“I want you to slide that big cock of yours inside me and fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.” My eyes about pop out of my sockets at her boldness.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I warn her, my eyes dropping to her pussy. The one that hardly could take one of my fingers. How in the hell is she going to handle my cock? The cock that’s at least the diameter of three, if not four, of my fingers. She’s going to be so tight I might not make it more than one pump before I’m going off.
“You won’t.” She smirks.
“Are you sure?” I ask her one last time. I don’t think she knows that I know she’s still a virgin, and I don’t want to make this awkward for her. I stand to my full height and drop my pants and boxers. I palm my cock, giving it a few good strokes. I watch as Riley’s eyes widen just a little as she takes in my size. She licks her lips as if she’s ready to lick a lollipop, and I feel that all the way to my balls. “Want a taste?” I cockily ask.
“Yes,” she says, grinning up at me. She scoots to the edge of the mattress, her legs between mine. I widen my stance. I hold still as she tentatively reaches out and wraps her fist around my shaft. Her skin touching mine for the first time is like a brand. My skin is sizzling everywhere she touches. I let her stroke me a few times before I wrap my fist around hers, showing her just how I like it.
She leans forward once again, this time she flicks her tongue out and across the head of my cock. She takes the bead of pre-cum off my tip and moans before sucking it into her mouth like a goddamn lollipop. I don’t know how long I can last with her sucking my cock like this, but I grit my teeth and let her have her fun. When she finally breaks off from my cock, I reach over to the nightstand and pull out a condom. I tear the packet open with my teeth, pulling out the latex and rolling it down my shaft.
I slip my fingers into the waist of her thong and tug it off. I grab the bottle of lube from the drawer, as well, coating two of my fingers in it so I can ease them inside of her pussy. The first one slips in, her muscles clenching around it. I give her a few slow thrusts before I add in the second finger. Her breath hitches slightly, but her body relaxes as I start to move the two fingers inside.
“You ready for my cock?” I ask as I work her up with my fingers. I think if I have her nice and loose and ready to come, that it will ease the pain of my cock stretching her.
She nods her head yes, but that isn’t enough for me. I need her words. “Words, Riley,” I tell her, dropping a chaste kiss to her lips.
“Fuck me, Justin.”
I growl at her use of my full name. I strum her clit, working her up and close to another orgasm. Just as I feel her core start to flutter around my fingers, I pull them from her pussy, bringing them to my mouth to lick clean. I add a few drops of the lube to the head of my cock, running it around the latex quickly before I line my tip up with her entrance. I lock my eyes with Riley, hold my cock with one hand, and continue strumming her clit with the other as I push in.
Her face pinches as my head slips in, and I still. “You sure you’re ready?” I ask, not wanting to push her into something she’s not ready for.
“We're not stopping now.” she tells me, and I feel the heels of her feet dig into my ass as she attempts to push me in further. I pull out, then line up again and slip back in, this time going a little further. Pull out, press back in. I do this repeatedly, until I finally thrust all the way in, and her cries still me immediately.
“Fuck!” I grit out, but as I go to pull out, she stops me in my tracks.
“Don’t, please don’t pull out.” So, I don’t. I stay as still as I can, and soon her muscles start to relax around my cock. I begin to move slightly, only pulling out a little bit then snapping my hips back. My movements are met by moans that I’m realizing are pleasure-filled and not pain.
“You doing okay?” I ask a few thrusts later.
“Perfect,” she tells me, a smile on her lips. I take that look as my opening to change things up slightly, so I speed up my thrusts just a little bit. I slide my cock almost all the way out of her pussy, only leaving the tip in, before I snap my hips back. My balls hit her ass, and her cries fill my ears. I roll my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each thrust. When my pelvis isn’t grinding against it, I rub it with the pad of my thumb. I can feel her building up for a release, so I drop down and capture her mouth with my own. I fuck her pussy and mouth with identical thrusts, swallowing her cries as she finally crests over the edge. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I snap my hips one last time, emptying myself into the condom.
I break the kiss and suck in air as my head drops to the bed just above her shoulder. I slip my cock from her pussy, a small smear of blood on the condom, and I hope like hell she doesn’t regret this in the morning. I kiss her one more time before I go into the bathroom and dispose of the condom. I grab a washcloth and run it under the faucet until it’s warm. I ring it out before taking it to her. I’d clean her up, but that seems a little personal, and I’m not quite sure where we stand. I know I just fucked her, hell, took her virginity, but I don’t want her uncomfortable. Hell, I don’t want her leaving my bed, at this point.
“Thank you,” she says, taking the washcloth from me and pulling me from my thoughts.
“You’re welcome,” I tell her and give her a minute to clean up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask once she’s done.
“It was a little painful, at first, but the pain subsided after a minute.”
I sit back down on the bed, pulling her with me as I lay down. She settles in, her head on my chest as her fingers trace shapes on my skin. My arm goes around her, settling my hand on her hip. “It was your first time?” I state, wanting to get it out there. Let her know, I know.
I feel her go rigid in my arms; her fingers stop moving along my abs. “Riley, look at me,” I tell her quietly as I tip her face up so we can look at each other.
