by Sierra Hill
Holy shit. It’s so good.
And then he adds a finger and I’m done for.
With his index finger pushed deep inside me, he swirls his tongue lightly against my clit, and I absolutely lose it. My hands reach for his head, unbidden, and I literally push his face down harder, grabbing chunks of his hair and yanking tight. His lips clamp onto me in silent delight, as I arch my back and come all over his face.
My body continues to convulse with the aftershocks of my release. My head feels woozy, like I’m drunk, even though I’ve never been more sober in my life. I’m lit up like my mom’s Christmas tree, the electricity charging through my veins. I consider what just happened. Van ate me out and it was the best mother-effing thing in my life. He’s really good at that.
Just like that, jealousy courses through me, sending an even stronger vibration through my blood. If he’s good at that, it’s because he’s probably done it a million times before with his ex. I know I shouldn’t think about that, or picture them together, because that’s creepy and not important. He’s here with me now – not her. And according to Van, he’s completely over her. There’s no going back.
Van’s head re-emerges from down below and his face shows an expression of bewilderment.
“Ky, are you okay? You’re crying.”
I am? I lift my hand to my eyes and sure enough, I blink back the tears that cling to my lashes. What the heck is that about?
“I…uh…I don’t know why I’m crying. That was just intense.”
He sighs, dabbing away a teardrop with his finger with a soft smile.
“It was intense. You taste fucking amazing.” He wipes his hand over his mouth, briefly hiding a gigantic smile.
Oh my God. I can’t believe he just said that to me. Before I have a chance to consider why that’s an embarrassing statement, Van presses his lips against my mouth and I can taste myself all over his tongue. Whoa. That’s the hottest thing ever.
No…not quite, but almost. Van hovers over me, slipping a condom on his steely cock, and that is surely the hottest thing ever. I watch him with unfettered lust as he checks the fit, pinching the top to make sure there’s room. And then he plants both hands on the bed right next to my head, as I feel the tip of his latex-covered cock nudge at my entrance.
I swallow thickly, my eyes closing tight, waiting for the pain.
Oh Lordy…this is really going to happen.
“Ky, open your eyes and look at me.” His voice is gentle, yet commanding and I do as he asks.
My fears subside as my eyes lock with his. He bends to kiss me again, our mouths fusing together, working to get closer. His tongue submerges, slowly sweeping and circling mine, making a promise to me about how good this is. How good it will be.
“Are you ready?”
I’ve been ready for you all my life, Van.
I nod my head, and realize that the truth I need him to know still sits unspoken on my tongue.
“Van, wait…there’s something….”
The rest of my confession remains unsaid as he pushes inside of me.
With one swift, hard thrust, my virginity is gone.
18
Van
Tight.
She’s so fucking tight. And wet. Holy shit, I might lose a nut right this second.
I suck in a deep breath, as I slide back out of her to the tip, getting ready to plunge right back in. Instead, I take a moment to look down at my cock first, which is sopping wet. The image, along with the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside Kylah, has my balls drawing up tight, ready to blow.
I need to slow my roll, otherwise this will be one quick fuck, which under normal circumstances might be fine, but this is my first time with Kylah. It feels like something I need to savor and appreciate.
My eyes linger at the erotic image of our joined bodies before trailing up her stomach to her chest. I land on her breasts, which heave in and out, pushing air out of her lungs in quick succession. I suck a nipple into my mouth, slicking my tongue over her tit before releasing it from my suction. I glance up to find her mouth closed in a tight line, an expression of pain etched across her face.
Then her words sink in. Just as I was sinking into her, she started to tell me something. She said, “wait.” Oh fuck…I was so wrapped up in the moment, so eager to penetrate into her warmth, that her words didn’t even register in my brain. Until now.
It takes everything in my power to refrain from pushing back inside. Instead, the tip of my cock remains poised at her entrance.
“Kylah,” I murmur, coaxing her attention back to my face. Her eyes snap to mine, her lips parting in an “O”. “What did you just say?”
She shakes her head, too quickly, her eyes looking away like she’s guilty of something.
“Am I hurting you?”
That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I have to admit, I was so undone as I slammed home, and the bit of resistance that I was met with…oh God. Oh shit.
Oh no. Did I? Jesus, Mary and Joseph…did I just deflower her?
I hold myself still, even though my cock twitches for more action. I’m trying to recall if she ever told me about her first time. I’m guessing the reason she never brought it up was because she’d never had one. Until now.
Just to test the waters, I slide back in an inch and she sucks in a deep breath.
I stop my movement. My voice croaks. “Ky? Were you a virgin?”
She nods her head in confirmation.
“Fuck.”
Oh holy shit. How did I not know this? Goddammit, I’m an oblivious idiot. Somehow on a deep, subconscious level, I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it. Being someone’s first has so many ramifications. Consequences I don’t think I’m capable of handling right now. That’s not to say I wouldn’t have gone through with it with her – because I really wanted her - but I would have made a much better effort at getting her comfortable. I would have gone more slowly. We would have talked it over – we would have talked things through.
Instead, I just plowed right on through her hymen.
“Shit, Ky. I’m so sorry.”
