by Jemma Harte
"Hurry up, we've wasted enough time already."
"Hey, wait a minute, Princess." He rolled over so she was beneath him on the bed, her dark hair spilled across the cover. "I'm in control here. You're the virgin, remember?" He still wasn't sure she told him the truth about that. A girl of twenty-two — and who looked like this one? Nah, it didn't seem possible. "We haven't even kissed yet."
"Is that necessary?"
"Oh, yes." He quickly amended the oversight. Her lips tasted of mint. They were soft, timidly yielding. "You smell so damn good," he muttered.
She ran her hands over his shirt. "You smell like pancakes."
He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth, while she hooked her fingers under his shirt and pulled it up. His cock was hard, aching with anticipation. It had been a long time— since Donna. Hastily he thrust that thought aside, not wanting anything to intrude on this stolen, surprising pleasure. No thoughts of that bitch today.
He jerked as Lily's fingernails raked over his nipples and one of her slender legs rubbed against his thigh. Already his balls were tight and heavy. "Be careful, Princess, we don't want this over with too quickly. I gotta take this slow. I gotta savor you if you're really a virgin."
"Why? Don't be gentle. I'm not fragile. Fuck me, Lieutenant. The way you want to. However you want to."
He grunted, kissed her neck, nibbled her ear. Did she have any idea what those words did to a red-blooded man this horny? "Call me Joe, for chrissakes, will ya?"
"Okay... Joe," she gasped, pulling on his zipper to open his jeans. "Fuck me, Joe."
But she'd have to wait. Yeah, he'd make the bossy Princess wait. Maybe he was the first one who ever did it his way. So he kissed his way down her throat to her breasts. When his lips touched her nipple she groaned and arched her spine. He licked the little pink point, lapped around it and then sucked gently.
"No hair, huh?" He cupped her pussy with one hand. "Your last boyfriend liked it this way?"
"No. It's for dancing," she replied breathlessly as he stroked and teased her labia. "It's easier to ...be...streamlined...no lumps and bumps...aero...aerodynam—" He put his mouth between her thighs and kissed her there. "—ic!"
Pushing her toned thighs wider apart, he lapped at her wet cunt, lightly at first, then harder, firmer, greedier. He loved the taste of her. Almond shower gel?
She writhed, wrapping her legs around him, thrusting her sex at his mouth, totally uninhibited.
Virgin my ass, he mused.
Lifting his head, he watched her touching her breasts, squirming and flushed as she neared her peak. He blew on her sex and slipped a finger between her pretty, pouty folds, pushing his way inside that warm honey pot. She sure was tight. His cock started to ache with need to be inside her, and his sac felt heavy.
"You want to return the favor, Princess?"
She opened her eyes. They were so bright it hurt him to look — like looking into the sun. "Yes?"
Joe jumped off the bed to remove his jeans and boxers. His cock sprung gratefully free, arching upward in search of that fine piece of pussy his brain had whispered about.
"Oh, my god," she exclaimed, propped up on her elbows. "Is that your penis?"
He laughed, scratching his head. "Er, yeah. I hope it's mine."
"It's bigger than I envisioned," she said solemnly.
"Right! You're gonna tell me you've never even seen one."
"Of course I've seen one," she replied haughtily, shaking her hair back over her shoulders, breasts jutting upward enticingly, nipples puckered. "Just not up close. In reality, so to speak."
"Princess, you say the oddest things." He knelt on the bed so she could explore his erection, running her hands over the pulsing veins, cupping his balls, stroking the bulging head. He started to lose his breath, so he told her to lay back and then he straddled her, holding his cock for her mouth.
"Shall I suck or blow?"
"Suck."
"But they call it a blow job, don't they?"
He laughed gruffly. "Yeah, just suck. And try not to bite." Her mouth was warm and soft, closing on his aching, swollen length like a tight glove. His eyes rolled back, and he struggled to take a steady breath. Damn it! He'd come down her throat if he wasn't careful. Should have jerked one off quickly in the bathroom first. While she was still stuck in the closet looking for dollar bills.