“How’d you know?” she asks, then closes her eyes tightly.
“Besides the fact that your pussy was tighter than a vise grip? I might have heard you tell Jillian a few months ago.” Her eyes fly open, and she looks at me with huge eyes. I can’t tell if she’s pissed or embarrassed.
“Yeah, it's not like I was waiting for any specific reason,” she tells me, and I remember her saying the same thing to Jillian.
“So why me? Why tonight?” I ask, curious as to the answer to that.
“Why not you? Why not tonight?” she throws back to me.
“Your first time should be special,” I tell her, bringing my free hand up to skim over the delicate skin of her nose and cheeks. She’s got a few freckles dotting her perfect skin, and I, all of a sudden, want to search her entire body for more and trace them with my tongue. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” I drop my lips to hers, an incredible need to kiss her, in this exact moment, washing over my body. She relaxes into the kiss. One that starts out easy, lazy almost. One that you’d think was between lifelong lovers.
“It was perfect,” she says against my lips when we break the kiss. “I couldn’t have planned a better first time if I tried.” She sucks in a breath. “But please promise me that this won’t make things weird between us. I can’t stop working for you. I love your daughter like she’s my own, and it would kill me to no longer be here with her all the time.”
“Riley,” I say her name, trying to get her to stop rambling. “Riley, you’re not going anywhere,” I tell her, but I don’t think she hears me, so I kiss her again. It’s the only way I can think to get her to stop talking. I roll us so that she’s pinned beneath me, which wasn’t the smartest move on my part, as my cock is now hard again now that it’s nestled between her legs, but it did what I needed it to do, and that got her attention. “Riley, you’re not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it. I need you, Evie needs you. We’d be lost without you. She’s priority number one. We’ll figure out what this is between us. But I can tell you that I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. Now that I’ve had you, I
know I’m going to want you again and again.”
“What about Derek?” she asks, her voice hardly above a whisper.
“He’ll deal,” I tell her, not really caring what Derek thinks about us together. Would he kick my ass if he knew I took his sister's virginity tonight? He absolutely would, but what he doesn’t know won’t kill him. I’ll eventually have to have a little chat with him if things move forward, but that can wait until we’re there. “Let me deal with him when the time is right. He doesn’t need to be privy to our personal business,” I assure her.
“Okay,” she agrees, a little easier than I expected.
Fourteen
Riley
The past week has been a whirlwind of a week. I thought my first week here with JJ was crazy, but this one might just top that one. It’s been a blur of stolen kisses during the day and delicious nights spent between the sheets as we lose ourselves in each other’s bodies.
I gather Evie’s things, placing her in the stroller so that we can walk over to my brother's house. The guys are gone at practice, and we’ve been cooped up inside the past two days, thanks to the rain, so getting outside is a must today.
I take my time pushing the stroller over to Derek and Jillian’s, taking what I like to think of as the long way around. It gives me a good solid two miles winding through the neighborhood, and I can use every one of those steps today. My body has never felt this deliciously sore before, but I love every moment of it. Justin is an expert when it comes to making my body feel on fire. His touch is like a brand against my skin.
“Hey!” Jillian calls out when I walk through the door. I left the stroller in the garage and have Miss Evie on my hip.
“How’s it going around here?” I ask her as I set the diaper bag down on one of the bar stools. I hand Evie over to Jillian, who smothers her cheeks in kisses. The girl has the best cheeks to nom on. It's really too bad that we have to keep her out of the spotlight, as she could seriously be the next Gerber or Carters baby, she’s that stinking cute.
“It’s going. I was just about to get some lunch going for the girls. Are you hungry?” Jillian asks, setting Evie into the highchair they keep out since we’re over here so often.
“Absolutely. Need help?” I offer.
“I was just making some sandwiches and cutting up some fruit. Simple is my game plan this week.”
“Sounds perfect. I can get the fruit cut up,” I offer. I pull out the puffs from the diaper bag and place some in front of Evie, along with a sippy cup that I’ve introduced to her this week. She still isn’t sure about it, and I end up picking it up off the floor a hundred or so times, as she thinks it’s hilarious to drop it over and over again. Once she’s got a few things to keep her occupied, I pull the fruit from the fridge and get it washed before I start cutting it up for everyone.
“So, spill,” Jillian says a few minutes later.
“Spill what?” I ask, trying to act as innocent as possible.
“Something’s different, I can tell. I just can’t put my finger on it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, but can feel the smile trying to pull at the corners of my lips as a blush heats my cheeks.
“You’re such a liar!” Jillian says, pointing her finger in my direction. “Did something finally happen between you and JJ?” she questions, and I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.
“Shhh,” I shush her then look around for the girls. I absolutely do not want them to overhear any of this and possibly repeat it around Derek. That’s all we need. “Yes…” I say, stalling. That smile that was threatening to fill my lips is now filling my face as I think back on the last week. “We’re together?” I tell her, but it comes out more like a question. “We’re seeing where things go, but you can’t say anything! We want to keep it just between the two of us until we know what this is.”
