Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  “Where are you going? I need more of you.” I said.

  “Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you,” he replied.

  Chapter Six

  “Put me in your mouth,” Rocky said, sitting on his knees on my bed.

  I didn't even hesitate. I crawled over to him and grabbed his cock wet with my stickiness. I rubbed him from the base to the tip and crammed all his his thick meat into my mouth. Rocky groaned and held the back of my head.

  I'd never tasted myself before and it wasn't all that bad. I wrapped my lips around and shoved him as deep down as possible. My tongue played with his head, lightly flicking it and driving Rocky crazy.

  He wouldn't be able to last much longer. It wasn't possible.

  I was dead wrong.

  He started to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I didn't need to work any longer and became his tool to use with as he wished.

  When he pulled out, I flipped around and willingly gave him my ass. I knew what he wanted before he could even ask it. It was like we were connected on another level. Transcending dimensions and love.

  Rocky slapped me again and again, making my cheeks raw and red. “This ass is so good,” he said, his fingernails digging into my flesh.

  “Take me again, Rocky. I can't take the teasing.”

  “Be careful what you wish for,” he replied.

  Rocky plowed into me in one thrust, his hips reaching my ass and burying his cock so deep in me. My head snapped back and cried out as another orgasm fired off.

  I had a hard time holding myself up but Rocky's grip on my hips kept me in position.

  Rocky slammed against me over and over. “You feel so good,” he said.

  “I want to feel your come inside me,” I told him.

  That turned on a light in his head. I think he was planning on coming on my back. But now things were different.

  Rocky picked up speed, fucking me harder and faster than ever before. He was close. His balls would need to unload soon.

  “I'm going to come, Erica,” Rocky called out.

  My pleasure was almost at its peak again. “Come with me.”

  We both reached the state of bliss at the same time. Rocky burst within me, pouring his sweet sticky seed inside my eager pussy.

  I clenched around him as I tried to endure the body-wrecking orgasm. I wouldn't be able to move for days after this.

  Rocky's thrusts began to slow down. My breath finally caught up with me. My hair was all over my face and I couldn't even see. I could feel his penis slowly become soft inside me.

  I still didn't want him to leave. It was the safest feeling in the world.

  Rocky pulled out and we both collapsed onto the bed. I'd never been so tired in my life. Rocky gathered me in his arms and played with my hair.

  “That was too fucking good. There's no way that could be possible,” he said.

  “I can tell you it was true because I was there too and it was fantastic.”

  I fell sound asleep in his arms listening to his heart beat.

  My bedroom door opened, startling us both awake.

  Heather walked in and stopped in her tracks with an open mouth. “Oh shit, Erica. I didn't know you had somebody in here.”

  I saw it in her face when she recognized it was Rocky who was in bed with me. She was frozen in place, not knowing what to say.

  I didn't know what to say either.

  “I'm sorry,” Heather said. She turned around and walked out but forgot to close the door behind her. A moment later she returned, apologized again, and closed the door.

  “Well that just happened,” I said.

  “Better that it gets out in the open now rather than later. I don't want to keep this a secret.”

  I looked into his eyes and felt I finally found my match. And he was right under my nose the entire time.

  “I don't want to keep it a secret either.”

  Rocky leaned down and kissed me. It was so full of love that he didn't even need to say it.

  We didn't leave the bed for days.

  The End

  Story Forty One

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Houston has been away for eight months sailing around the world. There's a lot that he's missed. But now that he's back Houston is ready to pick up his life where he left off.

  Faith has been waiting her entire life for the right man. Once he shows up on her doorstep, she doesn't know what to do.

  A forbidden romance wasn't what she expected.

  Warning: This insta-love story is full of hot and steamy scenes. Come sail away with Houston and Faith...

  Chapter One

  Everything changed when I met Houston for the first time.

  All my life I wanted to feel like I belonged. Like I had a purpose.

  After college, I didn't know what I wanted to do or where I wanted my life to go.

