by Ramona Gray
“You are seriously the biggest man, ever.”
“I like to stay in shape.” I kissed the inside of one creamy thigh, and she made a sharp inhale.
“Mmm… you definitely have an incredible body.”
I kissed her other creamy thigh before giving it a soft nip. She jerked and made another soft and sexy giggle that stiffened my cock until it was aching.
“Hey, get to the good stuff.” She bonked my butt with the heel of her foot.
I took a deep breath. Fuck, would there ever be a moment where I wasn’t so goddamn nervous about touching Mia?
“Elijah?”
I lifted my head. She was giving me her sweet smile and my anxiety disappeared. “As long as you don’t bite me like you’re a vampire, whatever you do will feel good so don’t be nervous. Start off -”
“Soft and slow,” I finished.
She laughed. “Exactly. Now get to the pussy eating, big guy.”
“Yes, Mia.” I bent my head and inhaled again. Fuck, her pussy smelled so goddamn good. We’d only been making out for about ten minutes, but already her pussy was glistening wet and I could see her soft, pink clit peeking out from between her pussy lips.
I kissed her inner thigh again before licking her wet lips with the tip of my tongue. She moaned, her pelvis already arching a little and I licked her again before tentatively licking her clit.
I groaned when her hand immediately dropped on my head and she practically pushed me face-first into her hot pussy. Her reaction made precum spurt from my cock, and I ignored my urge to fist my cock as I pressed a kiss against the soft curls at the top of her pussy before licking her lips again. I avoided her clit, just tasting and kissing and making light nips across her pussy. If these two days were all I had with Mia, I wanted to make the most of them, which meant taking my time eating her sweet pussy.
Mia had other plans though. She fisted her hand in my hair and yanked my mouth toward her clit. “Elijah, please.”
Her voice had a breathless need to it that I’d never heard before. It made me ache to give her exactly what she wanted so I tossed my plan to go slow and attacked her clit with soft wide licks of my tongue.
“Oh fuck!” She rocked her pussy against my face, both hands holding my head steady now as I licked her repeatedly. “Good, so good, honey. Just like that… keep licking. Fuck…oh fuck, that’s so good.”
I was drowning in the sweet scent and taste of her pussy. My cock was hard and pulsing, and I was helpless to stop from rubbing it against the mattress as I buried my face in Mia’s pussy and licked like a fucking mad man.
“Suck my clit, honey,” Mia gasped. “Suck it, right now.”
I parted her pussy lips with my thumbs and exposed her entire swollen clit. I licked it once and then sucked it into my mouth, applying gentle pressure. Mia’s reaction was explosive. Her thighs clamped around my head, her fingers dug into my skull, and her lower body lifted until I was completely surrounded by her wet, damp heat.
She made a low scream of pleasure and wetness flooded my lips and tongue. I sucked on her clit as she came, and she cried out, her body trying hard to toss me to the floor as she bucked her pelvis against my face.
I licked her clit a final time and pushed her thighs apart so I could lift my head and suck in a breath of oxygen. Mia was moaning and shuddering, and I rubbed her thigh lightly as she collapsed against the bed.
I crawled out from between her thighs and stretched out on my side next to her. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but she was sore and just the thought of hurting her was enough to make my cock wilt a little.
I rested my hand on the curve of her belly and pressed a kiss against one diamond-hard nipple as she took in breath after ragged breath. After a few minutes, she cracked open one eye and smiled at me. “Sorry.”
“For what?” I asked.
“I didn’t last very long, and I got demanding at the end there.”
“I didn’t mind,” I said.
“Well, it wasn’t exactly helpful for you to learn how to eat a woman out,” she said. “But, hell, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a tongue in my pussy, and you did a great fucking job for your first time.”
“Flattering but most likely inaccurate,” I said.
She shook her head. “Nope. You did really well for your first time. You did better than my last boyfriend and he’d been having sex since he was fifteen.”
