by Amy Starling
“I don't know. I think marriage can increase intimacy. You know somebody, you love them. Sex has to be more satisfying when love is part of it.”
“Maybe you're right. But you don't need love to have a bit of fun.”
Her wine glass was empty. She got up and excused herself to go refill it. I wasn't having any of that. No, she wasn't getting away from me this time.
I reached for her, curled my fingers around her waist, and pulled her into my lap. She whimpered as my hardness rubbed against her slit, teasing her the same way she'd so cruelly teased me.
“Jayce! What... What do you think you're doing?”
My lips brushed her neck; each kiss there made her tremble. Her skin tasted just as sweet as I'd dreamed it would be.
“I want you, Pink. I've wanted you for a long time.”
Her body went slack. She finally relaxed, giving in to me and her desire for the pleasure she knew I offered.
“This is a bad idea.”
“The bad ideas are the most exciting ones.”
She didn't resist as I pulled her shirt over her head. Out spilled her breasts, pale, small, and perfectly round with caramel rings around each nipple.
Gorgeous.
“We can't,” she weakly protested as I stroked her flawless skin. “This is going to change things between us.”
Normally, I didn't kiss the girls I brought home. Made me feel weird. Uncomfortable.
But Elle's full lips called to me. I pulled her close and kissed her hungrily, thrilled when she began to grind against me. That's when I knew I'd won.
She was mine now.
Our tongues met, wrestled, then slowed as we caught our breath. She put her hands on my shoulders. Tugged at my shirt. I obliged her and tore it off.
I loved it when she touched my chest like this, awe written on her lovely face. She grazed my muscles and studied my ink with wide, curious eyes.
“We can't do this.” Her forehead pressed against mine. “We're going to regret it.”
“I'll regret nothing.”
“You're supposed to be hunting for a wife.”
“That can wait one more night.”
I attacked her throat with starved kisses and gentle nibbles until I had her quivering in my arms. When my fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, she let out a quiet moan.
She spread her legs and allowed me in. Lord, her underwear were already soaked.
“You want this.” I whispered and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Let yourself go for once, Pink. I can make you feel good. You won't leave my bed disappointed.”
“I – I know that, it's just...”
My mouth found her nipple. I sucked and teased her, rolling my tongue around her sensitive nub. When she massaged my cock through my boxers, I almost exploded right then and there.
“You're very big.” She sounded unsure.
“You scared?”
“No!”
She stroked my shaft, exploring every inch of me, until I was seconds from erupting. Mm, this girl definitely knew what she was doing...
“Don't you want to know what it's like? To be filled up completely while I give you the best sex you'll ever have.”
I lifted her underwear. Stroked her clit with one finger and then slowly teased her entrance, pushing in and pulling out just a little until she was shaking in my grasp.
“I can make you come over and over again, Pink. So much pleasure, all for you. You only need to lie back and take it.”
My finger slid in deep; her eyes rolled back in her head. Making a woman feel good had never turned me on so much before.
“Tell me you want it. Just say the magic words, and it's yours.”
She hesitated, but it was impossible to resist when I had her on the brink of orgasm.
“Please... Fuck me, Jayce.”
I lost it. All rational thought went out the window and I became an animal, tearing at her clothes in desperation to reach my prize. I pulled off her shorts so roughly that I tore stitches. Then, her drenched panties and –
God, her pussy was beautiful. She was lightly shaved and so wet that her tender folds shone in the moonlight. Even her smell did something magic to me. It entranced me. Possessed me.
Finally, after so many years of agonized waiting and pent-up desire, I had her.
Tonight, she was all mine.
Chapter 8 - Elle
Jayce tossed me over his shoulder, held me tightly against him and hauled me back into his apartment.
He was so strong, so muscular, he could do anything he wanted with me and I wouldn't have any hope of stopping him.
He was in absolute control – and I loved it.
With one solid kick, he shoved open his bedroom door. The room was aglow with orange candlelight and filled with the heady aroma of vanilla.
“That's the candle I got you,” I murmured. “Can't believe you kept it.”
He didn't answer, just set me on the bed and stared. I, too, gaped in disbelief as he shimmied out of his boxers.
Yikes. His cock was just as big as I'd feared. That was probably going to hurt.
Good thing he was skilled enough to drive me crazy with the stroke of his fingers or a flick of his tongue. He'd turned me on so much that I ached to have something, anything, inside of me.