He bent over her body and put his mouth on her pussy again, thrusting his tongue inside that juicy twat, trying not to eat her alive the way he wanted to, trying to slow it down.
* * * *
His cock was warm and filled her mouth, stretching down her throat. Sucking on it made her feel a fierce sort of contentment, but then when he began to lick between her thighs at the same time it was a little distracting. Lily spread her legs wider, knees up, feet flat on the bed.
Lust raced through her body, her pussy throbbing as he teased it with his lips and tongue.
Return the favor, he'd said. Yes. So she did, sucking steadily, sweeping her tongue over the wet knob and the veins of his thick shaft. Whatever he did to her she would do in return, learning as she went.
Suddenly he moved, pulling out of her mouth. She watched as he ripped open one of the little packets and started dressing his cock with a condom. Next time she would do it for him, so she paid careful attention.
"Hurry, I want you inside me," she gasped out.
"Princess is horny, huh?" He chuckled, sliding his hand down that beautiful big rod. "You'll get it all, don't worry." Kneeling, sitting back on his heels, he gestured for her to climb astride. "Joe's gonna fill you up, nice and tight."
She did as he wanted, kneeling poised over his jutting cock, and he reached between her legs to finger her slowly, rubbing with a teasing caress that drove her to another climax. The grinding heaviness in her pussy was too much and she squealed, grabbing his wide, flexing shoulders and digging her fingers into his flesh.
"You want Joe to fuck you, princess?" he grunted against her lips as he pushed his finger further inside her cleft. "This where you want Joe's cock? Up here?"
"Yes," she hissed, wanting to bite his lower lip but afraid she might hurt him, her need was so raw and savage.
He paused with his finger inside her. Apparently he couldn't get it any farther. "You really are a virgin?" he exclaimed huskily.
"I told you."
"Fuck, that's hot. Damn. Look at me, princess. Look what you're doing to my cock."
Glancing down she saw his erect penis twitching, the head bulging inside its little latex coat.
"I'm coming in," he grunted. "Sit on me." With both hands on her ass he pulled her closer, positioning her directly over his shaft. She felt the knob pushing between her labia where she was so slick already, throbbing with desire. "There ya go. Yeah. Just like that."
Lily groaned as he lowered her onto his cock, his fingers pressing into her ass cheeks. She shuddered as he pushed through. The pain was intense, sharp, blinding. When he forced her down the last distance, she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.
The fullness was too much for her at first. She couldn't catch her breath. He folded her in his arms, pressing her breasts to his chest.
"Breathe slow, baby," he whispered shakily. "I'm gonna start fucking you now. I need this...real bad."
She kissed his cheek. "I...I need it too."
"I ain't hurting ya now, am I?"
"A little. It's okay." Gradually she was getting used to the sensation and after the first shock of penetration, her excitement mounted again. Even more rapidly than before, deeper, hotter. She scraped her fingernails over his back and felt his penis jerking inside her. "I need you."
Hands cupping her ass, he began lifting and lowering her on his rod, slowly, carefully. The walls of her cunt tingled and she was so wet. So wet. Melting on his shaft. She let her head fall back and then he put his mouth on her nipple again. At one point he lifted her almost all the way off and as she began to protest, he forced her down agai
n while thrusting upward at the same time, impaling her hard and ruthless. She screamed with pleasure, her heartbeat fluttering through her like a ticker-tape parade.
"Joe!"
He laid her down and fucked her with a mad, powerful thrusting, the headboard of the bed ramming into the wall. Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every pounding beat, squeezing her muscles, holding him inside her, her pussy nursing on his cock with a wild hunger she'd never before known.
When she felt him slow down, she tried urging him on again, but he held himself over her, the muscles in his arms shaking with the effort of stalling. And with a teasing, tortuous pace, he drew his prick almost all the way out again.