I had no sense that she was trying to flatter me, and so I gave her a pleased look. “Thanks. I appreciate the feedback.”
She laughed. “Oh God, we’re such… nerds, maybe? I don’t even know the word to describe it.”
I pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “Thank you for letting me do that, Mia.”
“Trust me, honey, it’s me who needs to thank you. It was great, and I promise the next time you eat me out, I’ll try and let you go slower and do your own thing.”
A stupid grin crossed my face. Just knowing that Mia wanted more made me happy.
“Now, since you’ve taken care of my need so sweetly, I think it’s time I helped you out. What do you say?”
I thought about Mia’s soft hand, the way it felt when she gripped my cock, and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d like that.”
“Lie on your back, honey.”
I flipped to my back, smiling at Mia when she hovered over me and kissed my mouth. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, giving her a puzzled look when she said, “Don’t worry if you cum quickly, okay? It’s to be expected.”
She kissed my chest and then my stomach as I tried to figure out what the hell she meant. Was I still cumming too quickly for her? I thought over the last twenty-four hours that I’d been getting better at controlling my urge to cum when she touched or fucked me, but maybe it wasn’t good enough. Maybe she wasn’t –
Her warm breath washed over my pubic hair and all rational thought fled. Holy fucking shit. Mia was going to blow me. Mia was going to suck my cock. My pelvis rose a little and I groaned loudly when she kissed my pubes and her soft hand stroked my inner thigh.
“Mia,” I whispered.
She raised her head, her long hair tickling my thighs as she smiled at me. “Yeah?”
“Please,” I moaned. “Oh please.”
“Have you thought about me sucking your cock, Elijah?” She asked. The tips of her fingers traced my balls before running up and down my aching shaft.
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Before we started having sex?” Her thumb rubbed across the head and I nearly fucking lost it when she sucked my precum off of her thumb.
“Oh fuck. Oh, Mia, please.”
“Answer the question, Elijah.” She bent her head and my heart thudded in my ears as I waited for her soft mouth to slide over my cock. Instead, she licked a slow path down my v-line as her hand curled around the base of my dick. “Answer me, please.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Really?” She gave me a smug little grin that only made me hotter for her. “Tell me one of your fantasies.”
“Mia, later, for the love of Christ,” I groaned.
“No, now,” she replied.
I fucking loved and hated her at the moment.
“In the shower,” I moaned. “I would fantasize about you giving me a blow job in the shower.”
“Hmm, that does sound like fun,” she said. “We’ll definitely make that fantasy come true for you later. All right?”
I nodded, unable to form words as her breath washed over my aching, throbbing dick.
“But for now, let’s stay right here and,” she licked away the precum that had beaded up on the tip of my cock again and I gasped, “you can give me a nice long taste of your delicious cum. What do you think?”
“Please,” I begged incoherently. “Please.”
“Such a sweet, polite boy,” she said with a cheeky smile.
I was getting ready to beg again – I didn’t fucking care how pathetic it made me look – when Mia’s hot mouth slid over th
e head of my cock. She sucked lightly, and I made a hoarse shout, my hands clawing into the sheets as I stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t look at her, couldn’t watch her lips stretch around my cock or I’d cum for fucking sure.
“So yummy,” Mia whispered. She sucked again on the head before sliding more of her mouth down over my cock. She bobbed her head up and down my cock as she sucked firmly. Her hand stroked and teased the base of my shaft as she sucked, and I couldn’t stop my pelvis from rising with every long pull of her mouth.
I was moaning her name repeatedly as she sucked and licked and stroked. My balls were tightening, and I tried desperately to stop myself from cumming. When Mia lifted her head and said my name, I continued to stare grimly at the ceiling.
She gave my dick a hard squeeze that sent lightning bolts of pleasure down my legs. “Mia, please!” I gasped.
“Look at me, honey,” she said.
“No, no I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” she said. “I want you to watch as I suck you off, Elijah.”
