by Bella Grant
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I lauded, pulling her body forward so I could taste the nectar of her nipples. She quivered in my arms when my lips enclosed over her nipple. I explored the budded peak with my tongue, licking and laving until she was writhing in my lap, the sweet curve of her ass pushing down with more insistency in my lap.
I kissed back up to her neck and ear, flicking my tongue over the shell. As much as I wanted nothing but to sink my painfully erect cock into her sheath, this was her father’s house and the last thing I wanted was for us to get caught in this compromising position.
“Deb, we should stop,” I warned her.
“Why?” she moaned, undulating her bottom against my lap that caused me to hiss. “Your mouth on my breasts feels so good, Lucas. I don’t want you to stop.”
My cock jerked at her words. “Your father,” I reminded her.
“We’re early,” she responded and started nibbling on my neck. “He won’t be home for a while. Please, Lucas. I’ve-I’ve never felt like this before. Never wanted anyone the way I wanted you.”
She bit my earlobe and I groaned loudly. I couldn’t resist her. She was saying all the right words and her ass was making all the right moves against my crotch.
Debra
What had he done to me? Why was I saying these things? But even as I spoke them I knew them to be true. I wanted Lucas in the worst possible way. I was on fire and he was the well I ran to in order to quench it. I was so hot in his arms. I’d meant the kiss to be a brief acknowledgement that I appreciated him not knocking where I lived and wanting to spend the time with me. But our lips had touched and I’d felt like I was incinerated. The weird thing about this incineration, though, was that instead of automatically retreating to safety, I wanted to burn more, caught like a moth treading dangerously close to a flame.
Given my declaration that I didn’t want to stop, Lucas stood with me in his arms and laid me on the bed. Instead of feeling awkward and shy with him, I was anxious to have him lie on top of me. He desired me, and knowing that drove away any fear I’d harbored before. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and that was what mattered.
And what if you’re giving him what he was after all this time? Then what did it matter? I told myself. I was twenty-one and a virgin. Worse ways existed to lose one’s virginity than to a man I desired.
He pulled off my boots and socks. I’d not turned on the heater when we entered the house but the coolness was chased away by the warmth of the heat crackling between us. I lifted my hips for him to peel my jeans off and that he did, sweeping my underwear along with it.
Then I blushed. I couldn’t help myself. It was the way he stood there, my jeans still in his hand, staring down at me. I had the overwhelming urge to jam my legs shut but I allowed them to remain in their position, slightly parted. His eyes focused between my legs and I shut my eyes. Why was he looking so intently? Wasn’t he pleased with what he saw? Was my body different from the other girls he’d had sex with? Oh God, it was the pubic hair. It had to be my pubic hair. Why, oh why, had I not taken the time to shave it all off? He was probably turned off by the bush. But I’d hacked it all off earlier this week. Not much was there. I always liked to keep a little hair down there since no one was supposed to see it anyway.
Except he saw. My heart sank.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered and my eyes flew open. Had he just said… He smiled at me, approval in his eyes. “You’re beautiful both inside and out, Deb, and that’s a rarity.”
He reached for his jeans, unbuckled and unsnapped them, then pushed both the jeans and his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them. It was my turn to stare, wide-mouthed, at his powerful weapon. I was no expert on cocks, but I could bet this wasn’t the average length and girth of a man’s cock. He was huge, and I fretted about him taking my virginity. How would he fit? Maybe I should come clean and inform him but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. What if he stopped? I was so wet and excited, if he stopped…well, I didn’t know what I would do.
Lucas joined me on the bed and pulled me on my side to face him. He lay on his side as well. He nibbled on my bottom lip a little and impatiently, I gave him my tongue. He sucked on the offering, kissing me over and over while his hands roamed my body eagerly. My breasts were the frame of a harp, my nipples the strings, and his fingers the master musician as he plucked chords deep inside me. My stomach trembled when his hand brushed over the surface of my skin. He pushed his body lower so he could play with one breast then the next with his mouth. He sucked, almost succeeding in distracting me, where his hand trailed through the soft curls of my mons and to my clit.
“Oh, God!” I gasped and my body jerked from the shudder than ran through me. Only my hands had ever stroked my wet flesh before. What a difference it was when it was his pulling back the hood of my clit and rubbing the little nub, erect with desire.
He sucked harder on my nipple while rubbing my clit. He ran his fingers through the swollen folds of my slit and groaned around my breasts.
“You’re so wet,” he stated in awe. Two fingers dipped into my wetness and pushed at the entrance of my pussy. Before I could stiffen, he brought his hands up to his lips and sucked. An electric shock rushed through my spine. I’d never seen anything so erotic in all my life.
“Lucas!” I gasped feverishly.
He shuffled down my body and lifted one leg, raising it to drape over his shoulders. My heart almost stopped beating then picked up pace when his tongue flittered through the folds of my wet mound.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned. I would never have been able to imagine anything like this. It was way beyond good, the way he tongued the tight opening before slurping his way back up to my clit. I always knew if I wanted a quick climax to rub my clit, but it was even better the way he sucked on the pink bud. I grabbed hold of his long hair as a feeling of fullness caused me to cry out from the Big O that ripped through me. My hands tugged at his hair to pull his mouth away but he continued sucking on my clit, drawing out the climax, pushing me into an abyss.