“You look terrified.” He knelt and kissed the tender flesh of my thighs. “Don't worry. I can be gentle.”
If he only knew. I should have told him now just how innocent I really was.
But if I let it slip, if I admitted I was a virgin, he might freak out and end things here.
And I did not want that to happen.
His kisses grew more ravenous and his hot breath tickled my folds. He breathed deeply, sighed, then his slick tongue tasted my slit.
Oh, shit.
That's when I realized all of his boasting, all that talk about how good he was, had been completely true. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“You taste delicious.” He trailed upward and circled my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his lips. “I could do this all night long.”
His fingers found my entrance, two this time. He filled me up with them, thrusting faster, harder, until he had me on the edge once again.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. Couldn't let myself go just yet. I wanted this to last forever.
But that horrible tension, that absolute need for release, was too strong to ignore. My inner walls fluttered; my body flushed with heat. I hung there on the edge of ecstasy for as long as I could stand it.
One long, slow lick, then one more, and I was at my peak. He held me tight as I bucked and moaned; his fingers sank in deep and his mouth brought me all that pleasure he'd promised and more.
I opened my eyes to find him grinning at me, clearly proud of himself. He had every right to be cocky when he could make me feel like that.
“Tell me what you're thinking, Elle.”
“That was... Incredible.”
He planted kisses from my belly to my breasts, each one slow and deliberate, designed to make me melt for him. His lips pursed around a nipple and he sucked gently.
Oh, yes.
I marveled at his solid, powerful shoulders and the strength in his arms. My fingers weaved through his hair and I breathed deep, inhaling the intoxicating cocktail of vanilla and cologne mixed with a hint of sweat.
I'd prepared for this moment for so long now. Taken advice from more experienced friends. Spent hours studying sex positions and tricks online, as if making love was some kind of college entrance exam.
But in the heat of the moment, I forgot most of that. There was only one thing I remembered, and I hoped it'd be enough to impress him. He made me feel amazing. Time to return the favor.
He looked surprised when I rolled out of his arms, but let me push him down on the bed. I gazed warily at his cock. Something told me his was quite a bit bigger than average.
“Pink, what are you...?”
I steadied my nerves a
nd tasted the tip of him with my tongue. His sharp gasp and the hitch in his breath made me smile.
“You don't have to.” His eyes shut. “This was supposed to be... Mmm.”
I had no idea what I was doing. Compared to all of his other girls, I was probably awful at giving head.
I was going to try anyway. He deserved it.
I took my time, slowly canvasing his shaft from top to bottom, then tracing the ridge below the tip until I had him groaning with satisfaction. How big was he? Eight, nine inches? Dear God, this thing was going to tear me in two.
But I wasn't afraid anymore. I knew he would take care of me. Here in his bed, in his arms, he made me feel safer than I had in a long time.
His girth was almost too much to take in my mouth, but I did my best. Jayce praised me, stroking my hair and telling me how good I was to him.
When I had taken him deep as I could, our eyes met. I shivered at the intensity of it. He finally averted his stare and mumbled something nearly unintelligible under his breath, yet I heard every word.
He said, “I love you, Pink.”
He didn't mean it. Of course he didn't. It almost made me laugh, because Jayce didn't love anyone.
But part of me wished it were true...
His hand clamped over my shoulder. I gazed up at him, and he gnawed his lip.
“You are too sexy when you look at me like that.” He gently removed himself from my embrace. “But I'm afraid you have to stop.”
“Why? Did I mess up?”
“No. I can't wait to have you another minute longer.”
He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a golden foil packet. Protection was a great idea, given all the girls he'd had before me. Too bad my lust-addled brain and the liquor in my veins convinced me otherwise.
“Hey.” I kissed his neck before he could tear open the packet. “Just so you know, uh... I'm on the pill.”
He looked at me as if I had to be lying, but it was the truth. I didn't tell him the real reason I was taking birth control, though – and up until now, it had nothing to do with trying to prevent unwanted pregnancy.
“You are?”
I nodded. He glanced at the condom he'd yet to unwrap. He knew better, but hesitated.
“Well, um... I'm clean, y'know.”
“So am I.” Obviously.
When he tossed the condom aside, I knew it was stupid. I was also relieved. I'd get to feel him bare inside me, flesh against flesh.
I wanted my first time to be special, right?
There was no more conversation about the matter, no discussion about consequences or what could happen after. Jayce pounced on me with an animal growl, scooping me into his muscular arms and smothering me with kisses.
