by Laine Watson
He shrugs. “Ten-ish.” He looks down at me. “Are you staying over tonight?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Summer. C’mon.” Haru takes my hand and leads me to his room. He closes the door and sits down on the bed. He reaches into the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a navy blue jewelry box. “Here,” he says, handing it to me.
“I don’t want it.”
“I’m not trying to buy you or bribe you for anything. I know you make your own choices. Don’t make stupid choices because you’re so hell bent on proving something I already knew a long time ago.”
“I said—”
“Are you never going to take any gifts I give to you?”
“Haru, I already told you I don’t want anything your money buys. I want you to give me you.”
“You have me. What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about us not having any intimacy. I might as well have been going out with Max. I spend more time with him, and we talk more. How am I your girlfriend? You don’t ever kiss me. You don’t ever touch me like you want me. You just—”
“Summer, I’m trying okay. I told you who I used to be. I just don’t want you to get mad and leave because I say some stupid shit to you.”
“I’m not. We already talked about it.”
“Talking about it is one thing, but me hurting you again is another. You’re a virgin. The reason I haven’t been that intimate with you is because it’s hard to only go so far. If we don’t start it, then I don’t have to force myself to hold back. I don’t know if I could stop myself if you told me to. It’s best if we just don’t go there.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Listen, I don’t know what to do with a girl like you. I don’t really fuck with virgins. It’s a headache. And I just … I want your first time to be perfect.”
“Haru…” I sigh, walking over to him. I push him against the headboard. “Look at me,” I say, starting to take off my clothes. “If it’s with you, then it will be.” I straddle him.
“You know when you do shit like this, I’m not going to stop you. I already told you, Summer, you don’t know what you’re doing. This isn’t somewhere you want to go with me. I’m trying to hold back, but if you keep going, I won’t be able to.”
I kiss him. “Who else would I go here with?” I say, taking his shirt off.
“I’m warning you; I’m not going to stop this time.”
“Don’t stop. It’s been so long, Haru… Haru…”
“You remember, don’t you. You just want me to make you feel like that again. You want to be wet—you’re probably already—no! C’mon, Summer. I can’t control it. I’m just, fucking dirty, okay? I like it like that.”
“Then do it! Stop stopping!”
“Summer, please,” Haru implores with agony-filled eyes.
All right, Summer, if he calls you a slut, you just have to take it. If he makes you feel like you’re being one, just know he’s the only guy you’ve ever slept with, and he doesn’t really mean it, I tell myself.
Pushing Haru up against the headboard, I kiss him hard. He grabs onto me harder, making me moan.
“You want me to tell you stop? I will.”
“You said you wouldn’t,” I say.
“Summer, get off of me.”
“Shut up, Haru!”
His body convulses; he’s so tense.
I take his hair in my hands and lie down, pulling him down by his hair with me, and wrap my arms around his neck.
Haru is clearly done talking. Whatever he’s keeping from me, he’s about to unleash. The fire in his eyes makes my body sensitive to his every touch as he strips me down. His pants and underwear join mine on the floor. His tongue trails all over my body. I don’t have time to be embarrassed.
“Yep! You’re already wet, just waiting for me, huh princess?” He bends my legs open and dives his face right into my flower. He is rough, and my orgasm comes quick and uncontrollably, but he doesn’t stop. I push him away, but he latches on even tighter.
“Haru…”
He swallows, his deep breaths streaming right into my face.
“I’m not going to stop.”
“I want it. Don’t hold back … but try to be a little gentle.”
“Princess, I’m not joking. I want to be inside you.”
“Then do it. I want you. I want to feel you inside of me,” I say with a quivering lip, unable to control my desires, yet wanting them to be fulfilled none the less.
“Grab my hair. It’s going to hurt.”
“What?” I ask. “O-W-A-H!” I moan as he grabs mine. “Haru!”
