by Holly Dodd
Why did he want to wait? I needed him. Needed this. I was dying for him to stuff me. I wasn’t afraid of him not fitting, or that having such a huge shaft as my first would hurt. The thrill of that pain had my cunt convulsing with desire.
Kevin wound his arms around my body, and groaned into my hair as he pulled me down. His breath scorched my earlobe as his lips touched the lobe. “Fuck, I’ve been hard since you got into the car. I’ve jerked off so many times since you asked me to pop your cherry.”
His obvious desire thrilled me. In his arms I was a goddess, worshipped by the taunting grind of his hips rolling upwards. His meaty cock prodded my slit, working my panties deeper between my swollen lips. I panted, swiveling my hips atop him with jerky, pleasure-seeking strokes of my hips. Trying to find the angle that would get me off.
Obviously, being a virgin, I’d never come with another person. I’d been afraid I wouldn’t be able to come, but that fear was long gone. I was struggling not to come too soon, wanting this connection, this tangible web of lust and pleasure to last forever.
The heat, the need, and sheer desire which consumed me had been missing from my previous experiences. In the wake of Kevin, Dylan was a fumbling boy who hadn’t known the first thing on how to turn me on. I was so glad Dylan hadn’t been my first. This was everything I’d wanted.
I was in over my head, drowning, and I never wanted to surface.
“Please,” I whimpered. It was too much. I hurt and needed relief.
“Do you want to come, kitten?” Kevin’s teeth grazed my skin. Canting my head, I all but begged him to bite me.
“Yes, Jesus Christ yes Kevin please make me come.” I shivered in his arms, my mind replaying the promise he’d made me beside his car.
You’ll come on my fingers.
I’d never been fingered by anyone but myself. I’d played with myself, I was a healthy twenty-two-year-old with a solid sexual appetite. Though I hadn’t gone for toys. Yet. Mia had bought me a small bullet vibe as a gag gift one year, but I’d been too shy to try it.
Kevin’s rough hand palmed my quivering belly. I sucked in a breath, and stifled the whimpers that were straining my throat. Lord. Oh Lord.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Kevin whispered against my cheek. “But you need to burn hotter. Watch me.”
I whimpered as I peeled my eyes open, meeting the dominant gleam in his eyes. Then I looked downwards, his tanned skin dark on my ivory flesh. His fingers were so long, being that he was over six-foot I wasn’t surprised. I was hypnotized as they surfed down the plane of my stomach. His nail stroked the line of my lace panties, sending another wave of shivers into my pulsing core.
“I’m the first one touching you like this. The first fingers that are going to slip into your virginal li’l cunt. Fuck, I can feel how hot you’re burning for me.” His voice held a rough edge. His words flayed me, and I rocked forward.
His forefinger crooked, prying my panties away from my flushed skin. He was so close to my mound, so close to touching me for the first time.
Kevin’s knuckles grazed the smooth flesh of my cunt. “Shaved? Oh kitten. Fuck, that’s hot.”
I’d lived with girls. Mia had sworn guys liked a bare beaver. The worshipful look on Kevin’s face proved she was right. As always.
“Just for you,” I whispered.
Kevin’s fingers tangled in my hair, creating a sudden spike of pain as he bent me back over his arm. His mouth commandeered mine, and as his tongue thrust into my mouth, his fingers found the sleek wetness of my weeping twat. “Fuck look at this pretty little pussy. All pink and eager. You’re so wet for me.”
I was dying. There was no way a mortal woman could survive this torment. I couldn’t reply, only utter desperate mewls against his mouth. My muscles jerked and quivered, coiled into painful knots that only an orgasm could unravel. His teeth caught my bottom lip, tugging it.
Then his hand was there. Right where I needed him. The gentle pressure of his forefinger circled my pulsing hole. I was so wet the syrupy sound of my pussy trying to suckle his fingers filled the room over our labored breathing. Tiny pulses from my inner muscles latched on, and tried dragging him deep.
“Please,” I whimpered against his mouth.
