“I want to see your body,” he whispered.
I swallowed, then nodded. Lifting my arms over my head, I let him draw my shirt away, exposing my bra to a man for the first time, but not for long. Before I could even blink, Wyatt reached forward and unclasped that as well, letting it fall open and leaving my chest completely bare. It was a struggle not to instinctively cover up. Instead, I reached forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head.
“Fair’s fair,” I whispered back.
We sat there, studying each other for what seemed like ages, but surely was only seconds, and then we were kissing again. This time, however, when his fingers found my breast they were touching sensitive skin. My nipple swelled and hardened against his palm. I heard a moan, and was surprised when I realized it had come from me.
We continued like that for a few more minutes, kissing, touching each other, with Wyatt lying across the couch along the outside, trapping me against the back. My hands continued to run along his skin, but now I was growing bolder, letting them drop lower with each circle around his body. First down along his abdominal muscles, then below, just skimming the edges of his jeans, and then lower still. I only let them stop when I felt the hardness between his legs.
It was satisfying to hear Wyatt let out a breath of surprise when I touched him, his lips falling away from mine.
“I told you what I wanted,” I murmured, running my hands along his length and trying not to squeal with excited anticipation. I really did want to learn to please him, as he had done for me. I may have not known exactly how I was going to do it, but I had a good idea where to start.
Taking advantage of his surprise, I dropped my other hand down to his pants as well, using them both now to undo the zipper and pull them open.
“Just tell me what you like,” I whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I needed instruction, but at that moment I was a very willing and eager student.
“Reach in and grab it,” he said, bowing his head to speak directly against my ear. The hotness of his breath filled me with desire, urging me on, as if I needed any further encouragement. “Grab my cock.”
I gasped softly at that word. I knew it, of course, but not because it was one the Amish normally used—more from secret whispers coming from friends returning from their own Rumspringa. From Wyatt it sounded so raw. So carnal. I loved it.
Before I could over think it, I did as he asked. I pushed my hand down into his pants, slipping past his undergarments and grabbing hold of the hot hardness within.
I’d never felt something so wonderful. It was at once both hard, still and firm like a flagpole, but also soft, velvety and plush. As my whole hand rubbed along its length it felt smooth, yet when dragging my fingers along it I could feel ridges and veins.
Touching wasn’t enough. I had to see it.
I withdrew my hand and grabbed both sides of his pants, shifting my body forward as I struggled to push them down.
“Hold on,” he said, rolling backward and off the couch. He stood then, towering above me as our eyes met and held for a moment, then he bent down and removed everything, leaving himself completely naked. My eyes dropped down to take him in, seeing his cock for the first time. And make no mistake, that was what it was. A cock. I finally understood the term.
It stood out and away from Wyatt, proud, almost strutting, like the lone cock about to be let loose amongst the hens.
I reached forward, grabbing it again, pulling him towards me as I sat up, focusing on my hot prize. It was only inches away from me, and I knew what would really please Wyatt. I’d heard rumors of it back home, and now, suddenly, it was clear to me that they weren’t just stories.
“Beth,” he started to say, but I just looked up at him and opened my mouth, grasping his cock firmly with my fist as I leaned forward, letting the velvety tip push past my lips and slide along my tongue.
“Holy shit, Beth,” Wyatt breathed, hands weaving into my hair. The subtle pull of his hands against my scalp assured me that his exclamation was one of pleasure, and that he wanted me to continue.
I wasn’t sure exactly what I needed to do, the only thing I could think of was to try and keep from biting him, but Wyatt was encouraging, giving me small, quiet instructions. When to go faster, not to be afraid to use my tongue, to close my lips. All of them were appreciated, and soon his hips were moving in time with my mouth and beginning to pick up speed. My cheeks were full and my jaw was a bit sore, but I didn’t care at all. I loved what we were doing. I loved the sounds he was making, the little grunts of pleasure. I loved the urgency with which his hands pulled on my head and his hips thrust forward to meet me. Most of all, I loved the power I felt at being the one to give him such pleasure.
But then suddenly he stopped, stepping back so that he slipped from my mouth, hard cock glistening with a thin coating of my saliva.
“What’s the matter?” I was immediately concerned that I had done something wrong.
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “Nothing at all. If anything, it was… too good. I don’t want to finish like this.”
“What do you mean, how do you want to finish?” I asked, confused about what else I could do.
“I want to be inside you.”
14
Wyatt
The last thing I expected Beth to do was give me a blow job. Hell, I was surprised she even knew what one was, even though it was obvious she’d never given one before. But she was a quick and eager study. Pulling out from her lusciously pouty lips was one of the hardest things I’ve ever forced myself to do, but that wasn’t how I wanted things to end.
Beth was an incredible woman, and she turned me on like no one else before. And I wanted to have all of her.
She just watched me with her wide blue eyes as I slowly sank to my knees and loosened her pants. I took my time, giving her every chance to stop me if things went too far or too fast, beyond her comfort level, but she made no move to stop me. In fact, as I grasped the edges of her pants, she even leaned back and lifted her ass up, making it easier for me to remove them.