There is something in my throat, prohibiting me from talking anymore. My body tries to calm itself; my hands push against Haru’s chest. They move slowly toward his arms and I fold my fingers around them as Haru widens me slowly. My hands travel back to his hair, folding it around them as my teeth chatter and my skin warms. My toes wiggle in anticipation as my body tenses a bit.
Haru stares me in my eyes and kisses me messily, his penetration unsteady. My body tenses up even more. The warmth of his saliva around my mouth cools on my skin as his kiss deepens with more passion. With the deepening of the kiss, sparks fly through my body. The tenseness releases, allowing him to slide deeper inside of me. I moan painfully.
“It’s almost in,” he says.
I grab his hair tighter.
“That’s right, pull it if you have to. It’s just sliding right in there. Your pussy’s so wet.”
The pain seems unbearable, but yet I don’t want it to stop. It makes my eyes roll back in my head and it fills me with the need to bite or lick. So, when Haru kisses me, I bite his lip.
“Fuck, yes! Bite me again.”
I moan as he goes deeper inside of me. He doesn’t stop pushing it in, just keeps going.
“A-a-a-h-h-h!!” I moan and scream, biting down on Haru’s lip tightly and pulling his hair. I barely realized he is pulling mine. Suddenly, the pain is even more pleasurable as Haru slowly thrusts against me. He kisses me and bites me on my neck. When the pain intensifies, I pull on his hair, wrapping it around my fists and leading his face where I want it. He follows willingly. The pace picks up. The less tense I become, the better he feels going back and forth through me. I can’t help but want to devour him; his manly aroma sends a pulsing desire through my body. I drop his hair and hold on to his arms. His muscles flex in my hands as he drives himself through me. His hair sweeps across my breast tickling them naughtily, hardening my nipples. I moan as new sensations run through me, building faster and faster.
My legs quiver as I bite my bottom lip and push my pelvis upward. My hands fling themselves away from his arms. I run my fingers through his hair and grasp it in my hands, pulling tightly. My eyes close, and as my insides contract I squeal, “Oh, my God!”
“Oh, yeah … you’re so fucking tight. I could fuck you for hours if it hadn’t been so fucking long since I had some ass. I’m about to blow right now. Fuck…” he says, pounding me.
“Haru! Stop! It hurts!” I cry, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his hands tighten around my hips as I wiggle to get away.
He pounds into me so hard and so fast that I am crying. He gently flips me over to the side, my face on the bed.
“Haru … stop … please!”
He doesn’t. Thankfully.
My back arches further and I push my forehead into the bed. The more I ask him to stop, the faster he goes and the more I convulse with pleasure.
I urge him to stop, just so I can intensify the pleasure.
“Fuck, yes!” Haru says as his warmth shoots into me and fills me up. “S-s-h-i-t!”
I gasp. Finally, the pain is over, but so is the pleasure. I rest on his bed. My breath is heavy, but Haru is panting almost unable to catch his breath.
“Fuck!” He sighs heavily, yawning and stretching. “Shit! That was fucking amazing.”
“Haru!” I say, hitting him in his chest.
“W
hat?”
“Are you crazy?! Were you trying to tear my vagina off?!” I say, slightly pissed off at him but too weak to move.
He smiles. “You are bleeding.”
“What?! Oh, my God! You fucking bastard!” I wave my hands at him to hit him.
“Calm the fuck down, Summer. It’s because you lost your virginity. I didn’t do shit to it but break it in.” Haru gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water running for a moment, and then it stops. He emerges from the bathroom carrying a white facial towel.
“What are you doing?”
“Lie back,” he says, pushing me down.
I resist.
“Lie down!” He presses the damp towel between my thighs once I’m on my back. “See?” There is a little stain of blood on the white towel. “It’s not that much. Your pussy is going to be crazy sore tomorrow though. I can’t stay home from work, but I can leave early and pick Max up from the after-school place later.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I get out of school at like two.”
“Well, if it’s really bad just stay here, okay?”
“It doesn’t even hurt that bad. I’ll be fine.” I smile.