I didn’t have to beg twice. Kevin circled my slit, dipping just inside, just a tease to make all the nerves right at the entrance spasm. Then he pumped his middle finger into my snug canal, stretching me with that wonderful burn of calloused flesh.
“Oh, my god, Oh my god. Oh fuck,” I chanted. My fingers clawed at his shoulders as I strained to get closer.
“So fucking tight.” Kevin punctuated his groan with a quick in and out. I was so full, my tight pussy stretched on his finger. “I can feel your cunt pulsing around my finger. Mm fuck I want your pussy milking my cock like this.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Arching my neck, I closed my eyes, living in the moment. Surviving in the sensations coursing hot and heady through my body.
Kevin pulled me closer. My thighs spread around his hips, and his finger sank deeper, and then another joined in. Both fingers were pushed in hard, but prevented from going all the way by my hymen. He growled against my throat when his fingers met that fleshy barrier, his teeth promising bruises as he nipped my neck.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered a second before his thumb met my clit.
I think I screamed. I was so ready. That one touch sent me hurtling into the stratosphere. My pussy clenched hard and Kevin groaned. The sudden sharp bite of his teeth clenching on my throat sent me skyrocketing. I came so hard, my body frozen in a spasm of pleasure. I would have fallen if Kevin wasn’t there, clutching me to his chest.
Eons could have passed with me draped across him. Kevin kept me close, stroking my back, nuzzling my ear.
When he pulled away I wondered what his plan was. Then he lifted his fingers to his mouth, the evidence of my need and orgasm coating his hand like clotted cream. Watching him savor my taste, licking up every drop of my release, shook me to the core. I swear, I felt my heart just tumble over and become Kevin’s number one fan.
I had been right. He was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Possessing skills no man should have, he owned my body and claimed my soul. I saw my ruin each time he flashed me his sexy smirk.
I should run. I should put an end to this harebrained idea of mine. Instead, I melted into his arms.
His hand tangled in my hair and reeled me in. "I like when you purr for me, kitten," he growled.
His mouth feasted on mine. Tasting myself on his lips, my cream tart on his tongue, had me panting all over again.
No matter what I thought, or how wrong this was, I needed more.
Ten
Kevin
The memory of Jo coming on my fingers haunted me for two days. Two long, motherfucking days where I hadn’t been able to get my hands on her again. Though we’d been texting daily, it was nothing compared to seeing her in the flesh.
Since Jo attended classes for most of the week, she worked weekends. My schedule was the opposite. I worked weekdays and had the weekends off. Though that would change if I went ahead and pulled the trigger on rejoining the collegiate crowd.
I was on the fence about it, mostly because of my age and the idea of going back into debt. I’d finally dug myself out of that hole, and the idea of jumping in again was daunting. Being an RDN – a registered dietitian nutritionist – appealed to me. I wanted more out of life than working in a gym. Studying the science of nutrition would allow me to merge what I’d already learned with my future goals.
Rubbing Nacho’s head, I closed my eyes and waited for a moment of clarity to strike. Instead, Jo’s face mid-orgasm flashed across my mind’s eye.
Damn. I wasn’t going to have any peace. Not until I got her beneath me.
I hadn’t been this into a girl in fucking forever.
I’d been thinking about the next lesson. Truthfully, I was dying to eat her juicy li’l muff and see how good sh
e was on her knees. She had perfect, succulent dick sucking lips and it was about time she learned how to use them.
The terrible two shifted, snuggling and grooming each other on the couch as I debated what to do. Going another day without seeing Jo wasn’t an option.
Maybe I should surprise her. Slinging burgers and cheese curds at the Old Fashioned, a retro-style Tavern that was known for its beer and brats, wasn’t glamorous. I knew enough about women that popping in on one when they weren’t expecting it was usually a bad idea. Jo was different, though.
Would it bother her if I slipped in? I hoped not, because she was going to get a surprise anyway. Yeah, I could be a dick sometimes.
Grinning to myself, and trying not to think about how much my li’l Tinkerbelle had wormed into my life, I grabbed my jacket and headed out. The wintry blast of January threatened to freeze my balls off. But the thought of Jo kept me warm as I drove the five miles from my apartment and into downtown Madison.