I tried to claw my way out when he helped me resurface by returning to face me, the aroma of my juice on his lips, intoxicating me. He kissed me long and sweet, feeding me my own nectar from his tongue while he turned us gently so I lay on my back and he on top of me.
His hands went beneath my body and grasped my bottom, tilting my hips up to his pelvis. I widened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, longing to feel his cock plunge into my tightness. He positioned his staff at my entrance, that thick, reddened, veiny shaft, and pushed into my flesh. I stiffened against him, my eyes flying open. I was still so wet from my climax that he didn’t meet much resistance until he reared back his hips and thrust deep inside me in one motion.
A scream tore from my mouth at the pain that shot through my body. I didn’t expect it to hurt this much. A pinch of pain was all I expected. But my body shook beneath his now from him tearing through my hymen so swiftly, with little time for my inner walls to learn his length and girth. I couldn’t help the tears that slid down my cheeks. It hurt.
“Fuck, Debra!” Lucas exploded over me, his body going rigid. He balanced on his arms so as not to crush me, but he was still lodged to the hilt inside my body.
I moaned under him, clenching my legs even tighter about his waist.
“Don’t do that,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Don’t do what?” I whispered, my voice shaky.
“Clench your inner muscles like that. You already feel so good. I’m trying not to hurt you more.”
I blinked away the tears that had stopped falling now and stared up at him. He looked like he was in agony, as though it took everything in him not to enjoy my body against my pain. And I was touched by it. Touched by his consideration. Now, I wished I had told him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I said softly. “I didn’t think it would matter.”
“I’d have been gentler with you, Deb,” he growled at me. “You were s
o wet I badly wanted to be inside you. Had I known I wouldn’t have taken a lunge like that.”
“It’s okay,” I told him and clenched my muscles again the way he said I shouldn’t.
“Deb! Goddammit, you’re making it hard for me to stop.”
“Don’t.” I moved my hips against him, still feeling a twinge of pain but not to the extent as before. “Don’t stop, Lucas, please.”
“Are you sure?” he stared deeply into my eyes while he asked and my heart became his in that moment. He’d done nothing but be kind to me—trying to get my car fixed, taking me to and from work, flying me over in his father’s jet, coming to my rescue last night at the club, and now this. Somehow, I knew most other guys in the position he was in wouldn’t even have hesitated at my cry of pain. Yet there he was, questioning whether I was sure I wanted him to continue.
To answer him, I hooked an arm behind his head and pulled him down to kiss me. He moved then, rocking slowly into my body. His rocking gave way to mini-thrusts as he withdrew and re-entered my body. I moaned beneath him, raising my hips to receive more of his thrusts. All that was left now was a discomfort which was buried beneath the pleasure seeping into my spine with each movement of his cock inside my tight passage.
“Deb, does it feel good, babe?” he asked on a groan. “Do you like the way I feel inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, noting the sheen of sweat on his forehead and knowing he was still holding back. “Please, Lucas. Harder.”
Harder wasn’t just good. It was explosive. Lucas dropped seismic waves in my body as his thrusts increased in tempo and force. Grasping my hands, he brought them up high over my head and interlaced our fingers, kissing me hard. His body pressed into mine, his cock buried deep inside me as he undulated his hips simultaneously with each thrust.
“Oooh,” I moaned into his mouth. I gripped his fingers tightly and squeezed, stiffening beneath him as each time he drove into my body, a climax quivered closer and closer.
“Oh, shit. Deb!” he hollered loudly, thrusting more frantically into me. I cried out as his movements cast me over the brink of sanity and thrust me onto the waves of an orgasm he rode with me. Our hands gripped each other’s tightly with a death-like grip, anchoring each other into a shared bliss.
“Fuck, Deb,” Lucas groaned, dropping to the bed beside me. “Jesus, that was amazing!”
My body was sore and the pain I’d imagined was gone was now an ache between my legs. I groaned when he pulled out and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Was it good for you too?” he asked, dropping a kiss on my damp forehead.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, with a small smile that he’d said he enjoyed it.
“I wish you’d told me,” he said on a frown. “Why didn’t you? I could have spent more time on foreplay. Made sure you were well and truly ready.”
“I thought if you knew I was inexperienced, you wouldn’t want to.”
He rolled me onto my back and leaned over me, brushing my hair from my face. “Are you kidding me? I love that you’ve not been with anyone else. You’re a special girl, Deb.”
His lips claimed mine in a sweetly passionate kiss which had me wondering how I could be so sore and still want him again.
“Debra!”
Dad? At the sound of my name—and it wasn’t coming from Lucas’ lips this time—I pushed at his shoulders for him to get off me. My father stood at the door we’d left ajar, his face white in shock. Oh, God, what would he do? He wouldn’t have an angry outburst now and embarrass me, would he?
