He must be able to tell and he slows his pace, still kissing me. I tug at his shirt and pull it out of his pants. His stomach is thick and muscular, but I have no problem fitting my hand in the space between it and his pants. The bulge of his cock is huge.
"Now we can go to my bedroom," he growls, his voice low and gravely.
He pulls his fingers from me and kisses me again before pushing himself off the couch. I take his outreached hand, knowing he’s leading me not just into his bedroom, but into a no-win situation. If the sex is bad, it’ll change the way I look at him, but if the sex is half as good as I expect, I know I’ll want more of it.
He opens one of the double doors and I follow him through it, into something so enticing, so tempting, I have to admit I never had a chance. Every moment since our eyes locked in the sex shop feels like one long, drawn out foreplay session.
Jack reaches out in the darkness and suddenly a soft ambient glow fills the room from the overhead light.
His bed is massive. I’ve never seen anything the size of it. Made of light gray wood, the posts alone must be four feet in diameter. It almost has a homemade look to it, but the headboard is expertly carved, the wood reaching almost to the high ceiling, each bar in the middle perfectly symmetrical to the others. It’s tall and wide, offering more than enough room for us.
Jack backs against the bed and sits down, pulling me to him and wrapping his arms around my waist. He presses his face to my chest and his hands slowly venture down the length of my body. He pulls the dress slowly up my waist and then over my shoulders, the material scratching at my hypersensitive skin. In one quick movement, my bra is on the floor and my breasts are in his face. He takes my nipple in his mouth, biting it gently. It’s such an exquisite pain. I gasp and squeeze his shoulders.
Jack kisses each breast, his tongue an explorer and my body uncharted territory, at least to him. He pulls me forward on top of him, his hardness pressing into my thighs. Jack kisses me with such a passion, such an urgency I wonder if it's been a long time since he got laid.
I kiss his neck, his ear, the top of his chest. I pull my legs up, putting them on either side and straddle him. I undo all the buttons on his shirt, one by one, never breaking his gaze. It’s the first time I’ve been with anyone with a light on. Nick always insisted the light be off and I didn’t realize what that had done to my self-esteem until now. I instinctively want to cover myself a little, but Jack pulls my arms to the side so my breasts move freely. "Stop trying to hide yourself. Be here with me, not in your head."
I part his shirt and he pulls first one arm free and then the other. He’s wearing a gray undershirt, but his muscles stretch it tight enough so that I could trace them if I wanted to. He pulls it over his head and I quickly see his naked chest is more defined than in my fantasy.
The sexiest tribal tattoo I’ve ever seen is drawn over his left shoulder and down his chest, partially covered by a thick patch of dark hair. I see another one on his right bicep, a pair of roses underneath a small tree. I trace my finger over it, before noticing two clusters of scars on his shoulder. They run down the length of his bicep and disappear into the flesh of his back. I let my fingers slide over them, but he pulls my hand away. I can see by his face that he doesn’t want to go there right now.
“Let me look at you,” he says hoarsely. He pulls back from me a little, his face a mixture of nervousness and wanting.
“You have a great body,” he says, letting his hands run up and down my sides. I’ve never felt like that about myself, but at his words I feel sexy. “I'm going to please every part of you.”
A new sense of desirability courses through me, giving me the confidence I need. “Do it,” I say.
That’s all he needs to hear and he’s back on me, letting his tongue dance with mine. He’s such a good kisser, his full lips well equipped and hungry for me. He slides me off him effortlessly and pushes me back on the bed. The sheets are cool and silky against my burning skin.
I shiver as his hand ventures down the ball of nerves that is my lower stomach and into my panties again.
I start to tremble in anticipation to have his fingers inside me again. I hold my breath as he sucks my nipples and slides his middle finger inside me. It feels as wonderfully strange as it did the first time Ritchie Barker did it at the eleventh grade dance.
“I want you so much, Carly,” he whispers, looking into my eyes to show me how much he means it. Six little words that offer the world.