He smiles too. “Okay,” he says with hidden meaning.
“What’s that about?” I ask, as he returns the towel to the bathroom and probably drops it in the hamper.
“Nothing.” He flops down on the bed and places his face near my flower. “Hi,” he says speaking into it. “How do you feel now that you just got fucked really hard?”
“Haru!” I smile.
It doesn’t seem so bad when he’s just joking and being a silly jerk, I say to myself.
“What I just wanted to make sure she’s okay? I dropped a fucking load in there.”
“Oh, my God! Can you shut up?”
“What? I just want to make sure my guys were comfortable in their new home.”
“What in the world?”
“You did this. You wanted to be fucked, you wanted to be my girlfriend, you wanted all this shit. Okay, you really want to be with me? Then I’m not going to hold back anymore.”
“Hold back?”
“Listen, for these last two months, do you know how much I thought about your pussy?”
“Haru, c’mon, you don’t have to be like that,” I say, getting a little annoyed.
“No, you don’t get to say shit like that anymore. I begged you to leave it alone. I was fine the way we were.”
“But I wasn’t.”
“Okay, I get it. What you don’t get is that I’ve never been here. I’ve never had a conversation with a chick after I fucked her. I barely even knew their names. I’ve never fucked anyone at my house. No girls have ever slept in my bed. You think I just fucking let girls stay over? Even before Max, this shit is done at a hotel, at their house, somewhere in public—anywhere else but my house.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I told you. I’m not a good dude.”
“But you are.”
“I’m not. I’m just good because you’re around. You make me good. A girl like you shouldn’t even want me. I bet I put Max’s mom through hell, and I don’t even remember her name. If the paternity test would have proved me not the father, I would have walked away, and I wouldn’t have cared if Max had a dad or not.”
“Haru…”
“I’m serious. You don’t get to back out now. I tried to tell you who I was. I’m trying to be a good guy. I’ve been a really good guy without sex in my life. I’ve done so much. I’ve tried to be a good dad and tried to stay away from women but you … you just … oh man…” he says and smiles. “You wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then I was being a fucking whiny ass baby, begging you. But you didn’t care—why?”
“Well, I didn’t know you were a complete horn dog.”
“I don’t know how you didn’t know that.”
“Because you never try anything with me.”
“Think about it—I never try anything, keep my distance—do you know how many times I masturbated to you?”
“Haru, seriously, you don’t have to tell me that.”
“I do because I need you to understand. I love to have sex. And you … I mean, wow. What the fuck? You have no idea … I came so fast inside of you; you have the best pussy in the world.”
“Ew! Is that a compliment? Just shut up, Haru.” Why is he like a teenage boy now? I think, turning around and putting my head on the pillows. “Turn the lights off.”
“Okay.” He laughs, lying behind me. “You were pulling the shit out of my hair, and you bit my fucking lip so hard. Oh, but I got your ass. Let me see.” Haru turns me over to look at my neck. “Yes! I left a fucking mark.”
I roll my eyes. “Go to sleep.”
“Um, we’re not going to sleep. I just needed some time to get my fucking shit together.” Haru tosses the covers off of me.
“What?”
“No, princess, this is real. You get what you want. You wanted to be intimate.”
“Haru, are you trying to punish me?”
“No, why would you think that? It’s not going to hurt this time. I’m going to get you so wet that all you feel is pleasure. I promise.”
“But it hurt.”
“That was then. I promise it’s not going to. You just make sure that when you can’t take it, you pull the shit out of my hair, hit me, bite me, kick me, or do whatever the fuck you have to do—shit, do it all—and I’ll fuck you harder,” he promises.
He wastes no time putting his tongue in and all over my flower.
What about how he likes me and what he likes about me?
“Mm…” I moan, forgetting my thoughts.
“Yeah! Moan for me, princess. You like that?”
Oh, my God! Shut up!
“You like when I tongue fuck you?” he says between doing that and licking me and other stuff.
