by Jade Sinner
“Tell me when it starts building, baby.” I want to go there together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.
She nods as she pants. “OK.”
Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it’s my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.
One thrust and I could be inside her. Owning her. Making her mine.
“Oh, God, Ben. It’s starting.”
Hearing your girl tell you she’s about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. “Me too.”
She rises to prop her body weight on a single elbow. “I want you to cum on my pussy, Ben. And if there’s enough, on my face, too.”
“Goddamn, Emma.” I’ve never had a girl ask me to cum in her face but it’s fucking hot as hell.
“Will . . . you?” She’s close. I hear it in her voice.
“Fuck, yeah. I’ll do it.” I’ll shower her with my semen if it’s what she wants.
I jerk faster while feeling stoked that Emma isn’t timid about my jizzing on her since I plan to do it often. “Ready?”
Her eyes are glued to my dick as she watches, her eyes filled with utter fascination, as the first stream of sticky white cum jets out between her legs. One squirt and then the second. She watches with wonder as she opens her mouth and holds out her tongue. A third and fourth pulsation squeezes another stream from my balls, and I quickly aim upward, splattering cum across her mouth, tongue, and chin. “Who do you belong to, Em?”
“I’m yours, Ben.”
Motherfucker. She looks good wearing my jizz. The only place I’d like it better is inside her cunt.
Her tongue darts out and licks the splatter across her lips. “Mmm . . . sweet and salty. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I love it.”
“That was beautiful, baby.” The wonder in her eyes. The fascination in her expression. The satisfaction in her smile. My heart wants to explode. This is her first sexual encounter and I was privileged enough to be part of it. I can’t even begin to imagine what fucking her will be like. I’m not sure I can take it if it’s much better than this.
She wipes a splatter from her chin and licks it from her finger. “I want your dick in my mouth next time so I can drink it.”
Fuck, this girl is going to kill me. Virgins aren’t supposed to say things like that. “Next week. Promise.”
She puts her hand between her legs and rubs the thick white cream on her folds. I wish it were me doing it. Marking her. “You do know that stuff you’re smearing around down there has my boys swimming in it, right? It’s their job to move upstream and make a baby.”
She smiles and nods. “I know.” What the hell? She wants my baby?
I lower my body to kiss her mouth and catch a whiff of my musky fragrance, my brand, on her skin. “I love how you smell like me.”
“Me too.” She rubs her hand across my chest. “Now you smell like us.”
I lower my head and inhale. “Fuck, I love that. There’s nothing else in the world like it.”
She pushes her finger through her slit and then grins like a vixen when she smears it over my upper lip. “Well . . . since you like it that much.”
I get to smell us every time I breathe in. “No way my dick is going down now.”
“I can help you out with that problem.”
I intercept her hand as it goes for my cock and I bring it to my mouth for a kiss on her palm. “A week, Em. Only seven more days.”
She gives me her pouty face, the same one she’s used on me since she was four years old anytime she wanted her way. I’ve always been indulgent when it comes to Emma. Always letting her have her way. “Please understand. I have Ryan to think of, but I also have your parents to consider.” They have the power to make things very difficult for us.
“Mom and Dad love you.”
For now. That could change very soon if I don’t do this the right way. “I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Will you let me sleep with you tonight? No sex. Just hold me.”
I’d love nothing more but it’s too risky. The shit would hit the fan if Ryan got up and caught us in bed together. “Not chancing it, Em. We’ve kept this secret for three months. Only one more week to go. It would be a shame to ruin everything now.”
“I know. But I want to sooo bad. This could be our last opportunity.” Emma has always been impatient and tonight proves no differently.
I crawl on the bed and lie next to her, lacing my fingers through hers. “You know I’m moving into my own place in two days. We’ll have all the privacy we want.”
“But never all night long. My parents aren’t going to let me stay over with you.”