“I want you, too,” I moan, the words come out broken and begging. I knew sex could be this sensational, but it had never happened to me. Not like this. It always happened as though I was meant to be fucked quickly, harshly and then left by myself.
He pulls his fingers from me and licks them, his long wet tongue tasting me. It’s the most erotic and tantalizing thing I've ever watched. As he moves between my legs, I pull his belt free from the buckle and unbutton his pants. A slight tremor runs through his arms as I slide his jeans over his ass.
The band of his dark colored jockey shorts is pulled away from his waist from the size of him. His dick is so big, almost too big. I hesitate, a little intimidated by the thought of having a dick that big actually inside me. I slide my fingers down the length of him and he shudders. It has to have been a long time for him. As sexy and magnetic as he is, he must have different women all the time. I realize I don’t want to think that shit, so I push it from my mind and concentrate on what’s in my hand.
Jack uses his feet to kick his pants down his legs. He kisses my neck and bites my nipples, giving each one due attention. The panic I felt when I unbuttoned his pants is conquered by how much I want this. How much I need to feel wanted like he wants me.
I push his shorts down, freeing his dick. He gasps in my ear and his breath is hot and wet.
He sits back and inches the thigh highs down each of my legs, pausing to tease me with a kiss on both knees. He moves on to my panties, pulling them down with such sensual slowness, I almost rip them off for him. It’s the first time I’ve been totally naked in front of a man.
“I could look at you all day,” he mutters. I still want to cover myself with my hands, thinking of my imperfect stomach and wide hips. “Stop hiding yourself,” he groans. “Put your hands over your head,” he orders, to keep me from it.
I move them up, conscious of the movement of my breasts. He takes the panties I didn’t realize he was still holding and twists them around my wrists, binding my arms together to a post in the headboard. I’m completely at his mercy and practically foaming at the pussy. He looks at me to make sure I’m okay with being controlled this way; my smile gives him the answer he wants.
He is a vision standing on the bed before me, his cock sticking out as if pointing at me. The thought that I did that to him is both empowering and a little surreal.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” he murmurs, admiring me like I’m admiring him. I grip the post I’m tied to as he explores my mouth with his tongue. His dick rubs against my leg, his fluid leaving wetness on my thigh.
“Jack, do you have a condom?” I can barely breathe, let alone speak.
Jack leans back again, his expression almost bewildered. “Um, yeah, I should have some here.”
He leans across the massive bed and fumbles in the nightstand. It takes him a few minutes of digging to come back to me with one. If he slept around a lot, wouldn’t he have thought of it? And wouldn’t he have lots of condoms?
Jack tears the little foil packet and pulls the thin yellow condom free. It looks bigger than the condoms I’ve seen before. I realize it’s a larger size.
“You have a really big dick,” I say as he slides the condom over himself.
“Do I?” he asks with a chuckle. “Think you can handle it?” Those too brown eyes stare at me and eat me alive.
"I'm sure willing to try," I say, hitting him with my best come hither look. His mouth moves from my nipple to my lips in a flutter of kisses, each one more intoxicatin
g than the last. I raise my legs as he uses the hand not supporting himself to guide his cock into me.
He leans forward slowly and I hold my breath. It hurts a little and I grimace, the pain a delightful reminder that I’m here, with him. Then it hurts a lot. I grip the bar in the headboard and bite my lip.
“You okay?” he asks, his breathing slow and focused.
I nod my head, but damn if it doesn’t hurt. He presses a little more and the pain is deliciously deep. He moans as he finally gets all the way inside me. I feel so full, so painfully aware of him.
I wince as he starts to slowly drive into me, the sensation of being stretched fading as we meld together. The size of his dick, the honest way he moves, it’s all so good. I want to put my arms around him, to hold him to me as he fills me up, but being tied this way has its own appeal. It’s an exercise of trust and I know it. He flicks his tongue on my nipples, tasting me in a way I’ve never experienced. The combined sensations of his dick and his tongue send me reeling. I push in time with him, our hunger for each other marked in moans and in our breaths. The pain is gone and in its place is a feeling of perfection. Undeniably perfect sex. Sweat drips from his forehead, landing on my chest as he starts to move faster. That old familiar feeling rises up in the deepest part of me, the opening of me, but it’s stronger and more electric than I could’ve ever imagined.