"I broke your cherry, Princess," he grunted. "Now you're mine."
"Yes."
"I'm gonna come. Soon."
"Yes, please."
He drove forward again, spearing her in one forceful stroke. But withdrew again in that slow way, making her grind her teeth, as his shaft tickled her clit and the walls of her pussy contracted, trying to hold him in longer.
"You ready for Joe's cock, eh? You like his cock, don't you?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Give it to me!"
"You want it deeper, huh? How deep you want me?"
Not having words to explain, Lily raised her legs higher, sliding her knees over his shoulders, making the penetration even more thorough. She trusted him not to hurt her, and it felt too good for caution on her part.
Again he rammed forward and she cried out as the bed shuddered, banging into the wall once more, chipping the paint. Inside she exploded, an orgasm tearing through her. She reached up, grabbed his hair and wrenched his head down to her breasts, while her vagina tightened on the full length and girth of his dick.
He bucked and then worked his hips back and forth rapidly, his mouth hot and wet on her nipple, sucking fiercely. Skin slapped skin as their sweat melded together, their bodies entwined with desperate need, her legs wrapped around his neck.
"I'm coming," he gasped out, finally collapsing his full weight over her. "Holy Fuck..."
She tightened her arms and legs as another climax convulsed through her at the same time as he spent, his cock pushing deep, his breath blistering hot on her neck.
Chapter Five
He cleaned off her virgin blood with a towel dampened in the sink and then he ran them a bath. Although he wanted to use the time to talk and get to know her better, she was intent on more sex and started sucking his cock under the water. Even as a novice she was good at it, instinctually knowing what to do. His only complaint— if it was one— was that she was too eager. And she seemed to think he could keep going like the pink bunny with the drum in the battery ads.
"Hey, Lily Keene, you'll put me in the hospital."
"What's the matter?" She wiped bubbles off her face.
"I need half an hour at least before I can fuck again."
"Oh." She looked crestfallen. "That long?"
He laughed. "That long." She had to be aching and sore after the way he'd just fucked her, but maybe she had a high pain threshold, because she didn't complain. And she was incredibly flexible, he thought, remembering the way she spread her legs over her head, then hooked her knees over his shoulders. Other women he'd known would not put up with that position for more than thirty seconds or so before they started protesting.
Joe knew he should have held back, but he couldn't. It had been too long for him and she was too much temptation. To be honest, it was surely most men's fantasy— to meet a beautiful woman and have her insist on sex immediately, no strings, no complicated games. But what was her deal? Women didn't usually treat sex the same way men did. At least, not in his experience.
"So tell me why Lily Keene suddenly decided to lose her virginity at the age of twenty-two? And to me, of all people. A regular guy she just met." He grinned slowly. "Just because of his hands."
She moved back, the bubbles and water swirling around her. "I suppose it was time. The stars were aligned."
He frowned slightly. "I was convenient then? In the right place at the right time."
"Maybe."
"Hey, you could at least pretend you were swept off your feet. Love at first sight."
"I'm never swept off my feet, unless it’s choreographed."
Under the water he grabbed her slender ankle and lifted one of those feet out of the water. "These are some abused looking toes, lady. They couldn't look any worse if you wore cheese graters for shoes."
She flushed and tried to pull her foot away, but he held it tighter and began to massage it. Eventually she closed her eyes and sagged against the end of the bath, one arm flopping over the side. "Umm. That feels good."
He liked making her feel good, he thought, a contented warmth sweeping through him.
She opened one eye. "I'm sure you get plenty of injuries in your line of work, Lieutenant."
"Yeah. Lugging around seventy pounds of gear through a pitch black, smoke-filled building can take its toll."
The other eye opened too and fixed him in a steady, thoughtful perusal. "I meant psychologically too."
Uncomfortable discussing that side of his job, Joe massaged her feet harder and diverted the subject back to her. "You looked sad the day we met. What happened?"