Beth stayed in that position, leaning back against the couch, legs bare and wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. I put both of my hands on one of her thighs, running my palms upward along her smooth skin, my eyes never leaving her face.
In the dim light it was hard to tell, but I think she was flushed. Definitely breathing heavy. Her eyes were intense as they watched me, and her lips were slightly open and still wet from sucking me. Neither of us said a word as my fingers slipped higher, but her legs spread, allowing me unfettered access.
I brushed across her panty-covered mound and watched her shiver, then spread her legs even more. The heat emanating from her was evident even through the thin cloth. After tracing a finger along the outline of her pussy, I moved to the edge of her panties and then slipped beneath, making contact with the hotness of her core. Beth moaned as I made contact, and I wondered who I was teasing more, her or me. Unable to wait any longer, I reached up and pulled her underwear down her legs, finally exposing her completely to my eyes.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured, before leaning forward and running my tongue along her already wet folds.
“Oh!” Beth exclaimed in surprise.
I pressed my face against her again, letting my hands press against the insides of her thighs as my tongue moved up to circle her clit. When I made contact, Beth let out another sound of pleasure but then her hands found the top of my head and she pushed me away.
“You taste incredible,” I protested, looking up at her.
“I want what you said,” she answered, grasping my arm and tugging until I rose and she guided me to the couch. “I want you to be inside of me.” As I sat down, Beth swung around my body to kneel across my legs, facing me. She bent and we kissed.
“Are you ready for that?” I asked when I felt the tip of my cock brushing against the inside of her thigh. “It might be uncomfortable if you’re not completely…
ready.”
She grabbed my wrist and pulled it between her legs, my fingers slipping in between her sopping folds. “Is that what you mean?” she asked.
I didn’t say anything more. Instead I reached past her to grab my pants, fishing a condom out of my pocket. She watched as I unwrapped and rolled it down my length, then she leaned forward to kiss me again. I let my hand slip back between her legs, rubbing along her wetness as her hips bucked into me.
Finally, her own hand reached between her legs and grabbed my cock, maneuvering it to her entrance. She paused for only a second before lowering herself onto me.
The feeling was incredible. The hot tightness of her pussy enveloped me, inch by inch, as she slowly slid down my cock. She controlled the pace, pausing often at first to let herself get accustomed to the feeling as she stretched around my dick. Soon enough, though, I felt her ass come to rest against my thighs. Beth’s arms were wrapped around my neck and her breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she clung to me, no longer moving.
“Wow,” I whispered into her ear.
She pulled back a bit so that we could see each other, the grin across her face as wide as I’d ever seen it. “That’s what I was going to say,” she whispered back. Then we kissed.
Our tongues rolled against each other with Beth still sitting on my lap and my cock buried deep within her body. I was so incredibly turned on that I had to fight the urge not to thrust, or to lift her by the ass and slam her back down onto me as fast and hard as I could. I only found the will to resist because I knew this was her first time, and we were going at her pace, and I wanted everything for her to be perfect.
My patience was rewarded when I felt her rise up, lifting her small body and dragging her hot pussy upwards before reaching the top and sliding back down. It was a beautiful torture that didn’t end for me until she finally started to pick up speed.
Soon Beth was moving up and down quickly, and I used my hands on her hips to subtly guide her, showing her how to rock back and forth in between moving up and down. Once she had the motion down, I let my hands move around to her perfectly-round ass and buried my fingers into her smooth flesh. We were both making sounds of pleasure, our bodies slick with matching layers of sweat. After the blow job she’d given me earlier, I didn’t think I was going to last much longer.
I let one of my hands release her ass, reluctantly, as I brought it around to the front and quickly found her clit with my thumb. She gasped in my ear as soon as I touched her, obviously surprised by this new sensation.
“Oh my God,” she cried out. I could feel her pussy tightening around me and I let loose, filling the condom inside her as I ended with a few last powerful thrusts upward. Beth seemed oblivious to it though, and continued to bounce with increasing speed, helped along by my thumb that continued to make circles between her legs.
Moments after my own orgasm, she buried her face into my shoulder and shuddered as she began to come. I’d had girls ride me to orgasm before, but there was something different this time. I’d never had sex like this before, and certainly not with a virgin I’d only known for a few days. I wasn’t sure what it was. It just felt more… intimate. I raised my hand and pressed against Beth’s shoulders so that she would lean away from me for a moment, then I kissed her lips. She responded hungrily, still breathless from the orgasm that was continuing to tremor through her body.
After a few more kisses, and once she had stopped shaking, Beth collapsed exhausted against me. I reached between us to pull off the condom, tossing it into the trash can beside the couch and settled her back down against my chest. She was draped across my body, her breath only now starting to slow as she made soft mewing noises into my neck. Neither of us said a word as we let our bodies settle, and within a few minutes I could tell she had fallen asleep.