“Damn, you are so tight,” he whispers in my ear, his voice quivering.
I’ve never been talked to the way Jack talks to me, so raw and honest, just like the way he fucks. “That’s because you're so big,” I mutter in response. My voice has taken on a high pitch, the pleasure pulling all my energy to the center of me, leaving very little for speaking.
My body keeps count of his thrusts and moves to them. His mouth never stops traveling over me, kissing, licking and sucking. I pull so hard on my restraints; I almost expect them to break the bed. I moan loudly, not caring and really unable to not moan. It feels so completely and totally, mind-warping, pussy-breaking good.
“I’m coming, Jack,” I almost squeal. He thrusts hard into me once, and the biggest orgasm of my life begins to flood through me, sending each nerve ending into overdrive.
"Not yet," he growls and pulls out of me. I pant as the coming wave of climax subsides.
"That. Was. Not. Fair, Jack," I say between gritted teeth.
"If this is only going to be one night, it's not going to be over for you so soon," he says. His hair tickles my chest as he runs his tongue down my neck and around my nipple. My stomach muscles seize up; the pent up orgasm threatening to overwhelm me again.
"Get inside me," I beg.
"What’re you supposed to say?" he asks with my nipple between his teeth. Those crazy eyes of his beg me to come undone.
"Now," I growl. He pushes in halfway, then pulls out slowly. In and out, slower and slower. Each inch of his cock fills me up; the ridges sliding along my canal, stretching me out and pushing a little deeper each time.
“God, Jack, just fuck me!” I squeal. My breathing is shallow and quick.
“I am,” he says, continuing the same slow, steady pushing that’s killing me.
“I mean fuck me hard. Make it hurt.” Never have I craved something, wanted someone so badly it causes me to feel the need physically.
He pulls his hips back further from me and I realize he’s enjoying this torment. “Are you sure you want to finish? I thought you said you like to take a while.”
“I don’t give a damn what I said, just fuck me!” I’m crazy, completely obsessed with how he makes me feel.
“Say please,” he taunts, rubbing his dick up and down the lips of my pussy. He flicks the head on my clit and my body shudders.
"Plea-," I start, but he rams his cock into me, cutting of the supply of breath I was using for the word. He stands on his knees, his big hands pulling my legs around his hips and drives into me. I lock my ankles around his ass as he pounds me. My breasts bounce and shake and I claw at the headboard.
"Oh Jack, don't stop! Harder!" I've completely lost control of what I let slip out of my mouth. He drives into me like a semi-truck and a flat out scream escapes my throat. My body shatters at the waist as my tits bounce hard on my chest. I lift my ass, each thrust of his hips killing my pussy. In that wild instant, I wish we were a couple so I could shout how much I love him and how he fucks. The thought is random and gone within an instant.
Jack grabs my ass and lifts me higher. He tenses inside me, the tendons and muscles in his neck pulled tight.
I pull against my bondage, feeling both our climaxes. Every orgasm I'd ever had in my life all put together is nowhere near as intense as this. My body seems to stop functioning from the sheer magnitude of it.
He falls onto me, his weight a reminder that I can feel something other than my undulating parts. I let my legs fall, vaguely aware that they don’t want to move. I don’t want to move. I'd almost swear he broke my pelvis.
Jack lies on my chest, his arms underneath my shoulders. He stays inside me, again something I haven’t experienced. I realize what a waste of my time Nick has been.
I wait to see which of us speaks first.
“You were…” Jack starts. I wait, hoping for a compliment. “That was fucking amazing.”
I giggle against him. It was fucking amazing.
“I second that, Sexy Jack,” I say.
For the thousandth time and the first time, he kisses me, his tongue licking teasingly at my lips.
