by Mazzy King
“Maybe a little of both?” she says softly. “I want to get lost in you, in us. But…I’m a little scared too.”
A flash of tenderness cuts through my lust and I brush her hair behind her ear. “I’d never take that part at anything but slow, baby.”
I lower my face to hers and claim her soft, lush mouth. Her body is deliciously warm against mine, full in my hands and so soft. My cock aches, and it gets impossibly harder as Ava offers me her tongue. She might be a virgin, but her kisses are threatening to send me through the roof. I crush her body to mine. I noticed the lack of undergarments the second she stepped out. Through the sweatshirt, her breasts are as soft as the rest of her, and her nipples are hard. My mouth waters.
I need to see and taste every single part of her. Now.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom I offered her. I’d much prefer to make her mine in my own bed, but I can’t wait the time it’ll take me to get upstairs. I toss her onto the bed and strip my old sweats off her until she’s completely naked and panting below me. Then I strip off my own clothes and lean over her.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” I murmur against her mouth, then gently tug a handful of her hair to expose her neck. I run my teeth up the column of her throat and pause on the pulse beneath her jaw, then trail lower.
“Loch,” she sighs as I nibble on the side of her neck.
I cup her breasts in my hands and squeeze, running my thumbs over her nipples. Then I slowly draw one into my mouth, sucking and teasing as she lets out a soft squeal and squirms. I slide my lips across her skin to her other breast and tease her right nipple, then go back and forth until she’s panting.
Her tits are excellent, but not quite enough to satisfy my sweet tooth. I need to taste her elsewhere. I return to her mouth, coaxing it open wide so I can give her my tongue. Then I pull back slightly.
“Has anyone ever tasted this?” I whisper against her lips, reaching down between her soft thighs to tease her pussy. I suppress a grunt when I feel how soaking wet she is. I slide one finger into her, then a second, and finger-fuck her slowly. Her thighs spread, an invitation. She moans, and her nipples get even harder.
“No,” she confesses. “Never. Loch, that feels so good.”
The knowledge I get to be the first to eat her pussy makes a dribble of precum leak out of my cock. I fuck her with my fingers a little longer until she’s slippery, then slowly push her onto her back.
“Then you better hold on tight.” With the tip of my tongue, I tease her folds with soft little licks, just to get her ready, and she squirms.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Oh, yeah,” she breathes.
I slide my tongue between her lips. Her untasted nectar flows onto my tongue. It’s better than sweet peach juice, and I need more. And more.
I push her knees farther apart and eat her like it’s my only mission in life, sliding my tongue in and out of her, up and down her soaked slit, and sucking her clit, pulling soft cries of pleasure from her.
“I think I’m going to come,” she gasps, as if this is a shock to her.
“You bet your ass you are,” I tell her. “I won’t stop until you do.”
She grinds greedily against my mouth. “Fuck, Loch!”
More sweet juice squirts onto my tongue as she lets out a loud, shaky moan, her body shuddering.
I have to be inside her, now.
I brace my hands on either side of her. The head of my cock, slick with my precum, nudges her puffy pussy.
“I’m going to take this sweet, virgin pussy now,” I tell her softly. “Nice and slow, baby.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s nervous.
“Hold onto me. Just breathe and relax your body.”
I reach down and stroke my dick up and down her slit, letting her get used to that. She draws a deep breath and releases it, and I nudge the tip of my cock into her.
She gasps but doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Relax,” I coax her. “Just relax.”
She does, and I push a little farther in. Then a little farther, and finally, I’m seated all the way inside her.
Ava blinks rapidly, staring up at the ceiling. I lean down and kiss her.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her softly. “Together.”
She shifts her blue eyes to me, her lip between her teeth, and nods.
“Are you ready for me to move?”
Another nod.
I focus on her. This is about her and making her first time special. She trusted me with her, with this, and I’ll be damned if I let her down.
That said, her tight, virgin pussy is a vise around my thick cock. It’s been so long since I was with someone, it’s taking every last ounce of self-control I have not to bust my load in her right now. She feels so good, so, so good.
Clenching my jaw, I move slowly in and out of her, watching her face for signs of distress. A little line forms between her brows, but she doesn’t look like she’s in serious pain.
“Any time you want me to stop, you say so,” I tell her with difficulty. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she replies, her own voice catching. “But I want you to keep going.”
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, keeping up my steady pace.
Then, she lets out a soft moan. “That—that was good.”
I move a little faster. Just a little.
Her nails dig into my arms. “Yes…I like that.”
“No pain?”
“No,” she sighs, and her thighs hug my waist. “Just…warmth. Keep going.”
I lower my face to her neck and obey. The urge to paint her walls with my seed is strong. Her body is exquisite.
And then, her pussy clenches down tight on me.
“Fuck, Ava,” I moan. “Shit, you feel amazing.”
“Don’t stop,” she says urgently. “Oh my God, don’t stop, Loch!”
Her hands grip my ass and push. I know what she needs and give it to her.
A tremendous shudder overtakes her body. Her head tilts back into the pillow as she cries out.
