Ain't Doin' It

by Lani Lynn Vale

  But before I could ask him all over again for his reassurance, he rolled until he was on top of me.

  “I’m not young, Cora,” he said, his face inches from mine. The morning light was shining through his blinds, and the parallel lines were running horizontally across his face and chest where he was propped up over my body. “I’ve done things. Things that I thought were good enough. But I’ve never once experienced anything like that. I don’t know if it felt that good because it was something that I’ve always dreamed about or because it was you doing it. But I have a feeling it’s more that it was you and not just something new.”

  The fact that he read the insecurity in my eyes showed that he not only knew me, but he understood me.

  But before I could say a single word, he started to descend down my body, stopping only at the slice of skin at my belly and pressing a kiss directly above my naval.

  “My turn,” he growled.

  And the sound was much rougher than his normal voice.

  I made a mental note. When he was aroused, his voice sounded like he’d gargled with gravel.

  I smiled and watched as he continued his descent.

  The moment he reached my panties, he inhaled.

  I promptly blushed.

  Did I smell okay?

  I mean, the vagina was one of the body parts that I just never could get clean enough that I would mind if anyone else smelled it. I’d taken a shower last night, but still.

  That’d been a whole eight hours ago!

  But he didn’t seem to be repulsed by the smell. In fact, he seemed enticed by it.

  He slowly tugged my underwear free of my hips and slid them over my ass and then down my legs taking his time in a way that drove me wild.

  The moment my pussy was exposed to him, I started thinking that maybe I should’ve shaved.

  I kept the bushes trimmed, of course, but I didn’t keep them completely bare.

  I didn’t like the way it felt without the hair down there, and I’d never questioned it until now.

  But he didn’t seem to care. He dove face first into the space between my legs, and he let me know in no uncertain terms how much he liked everything about my nether regions.

  My thighs were pushed up and out by his large, rough hands, and then pressed down to the bed moments later as he stretched his arms up high over his body to hold them down.

  The move opened me fully to him, and he didn’t waste time getting down to business.

  He took one swipe with his tongue from the top of my clit down the whole length of me and then moved back up again. Over and over again he assaulted my clit, opening, and lips with his tongue.

  It wasn’t until he moved to focus on my clit that I realized he’d been licking me clean of the juices that had fallen free of my center during our previous activity.

  That’s when I knew I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  I needed him inside of me.

  I needed to feel his cock filling me full.

  “Coke,” I moaned, reaching for his head. “Coke, come up here and fuck me.”

  He shook his head, very focused on his present activity—shoving his tongue into my pussy—but I couldn’t do it.

  I needed him, and I couldn’t explain why.

  “No!” I pushed his face away. “I need you to fuck me.”

  Then I was pushing him onto his back and climbing on to his prone body.

  He growled low in his throat and caught my hips as I settled on top of him, but he didn’t allow me to have any control.

  Before I could put him inside of me, he was rolling us back over and then reaching into the nightstand for a condom. He expertly rolled it down over his erection and settled himself between my thighs.

  “Slow,” he ordered.

  I swallowed and shook my head as I tried to get his cock to miraculously fit into my sheath, but he stopped me by placing one hand firmly on one hip.

  “This is your first time.”

  I didn’t bother to ask how he knew it.

  Likely it was obvious.

  But whether it was my first time or my two hundredth, that didn’t stop the way I was feeling right then.

  “I don’t think you understand,” I whispered. “I need you to put your cock in me. I need to feel you filling me so full that I feel like I’m going to burst.”

  Realizing I was being serious and getting that from him was on the list of things I needed in this moment right beneath breathing, he blew out a shaky breath and reached his hand in between us.

  Moments later, I felt his cock at my entrance, and start to push inside.

  I didn’t know what came over me.

  I was practically writhing underneath him, and he had to put one hand on each of my hips and pick my lower half up off the bed to keep me still enough for him to enter me.

  And enter me he did.

  He didn’t pussyfoot around. Didn’t wait to make sure that I was okay with it one more time. Nope, not my Coke. He took one look at the need in my eyes, then fucked into me so hard that I saw stars.

  But the stars weren’t because he’d just broken through my virgin barrier or anything—I’d done that all on my own with a vibrator at the age of eighteen. Nope, the stars came from the orgasm that practically barreled through me.

  Once I came down from my thirty-second trip hurtling to a new plane of existence, I realized that Coke had some iron-clad control. It’d probably helped that I’d made him come before, but seriously. With the way that my vagina had clamped down so hard on him, and the way he was holding my hips so tightly, I knew that it’d felt just as good for him as it had for me.

  “Jesus Christ almighty,” Coke growled. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “I do Kegels,” I whispered breathlessly. “I try to do some core exercises while I work, and I have this balance ball that I sit on while I draw.”

  He was obviously over my talking, because the moment I got the last word out of my mouth, his claimed mine.