“Dad,” I uttered his name and swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. Lucas reacted and pulled the sheet up over my naked breasts. I clutched it to my chest and stared, horrified, at the blood stains on the sheet. Dad saw it the same time I did and looked like he was going to hurl. Without a word, he walked out the room and closed the door behind him.
Lucas
Of all the irresponsible acts I’d ever committed, this had to be number one. Deflowering a virgin beneath her father’s roof. I couldn’t be sorry for what had transpired between us. I wasn’t lying to her when I’d told her how good the sex had been. I couldn’t remember being enclosed in such tightness, not even when I’d been in high school. Sex with Debra was like everything else about her. Perfect.
But she scrambled off the bed and I saw her wince. Her inner thigh was streaked with dried blood and I badly wanted to kiss her belly and tell her everything would be okay. I’d not been sure where things between us would lead but I couldn’t picture her out of my life now. Not after what we’d both just shared. Whether the feelings would develop into something more substantial and lasting or whether they would fritter away over time, I didn’t know. But here in this moment, I was struck with the possessive feeling that Debra Hoskins was mine.
And not even a very livid father could put a stop to that.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, getting out of bed as well. My cock also had flecks of her blood from me taking her virginity. I needed a shower as much as she needed one.
“Nothing,” she answered in agitation and walked towards the closet. I snagged her towards me into a hug and she squirmed.
“Not now, Lucas. I’ve got to go talk to my dad.”
“It’s probably best to take a shower first,” I responded, letting her go. She reached the closet and pulled out fresh bed linens as well as two towels. She threw one at me and wrapped one around her body like a sarong.
“I know, but I’ve got to…” she trailed off at the slamming of what had to be the front door. Her shoulders slumped and she looked about ready to cry.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” I told her. “It was probably wrong for us to have sex under your father’s roof and hopefully, he can forgive us for it, but it’s done. We just have to try to fix it.”
“How?” she asked, scrubbing at her eyes in frustration. “I don’t know what’s going through his mind and that’s the upsetting thing. We’ve never had to deal with situations like this before. Hell, I’d never even talked to him about liking a boy. Now, he comes home and he sees this. There was no easing into it. It was too much at once.”
“Well, you’re adult,” I reminded her. “He must know there would be a guy you would sleep with at one point or another.”
“I don’t expect you to understand,” she cried, her frustration leading to anger. “You grew up in a society where this sort of thing happens. Just fuck the willing girl and be done with it. Where we are, it’s different. We have different values.”
Her words hurt. She spoke out of anger but they hurt nonetheless.
“Is that what you think this is?” I demanded. “Just a fuck with you and be done with it.”
She shrugged and toed the rug. “Maybe.”
I worked hard at controlling my anger, not wanting to add more to the stress of the moment. “I think we should avoid this argument and go take a shower,” I suggested but couldn’t resist adding, “because you’re talking a whole lot of bullshit right now.”
I found it ridiculous that she wanted us to use separate showers after what we’d just done but given the situation, I conceded. She opted to use her father’s bathroom while I used hers. Like the rest of her house, the bathroom was basic. Painted in a bright peach color, she had a shower, no bath, a toilet and a vanity sink with a mirror over it, and a medicine cabinet. Her bathroom organizer contained potpourri and several Bath & Bodyworks products.
I turned on the hot water and had to wait a while for the shower to run hot to get started. Seeing the flecks of her blood again reminded me of the severity of this moment. Although I dreaded it, it was a good idea to confront her father about what had happened in his house today. I didn’t expect the man to be thrilled to find me in bed with his daughter. What father would? Worse, he didn’t have any idea about me. Would he ask my intentions towards his daughter? Because I didn’t have that answer.
I only knew I didn’t want to lose her. I had a fierce protective instinct tow
ard her, but so did her dad based on the way she spoke about him. God, what a fucking mess. Why hadn’t I gone to the hotel as planned and then we could have made love there. I could have made it more romantic at the hotel. There was nothing like a dad walking in to ruin the moment. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be winding up with a gun pointed between my eyes.
I shut the hot water off, aware that out of cowardice, I’d spend more time than necessary in the bathroom. The minute I did, I heard the loud argument. Shit. A man still didn’t load his gun if he caught his daughter having sex, did he?
I towel-dried my body and slipped my hands into the robe Debra had provided me. I cracked the door and their voices wafted through the house.
“…was disrespectful,” came the masculine voice booming through the house.
“I know and I’m sorry,” Debra replied remorsefully. “Dad, believe me, I didn’t plan for this to happen. He flew me down here from Denver and I thought it better for him to stay here rather than a hotel.”
“And you felt the need to sleep with him out of gratitude?”
“No! Oh, Dad, I don’t know how to talk to you about any of this. We’ve never had to discuss it before. It’s just that things happen.”
“Look, Debra, if you want to go to a hotel with your rich friend instead of staying here, then go.”
“Why would I do that? We always spend Christmas together. Besides, I didn’t say he was rich.”
“You didn’t have to. I saw the car parked out front. And you just said he flew you down here. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all. You’re indeed your mother’s daughter. I knew you were up to something the minute you decided Pagosa Springs wasn’t good enough for you anymore and wanted to go to Denver.”