It’s too much for me. I bear down on her and fuck her hard, just a few quick pumps, and then roar out my own orgasm. Hot jets of cum shoot deep inside her, marking her as mine.
I could die a happy man, right now.
When I come back to myself, I kiss her cheek. She’s still breathing hard. “You good, baby?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, barely audible. “I can’t move.”
I chuckle into her shoulder. “I know the feeling.”
“I had no idea what to expect. That was…wow. When can we do that again?”
I carefully withdraw from her. She winces. “Ow.”
“You’re going to be a little sore,” I tell her, smoothing her hair away from her face. “So we need to take it easy. But, Ava…”
“Yeah?” She turns to look at me.
“You’re amazing,” I say reverently. “You’re…the best. I’ve never felt that way before.”
Her cheeks pinken. “Really?”
“I swear.” I gaze at her in wonder. “You’re perfect.”
When she returns from cleaning herself up in the bathroom, I pull her into my arms and stroke her skin until she falls asleep.
I never want to move from this spot, away from her, ever again.
Chapter 7
Ava
Loch wakes me with a kiss to my temple. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he murmurs, and I utter a sleepy giggle.
“I don’t want to get up yet,” I mumble, nestling against him. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel the night after losing my virginity, but aside from a little soreness, I’ve never been more content.
“Well, your phone was vibrating like crazy, and it’s the number for the inn,” Loch informs me. “That’s probably Mrs. M calling, worried as hell about you.”
“Oh, shit.” I sit up straight. I hadn’t even thought of my host and that she might be worried about me.
“Call her back,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “I’ll go make coffee.”
I call Mrs. Morris back and she sounds so relieved to hear from me, it makes me feel terribly guilty. I tell her I met Loch on a hike and that the storm caused me to stay here overnight. That’s all she needs to know.
But there’s a knowing lilt in her voice when she says, “Uh-huh. He’s a good man, Loch. I know you’re in excellent hands.”
You can say that again, sister.
I hang up with her, locate my sweats, and tug them on. Then I limp out to the kitchen, where a shirtless Loch is making coffee.
I can’t believe he did all of those delicious things to me last night.
I sneakily pick up my camera where it sits on the kitchen table, power it on, and take a snap of him.
He whirls around, sees the camera, and smiles. Then he frowns. “You shouldn’t be up and around on that,” he says sternly, glancing at my ankle. “Come sit down. How do you like your coffee?”
“I know,” I say, and slide onto a stool. “Cream and sugar, please.”
He fixes a mug and passes it to me. “Well. Too bad that ankle of yours is busted. Now that the storm’s passed, today would be a great day for a real hike.”
It’s a misty, gray morning—my favorite kind. I’d love to be out taking more pictures.
Loch touches my arm. “How are you?”
I lift my gaze to his, unable to keep a huge smile off my face. “I’m great.”
One corner of his mouth curls up. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
He leans across the table to kiss me. Being holed up for a while with him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world…by a long shot.
“I was thinking,” he says quietly when we part for air. “I don’t know how long you were planning to stay here or when you have to go back to the city, but if you want, you’re welcome to stay here with me. Save you some money.”
“Is that all?” I raise my brows.
He bites his lip and gives me a heavy-lidded stare. “Absolutely not. But I didn’t want to seem ungentlemanly.”
I think of all the ungentlemanly things he said to me last night and my toes curl. “I think we’re past that, don’t you?” But I grin. I can’t help it. He wants me to stay with him. “I suppose I’ll do you a favor, since you’re so lonely up here.”
“Thank you,” he says seriously.
“What happens after spring break, though?” I ask, lowering my gaze to my steaming mug. “I mean, is that all this is, a spring-break fling?”
“I don’t do flings,” he replies. “Ava, look at me.”
I meet his eyes.
“You get to call the shots,” he says. “I know what I want. I want you. But I have a demanding job, and you’ve got school to finish. I want you to succeed. I want you to graduate and find a great job. I also want to be in your life. If that means we do the distance thing for a bit, then that’s fine with me. I’ll spend weekends in the city with you or you can come stay with me here. We can make this work—if you want it to.”
“I want it to,” I breathe, then launch myself across the island at him.
After several minutes of deep, wet kisses, he maneuvers me so that my back is against the cold granite island top, tugs my sweatpants off, spreads my thighs, and slides into me, slow and deep. My body protests the entry for only a moment before warmth spreads through me and pleasure centers itself right alongside him, deep in my pussy.
He tilts his head back as he fucks me, holding my knees wide apart. His chest heaves and as I stare at him through hooded eyes, I can make out his jaw clenching with pleasure. I reach over my head and grab the edge of the countertop. Any residual pain from last night is gone. Hot, tingling pleasure is in its place.
“Loch,” I gasp. “I’m going to come!”
“Come for me, baby,” he growls, looking down at me. “Come all over my cock.”
One, two, three more plunges and then my body explodes.