It was a bitter, overcast Wisconsin day, a reminder that winter still had the Midwest’s nuts in its frosty grip. Though early winter had been amazingly warm, and the occasional almost-spring days which peppered the late winter was nice, this weather sucked ass.
Most of the popular destinations in Madison were tucked around the Wisconsin State Capitol building. You couldn’t walk a block without running into a tourist trap: museums, art galleries, comedy clubs, restaurants. Fuck, everything you needed from food, to medical, to entertainment was within walking distance.
Luckily, I found a parking spot a few spots away from the Old Fashioned. Being a Saturday, downtown was active but not too busy. Hopefully the weather and the threat of snow would keep people indoors. The tavern had a nice crowd warming themselves on good food and booze, though the joint wasn’t as busy as it could have been.
Walking in, there was a middle-age couple ahead of me waiting to be seated. It wasn’t long before the girl manning the front sat them and then returned for me. She was trying to be professional, but the poor girl was eye-fucking me as she grabbed a menu.
“Just one today?”
“Yeah, if you can, I want to sit in Jo’s section.” I flashed her my patented panty-melting smile. Jo laughed every time I mentioned it. She had no idea how well it worked. I could get almost anything I wanted with it.
The hostess stuttered and blushed. And then calmed herself by looking over the seating map.
“I really shouldn’t,” she said biting her lip. She darted a look up at me through her lashes and I smiled at her again. Poor thing was going to swoon if I kept it up. “Yeah. Okay, she has a spot. Follow me, please.”
I couldn’t help but notice the extra hip swing she threw into her walk. It was obvious, and I appreciated it. I might be hung up on Jo right now, but I wasn’t dead.
The Old Fashioned was exactly what I expected it to be. A dark, dank building barely refurbished for the hipster crowd. The front of the building had been remodeled recently, sporting a huge wall-to-wall window that let in a plethora of natural light. The bar area itself was setup like a speakeasy, a long stretch of tobacco-colored wood, and huge nooks and crannies filled with booze and a flat screen.
The restaurant had been squeezed in, just a bunch of tables and chairs taking up what had been the dance floor back during prohibition. The vibe was complete with a bunch of old, kitschy photos, mirrors, and shit on the walls. The floor space was cramped, leaving narrow rows for the servers to wiggle through. I didn’t know how Jo did it. I was getting claustrophobia just by walking through the tavern. Luckily, I was led into a more open space in the back near the swinging doors which led to the kitchen.
“Here you are.” She gestured me into a small two-seater booth. “Jo will be with you soon.”
“Thanks,” I said. And I meant it. Without her willingness to bend the rules, I wouldn’t have been able to surprise my girl.
Not my girl. Fuck. Get it together, Kev.
The hostess beamed at me, and walked away with a bounce to her step. I enjoyed making a woman feel good, even if I had no intention of following through with the mild flirtation.
Thumbing through the menu, the subtle quake to my fingers proclaimed my nervousness. I never got nervous. Yet here I was, mildly freaking out that I was making the right choice. Maybe Thursday had been too much for her. Would she want to follow through with more lessons?
I was psyching myself up. I just really fucking wanted to see my Tinkerbelle. While blatantly ignoring the simple fact that she wasn’t mine. She was fucking Regi’s. I was just the stunt dick she wanted to practice on.
I scowled into the menu, putting the brakes on my possessive thoughts.
I was rewarded a few minutes later when Jo walked up. Her surprise lit her eyes up like sunlight streaming through a whiskey bottle. The delighted laugh she gave pierced me, and my confidence returned in spades. “Kevin! What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood,” I said with a cheeky grin.
“I’m sure. And you just so happened to come to this restaurant, out of the hundred or so that are in the area?” Her dark brows took flight, allowing a touch of light to wink on the sparkly green eyeshadow she wore. I don’t think I’d ever seen a girl, outside of a party, where glitter. I fucking loved her whimsy.
“Yep. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
“Devil,” she murmured.