Her eyes darkened suddenly, shadows shifting across, hiding something. "Just some bad news. I got over it."
"What kind of bad news?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter."
"Looked like it mattered."
Again she tried to tug her foot away and this time he let her. "I'll deal with it," she snapped.
He studied her pert face above the bubbles. Her expression was proud, haughty. Nefer-fucking-titi, he thought again, as he had done the first time they met.
She had told him she was all alone in the world. There isn't anyone, she'd said calmly. So she handled things for herself, it seemed. She was passionate in bed— a hellcat. Out of it she was calm, poised, controlled. Shut in that dark closet she hadn't shouted or cried; she'd simply waited.
There was a survivor's toughness under that pale delicate skin, an unsuspected strength inside those slender limbs.
But there was sadness too, lurking in her eyes and that reluctant smile.
Joe could never walk by an injured animal or a crying child. He always wanted to help. Had to. People thought he'd become a firefighter to be like his big brother and his father, but the truth was he needed to be useful, to help, to be there for those in need. Joining the fire department was the best way he could think of to do that. He liked the urgency, the sense of being there at the crucial moment in somebody's life, to hold out his hand.
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" he blurted just as the thought came to him. Since she had no family, she'd be all alone. His entire family gathered at his mother's house for turkey and pie. He'd like to bring her there. It was unusual for him to feel that way so soon in a relationship— girlfriends were better kept away from family as long as possible to avoid the third degree interrogation, embarrassing photo albums and childhood stories. But this one was different.
"I'll be dancing," she said flatly.
"Even on Thanksgiving?"
"The theater is open."
"What about before the performance? Don't you eat turkey?"
She laughed scornfully. "Before I have to dance?"
"What about after?"
"It's late. I go home to bed."
At least he knew she went to bed alone. As that stabbing thought ripped through him it took Joe by surprise. He'd never been the possessive sort. If a girl wanted to be with him, great. If she didn't, then she wasn't. Simple. He didn't worry about it.
But Lily Keene was different. Her eyes held secrets locked away. Joe Rossini didn't like secrets.
He moved through the water, slipping closer to her. "Seems a shame you don't get any pumpkin pie."
"Is it?" She smiled and licked her lips. "I'd rather have chocolate. Or pecan." Her eyes grew larger and brightene
d as she thought of those sweet, tasty treats. "But I can't remember the last time I had any."
He had to laugh. "You look like a naughty little girl suddenly."
"Because that's what I am." She blinked coyly. "Today."
Joe kissed her softly on the lips. "I guess so. Lucky me."
* * * *
"You know what naughty girls get?" he whispered.
"Naughty boys?"
He nibbled her neck. "They get spanked."
Lily wanted to experiment. She wanted to try everything that day in their small hotel room. It felt as if she'd known Joe Rossini forever, probably because of the intimacy they shared. She'd never been this close to any man or woman, trusted them so deeply. She learned from him in the same way as she would learn the steps of a ballet from observing and marking, then copying.
His hands held her, stroked her, and yes, even spanked her once or twice on the ass. She loved all of it, every minute.
"You may not be sure whether you like me yet, Lily Keene, but I like you. I'm very glad you came to breakfast with me."
"Well, you did wait in the cold for four hours. What else could I do?"
Around three in the afternoon he fell asleep. She dressed quickly and silently, slipping out while he still snored loudly into the pillow.
A cab took her to the NYBT studios and she was just on time for rehearsal, but her head was still back in that room with him, the curtains drawn, his heavy limbs sprawled over hers.
Her body sang with contentment. She was warm even before she stretched.
"You look happy," Tiffany exclaimed in a suspicious tone.
"Do I? I had a good breakfast. Probably ate too much, actually."
The other dancer's lips fell into a jealous pout and she said nothing else, concentrating instead on the steps and lifts that were giving her such a hard time.