Please, stop talking.
“Say yes!” Haru orders.
What?! He actually wants me to respond to that bullshit?
“Say it!”
“I don’t want to… A-h-h-h!” I moan as he bites my pearl. “Stop it, Haru!”
“Say it,” he says and licks me really well.
“Yes!”
“Say, ‘I like when you tongue fuck me.’”
“No.”
He licks me harder.
“No-no-no-no!” I whine. “Haru, stop!”
He doesn’t let go.
“O-w…” I moan. “Fine, I like when you tongue fuck me! I like when you tongue fuck me!”
He laughs arrogantly as I my legs quiver and I can’t speak.
“Get away from me!” I shout and push him away, only after my orgasm is fully reached.
“C’mon, princess. You were already moaning, so you do like it. What’s the big deal? I like hearing you say it.”
“But you make me feel so embarrassed.”
“It’s me. Stop. You’re making it seem like I’m doing something horrible to you. If I’m making you feel good, why can’t you make me feel good too?”
I never thought about it like that. “That makes you feel good, Haru? When I say stuff like that?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“But you’re going to think I’m dirty.”
“I’m not. I’m going to think I’m doing it really good and that you like it—that you’re comfortable around me, and we can go further. I can always know when you’re ready to test your limits.”
“Okay then,” I say, lying down and opening my legs. “Then hurry up, Haru. I want you to tongue fuck me. I want you to give me another orgasm.”
A crooked smile comes across his face.
“Right, fucking on…” He dives into my vagina like it is a bowl of cereal.
I moan loudly. Somehow this time it is ten times better. Maybe we are more in sync with each other. I can talk dirty if it means that Haru will be as satisfied with me as I am with him.
“Yes!” I exclaim.
“Haru, I’m going to have an orgasm. Haru! Right there! Keep sucking my pussy.”
He stops.
I open my eyes and flatten my back.
He is hovering over me. “You don’t have to talk like we’re in a porn. If I don’t tell you to say it, I want your real response, okay? Still, you catch on quick.”
“Did you really have to stop, Haru? I was almost there.”
“That’s why I stopped. When it comes around again, you’re going to shoot all kinds of girl cum in my mouth.” He laughs.
“Ew…” I giggle.
Haru takes his face back to my flower and extends his hands to my breasts. His finger fiddles with my nipples, hardening them even more. My ears become clouded with a sound I can’t recognize. I moan as Haru does all sorts of things with his mouth to my petals. As he predicted, my orgasm is ten times more forceful and takes all my energy. He doesn’t let me close my legs; he holds them open and watches me contract. He sticks his fingers inside to feel the aftereffects.
He’s so gross.
I lie there for a while as Haru’s fingers play around in my flower, flipping and folding, massaging and tickling my petals. It actually feels really nice. He kisses my thighs, sucks on my nipples, and kisses my neck. He is so intimate with me. I’ve been craving this.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he sits up, his manhood fully erect.
“Well, I’m going to fuck you. We don’t waste wet.” He slides himself across my incredibly moist folds. After he gets it all lathered up in girl cum and his saliva, he slowly pushes his rod inside of me. It doesn’t hurt as badly as the first time, and when he starts to thrust, it hurts even less. This time around, sex is more intense, it has more of an impact. I hold his hair tighter. When I scream louder, he pounds harder. I let go of his hair as he spins me around.
“Doggy style. You ready?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He grabs my hair and pushes himself inside.
I moan loudly.
“Oh, shit!” Haru says. “What the hell? I’m about to cum already.” He pounds harder. “Your fucking pussy…”
I moan and cry as he does. “Haru… Haru… Haru…” I start to orgasm.
“F-u-u-c-k…” he exclaims. As my orgasm envelopes his, he slows down and then speeds up, thrusting. “FUCK!” he shouts and falls back on his bed.
“What?” I ask, still orgasming. I scoot closer to him and cuddle up to him, my legs quivering. I hold on tightly to his muscular arms.