“Daddy or Sir,” I reminded her with a slow grin.
“Don’t you start.” I knew I’d gotten to her as color flooded her cheeks. Her whole neck turned pink above the modest neckline of her olive-green T-shirt. The restaurant’s logo was stenciled over her tits, and I admired the creative positioning. I could almost see the outline of her bra through the cotton.
“I can’t help it. I see you and I think of how you looked coming for me.” I wanted that memory to be on her mind for the rest of the day. It had been haunting me for days. “Your pussy was so damn tight. I am dying to see if my tongue will fit.”
I kept my voice pitched low. I might be here to fluster her, get her pussy so wet that she’d be needing to ditch her panties before the end of her shift, but I wasn’t going to get her fired.
“Jesus. Kevin,” she panted. Her eyes grew into enormous full moons in her face.
Picking up the yellowed menu, I gave her what I hoped was an innocent smile. “So, what’s good here.”
Jo narrowed her eyes at me. “That depends, do you want something thick and meaty?”
She was being impertinent, her mouth twisted into a half-smirk that dared me to say something. The oral sparring aroused me, and if the state of her nipples was any indication, it was turning her on too.
I let my eyes roam all over her, taking in the khakis and flair she had pinned to her apron. Then I pinched her ass, palming the heft of her lush cheeks and giving it a deep squeeze. I wanted to spank her, but there was no way to muffle the slap. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
The flush highlighting her cheeks, and her shocked gasp was worth it. “Kevin!”
I grinned. She’d upped the ante, and I’d won. “You asked.”
Jo wrinkled her nose at me like a fucking bunny. One I wanted hopping up and down on my dick. “You need to stop, I’m working!”
I glanced around the dining room. There were more than a few families with kids eating, but the general ambiance of the tavern was loud. “It’s not like they can hear me.”
“You’re bad.”
“And you love it.” I glanced quickly at the menu. “I’ll have a number 32 and a water.”
“Good choice,” she said with a smirk.
I had no idea what the fuck I ordered, I just wanted to spend time with her. “When do you get off?”
“In a couple hours.”
Perfect. I touched her bottom lip, swiping my thumb across it, exactly like I had when I told her I wanted to teach her to suck my cock. “Good. I think it’s time we continue your lessons.”
Jo’s eyes grew heavy-lidded with ple
asure. She knew what the next lessons entailed, and by the expression on her face, she couldn’t wait. “I should study. I have a test at the end of the week.”
Her excuse was weak. We both knew it. I slipped my thumb past her lips, just the tip growing wet from her mouth. “You should, but you won’t. What time will you be over?”
“I’ll take the four thirty bus,” she whispered against my finger right before she sucked it. That naughty slurp zipped to my cock. I was full mast in a second flat.
Fuck. I’d done it to myself, and would have to suffer with a hard-on until Jo came over.
“Bring an overnight bag,” I said. Jo gasped, and I let her go before we got caught.
I didn’t need to explain. She knew what would happen.
Tonight, she would get everything she’d hoped for and more.
Eleven
Jo
The end of my work shift arrived with a frozen fanfare. It was barely past four, but the sun had already given up her roost in the face of the cold. Not that I blamed her. It was bitter outside. The sort of cold that made me pine for marshmallow-topped mugs of piping hot chocolate, fuzzy slippers, and fleece blankets.
The Old Fashioned had been busy for lunch, but with the unholy trinity of snow, black ice, and early nightfall, the dinner rush was a limp trickle. One I wouldn’t have to deal with.
“This weather is the worst.” Becca, the hostess coming on shift, sighed as she leaned against the small podium-style desk in front of her.
The owners wanted the front of the restaurant to be more open, so everything she needed to seat costumers was housed on an itty-bitty wooden ledge with a thin wooden lip. I’d filled in for a hostess once, and would never do it again. I didn’t know how they remembered the seating order.
“It’ll be a slow night. I’m sorry, that sucks for you.” It really, truly did. Now that the holidays were over, everyone was tired of the weather. We’d had a white Christmas, now it was just freezing. Though we had months of dreariness left before the spring thaw.