I know but all we have to do is make it through the next two months. Then we’ll have all the freedom we want when she goes to college. “We’re going to spend every weekend together after you leave for school. We’ll start fucking on Friday afternoon and we won’t stop until you have class on Monday morning.”
She rises and hovers above me so we’re face to face. “Promise me, Ben. Promise me we will be together no matter what. No matter how things go with my parents or with Ryan and the other boys.”
I can’t hold back my smile when I hear her call Brantley and Drake the boys. “Swear.”
“Good. I’m holding you to that.” She turns on her side and backs up to me before pulling the sheet over both of us. Spooning. My dick poking her in the ass. “I’m staying. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kick me out of bed.”
I’m going to stay hard all night with her pressed against me but there’s no way I can tell my Em to get out. “Okay, but you have to go early in the morning. Way before Ryan gets up. We’re not being stupid about this.”
“Got it.”
I set the alarm on my phone for five, turn off the lamp, and drape my arm over her waist to settle in for the night. I press a kiss against the back of her head. “Goodnight, sweet Em.”
“Goodnight . . . Big Ben,” she giggles.
“You got that right, baby.” I am well hung and proud of it. And Em is going to find out just how big Big Ben really is when I pop her cherry next week.
Ben Westbrook. I have loved that man my entire life. The first memory I have of him is from when I was four, and he was already in my heart.
For years, I was nothing more than one of the boys to him. Ryan’s little sister. The pest who tagged along everywhere they went. Or at least tried. The age gap eventually ruined everything. Ryan, Brantley, Drake, and Ben discovered girls and I wasn’t the kind they wanted around. Of course, I didn’t understand their fascination; I was too young. I’m glad it took years for my immature brain to figure out what Ben was doing with those girls. It broke my heart when I finally did.
He’s twenty-four. I’m seventeen. Well, I’ll be eighteen in seven days. And I want to be his girl—his only girl. It’s what I’ve wanted since … always.
I was sixteen, going on seventeen, when Ben came home for spring break fifteen months ago. I spent the week hanging out with him, Ryan, Brantley, and Drake. Despite all of my efforts, he never once looked at me like I was anything more than their little Em. Still just one of the boys.
It. Pissed. Me. Off.
I was growing up, damn it. I was getting boobs. And hips. But he just wouldn’t fucking see me. That’s when I decided it was time to take action if he were going to be mine.
I avoided him for a year. A whole twelve months away from my Ben—but that didn’t stop me from seeing his dark hair, chocolate eyes, and tanned, muscular body every night in my dreams. And the V. The damn V at his waist pointing at what I now know is an enormous cock.
Being away from him for the first time in my life was awful. But I knew it had to be done if he were
to ever see me as anything other than Ryan’s baby sister.
I used that year to get my body in shape. Clear my acne. Learn how to walk, talk, and dress to prove to a twenty-four-year-old man that I wasn’t a kid. He would, by God, see that I was no longer that little girl who once begged to be allowed inside their boys-only fort. He would see me as a woman to be reckoned with. A sexual being who wanted him. A virgin more than ready to lie beneath him.
And it worked like a charm. Ben finally noticed me. Of course, it took a red silk halter-top, a short skirt, four-inch wedges, and a date with a boy the entire school thought was hot shit. But the point is, it worked. I finally caught his attention.
And now he’s mine. Next on the agenda is bringing Ryan aboard. I already know it won’t be easy but I’m up for the challenge; Ben is worth the fight.
I’m already awake when the phone alerts us it’s five o’clock. “Good morning, my sweet Em.”
“Good morning, Big Ben.” I giggle as I call him that but it’s actually a scary thought when I consider the logistics of it all. I thought about it a lot last night. I’m not an idiot. I know the female anatomy stretches to accommodate but my vagizzle will have to do a whole bunch of stretching to fit that tonsil tickler. But I don’t care. I still want to do it.
I roll to my stomach and get on all fours before leaning down to kiss him.