  I'd spent the entire summer looking for jobs and hadn't found anything that looked interesting. My mother tried to convince me to take the first job that came my way. After my first interview at a law firm where the guy couldn't stop drooling over my tits, I knew I needed to wait for something better.

  My stepfather, Edward, at least understood my way of thinking. Or at least that's what I hoped for. I knew that he had been trying to win me over ever since they had gotten married only eight months ago.

  The thing was, he didn't need to win me over. My mother deserved some happiness and Edward seemed like a good enough guy.

  Okay before I go too far describing my entire story, I should probably get back to my first meeting with Houston.

  Houston was Edward's son from a previous marriage which meant that he was my stepbrother. I already knew all this going into the meeting so it wasn't a big surprise or anything. The reason we didn't meet at the wedding eight months ago was because for the simple fact that Houston wasn't there.

  He had a good reason though. Houston was sailing across the world in boat.

  I didn't believe it at first when Edward told my mom and I what my stepbrother was doing. It sounded way too crazy.

  Not just crazy but insane. Did people still do things like that?

  But whatever. At least he knew what he wanted to do with his life.

  So the day came when we were supposed to meet. Houston was a part of some upper-class yacht club and we were to have brunch there together so we could all meet.

  My mother had pressed for me to wear nice clothes so we could fit in better. We never had much money growing up and my outfits always reflected that. Since the marriage with Edward, a little bit of his money had trickled down to me. It wasn't a lot but enough to get a few outfits for interviews.

  I searched for something nice to wear but I didn't much care about impressing Houston. There'll be more on that later and why it was such a big mistake.

  I picked out black pants, a white shirt, and black blazer. It was the exact same outfit that I wore for the interview at the law firm minus the blouse with the plunging neckline. I didn't want people staring at my rack all the way through brunch.

  We arrived at the Silverport Yacht Club and I expected to see tuxedos, top hats, and monocles. Maybe the Monopoly man would be running around. I didn't get any monocles or top hats but there were a few couples that were dressed up like they were about the meet the Queen of England.

  The entrance wasn't very extravagant. It reminded me of an old dockside bar. I guess that was the “hip” thing to do nowadays. We entered the club and I was taken aback at the marble floors and huge chandelier hanging above us.

  Edward gave our name to a man standing behind a podium with a little thin mustache on his upper lip. He put a small pair of glasses on and checked the list sitting in
front of him.

  “Your table is ready, sir,” he said in a foreign accent.

  We were led through a maze of tables filled with rich bitches wearing jewelry that probably cost more than my mom's house. My mom had told me that Edward was pretty well off but I think she grossly underestimated how much he was worth.

  Or she had known all along and didn't want me thinking that she was marrying him just for the money.

  We were brought to a table in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the harbor with all the boats parked at the dock.

  A man in his early twenties with short brown hair combed nicely and just a tiny bit of stubble was sitting alone at a table. I didn't realize that this was the man we were meeting until he stood up and smiled when we approached.

  “Faith, this is your stepbrother, Houston,” Edward said.

  I was flabbergasted. I expected a man with mangy long hair and an unkempt beard. The kind of appearance you would expect after someone had been sailing around the world for months on end.

  The man standing before me was sitting at the peak of perfection. White shorts, blue boat shoes, and a red polo only intensified his model look. He was about four inches taller than me with broad shoulders.

  This was the type of man I'd been looking for my entire life.

  But he was my fucking stepbrother.

  I always had the worst luck.

  I imagined the gods laughing at me from high above on the their white clouds. It was such a cruel joke.

  Houston offered his hand to me. I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't sure how to touch a work of art.

  “It's nice to meet you, Faith. I've heard a lot about you.”

  I took his hand and felt a spark smack me in the face. His handshake was firm but not too firm. He could crush my hand in seconds with his strength. It was the perfect handshake.

  I only wish it lasted longer.

  Chapter Two

  “Shall we all sit down to eat?” my mom asked. I watched her give a hug to Houston and a peck on his cheek. I didn't even know that they had met before. I thought that the two of us were in the same boat. No pun intended.