  Then he was fucking me while he was devouring me. The thrusts of his tongue matching the thrusts of his cock, and all of a sudden, I no longer had any desire to talk about anything.

  All I cared about was getting the man closer to me, feeling him press my body into the bed with his as he took me hard and fast.

  Which was exactly what he was doing.

  He broke away from me to allow us both to catch our breath, but he didn’t stay away for long. No, he moved his mouth down to run his beard along the sensitive skin of my collarbone, then moved down until he was face to breast.

  He cupped my breast in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, sucking hard.

  Each suck caused my pussy to clench around him and he growled.

  His free hand that wasn’t on my breast moved up to my thigh and pushed it up and out, giving him more room to move. The new position allowed him to go slightly deeper, but that was all I needed.

  With the feel of his mouth on my breast, the way he was hitting a new, deeper spot inside of me, and the way that my nerve endings were practically on fire, there was no way in hell that I could stop myself.

  I came, and I came hard.

  Again.

  Vaguely, I felt him repositioning my legs together from thighs to calves so that my legs were now side by side on the bed with his cock still sandwiched in between the lips of my sex.

  He was still so deep inside of me that my pussy continued to clench around him from my orgasm, and he was now straddling my legs.

  The new position made me feel so full.

  And with the way the shaft of his cock kept dragging deliciously along my clit, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was on the verge of coming for a fourth time.

  A. Fourth. Time.

  I’d never, not once in my life, been able to coax more than two from myself before I was too exhausted to do anything else.

  But the way Coke was playing my body like a fiddle
? I knew that I’d come as many damn times as he wanted me to before we were through.

  His hand went to my breast again and pinched my nipple, causing me to gasp.

  When I opened my eyes, it was to find him staring at me with a look of adoration in his eyes.

  Neither one of us said anything at all as he continued to fuck me, only much slower this time.

  I wasn’t sure if he was giving me time to recover, or if he just wanted to take it slow, but whatever his reasoning was, I was enjoying it.

  He slowly rocked his hips, and each glide of his cock against my clit had my body tightening all over again.

  And when I came the final time, I kept my eyes open.

  I didn’t know why.

  It was almost as if he’d asked me to watch him through what he did to me, but whatever the reason, he clearly liked it.

  He followed me over that particular hill moments later, and I watched unabashedly as his mouth fell open slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

  His jaw tightened, and then his belly clenched against my own as he started to come.

  Long moments later, after we’d stilled and our breaths returned to somewhat acceptable levels, he brought his hand up to my jaw and placed a single soft kiss on my upturned lips.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Fuck was right.

  The man had rocked my world. If there was a way that everyone wanted losing their virginity to go, that was it.

  I couldn’t have dreamed of a better experience for my first time.

  And I told him so.

  He grinned. “Don’t think that all of that had to do with me. You went crazy, and I had nothing left in me to deny you.” He paused. “And it helped that you got me off with your mouth about two minutes before that. Not to mention that I’ve acquired a little skill over my years.”

  I smacked him on the arm and he pulled away laughing.

  Moments later, I was getting off the bed when I realized that sex was a messy business. I pointed out to him that they were covered in sweat, wrinkled and he was leaking out around the condom that had slipped a little.

  He snorted. “Sheets wash, honey.”

  I looked at the wet spot, then at my thighs that were coated in my secretions, and decided a shower was in order.

  However, to do that, I’d need my bag that I’d packed the night before, which was sitting in the living room.

  Lifting his discarded shirt from the night before off the ground, I slid it over my head and headed in the direction of the living room.

  Chapter 20

  My Disney princess name is Taco Belle.

  -Text from Coke to Cora

  Cora

  I expected things to be awkward afterward. What I didn’t expect was to walk out in Coke’s t-shirt, still feeling him between my legs, to find his ex-wife sitting on the couch as if she owned the place.

  Coke followed closely behind me, coming to a halt almost directly at my side.

  “What…”

  The moment he saw what I was looking at, he moved so that his body was directly in front of me.

  “Do you know what kind of deplorable conditions I’ve been subjected to the last few days?” Beatrice asked softly.

  I stiffened.

  “Why are you in my house, Beatrice?” Coke asked angrily. “I didn’t invite you here. It’s customary to at least call and let whomever you’re visiting know that you’re coming.”

  Beatrice sneered. “Would you have let me come if I’d called?”

  Hell no. I didn’t even need to hear Coke’s answer aloud to know that’s what he’d have said.

  Honestly? One time after staying up with Coke to watch him work on his project truck, he’d told me that Beatrice had never been to this house. That he was glad that she hadn’t because the structure itself was untainted from memories of Beatrice.

  I was fairly sure we’d have to get rid of that couch now that I could visualize her sitting in it.

  Possibly even move out entirely.

  He could just move into my place. We could make it work.

  “I can tell by your non-answer that you wouldn’t have allowed me to come,” she sneered. “Hence showing up without calling first.”