I tore my gaze from the ceiling and stared at her. She was lying across my thighs, her dark hair tucked behind her ears and her full mouth red and swollen from sucking on my cock. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and took my dick into her mouth. As I watched her lips stretch around my width, I cried out and dug my hands into the sheets again.
I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop watching as Mia sucked on my throbbing cock. Her mouth slid up and down, and the combination of the way she looked with her mouth stuffed full of my cock and the gentle scrape of her teeth against my flesh sent me over the edge.
I arched, my low howl of ecstasy echoing through the room as I came hard into Mia’s mouth. She sucked me dry, her smooth throat swallowing repeatedly as she worked to take every bit of my cum. I watched through half-lidded eyes as the pleasure washed over me in slow waves of pure bliss. When she licked my cock clean and then licked away the cum on her lower lip, more cum spurted out of my dick.
She grinned and bent her head, licking the cum away as I moaned and shivered and rocked back and forth on the bed. She sat up and gave me another smug grin before pulling the covers up over both of us and lying on her side. I immediately turned to face her, my big body still shaking, and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my chest.
I wanted – needed – to be close to her and she seemed to understand. She didn’t protest when I plastered my entire body against hers, my cock pressed against her stomach and my chest smashed against her breasts.
She kissed my chest again and stroked my upper back as I labored to catch my breath. “Oh my God, Mia, that was…”
She smiled up at me. “I’m glad you enjoyed your first blow job.”
“It was fucking perfect,” I said, “just like you are.”
A small line appeared between her eyebrows for a few seconds before she smoothed it away. “Next time, we’ll do it in the shower and fulfill that fantasy of yours. Okay?”
“Jesus, you’re the best,” I said weakly.
She grinned and rested her head against my shoulder. I lazily stroked her hip and thigh as my body slowly recovered from the orgasm. Nearly fifteen minutes later, I was nearly asleep when Mia touched the scars on my lower back.
I wanted to tense, but my body was so goddamn relaxed, that I couldn’t muster up the energy. Besides, the way Mia stroked them, the way she seemed to memorize the pattern and shape of the raised skin with the pads of her fingers, was weirdly soothing. She hadn’t touched or brought up the scars once since our first night together and I still felt guilty for making her feel bad about asking questions.
Maybe it was the lingering guilt, or maybe it was just how damn relaxed I was, but I didn’t pull away when Mia kissed my chest and said, “Elijah, you don’t have to tell me why you got the scars but will you tell me if it was your parents who did this to you?”
“Yes. My father, but my mother wanted him to do it.”
“Oh, honey,” she said softly. “Did he – did he use a belt?”
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Yeah. My parents are very religious and strict. I’d done something they considered sinful and that’s how they punished me.”
“How old were you?” She asked.
“Fourteen.”
Her hand tightened for a moment on my scars. “That’s child abuse, Elijah.”
I shrugged, and she sighed before saying, “Do you have any siblings?”
“No. It was just me.”
“No one saw what they did to you? You didn’t have a teacher you could go to or -”
“I went to an all-boys school that was just as strict with religion as my parents were. They still used the strap for punishment at the school.”
“Holy shit, how is that even possible?” She whispered.
“They were shut down a few years ago,” I said.
“Thank God,” she replied. “How often did your father beat you?”
“Whenever I did something he or my mother didn’t approve of or thought was sinful. They were difficult to…please, so I was punished a lot. He only really did real damage that one time though.”
She was quiet, and I knew she was about to ask me what I had done, even though she’d promised not to. I didn’t blame her, but I couldn’t – wouldn’t – talk about it with her. My body had stiffened, and I waited for her to ask the question that would drive me from her bed again.
“I’m so sorry, honey.”
I jerked in surprise and stared down at Mia. She was giving me a soft look of compassion, and every muscle in my body tensed again before relaxing.
“What your parents did you to you was terrible and abusive and I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. I’m sorry they hurt you the way they did.”
