia hitches one leg around my hip, giving me better access to her bare center.
My fingers run down her sides, moving in tiny circles across her skin. I trail one finger down and rub her up and down her slit. She wiggles, attempting to get me where she wants me, and my dick reaches up to try and touch her, bypassing me as the middle man completely.
I want to kiss her so badly, but I won’t cross the line she’s drawn in the sand. I’ve been envisioning fantasies with her for as long as I’ve known her, and they will never compare to the real deal. Her moans and the way she’s grinding against me is doing things to me. Intense things. Making me almost feral in my desire for her. I rock my hips up to her again, and she grinds down on me.
I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of my boxers, and it’s driving me blindingly crazy. Running my hand down to her ass, I grab a handful. She feels like heaven, not the sinful deception I’ve always been told to believe came with lying with a woman. She’s saving me from myself, salvation in a cotton candy haired pixie. She feels so good, too good.
“How’s it feel, Mia?” I thrust up against her again, prodding her with my steel rod.
“Fuck yes, Brooks,” she moans against my neck, running her fingers up and through my hair. Depthless sapphire blue eyes burn into mine and then slide down my body. “God, your dick is huge.” Her tiny palm cradles me, and it’s almost too much.
I’m man enough to admit I think I’ve lost the feeling in my toes because the blood has been diverted to a more important location. If I don’t stop us for a minute, I’m going to blow and it’ll be over before I know it. I don’t want to be that guy, the one who blows before he even gets the girl.
Her soft body melds into my larger one, cementing us in this sex, and sin filled moment.
My name whimpers through her lips, and it’s what I’ve been dreaming about, only in real life, it’s way more sexy. I don’t need to hear it though; her pliable body bending to me is all the confirmation I need to know I’m doing something right.
I could split wood with my dick, and it’s painful. How easy would it be to roll her under me and plunder her body like a caveman? To have her take away that ache that plagues my dick day in and day out when she’s around me. I’m lost in consumption, bordering on needing white padded walls if I don’t get her hand on me again soon.
Her hips swing sinfully over my crotch, and I curse out from the intensity. Her blunt nails claw down my back, and I want her to dig holes in me so I can remember this moment forever. I inhale her cotton candy and vanilla scent deep into my lungs, and I’ve become Pavlov’s dog over it.
I want it all, everything and anything she’s willing to offer me. I’m selfish. This intense craving for her makes me weak, but I’ll gladly be weak for her. I’ll sin for her. Fall to the depths of hell and be Hades’ right-hand man just to get one more look, one more touch, and one more moment just like this one. Sell my soul to the devil for eternity without a blink.
“Need less clothes, Brooks. Need less pants,” she croons over me, and I want to give her whatever she asks. I’m gone for this girl and the idea of pussy. I finally understand the term pussy whipped. I feel high. The blood loss to my brain is potent because all my filthiest desires creep just below the surface. Tingling at the base of my spine tells me this has to cool off for just a minute. I don’t want to blow my load too soon.
“G-gotta… take a minute, Mia. Too good. Gonna blow if we don’t stop.”
Her hands slip from the biting grip she has on my back. She rests her forehead against mine, our chests rising and falling in a frantic rhythm, slowing slightly and sinking up. She crawls out of my lap, and I take the opportunity to hop up and shred my pants.
“Damn, Brooksy. That was hot.”
“Yeah…if foreplay is that good. Let’s see how hot the sex is…”
She looks over at me, our breaths finally normalizing, and winks. “You ready?”
“Am I ever… if it’s anything like that… Hot damn. I’m ready to lose myself in your body. Do you have any idea how sexy as fuck you are?”
Seeing Mia strewn across my bed. Tousled, sexed hair spread below her. Pert nipples standing at attention, flat stomach, landing strip of hair above where I’ll be in just a few short minutes, hopefully. I audibly gulp. “You’re so hot.” My words sound like that of a pubescent teen, but she’s sent a short circuit to my brain with all this smooth skin.
I prowl up the bed toward her like a jaguar stalking his prey, my dick bouncing against my stomach. I lick my lips and find dark eyes following my every moment—her usual sapphire blues, darker than normal.
I grab the bottom of her foot and pepper small kisses up her ankle, calf, thigh, heading to the heaven between her legs. She squirms under my touch, and I inhale a scent that’s only Mia. I moan into her satin skin, and the little break does nothing to calm down my raging boner. “You smell so fucking delicious.”