I loved how easy it was for her to relax with me, how much she trusted me. She’d said so herself earlier, and though I’d had a twinge of guilt about some of the secrets I was forced to hold back from her—not only the bet, now, but the threat that Ash had warned me about yesterday, too—none of them were meant in any way to hurt her. I’d promised Ash that I wouldn’t tell her about the danger until he figured out exactly what it was, and I just needed the right time to tell her about the bet. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal anyway, since it was more between Ash and Reid, but I still didn’t want it coming out before I’d had a chance to explain.
I wanted nothing to jeopardize the connection I was feeling with her. It was something I’d never felt before with anyone else. Beth made me feel so at ease. So relaxed. Like I could finally let my guard down.
This was how life was supposed to feel. A person shouldn’t have to live on edge all the time, like any false move or wrong word out of their mouth would land them in a heap of trouble. Like there was a bomb ready to explode, and you had to tiptoe the fuck around it to avoid catching shrapnel in the gut.
That’s what it usually felt like when I was hanging around the MC, but I’d never really questioned it before because it was a pretty familiar feeling. Before dad went away, our home life felt a lot like that as well—at least when he was around. Hell, even when he wasn’t, Reid, Ash, and I would act much the same way. It was just what we knew.
With that sense of tension missing, I was finally able to realize how shitty it made me feel. Or in contrast, how good being with Beth made me feel. No other woman had ever given me this same feeling. Not that they caused me stress or tension on the same level as the MC, or even my brothers, but still… there were always games being played. In all my past relationships, it seemed like someone was always working harder to impress the other person, to prove that they were something they weren’t, or to determine what the other person might be hiding.
I didn’t feel any of that with Beth. I knew without a doubt that Beth was Beth. No more and no less. For better or for worse, she was exactly who she seemed to be. And not only that, she wanted me to be who I was. I didn’t have to do anything to impress her, other than be a good person. That’s all she was looking for.
And hell, if I couldn’t at least give her that, then I didn’t deserve her anyway.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I had to admit that my brothers were right. I was making a mistake hanging out with the MC. I was a fool to even consider trying to take over where my father left off and lead them. It was a fantasy to believe that he was any better than a fucking dirt bag, even at the best of times.
I slowly turned my body, letting Beth slip off as I gently lay her out on the sofa. Her hair was a bit messy from when my fingers were rubbing through it, and the soft lipstick she wore was smudged across her lips from where we kissed, but she was still absolutely breathtaking.
I watched her pale breasts rise and fall with her breathing for a few moments, and then let my eyes wander further along her body to the soft, downy hair above her pussy. My cock began to harden again, but I ignored it. She needed to sleep. We both did. I was exhausted as well.
I stretched out along the outside of the couch, pressing my body gently against hers and reveling in how deeply relaxed I felt.
There would be plenty of time for another round in the morning.
And hopefully many beyond that, as well.
15
Beth
When I woke, I had no idea what time it was. The basement was still just as dimly lit as it had been when I fell asleep on top of Wyatt. Only now I was lying on the couch with his strong, naked body next to me. I could have fallen asleep only minutes ago. I really had no idea. It could have been hours.
All I knew was what we had done, the memory of that experience still as fresh in my brain as the tingling feeling that remained between my legs. I had done it. I had lost my virginity to a man that wasn’t my husband.
And I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt over it.
I thought that I would. Back before we had even left the village, when the plan of sneaking away to meet Hannah had just been hatched, I had consider
ed whether this was something I was planning on doing. Or at least, if it came up, whether I would let it happen. At the time I wasn’t sure, and just the thought of it filled me with guilt and shame. But the more time I spent out here, the more I realized how many of the things we were taught back home just weren’t true. Maybe the importance of holding onto your virginity until marriage was one of them. At least for me.
Especially if it felt right, as Hannah had said.
And what Wyatt and I had done had definitely felt right. More than right, in fact.
I’d never felt more alive than when he was inside of me, and that feeling had barely even faded since. Having him lying next to me now filled me with joy and a feeling of safety and comfort that I’d never felt from anyone before. It was hard to believe I had had any doubts about him at all, and I’m glad I had set them aside. They were likely just fears born from the idea of heading into the unknown, which is what Rumspringa is all about anyway. As I’d been telling Sarah all along, this was our time for exploration and discovery—to experience things that we wouldn’t ever get the chance to experience back home.
Well I had certainly done that. If only Sarah could see me now.
I stifled a giggle at the thought. My prudish sister would probably be almost as mortified by my nakedness as by Wyatt’s. Poor Sarah. I wished she could let go enough to allow herself to experience something like this. She did seem to like Reid, and they were going alone to a cabin together, but I would be shocked if she allowed him much more than another kiss. Then again, I was surprised she had even done that with him the first time.
Speaking of kisses, I looked down at Wyatt’s lips and couldn’t help leaning forward and giving them a little peck. Only, the peck lasted a bit longer than I had planned and soon he was kissing back as his eyes popped open.
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