“Mmm . . . someone has minty breath. How’d that happen?”
“Had to make a bathroom run so I thought I might as well freshen up.” Big fat lie. The truth is I have a plan, and I intend on carrying it out before I leave his bed this morning.
I toss my leg over Ben’s hips so I’m straddling him when I get on top. We’re still naked from last night’s mutual masturbation session so my naked pussy grazes his cock. I gasp because it’s the first time the two have touched.
And it turns me the fuck on.
A warm tingle spreads through every part of my groin and pelvis, and I instinctively rotate my hips so my slick slit is rubbing against him. I’ve been lying here for an hour plotting, gathering all my courage, and dreaming of everything I want to do with Ben. I’ve seen a hundred different sexual fantasies in my head the last hour so I’m super wet. Drenched.
“Whoa, Em. We can’t do this.” He’s saying the words but his fingers are digging into my hips. Moving with them. Not stopping them. That’s definitely not a no. Now is the time to strike.
I press my mouth to his ear so he can feel my warm breath. “You want to fuck me, Ben. I know it. You know it, too,” I whisper before sucking his earlobe into my mouth. I’m going to make this happen.
“Yes. I want to fuck you more than … I want to breathe but …”
I put my finger over his lips. “Shh. No buts.”
“There is a but. A huge one and he’s downstairs, right below us, on the couch.”
“That but is passed out cold, so he’ll never know. I’ll leave your bed afterward and he’ll be none the wiser.” He doesn’t argue with me so I press further by grasping his dick and using it to rub my clit. “Please, Ben. Can’t you feel how much I want you? How wet I am? It’s all for you.”
He still isn’t stopping me so I sink down, pushing the crown of his cock just inside my entrance. Fuck, he’s letting me.
I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, being topped by Ben as he hovers above me. “It’s not happening like that, Em. I will be the one to fuck you. I will be the one to pop your cherry. I will be the one in control. Not the other way around.”
“You’ll pop my cherry, huh?” I lock my legs around his waist and hold him prisoner. “Then let’s go. Do it.”
“I will but not before I eat your virgin pussy.” His words accompany a growl against my ear. For the first time, he’s not telling me no. We’re actually going to do it.
This. Is. Happening.
There isn’t a word for the excessive excitement I’m feeling right now. It’s ridiculous how happy I am.
I release him from my leg lock, and he crawls down my body. He kneels between my legs and yanks me lower in the bed as though I weigh nothing while lifting my ass to rest on his chest. I’m nearly upside down as everything between my legs is right there in his face.
He traces his nose over my vaginal lips and inhales deeply. “You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off while thinking about this and what it must smell like. What it must taste like.”
I gasp when he drags his warm, wet tongue through my slit. “Oh, shit, Ben.”
“Don’t even think about cumming anytime soon. We’re just getting started.”
Ben buries his head between my legs and rubs his face against me. Oh God. His scratchy stubble feels so good that I seriously think I could cum just from his whiskers rubbing me like that. “I want your juices all over me so every time I breathe in, I think about this all day.”
He stills and places a kiss on top of my mound, running his finger over the tuft of hair. “I love that you’re smooth except for this little strip. It’s a nice surprise.” I’m glad he likes it. I did it just for him.
His tongue sneaks out from between his lips to glide over the skin above the top of my slit. Side to side and then back and forth. I lift my hips so he’ll lick my clit, but his mouth moves away as I do. Fuck, he’s teasing me. Wants me to beg. And I will. “Pleeease …”
“Please what?” He knows what I want from him.
I lift my hips again. “Move your mouth down.”
He pushes my legs farther apart and flutters of kisses line my pussy lips. Every nerve ending in my pelvis is firing orgasmic pulsations. “Prefer that?” His tongue flattens against my center and swipes upward, the tip grazing my clit. “Or this?”
“Oh, this! Definitely this.” I wish the light were on so I could see him and watch his mouth feast between my legs.