“I knew it!” Jillian says, punching her fists into the air like she’s won a prize. “So, does this mean that you’ve no longer got your V-card?”
“Correct,” I tell her, looking up to catch her reaction to my confession.
“I’m going to assume from the look on your face that it has been a good week, then?” she says, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.
“Yeah,” I say, once again thinking about just this morning and the dirty, dirty things JJ did to me in the shower before Evie woke up. “Things have been very, very good. He’s a very experienced partner and knows how to use what he’s got, expertly,” I tell her, another blush heating my cheeks.
“Get it, girl. Just make sure he treats you right.”
“Don’t worry, he’s treating me just fine,” I tell her as I finish cutting up the fruit. She’s plated sandwiches for all of us, so I add a scoop of fruit to the girls' plates for her as she sets them out on the table. I grab a couple of juice boxes from the fridge as Jillian calls them to the dining room to eat.
“Aunt RyRy!” Penelope calls out when she sees me. “When’s you get here?” she asks as I bend down to pick her up in a bear hug.
“Just a few minutes ago. Evie and I came to hang out for the afternoon, how’s that sound?”
“Yea!” she exclaims as I put her down. Addison gives me a side hug as she passes by, beelining it to the table. She must be starving to blow past me like that.
Jillian and I join the girls at the table with our own plates, but change the conversation now that we’ve got little ears that can pick up on things.
“What should we do after lunch?” I ask Penny and Addy.
“The park!” Addy calls out.
“The zoo!” Penny suggests next.
“Both of those sound fun!” I tell them. “I don’t know, what do you think, Mommy?” I ask, directing my question to Jillian.
“We could maybe go up to the zoo for a little while, but in order to do that, we have to have an hour of quiet time after lunch.”
“But, Mommy, I’s not tired!” Penny tries to complain.
“Sorry, P, if you want to go check on the animals, those are the rules. Plus, baby Evie will need her nap before we can go.”
“Fine,” she pouts.
“How about this,” Jillian says to her, gathering her attention. “How about I put on a movie, quietly, and you lay down on the couch. You don’t have to fall asleep if you’re not tired, but you do have to stay quiet and watch the movie.”
“Okay, Momma,” she agrees right away to Jillian's compromise.
“Does that work for you?” Jillian confirms with me.
“Sure does. Evie and I didn’t really have any firm plans other than hanging out here with you guys for the next few hours. I’ll just need to pop over to the house to grab her car seat.”
“Look at the giraffes!” I exclaim to the girls. We watch as they come to the railing where patrons can feed them lettuce that they purchase from a little booth next to the enclosure. Jillian is in line buying a bundle for all of us to feed to them. I swear this is their favorite part of the zoo.
“Aww, look, RyRy, it’s a baby one!” Addison tells me, pointing out one of the baby giraffes.
“Aww, she sure is cute,” I tell her as we get a little closer to the railing. I park the stroller right up next to it so that Evie can see through it to the animals. She must see some of the animals as she starts to get excited in her seat. One of the giraffes must notice her and think that she’s got a snack for him as he sticks his head through the railings and flicks his tongue out at her. I can’t help but laugh at the face she makes when the giraffe's tongue licks her face. I quickly grab my phone from my back pocket and snap a picture as it does it again.
“Auntie, it’s licking her!” Penny shrieks in excitement.
“I know!” I laugh right along with her. Evie still doesn’t know what to think about this, and starts to fuss. I move the stroller back a bit so that the animals can no longer reach her. I grab a wipe from the bag and wipe her face off where he kissed her.
“I watched it all unfold from the line
,” Jillian says as she reaches my side. “It was pretty funny to watch it go down,” she tells me as she hands her girls each a few pieces of lettuce.
“It sure was, and I got a few pictures,” I tell her, handing over my phone so she can look at them. She swipes right, flipping through the pictures until her eyebrows fly up.
“Well, now this is an interesting picture,” she says, flashing me a shit-eating grin. Fuck, I forgot about that. JJ grabbed my phone this morning and snapped a picture of the two of us curled up together in bed. Thank god we’ve got the sheet pulled up, as we were both naked when it was taken. That was before our shower escapades, but after the first set of orgasms he brought us to this morning. “Y’all look good together, just like I knew you would.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “It’s been a whirlwind week, for sure,” I tell her. I’m sure I’ve got a dreamy look on my face. It still feels like one big dream.
“Just be careful and use protection. Do I need to have the birth control talk with you?” she asks. I look around at the other people in close proximity to us and feel my cheeks heat up.
“Jill!” I practically squeal. “Could you say it any louder?” I ask, feeling embarrassed.
“Sorry,” she says as she looks around. “That came out a little louder than I planned it to.”
“To answer your question, we’re careful. Protection every time and no, Mom, I don’t need the BC talk. I’ve been on it for a while to help regulate my cycles.”
“Okay. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that I care about. Two under two is hard, trust me,” she says, flashing me a smile before looking down at the girls. They’ve fed the giraffes all of the lettuce that she bought, so we start herding them toward the next animal enclosure.
“I’m home!” JJ calls out as the door from the garage closes.
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