by Frankie Love
I drop my jaw, realizing his game. He’s gonna create a sweat lodge in here, forcing me to take everything off.
I turn back to the food and lift the lid.
“Mmmm, smells good. I'm gonna eat.”
Jax saunters over to me, his body right behind mine, and he leans over my shoulder, looking at the roast. A hardness presses against my bottom and I have to force myself to step forward, step away from him.
What I really want, what my body impulsively desires, is to arch myself right into him. The hardness that I feel press against me drenches my panties.
I've never experienced so much wetness down there, and it forces me to clench the lips of my pussy tight, as if I am scolding myself for such ideas.
But as I clench the lips of my pussy, it only makes the desire grow. This is all so new for me, these mounting sensations. I’ve never had them once with Luke. Never had them in my life.
Now I feel like I am on fire.
Just like those logs burning in the fireplace Jax has stoked.
Instead of pushing himself back into me though, he backs off and reaches around me for two plates.
“Have a seat,” he tells me, as he places the plates on the table. I do as I am told.
He brings the pot to the table and scoops some vegetables onto our plates, and cuts a few slices of the roast for us as well.
Before he sits down, he grabs two pint glasses from the freezer and then pulls the tap on a second, smaller fridge. He fills each with frothy, amber beer.
Bare chested, his jeans slung low on his hips, hinting at what is below, he hands me a glass.
I take it nervously.
“Cheers,” he says, clinking his glass to mine.
“Cheers,” I say, raising it ever so slightly but not taking a sip.
He takes a long swig, and eyes me warily when I don't follow suit.
“It's the good stuff, I swear,” he says. “I made it myself.”
“I believe you, it's just … I've never had a drink before.”
“You've gotta be shitting me,” he scoffs. “Wait, let me guess. It's against your fucking religion?”
“Yes,” I say defensive. “My family isn't super uptight or anything like that, but we don't drink alcohol. And I don't really mind. I've never felt the desire to go against my father's wishes. Or even been in a situation where it was offered.”
Jax sets down his glass, nearly empty.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Twenty-one, why?”
“Just checking. I've never met a woman who hasn't been to a bar.”
“Why would I ever go to a bar?” I ask, picking up my fork and spearing a potato.
“To meet a man like me.”
“Then why are you alone in a cabin in the woods and not in some swanky bar in the city, with other hipsters, drinking fancy beer?”
“I'm not a hipster,” Jax says, but his artisan beer and beard and flannel say otherwise. When I laugh, he fake-glares at me. “That is a low blow, Harp.”
“Already with the nicknames, Jaxon?”
He smiles at this, and it warms me up again. Not the heating up between the legs warmth—something comforting and safe.
“To answer your question, I don't go to bars because this is my home now. I used to live in the city, but I'm done with that scene.”
“Why?” I ask. “What in the world could make a man like you decide to come out here?”
His eyes drop to his plate, and I can see that he isn't ready to open up to me.
Not like that.
But oh, my heart, I'm ready to open up to him.
I know it’s wrong, but as he looks down at his plate, all soulful and full of a past I know nothing about … I can't help but wonder if maybe tonight isn't about either the past or the future.
Maybe it is about being present, waking up tomorrow a new person.
Maybe I can Keep Calm and Carry On, by letting go of the one thing I've held so tightly to.
My virginity.
Chapter Four
JAX
Something has shifted in the room when I look back up, and into Harper's eyes.
I can tell her mind is working in overdrive.
I don't want her to think at all.
We finish our food in silence. But she's mostly pushing the food around her plate and then looking at me, blushing, and then looking away.
“What the hell is going on, woman?” I ask her, hoping her answer will be what I want it to be.
She sighs, then drops her fork.
“It's just getting so hot in here,” she says, breathlessly. “I think you were right. Maybe I should take off some layers.”
“I thought you said you didn't have any layers,” I answer smugly.
“I was wrong. I have one layer under my sweater. I have on my bra.” She swallows, looks down at her chest, as if this is the dirtiest thought she's ever had in her whole damn life.
Fuck, maybe it is.
And maybe the things I want to do with her are the dirtiest things I've ever desired.
And that is saying one hell of a lot.
“Well, do what you need to do, honey,” I say, pushing away from the table, my legs kicked open, my thumbs hanging on the loops of my pants.
“Oh, I know what I need to do, Jaxon,” she says. She stands and walks to the fire. Her back is to me as she reaches for the hem of her sweater. She pulls it over her head in one fell swoop.
My hard cock is aching for her to turn around, to reveal herself to me.
I want to see her big beautiful breasts exposed.
Above the waist of her pants is bare skin and then the band of her bra. I want to snap it off her. Lick her from her nipples to her pussy and back again.
But first I want her to turn around.
“I've never done something like this before,” she whispers into the fire.
Harper is different from the women in my past. Sure, those women were strangers, just like Harper. Just like her, they were looking for something with a desperation, a need—a hunger for my cock to satiate them the way only a one night stand can offer.