I’m about to pull out, eject myself from the game and go take a seat on the bench – to use a basketball metaphor – when she clamps onto my ass cheeks and pulls me forward.
“Oh my God, Van. Don’t you dare. I’m sorry for not telling you, but please don’t stop. I’ve wanted this with you for so long. Please…”
What should I do?
My dick is telling me to get back into the game, and my brain is on the fence. But what she does next breaks my resolve and solidifies my strategy. Kylah tilts her hips so her wet pussy connects with my cock, reminding me how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. How wet and tight she is for me. That her virgin-pussy has only had me inside it.
I stare at her, all the questions written all over my face, as she smiles tentatively and pulls me down with her hand on my neck so her lips can touch mine. We’re fused together, her mouth opening for me in a way her body just did – giving me all of her. I kiss her back, telling her without words how much this means to me. That she trusts me enough to give me this gift means more to me than anything.
I nip at her lips, licking the moisture there. I can still taste her essence on our lips and it’s fucking incredible. “We’re gonna talk about this later,” I warn, as I thrust back inside her. “But right now, I need to fuck you.”
It has been over three months since I’ve had sex, unless you count with my own hand – so Ky’s tight virgin pussy, and the burning ache and need to release, has me losing myself again in seconds. Her sweet little moans don’t hurt, either. If the building was in flames or the sky was falling right now, I don’t think I’d have the wherewithal to leave the nirvana that I’ve found in Kylah’s slick heat.
It’s maddening how good it feels and every time I push back inside, she lets out a sexy little gasp. Her hands have found their way down my back, stroking my skin to my ass and back up again.
> “Wrap your legs around me.”
She does as I ask and I immediately find myself deeper, the position hugging me to the hilt. We both moan in unison. My arms begin to shake as I hold myself above her and the low prickly tingles at the base of my spine indicate that I’m about to erupt and shoot off like a geyser.
I rise above her, slamming into her with punishing thrusts, our skin slapping together, causing her breasts to jiggle in time with the movements. I pray that I’m not hurting her too much, but I couldn’t stop now even if I tried. My body tightens and I come with a hoarse cry and a grunt of release.
My weight collapses on top of her, my face planted between her ear and her shoulder. The fruity scent of her shampoo or perfume, whatever it is, envelopes me in the most serene state of existence. Everything around me fades as I practically pass out on top of her.
It could be seconds, minutes or days – I don’t know – but she finally lets out a little laugh, shoving at my chest.
“Van, uh…are you alive?”
I literally have to make myself pull out of her with a disgruntled groan, sliding out of her comfort and warmth, gripping the condom as I do. Now on my side, I have an opportunity to look her over, starting at her face.
What I see in her eyes tells me that she feels exactly as I do. Content.
I can’t help but smile, giving her a wink at the cute grin across her face. She’s adorably mussed up, her hair in tangles, fanning across my pillow.
“I hope you feel as good as you look.” I take a piece of her hair that curtains her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Because you look beautiful.”
Kylah’s cheeks turn pink, as she raises her arm to drape across her eyes, tilting her head away from me. It gives me the opportunity to lean over her and kiss her breast which just happens to be exposed to me at the moment. I suck happily on her nipple for a few seconds, lightly running my fingers underneath the underside of her breast.
She moans softly, dropping her arm behind my shoulders, rubbing gently. “Thank you for…well, taking care of me. That was perfect.”
My heart swells at her praise, because honestly, it’s an ego-booster. There is nothing better for the male ego to hear that he made the woman he’s with feel good, especially for her first time.
“Hold that thought,” I instruct, popping her gently on the nose with my index finger, before turning over and off the bed. “I need to take care of this.”
It’s times like these that I love having my own bathroom. Heading in, I close the door behind me and take care of business. Standing over the sink as I wash my hands, I look into the mirror at my reflection. My own hair is tangled and messy, signs of a thorough fucking. My lips are puffy and shiny, from all the kissing and sucking I just did.
God, that was so hot being between Kylah’s legs. It had been a while since I’d done that. I think the last time was sometime in the summer with Lyndsay. Now I know why she pushed me away every time I tried to go down on her this fall before our break-up. She didn’t want the intimacy that it brings.
I shake my thoughts free of my ex. Fuck her. Grabbing a washcloth from the stack underneath my sink, I get it damp under the faucet and wring it out. Heading back into my room, I find Kylah sitting up in my bed, my sheet pulled up to her chin. She looks uncertain. Nervous.
She blinks, guilt darkening her irises. “I’m sorry, Van.” She glances down at the spot on the bed where it’s stained a dark red. “I didn’t think…”
Shit. She’s worried about ruining my stupid bed sheet? I probably got it at Target for less than fifteen-dollars. Screw the sheet. In fact, would it be weird to frame it?
I lean down on the edge of my bed, handing her the wet cloth, which she takes wearily.
“Kylah…that means nothing to me. Big deal. It’ll come out. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
My hand is drawn to her hair, where I slip my fingers through the soft, silky strands. She sighs, flashing me a shy grin.
“I’m fine. Seriously. That was better than I ever imagined it would be.”
“Why don’t you go clean up and I’ll get us something to drink, okay?”