  “Is it okay to throat punch a woman? Asking for a friend,” I asked Coke.

  Coke snorted, and Beatrice hissed in annoyance.

  She stood up and went to the kitchen, Coke and I following her movements with wary eyes.

  She reached for the paper plates that Coke used instead of dishes and picked one up.

  “I hated that you wanted to use these,” she said, tearing the plate in half.

  Coke growled under his breath.

  “I also hated that you always bent to my father’s wishes. What kind of man does exactly what another man wants? What kind of man does that make you? A pussy, that’s what.” Beatrice tore another plate in half. “I hate you. I hate the way you’re so subservient. I hate the way you never stood up for me.”

  She ripped up another plate and then turned to survey me with a look of disgust on her face.

  “And you, with your fresh baby face and cute little body,” she sneered, ripping up another plate. “You think you can replace me? I can have him back in a heartbeat.”

  That’s when Coke chose to laugh.

  She ignored him.

  “He was mine. I had him first. I gave him his first child. Now he can’t give you a child because he got fixed.”

  That’s when Coke lost it.

  He walked forward and ripped those paper plates out of Beatrice’s hands, then pointed toward the door. “Get. Out.”

  “No,” she snarled. “This is still half my house. Did you know that, dear?”

  That last part was aimed at me.

  “No, I didn’t,” I said. “But, possession is nine-tenths of the law. Looks to me like Coke is the one living here, not you.”

  “We bought this place because Coke just ‘had to have it,’” she sneered. “Well, let me tell you something, dear. I made sure that this house was put in my name. That was the deal for him getting this place. He bought it, but it went in my name. That way, if he did anything crazy like divorce me, he couldn’t have his precious cabin that I wasn’t allowed to visit.”

  I didn’t know what to say.

  “Unfortunately for you, Beatrice, things that you acquire when you are married, it doesn’t matter whose name it’s in.” He paused. “Like we’ve already been over. This cabin and land are not yours. You got the five-bedroom monstrosity that you had to have in town. I got this place. That was what the mediation was about, remember?”

  Coke sounded like he was speaking to a small child who was throwing a tantrum.

  “You got me fired from my job,” she snarled, reaching for the bowl of fruit on the counter.

  One second it was sitting pretty, and the next it was on the ground in pieces, apples and oranges flying everywhere.

  An avocado fell to the ground and burst apart, making me wince.

  That one would’ve been perfect today.

  Dammit! Avocados are so damn expensive, and it takes days for them to be ripe enough to eat! This damn woman had just ruined it!

  Whore.

  Why was I being irrational about an avocado, you ask?

  Because I didn’t know what in the hell to say or do. I did not, under any circumstances, want to be near that woman.

  I was uncomfortable, underdressed, and had stuff on my thighs that I’d rather the entire world not know about.

  “You have thirty-seconds to get out of here before I call Tyler Cree and have you picked up. You’re on bail, but one of the stipulations for it is definitely not getting arrested for trespassing. They pick you up again, it’ll be harder to get bail a second time because a judge isn’t going to look at you and see a good person. They’re gonna look at you and see the bitch you are,” Coke pointed out.

  B
eatrice hissed and reached for the roll of paper towels, knocking those off, too.

  I turned to leave, knowing that I couldn’t handle this anymore.

  My anxiety was through the roof.

  That’s when it got incredibly awkward.

  Frankie walked into the front door with a look of curiosity on her face.

  She must’ve heard the yelling from outside.

  Then again, I wasn’t quite sure why she was here and not at her dorm room.

  Not that she couldn’t be here seeing as this was her father’s house, but it was the middle of the week.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  I slipped from the room, forgoing my bag that was still in the living room, and decided that I’d just put my clothes from last night on.

  It was bad enough to be standing there in front of the man’s ex-wife with all the stuff Coke had just done to me written not only all over my face but also body fluids – his and mine - all over my body.

  But all of that with his daughter also in the room?

  Yeah, I had to change.

  Now.

  I came out of the room twenty minutes later to find Coke staring at Frankie with an angry look.

  I was fully dressed and heading for my bag before I’d even made the conscious decision to leave.

  I had to get out of here.

  There was no way in hell I could stand to be here anymore. She might come back.

  This was too awkward and uncomfortable for me. I had to leave—I had to.

  I needed some time to contemplate the fact that today I’d had the most perfect experience of my life.

  “You’re not going home. Not because of that nut bag.” He snatched my bag and threw it across the room, then turned his eyes on Frankie. “And neither are you. Might want to coordinate with your teachers.”

  Frankie waved her hand in the air. “I’ll be fine. It’s spring break anyway.” She looked over at me. “Anyway, on to more interesting news… you and my dad, huh?”

  I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I…”

  I had no clue what to say.

  She giggled. “Don’t worry. I like it. I’m glad he found someone who’s not my mom, to be honest.”

  Coke snorted. “Keep these doors locked. I’m going to make sure that she’s actually gone.”