But Harper is nothing like those women.
She isn't experienced, has never been filled the way I intend to fill her now.
I moved to the woods because I needed to get away from everyone. Once the Sherriff started screwing with our business, I knew there was no point in sticking around. I thought that taking my money and moving out here, to the woods, would be enough.
But I was wrong. Nothing will be enough unless I can have Harper.
Not forever—I don't do that bullshit. But one night? Yes. One night is something we both need.
I walk over to her at the fire, my cock aching with each step I take.
“I'm so nervous,” she admits, still not turning around. “I was going to save myself for marriage. But maybe….”
“Maybe you were really just saving yourself for me,” I growl, placing a hand on her shoulder and spinning her to face me.
Her eyes are filled with desire, with longing. I can't wait to fill everything up. And I know I will. Just as I guessed, she's a virgin. And her tight pussy is gonna explode when I set her down on my thick wood.
She'll never be able to walk again without thinking of my cock inside of her.
Looking down I take in her perfect round breasts. I want to take off that bra so I can see her nipples, so I can run my hands over them, massage them, suck them as she sucks me.
“Are they okay?” she asks, looking down at her breasts. “I've never taken my shirt off for a man before.”
A smile dances over her lips.
“I did take off my top once with my fiancé,” she adds. “I was trying to see how far we could go before he made me stop … but he wasn't a man. He was nothing like you.”
“So he's the one who wanted to stop before?” I ask, surprised. “Not you?”
“Does that make me slutty?” she asks. The word on her lips shock me. Everything about her has
been so sweet and sincere—a word like that sounds so crass.
I like it.
“Wanting to make love is not slutty. It's natural,” I tell her.
She bites her lip, her eyes dancing with the light of the fire. “I don't want to make love.”
“What do you want?” I ask, lifting my hands to her chest, palming her beautiful lace bra. I want to pull it off, reveal her fully, but I want to take it slow, too, since it's her first time.
“I want to be fucked,” she says.
I grin, unable to suppress it. This girl is making me insane.
She has been sheltered, but she wants to be set free.
I can unleash the collar around her neck, show her how to be wild.
It's what I’ve practiced my whole goddamned life.
I slide down the straps of her bra, using my fingers to unclasp the back. It falls to the floor, and her breasts tumble out.
“Fuck, your breasts are gorgeous.”
“Don't call them that,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “I want you to call them tits. I want you to use the words I've never been allowed to say.”
“Your tits are fucking gorgeous, Harper,” I tell her truthfully. Because they are. They are the most gorgeous tits I've seen in my life.
“I'm glad you like them,” she says earnestly. “Now … show me your cock.”
HARPER
I can't believe this is happening. It's the one thing I swore I would never, ever do before I was married.
The one thing I’ve imagined doing for so long.
And now I've taken off my bra … or, rather, Jax has taken off my bra.
I never even got this far with my fiancé.
But Jax is nothing like him.
Thank you, God.
And now I lick my lips in anticipation. I have never seen a cock in my life. Not even a picture, not in a movie—because of course porn was beyond off-limits in my parents’ house.
But I have imagined them.
I heard them described by those girls I went to camp with when I was a teenager. But since I finished my homeschool education and graduated, I’ve never spent enough time away from the house to be exposed to anything forbidden.
I helped my mom with my younger siblings, all nine of them. I never moved out because I was waiting to be the wife, the helpmate to Luke.
Before he abandoned me.
And the thing is, I wanted the life I was supposed to have with him. Simple, domestic. I still want to have babies, be a mother, homeschool my kids, and make dinner for my husband. I just don't know when I will ever trust the men in our congregation again.
What if the other men who want to court me are like Luke? What if they end up being liars?
I can't think of that, because that is the future. And when I decided to take this one night as something for myself, I said I wouldn't think of the past or the future.
Just the now.
Keep Calm and Carry On.
“You are gonna love it,” Jax says, unbuttoning his pants, not at all insecure. Not like me.
I'm so scared I'm going to do it all wrong, have bad sex and not give him what he needs. Because I know that's what sex is about—giving a man the thing they desire. At least that's all I've ever been taught in regards to my wedding night.
“I've never seen one before,” I admit in a whisper.
“Well, honey, this is gonna be a fucking treat.” He drops his pants, pulls at the band of his boxer briefs, and reveals his cock, in all of its naked glory.
I gasp, not able to contain myself.
“That is so pretty,” I tell him, my eyes growing wide as I take it in. His cock is a hard rod, easily ten inches. The thickness is more than I imagined. I thought I'd be able to put my hand around it easily, but this is much bigger than that … bigger than….
Oh my gosh, how could that fit inside me?
“Pretty?” Jax laughs. “My cock has been called many things, but pretty is not one of them.”
“But it is, Jax,” I say, reverently, dropping to my knees, wanting to get a better look. The color is a warm red, veiny and translucent in a way that gets my pussy wet. I’ve never imagined having such an irresistible desire to put my mouth on something.