She pressed a kiss against my mouth, and I rested my forehead against hers, breathing in her soft scent. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Wasn’t it?” She said.
“I… it was awful.”
She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. “I’m sorry, Elijah.”
I buried my face in her neck and breathed deep before muttering, “I ran away when I was seventeen and I haven’t talked to them since. They’re still alive and my father is still a pastor, but that’s about all I know. I don’t want to have anything to do with them.”
“Of course you don’t,” she said.
“I’m a bad son.”
“No, you’re not.” She cupped my face and stared at me intently. “They were bad parents, Elijah. They’re to blame, not you. Short of murdering a human or an animal – nothing you could have done was bad enough to warrant that type of abuse. Do you hear me?”
“I didn’t murder anyone,” I said.
She smiled a little and kissed my mouth. “I know. You don’t have a bad bone in your body, Elijah Thomson. You’re the sweetest, gentlest man I know, and I adore you. You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded, and she kissed my mouth again before resting her head on my chest.
It wasn’t love she was offering, but it was enough. When she was done with me, when she wanted to go back to being just friends, the memory of this moment would be enough.
It had to be enough.
Chapter Ten
Mia
“Wait, so you’re telling me you’re still giving Elijah sex lessons?” Isabelle stared at me over her cup of coffee.
“Keep your voice down,” I scolded before glancing around Mugs Coffee Shop.
“It’s been two weeks,” Isabelle said. “You said before that he was a fast learner. Were you lying? How bad is the dude in bed?”
“He’s not bad,” I said defensively. “In fact, he’s really good and he is a fast learner.”
“Then why are you still giving him lessons?” Isabelle asked.
“Because I…”
I didn’t know what to say. I should never have told Isabelle that I was still banging Elijah, but she had outright asked me, and I couldn’t lie to my best friend.
“Are you falling for Elijah?” Isabelle asked.
“What? No, of course not,” I said.
“Why not? Obviously, you two are compatible in bed, and you’re really great friends. Why shouldn’t you just start dating? And don’t give me that bullshit about Elijah not liking you that way. He does, Mia.”
I sighed and picked at the sleeve on my coffee cup. “Okay, fine, maybe he does like me, but he’s bordering on being a Phillip.”
“No way. Phillip was a dickwad. I know I don’t know Elijah very well, but you can tell he isn’t a dickwad.”
“He isn’t,” I said. “But he keeps making these little comments about how perfect I am, and -”
“That doesn’t mean he’s a Phillip,” Isabelle said. “Look, I get why you’re paranoid, Phillip did a real number on your head, but you can’t just hide away from love.”
“I’m not. I just – I need more time to get over the mindfuck games that Phillip played with me. Okay?”
“So, what? You’re gonna date a few assholes first? Guys who don’t tell you that you’re awesome? Is that how you’re gonna get over him?” Isabelle scowled at me.
“No, but dating someone who occasionally reminds me of Phillip, is definitely not the way to go.”
“Fair enough,” Isabelle said. “But, if you’re not interested in dating Elijah, then you need to stop leading him on and find him a woman like you told him you would.”
I winced. Isabelle was always blunt and honest, and I loved her for it, but, man, did it hurt to hear the truth. I didn’t want to lead Elijah on, hated the idea that I was, but Isabelle was one hundred percent correct.
Just because I loved how damn amazing Elijah was turning out to be in bed, was no excuse for what I was doing.
It’s not just the sex, Mia. You like him. He’s sweet and smart and funny. You know you like him. Give him a chance. Please?
I sipped my coffee. Was there a big part of me that wanted to ask Elijah if he’d like to date? Hell, yes. But the thought that he might even be a little like Phillip, and that he’d place me on this pedestal that I had no right to be on, was devastating. Losing Phillip had hurt, but losing Elijah? I couldn’t even fathom it. If I couldn’t have him in my bed forever, I could at least have him as a friend.