Kylah nods in agreement and gingerly moves off the bed. I watch her walk toward the bathroom door, admiring her perfect little ass that I just had my hands on. My flaccid cock decides that he likes my hands on her ass, too, and starts to perk up again. I have to find something to keep my mind off that, ’cause I know we aren’t going to be getting it on again tonight. I’m sure she’ll be sore for a few days.
Grabbing two Cokes out of my dorm fridge, I open them with the bottle opener attached to my door and place them on the nightstand. I look around the room in search of my underwear. Locating them on the floor with my jeans, I yank them on and look back at the bed. My sheets are crumpled and I notice the stain again. It’s small, barely visible, but it holds an enormous weight in its size.
The question on the forefront of my mind is why didn’t she tell me she was a virgin before we got that far? Was she worried I would treat her differently? Maybe I would have, I don’t know for sure. Obviously, I’ve only been with one other girl in my life, and we both lost our virginity together – fumbling, inexperienced sex.
I hoped that Kylah at least experienced something more than what Lyndsay did her first time with me. The difference between a seventeen-year old me and the twenty-two-year old me should account for something.
The light in the bathroom flicks off as Kylah walks out to find me sitting on the couch. She’d grabbed her panties and the T-shirt I’d given her and she’s wearing them now. She looks well-fucked and incredibly sexy. I pat the cushion next to me and she joins me, scooting over so our hips and legs touch, my arm wraps around the top of her shoulders.
I can’t keep my hands or lips off her, as I place soft kisses on her neck, my fingers lightly strumming over her shoulder and arm. She tastes and smells so good. Like sex and sugar.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Kylah?” I ask, pecking kisses along her neck, nuzzling behind her ear with my nose.
She turns her head toward me, breaking our connection. “I should have, Van. I’m sorry for making it so awkward. I just felt…stupid, I guess. I didn’t want to turn you off with my inexperience.”
Kylah draws her legs up in front her, folding them up like an accordion and wraps her arms around her knees, chin on top. My hands can’t help their automatic need to touch the smooth, satiny skin of her legs, as I reach over and glide them over her shins. The feel is exquisite and I go to a semi-hard state again.
Down boy. Ain’t gonna happen again tonight.
I slide my arm underneath her knees and scoop her up, placing her on my lap. She gives me a small snort of laughter, but burrows into my chest. She’s warm and soft, melding into my body. I touch the top of her head in small kiss.
“While I wish you would’ve been honest with me, I can understand your hesitation. And for the record, it wouldn’t have detracted from anything that I feel for you, Ky. Not one bit. I’m incredibly grateful that you thought highly enough of me to let me have this part of you. It was an experience I’ll never forget.”
She shifts on my lap, her ass moving across my groin, awakening my cock once again. I try my best to forget that she’s sitting on my dick, only in her panties and a T-shirt, and concentrate on her beautiful eyes that stare up at me through her dark lashes.
“You made it everything I ever wanted it to be. You are amazing.”
We cuddle for a few minutes, take a few sips of our Cokes, and discuss the upcoming New Years’ Eve party at her house. I don’t know how she wants to handle things with her brother, but I’m willing to take the fall and talk to him about us if she wants me to.
“About the party this weekend,” I begin to say, just as she interrupts with her own train of thought.
“We can’t tell Cade about us.”
I lift her chin so she’s looking directly into my eyes. “Why don’t you want him to know?”
Her shoulders sag, a
s if it’s a lost cause. “He won’t understand. He’ll tell me it’s just a rebound fling with you and he won’t like it.”
I capture her face between my palms. “I’m going to say this as many times as you need to hear it, Ky. You are not a rebound for me. I’ve been into you since the first time we met and my feelings have only grown stronger. And I don’t give a flying fuck about Cade’s opinion. He’s my friend and your brother, but it doesn’t matter what he thinks. It’s what you think that matters. How do you feel about me?”
A resigned sigh leaves her mouth but a smile replaces it. “Isn’t it obvious? I like you, a lot.”
“Good, because I feel the same about you. We’re attracted to each other. We have a solid friendship to back it up. I want you – you want me…I don’t see the problem. Let’s just keep going and see where this leads.”
There is a part of me that is worried what will happen when Cade finds out, but I’ll cross the bridge when I come to it. As for the rest, everything will work itself out. I still have another week with Kylah before she has to head back to California. It’s only four hours away, and while I absolutely hate the fact that I’m getting right back into a long-distance thing, I don’t want it to be the end of us. My attraction to her is too strong to let her go just because there’s a few hundred miles between us.
She snuggles comfortably on my lap, as I flip on the TV across from us. Letting all the other worries go for now, I concentrate on the silky glide of her hair as I run my fingers through her strands.
A bubble of contentment exists around us right now. I know it won’t always be like this, because I’ve learned that people change and make choices that hurt others.
But for now, this thing with Kylah is perfection.
19
Kylah
Our New Years’ Eve party tradition began over twelve years ago. My parents would host these lavish parties for their friends. As we grew older, the dynamics changed and more and more of Cade’s friends showed up, leaving the grown-ups to a small portion of the house and all the young adults to the basement and party room.