He reaches up and delicately pulls my hands free of my underwear. “This didn’t hurt you did it?”
“Only in a good way,” I half-whisper. My voice is hoarse and cracks as I answer him. Who would’ve thought I’d like being tied up? Apparently, Jack did.
He pulls my arms around him and kisses me softly. His dick is slowly losing the hardness that fills me up. He finally pulls out, dragging a gasp from me and a tingle from my center.
Jack’s naked body spreads out on the bed, each muscle clearly and deliciously defined as he lounges. The white lace of my panties hides in his hand like a sweet secret.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I declare, reaching for my dress, but I grab his T-shirt instead and pull it on. I wanna be wrapped up in his scent.
“Through that door,” he says, pointing to my right. I playfully attempt to grab my panties from his hand and he almost manages to hold onto them. I finally free them from his grip and slide them on as he reaches on the nightstand and pulls a wad of tissue from a box next to the lamp. I watch as he wraps it around the condom and pulls it off. It’s a surprisingly open thing to do, and I feel a little embarrassed to see him do it. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the light, squinting in its brightness.
Dark stone lines the walls and I’m startled by the almost black wood of the floor. It’s a striking contrast to the warm wood that runs throughout the other rooms. Two sink bowls rest on a slab of marble with odd, streamlined faucets sticking almost straight out. It’s such a modern bathroom and a stark contradiction to the rest of the house.
I look at myself in the large frameless mirror. My eye makeup is a little smudged, but what gets me most is the blush in my cheeks. The blush of complete and total satisfaction. My hair is frizzy in the back and I use my fingers to smooth it down. I venture around the corner, finally finding the toilet. My vagina is raw and the pee burns a little as I let my bladder go.
I wince at how sore I am and flush the toilet. I wash my hands, staring at my face. I just slept with a virtual stranger and it was amazing. The sensation of sex with Jack still washes over me and my inner thighs protest slightly as I walk back in the bedroom. The bedside lamp makes the room a little brighter, and I let myself look at him for a second. He’s only wearing his shorts and each curve of muscle is defined by a crescent of shadow. I suddenly feel dumpy and awkward.
“Hi,” he says simply. His hair is hanging shaggy around his ears, making him look boyish and sweet.
“Hi.”
He p
ats the bed next to him. I slide across the end of the bed and up into what I wildly think of as my spot. He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest. I twist my fingers in the small patch of black hair that trails down from just underneath his collar bone and disappears into his shorts. I lay my hand on his tattoo. My eyes travel down his long body and I see more scars down one of his thighs, jagged lines marring his perfect skin.
"Motorcycle accident," he says quietly.
“Those are some serious scars,” I say.
“It was a serious accident,” He eyes go distant as he talks.
I don’t really know what to say, how to even carry this conversation. The silence draws out and I don’t know how to fill it.
“Are you okay?” he asks, stroking my arm slowly. I get the impression Jack appreciates me not pushing him for more about the accident.
“I’m a little sore," I confess. "But, I had fun.”
“I had a little more than fun,” he laughs, the muscles of his stomach clenching. I look up at him and he kisses the top of my head. It’s such an intimate thing, maybe more intimate than what we just did. “Would you like to stay here?” he asks. I’m reminded that I haven’t been here with him forever. It’s a shocking thing given that I feel right at home in his log cabin in the woods.
“You’re okay with that?”
“I’d like to cuddle up to that sweet ass all night,” he says playfully. He runs his fingers down my back and gives my ample ass a hard squeeze.
I laugh a little and snuggle closer to him. How can I feel so comfortable with him?
“I suppose it’s lights out then,” he says, reaching over and turning off the lamp. We’re basked in total darkness. I may have lost my virginity a long time ago, but I've never actually slept with someone.
He slides the cover up over my shoulder as he moves down into the bed. “Turn over,” he whispers. I turn away from him and he gets as close to me as he can and curls his arm around my waist. We fall asleep that way, warm and entangled, like familiar strangers.
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