“Oh, yeah,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my skin. He fucks me hard, a few short, hard thrusts, and then pushes himself into me as deep as possible. His cock throbs inside me as it spurts his cum all over my walls.
He leans over me, catching his breath. I tangle my fingers in his hair, breathing hard.
“That’s better than coffee,” he murmurs, kissing me. He helps me down from the counter and I giggle like a teenager, hugging him.
“Bathroom,” I whisper, then press up on my toes to kiss him before I limp off rapidly toward the bedroom.
“Stay off your damn ankle!” he yells after me.
I take care of business and clean myself up, then smile at myself in the mirror. I don’t look different, and yet, I’m totally changed. But it doesn’t have anything to do with the sex.
I’m in love.
I run a brush through my hair and pull it into a neat, high ponytail before heading back out.
Loch is now wearing a sweatshirt, and he’s talking on the phone, his back to me. But it’s stiff, like he’s standing at attention or something.
“…understand,” he’s saying in a clipped tone. “Yes. Yes. No. Not at all. Yes. I can be there inside of…three hours. Yes. Roger that.”
My heart sinks.
He pulls the phone from his ear, stabbing the screen with his thumb, then tosses it onto the island. “Fuck!”
“Where do you have to go?” I ask quietly.
He whips around, catching me standing there. Then he leans over the island, sighing. “That was one of my clients. A federal client. They have an assignment for me. They need me to leave today.”
“Where?” I ask again.
He gazes at me, the apology in his eyes before he says it. “I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry.”
It figures. I’d meet the man of my dreams, and then he’d have to leave. I hobble closer. “How long?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know yet.”
“Can you call?”
“No.”
“Email?”
Loch gives me the saddest look I think I’ve ever seen. He looks as sad as I feel. “No contact with home on these missions.”
“Oh.” I sit down heavily in a chair at the table. “Well. That—”
“Sucks,” he finishes, and brings our mugs over to the table and sits down beside me. “It fucking sucks.”
My impulse is to be mad at him, but that’s all it is—an impulse and a need to blame someone. This was his job long before I came into the picture, and he made clear the nature of his work before anything went down between us. I have no right to be upset with him, especially since he’s obviously as bummed out as I am.
He glances at me. “I want you to know, this doesn’t change anything on my part. But if you—I don’t expect you to wait or anything like that.”
I lean forward suddenly. “Loch, I gave you my virginity last night. Do you really think I’m just going to cruise on to the next guy? Did you hear nothing I said to you?”
“I heard,” he says evenly. “But last night, I didn’t have to leave the country again.”
“But I knew that was your job before we—” I pause, flustered. “I knew enough about your work—maybe not everything, but enough—to know this was a risk. It’s much harder for you than it is me. I stay here and carry on with my normal life, right? You have to basically go to war, it sounds like.”
“You’re not far off,” he mumbles, then swipes a hand over his face. “I have to report as soon as possible. I still need to pack and stuff.”
I rest my hand on his. “Do exactly what you need to do.”
He swallows, placing his hand on top of mine. “I’ll take you back to the inn.”
I change into my clothes from the day before, sit at the kitchen table with my foot elevated, and watch him as he whirls around the house, gathering his things. He brings out a huge black duffel bag from the room I slept in that’s already packed. He takes care of the dishes in the sink and packs up the rest of the s
tew for me to take along.
“It’ll go bad otherwise,” he says simply.
He makes a few calls to arrange for his mail to be held and to pay his bills six months in advance.
“I could be home sooner than that,” he tells one of his billers, looking at me. “But I’m not sure. Just want to be covered no matter what. You know the drill.”
The conversation is pretty short, telling me that this is old hat to whoever he’s talking to.
He loads up his truck, helps me in, and makes sure everything is set with his place. When he gets behind the wheel, I say, “It must be weird to not know minute to minute when the last time you walk out of your house will be.”
“It’s very weird,” he tells me as we set off. “It’s not something you ever get used to. I don’t, anyway.”
“You seem to have a good routine.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Had a lot of practice.”
On the short drive back down the mountain, we don’t say much. But we hold hands.
Outside the inn, he helps me out of the truck. I ask Mrs. Morris to take our picture on my camera. She obliges, then leaves us to have some privacy outside.
“I wish I knew where to send this,” I say, tapping the camera.
He gives me a little smile. “How about one on my phone?” He angles it and takes a selfie of us, then just one of me.
“Spank bank?” I tease, even though I feel like my heart is breaking.
“Of course.” He tucks his phone in his pocket, then reaches out and toys with the end of my ponytail. “I just want to have a piece of you with me over there. In case I never—”
“I’ll wait,” I hasten to say, because I can’t bear to hear him finish that sentence. “I’ll wait for you, Loch. I don’t care how long it takes.”
He pulls me close. “I can’t tell you what it means to hear that,” he murmurs into my hair. “But, Ava, if someone comes along and you think they can make you happy—go. I won’t be mad. I’ll understand. You deserve every bit of happiness this world has to offer. Don’t make any decisions with me in mind, you understand? You live for you. I’ll find you when this is all over.”