But I do. I want that cock in my mouth, I want to feel it hit the back of my throat. I want to gag on his size.
I don't even know where these thoughts are coming from, but I am overcome by them.
“Can I touch it?” I ask, apprehensively.
“Oh, honey, you can do anything to it you like.”
“Um,” I say, looking up at him. “I won't hurt it, will I, by touching it? It looks like it's about to burst.”
“That's because you are the most fucking gorgeous woman who's ever laid eyes on it, Harper. That's because all I want to do is put my hard wood in your pussy.”
I feel myself tremble at his words; they are the only words I've ever longed to hear. He wants me. Wants me hard and good. He wants me, and he is ready.
I take his length in my hands, slowly rubbing up and down, and he groans as I touch him.
“Oh, honey, that feels so good.”
“Have you had a lot of woman touch you?” I ask, worry rising up in me again. I'm scared the other woman will have done it right and that I'll do this wrong.
“It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're touching me now.”
He puts my worries to rest, and so I pull my hand up and down on his massive hardness, and then I reach for his balls. Two delicious balls, and I can't help but press my face closer to his rod, I want to smell his cock, his balls, all of him. He smells woodsy and clean. Pine needles and a wood stove. He smells like the Earth.
He smells like a man.
He moans as I do this, which makes me think maybe I am doing it right. His soft skin is like butter and I can't help but run my tongue down the length of him.
I have a desire to touch myself, but I push the idea away, knowing it is a sin to think that way.
But this is all a sin, isn't it?
I can't help but wonder why a sin feels so good? My tongue licks his cock, and I open my mouth wider, wanting to put his length inside. His cock pushes my lips wider, and his hardness fills my mouth, just like I wanted.
“Oh, Harper, that feels so fucking good.”
I can't help but moan as I dip my head up and down, sucking on his rod. He thrusts into my mouth, and then puts his hands on my head, rocking into me nice and slow.
He groans and I fondle his balls with my hands.
“That's so nice,” he says.
I love the sensation of his warmth in my mouth. It makes me feel so amazing, special. My hands and my mouth are making him so happy. I want to pleasure him this way all night long.
Before I can think that through, I feel his seed in my mouth. He thrusts harder in my mouth as he comes. With a rush of pleasure, I realize I get to swallow his come.
I pull his thickness out of mouth, wanting to see the come spurt from his tip. I've never seen such a powerful thing. Ropes of come are released, and I lean in to lick it off, to swallow the salty goodness. The powerful seed. I don't want any of it to spill on the ground—I want it in me.
I want him in me.
The realization fills my core with desire. I want that massive rod to press between my legs and I want that come to shoot up inside my pussy.
“I need more. I need more of you. Can you do that again, stay this hard and come again?”
“Oh, girl, I can come all night long.”
“Then do that. Do that to me.”
I stand and unbutton my pants, slide them off. Any of the inhibition I still carried left the moment I tasted him.
I want more of that creamy sex.
“God, woman,” Jax says, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. I’m still in my panties, but I can already feel his hardness rubbing against me. It feels so nice.
I didn't think bodies could feel this way, and my pussy hasn't even been touched yet. Been touche
d ever.
Nothing has ever rubbed down there—not even me, because I knew it was wrong.
But now it’s all I want.
Now it’s so right.
Chapter Five
JAX
She is a goddess. No question about it.
She tugs off her pants, and I wrap my arms around her, wanting to feel her skin, her soft curves, her enormous round tits pushed against my bare chest.
She sucked me off like I was a god, like she had never seen or tasted something so perfect.
Watching her lick up my come as I got off got me hard once again, instantly. My cock never had a chance to get soft, because how could it when a woman this perfect was running her hands over the length of me, in complete awe?
She fondled my balls like they were golden orbs. Like they were precious stones—and, fuck, it's good she thinks this way. My cock is a fucking treasure.
“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Harp,” I growl in her ear. “So hard you won't even remember what being a virgin felt like.”
“Good,” she says, already panting. “Why would I want to remember anything besides this?”
I lift her by her ass and carry her to the bearskin rug by the fire.
I place her gently on the soft fur, and then hungrily take in her perfect body. Cascades of blonde hair tumble around her, her tits rise and fall with each bated breath she takes. Her tummy is smooth and soft, the indentation of her belly button perfect.
Everything about her is so pure, even those little white panties she wears.
I'm on my knees before her, my bulging cock in her line of sight, just the way I know she wants it. Her knees are pressed together, because she has no fucking clue what is in store for her.
I tug on her panties, pulling them off, over her knees, past her feet. I throw them aside.
She bites her lip.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, not wanting to defile her virginity if she has changed her mind. I watch as her eyes look back down at my hardness, my solid wood that is sticking straight out toward her.
“You can't stop. Please. I want this so badly it hurts. Literally hurts, Jaxon. Like, my pussy aches. Is that normal?”
“Oh, honey, it's normal for women once they've seen my cock. This gift is not something every man can offer. It's what only I can give. And you are gonna fucking love this release.”