“You taste so good. I knew you would.”
My hips rock against the motion of his tongue so each swipe is longer and harder.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face.”
“Oh God.” I lace my fingers through the top of his hair and thrust against his mouth, up and down.
He grabs my hips, pins me so I can’t move, and sucks my clit. One finger and then two plunge deep inside me. He moves them in and out slowly. It stings a little for just a moment, but I understand what he’s doing: stretching me so I can take his cock. Big Ben.
His fingers continue to move in and out, gradually increasing in speed and pressure as he sucks harder, harder, harder. I will wear his mark there even if no one can see it.
I recognize the fuzzy, warm tingles beginning in my toes. My pussy and clit tense and relax as the tingly waves of sensation start deep within my pelvis. A part of me wants to suppress them so I can make this last longer, but the other part wants to cum so badly.
The battle is over when rhythmic pulsations begin in my pelvis. “Oh Ben. I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming so hard.”
The suction of his mouth increases while the motion of his fingers slow. Every movement is meticulous. Carefully calculated.
My cheeks pulse as the rhythmic twitches continue in my pelvis. Fuck, Ben’s devouring me. I grab the pillow above my head and cover my face so I can bite down while I try to swallow my screams. “Fuuuck.”
My face is still covered with the pillow but I don’t mistake the sound of the door opening. Or my brother’s voice. “What the hell is going on in here?”
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Busted.
Ben shifts and my ass instantly leaves his embrace to be dumped on the bed, the sheet pulled over my head. “Get the fuck out, Ryan.”
“Whose pussy you eating under there, Westbrook?” He isn’t putting the pieces together. Thanks God for Jack Daniels.
“Don’t worry about it. Get out of here.”
“It’s that chick you picked up from uh … uh … the gym last week.” Last week?
My heart jumps into my throat as does my stomach. I feel like I might puke. I want to get up. Push Ben off of me
and run as fast and as far as possible. But I can’t with Ryan standing there. I’m trapped.
“I didn’t pick up any girl at the gym. That was Brantley and Drake, you jackass. You’re still drunk. Get out of my room.”
Ryan laughs and I recognize the sound as his drunken chuckle. “Oh yeah. That was them.” Them? As in they picked up the same girl at the same time?
“I bet you wish it were you. Brantley said both of her nipples and her clit were pierced. He said he never ate out a girl with a pussy piercing before.” I normally wouldn’t want to hear something like that from my brother but I welcome it in this case since the TMI clears Ben.
The mattress shifts as Ben leaves the bed. “OUT! Now, motherfucker!”
“Okay, but tell your girl under there to keep down that screaming shit. My little sister is asleep in the room across the hall, in case you forgot.”
Please don’t go across the hall.
“Sure thing, Ryan, but don’t wake Emma. She’s fine in your room. It’s still early so go back to sleep on the couch downstairs. We’ll be quiet.”
I hear the door close, the lock pop, and then feel the dip in the bed beside me. “He’s gone.”
I pull the sheet off my head and see Ben lying on his back with his arm over his face, covering his eyes. “Fuck, Em. That was close. Too close.” His voice is trembling.
“It’s okay. He didn’t realize it was me.”
He takes his arm from his face and looks at me. “I don’t have a clue how he got in here. I got up during the night and locked the door so that wouldn’t happen.”
I immediately know the explanation. “I didn’t lock it when I came back from the bathroom. I’m sorry. I thought he’d be passed out till lunch.”
He grabs my forearm, pulls me down, and wraps his arms tightly around me. “It’s okay, baby. But we’re sort of screwed with Ryan now.”
We’re really not. Why is he unable to see that? “It’s fine. He didn’t know it’s me in here.”
“True, but he thinks I’m in here eating somebody else’s pussy. Come on, Em. Think about that for a minute. Do you really think he’ll go along with us announcing we’re in love a week after he thinks he walked in on something like that?”