My mouth explores higher, one single lick to her seam, and landing on her clit. I forgo the poetry with my mouth this time and move to the flow of her breathing and needs. I swirl my tongue around her pearl, and a whimper erupts from between her lips. She slips her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. I lift my gaze to her blue eyes. “I need you. No more teasing. Now.” Her tone is wanton and demanding. She needs me, then I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I will never for a minute, deny her. It’s not possible.
My naked body covers hers and I prop myself up on an elbow, so I don’t crush her. My bl
ood is pumping like a race car going 200 miles an hour around a track. I fear this whole thing will be over before it all begins. I certainly hope not, but I’m not stopping now. Mia shivers under me, and I know she’s just as ready.
I reach up and run one single finger down her body and rub her mound of nerves. She arches up into me, and our hips bump. My dick slides through her slickness, and I almost lose my mind. My heart feels like it just stops, and I wonder if maybe I truly have died and gone to heaven. Maybe I’m actually floating on top of myself watching down, dreaming all of this is happening. But it feels too lifelike. Too fucking real for it to be fake.
I curse, “Fuck, you’re so wet, Mia.” A groan escapes my lips as I lean over to suck on her earlobe.
She trembles below me and reaches around to grab my ass, bringing me closer to where she wants me. Her legs curl around my hips, locking us together. She clings to me, and I can feel every molecule crashing into her, much like it’s crashing into me right now. I’m fucking alive for the first time in forever, and I wonder why I waited this long. But then, I remember. I’ve never wanted anyone else the way I want Mia Preston.
“I’m losing control,” I whisper in her ear. She swivels her hips, and my tip traces over her entrance. The low groan that leaves my lips is indecent, but I can’t help it. And I don’t give a fuck. That’s how she makes me feel. I can see her pulse hammering out a beat against her throat, echoing the need in my very soul. Thump, thump, thump.
“Lose it, Brooks. Fuck me. Own me. Give me every single inch of that massive rod you call a cock. Impale me on it and make me fucking need you like I need every single breath I’m fighting to take right now.”
This close, I can see the sparkle in her endless pool of sapphire eyes. I drown in the sea wreck that’s about to happen. The hypnotic thrashing of the waves, pounding me again and again as my heart beats a song of death, drowning. I’m lost in her ocean. Whatever the hell that means. I don’t care.
When I slide into her, everything before this one perfect moment evaporates. I told myself before that one single moment in time could change the rest of my life and I thought I knew it then.
This.
This single solitary moment where our cells collide is better than any other solitary moment I’ve had in all my years on this earth. It’s a full-body awakening, a prickling sensation coursing through every vein and nerve in my body and lighting me up from the inside out. She’s snug and tight and fucking perfection.
Pleasure blooms across Mia’s face, and I puff up knowing I’m causing all that pleasure and flushing.
“I swear you weren’t this big the other day. Damn son, you’re gonna break me in half.”
“Never, you’re made to take this dick. Anything else you want to comment on?” I thrust into her emphasizing that there should be less talking and more sexing.
“Fuck yes, Brooks. Break me on this dick,” she pleads for it, with a tiny bit of demand.
Her body cradles mine perfectly, not fighting the intrusion at all. She’s wet, and her arousal makes it easier for me, the glide effortless, the heat insane. In no time, I’m hitting a wall. I’m into the hilt, and I don’t ever want to leave this pleasure land of heaven.
“Good God, Mia. If this is sinning, then send me to hell now. I’ll gladly be a sinner for you.” I chant it. As if I’m saying a prayer to the devil to keep her forever. Selling my soul off to the highest bidder at the price of her magical pussy.
“Nothing this fucking good is ever wrong, Brooks. I’ll be your downfall if you want me to be.”
I sink into her deeper, her body greedily clamping down around my own. I demand more with my cock, and she willingly gives. I would walk through hell and eternal damnation just for one more second exactly like this one.
Mia grips hard around my dick, and I lose it. A roar pummels its way through my lips.
“Fuck me harder, Brooks. I know you have it in you. Give me every fucking thing you’ve got.” And I thought Mia’s dirty talk was sexy before… her egging me on just makes me want to fulfill every request, every desire, every need. She wants to be consumed by me, then I’ll help her give that word an all new meaning.
I pound faster into her—the headboard bangs into the wall with each thrust. I stare down at her dusty pink nipples and latch onto one. I suck hard on it, pulling it between my teeth, and she mewls out her pleasure. I want to ravish her. Possess her. I roll us over, so she’s on top of me.