  We all sat down at the table and I couldn't help but stare at Houston as the server handed us the menu. The way his eyes moved and the slight curl of his lips when he smiled made my body melt.

  Why did this have to happen to me? I always wanted the things I couldn't have.

  Back in high school, it was Jimmy. He was the star quarterback and I dreamed about him for all four years. I lost count of the times I put my hand between my thighs and touched myself to exhaustion at the thought of him.

  The problem was he was dating Heather who was the head cheerleader. There was no competing with that.

  And while I dreamed about being with Jimmy, my high school years drifted away and I realized that I had never had a boyfriend. I wanted to rectify that in college but it was impossible with all the classes and homework.

  So here I was sitting in front of another future obsession that I had no chance with.

  I flipped open the menu and thought that I was seeing a foreign language at first. I'd never heard of many of the items listed on there.

  I continued to peek above my menu at Houston but his face was hidden behind his own menu. I was tempted to reach out with my foot and touch his leg. I could act like it was only an accident.

  Only a confident girl would do that. Not a coward who had barely spoken to a guy before.

  I leaned over to my mom and spoke behind my menu. “I don't know what half of these things are.”

  My mom replied through her menu in a whisper. “I think it's French. Just order something you recognize.”

  We weren't used to the rich stuff. My mom and I were satisfied with ordering pizza most nights and watching a movie. I couldn't even remember the last time we had been out to a restaurant together.

  Back at college, my meals were contained to the mess hall. I didn't have any extra money to go out and eat with friends. It didn't help that I didn't have any friends to go out with anyways.

  I scanned the menu for anything that looked familiar. I saw the word penne and knew that it was a type of pasta. I liked pasta. I had no idea what was on it or what it came with but it would be a safer bet than something else.

  The waiter came around and took our orders. I didn't even bother trying to say the name of the dish out loud. I knew I would butcher it so I just pointed to the item on the menu and that sufficed.

  “Tell me about your trip, Houston?” my mom asked.

  My ears perked up. I wanted to hear about this ever since I was told he went sailing around the world.

  Houston leaned back in his chair. “Very long.” He kept eye contact with my mom and I only hoped that he would look over at me for just a second. “I thought I was going crazy for a little while there.”

  My mom nodded. “I could imagine. Would you do it again knowing what you know now?”

  “Mom, you don't need to be so forward,” I said.

  Houston waved me off and actually looked into my eyes. Those blue eyes of his were going to be the death of me. “There were plenty of times when I felt like quitting. When it got so unbelievably hard that I didn't think I was going to make it. But then I remembered that I could accomplish anything. It was that sense of ego that kept me going. So to answer your question, yes I think I would do it all over again. Only to satisfy my even larger ego now.”

  My mom chuckled and I couldn't help but get lost in Houston's words. The way he described overcoming failure was inspiring. There was more to him than just good looks. I wanted to peel back the layers of the onion and discover anything I could about him.

  The waiter came by with our food and it smelled amazing. A plate of penne pasta with a brown sauce was set in front of me. I took my fork and found mushrooms all through out.

  “Wow Faith, when did you learn to like mushrooms?” my mom asked.

  “I've liked them for a long time,” I replied. In reality, I hated them with a passion. Couldn't stand the taste, smell, or texture. I didn't want to look foolish in front of Houston.

  Didn't matter because my mom did all the work for me.

  She turned to the rest of the group. “When Faith was younger we used to order pizzas with a lot of mushrooms on it. She would pick them off, put them in napkins, and hide them around the house so I couldn't find them. She was really good at it too because we are still finding old dried up mushrooms today.”

  Everyone around the table laughed except for me. My face turned a shade of tomato. My mom was exaggerating but not by much. It had been a couple of years since she found any napkins.

  I forked a piece of pasta with mushroom on it. I didn't want anyone to think that I had been lying. I was going to eat it with a smile.