Her hips swivel, and somehow, I’ve managed to get even deeper inside her body. I want to crawl in and live there; that’s how far in my dick is right now. Her fingers find my chest, and blunt nails dig their way down my skin. It’s rough, and I wonder if she’s trying to make me bleed. I’d be okay if she was. I want her to fucking brand me so that everyone knows I belong to Mia fucking Preston. Scar me so that no one else exists beyond her. Because no one ever will.
My lust for her is incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced. This is nirvana, plain, and simple. Not to be cheesy, but this sex is on fire like the Kings of Leon sing about in that one song.
“Does it always feel this fucking good?” I ask. She slides up my shaft, and I almost fall out before lowering herself back down onto my length. She does this slowly two more times before going all out and riding my dick like she’s meant to do this with her body. I power up into her, our movements smooth as we move together.
“I’ve never had it this good.”
She does one slow stroke again and that telltale tingle crawls up my spine. I know I’m going to come soon.
“I’m addicted already and it’s only been once, Mia,” I say.
“Uh huh. Me too. Good thing you’ve got an excellent teacher to experiment with.”
“And what will we do next?”
“Whatever you want to…” Mia pants.
I nibble up her neck, feasting on her tender skin. I want to kiss her so badly. To overpower those bright red lips, but I stick to the line of where I can and can’t kiss her. I won’t cross it. She’s riding me hard now, squeezing my dick like it’s never been squeezed before, and I can’t stand it any longer. My balls tighten against my body. I’m pistoning up into her faster and faster. I’m going to explode at any minute.
“I can’t hold back much longer, Mia. Tell me what you need from me.”
“Touch my clit.” I’m glad for her instruction. I’m in this lusty haze, and she’s the only thing telling me what to do next. Using circular motions, I put pressure on her clit and rub in tiny circles, finding purchase on her hard nub and adding pressure as her body responds to me.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes. It feels so good. Yes, Brooks.” She’s panting and wheezing, high on me and the pleasure.
Her vise grip on my dick contracts like a fist, and I’m done for. Stars light behind my eyes, fireworks going off in my mind, and I roar out every single last bit of my control. I’m dizzy as uncut heroin filters through every vein and blood vessel in my body. I free fall, Mia dragging my come from my dick so hard I see nothing but black. I feel Mia spasm around me, and I know we’re going to be dead after this round. She lays on my chest as we ride out our orgasms together. Erratic heartbeats pound out like a clock keeping time.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last longer.”
“You were perfect, Brooks. I have a few tips, but no need to worry about those right now.”
Both of us are consumed in what just happened between us. Because that isn’t just heated sex and lust… there’s a bond that formed. The look on her face tells me everything I need to know. She felt it too, and if I know anything about Mia, she’s going to pull away. It’s what she tends to do when stuff gets too deep. I need to let her. It’s clear she’s been hurt, and she pushes people away, but I’m not going anywhere. Even if I have to let her believe it’s just sex between us.
“Damn,” she whispers above me.
“Yeah. Fuck. We can do that anytime you want to. Dick at your service. Sign me up on the dotted line. I’m done
for… finished.”
She laughs. “I have a feeling I’m really going to enjoy this bucket list we’ve created, and after that, I’ve thought of a few more things to add to it.”
“Oh yeah, care to share…”
“We’ll just have to wait and find out, won’t we?”
“Tease,” I growl out. Her mouth is so close to mine when she lays on my chest that all I’d have to do is move a few inches, and I’d be able to claim it as my own.
Mia’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red and she sighs. I scoot us up the bed, so my back is resting against the headboard, and I can look at her. I haven’t pulled out yet, and I don’t really want to either. She hasn’t complained.
“So, it was good?”
“God, yes, Brooks. It was probably the best sex I’ve had in my life.” A smile grows across my cheeks, and I feel ten feet tall. “Don’t let it get to your head though.”
“Oh, and why would that be?”
“Because then, you’re gonna wanna do it all the time.”
“And the problem with that is…”
She laughs, and my dick jerks inside her. “Ready to go again?”
“Yeah, the end came way too soon, I’ve been holding that in for way too long. Let’s just say you feel way better in person than in my dreams.”
“So you have been having sex dreams about me?”
I quirk a brow. “Never denied I wasn’t…”
“Naughty Brooks.”
“Only for you, Teacher.”
“I like it when you call me teacher.”
“Oh yeah…Teacher.” My voice is grizzly with lust pouring back in. I buck forward, and she laughs.
“You know what the good news is? You’ll only get better with practice.”
I lean up, nipping her hardened nipple. “Well, we should probably get another round of studying in while we’re at it.”