I reached for his cock, and my delicate touch made him groan with lust. He was so hard, so ready. No turning back now.
The head of him met my slit. This was it, then. Those years of clinging to my virginity were finally over.
Giving it up to him felt so right.
He tried to enter me, but met with resistance. It wasn't going to be that easy.
“You're totally wet.” He dipped a finger between my folds. “Why are you so tight?”
I could have told him. Should have been honest. The words lingered on the tip of my tongue.
I'm a virgin.
No. I couldn't.
He rocked into me harder, and my passage opened for him. There was a dull ache at first, followed by a quick stab of pain that made me gasp. I held my breath and dug my nails into his back.
Jayce looked at me with concern. “What's wrong?”
I forced a smile. “You're, ah, a bit big for me.”
He shook with the need to go fast and hard, to achieve that primal release he craved so badly. But, to my surprise, he was careful and gentle with me.
“Relax. No need to be so tense.” His nibbling my ear made me shiver. “Mm, I think I've found one of your sweet spots.”
He moved in at a glacial pace, filling me up inch by inch. As my inner walls adapted to his girth, the pain faded into an intense pressure that wasn't altogether unpleasant...
Halfway in, he closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. With his arms around me, he pulled me to his chest in a loving embrace.
“Amazing. Absolutely amazing.”
He hit my furthest back wall, and when I cried out in pain, he didn't try to force it. Instead, he apologized several times for hurting me, kissed my cheek, and pulled back out nice and slow.
Fuck, this was starting to feel good...
“Tell me what you want, Elle. I need to hear it.”
“I can take it a little faster. And this,” I said, placing his fingers on my clit. “Here.”
He did as I asked, entering me with quick, shallow thrusts. Just like that, there was no pain anymore.
Oh, my God. Yes.
Suddenly, I needed to have him deeper. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him into me all the way.
Wow.
“I don't want to hurt you again,” he murmured.
“You won't.”
He'd been holding back. Now he let his wild side out, pinning my wrists to the bed with an animal growl. He lost control, attacking me with starved kisses and plunging in deep as our bodies would allow.
“Come for me, Elle. I want to feel you coming for me.”
“Yes. I'm...”
Such an intense pleasure erupted in my core that it almost hurt. Powerful contractions rocked my body; tears rolled down my cheeks and wet his skin. I didn't understand it. Didn't have to.
It was perfect.
My own orgasm tipped Jayce over the edge along with me, and he let out a great, satisfied moan. Our eyes locked as his hot seed emptied into me.
Never before had I felt so cared for, so close, so one with anyone in all my life.
We lay there in silence, me cradled in his arms, for a while afterward. A thousand thoughts and questions swirled in my head. Was sex always supposed to be that good? If so, I felt like an idiot for waiting this long.
Finally, he rolled over to face me. “That was the first time,” he said quietly, “that I ever did it bareback.”
“Mine too.”
He sighed and rested his hand over my stomach. “Incredible.”
Agreed, but now what? I had no idea how this post-sex thing worked. Should I get my clothes on and go home? Stay in bed and talk about how good he was?
Jayce seemed distant, too. Oh, man. Maybe sleeping with him was a huge mistake. Because the next time I saw him inviting another girl up to his apartment, it was gonna hurt. Bad.
I shifted my legs, and suddenly there was a lot of something wet and very sticky all over the blankets. Uh-oh. Sex wasn't this messy in the movies!
I struggled to shimmy off the bed without making a bigger mess. Jayce frowned and grabbed my arm.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“Um, to clean up?” I gestured to the puddle between us. “Hope those nice silk sheets weren't expensive.”
He laughed. “Sorry. I've just never seen... it like this before.” He gazed at me and licked his lips. “You know, I think it's kind of hot.”
“You're a perverted freak,” I shouted as I fled for the bathroom.
“You know you wouldn't have it any other way.”
Behind closed doors, I hurried to wash up. But there was, um... a lot of the stuff.
“He must be extra fertile. Surprised he hasn't knocked up some poor woman yet.”
For a moment, I felt a flicker of worry. Sure, I was on the pill, but what if he got me pregnant?
No, don't be crazy. The medication was designed to stop that from happening. They wouldn't sell 'em if they didn't work. Right?
Jayce's phone rang in the other room. He answered. Couldn't hear what he said, but he sounded pretty upset.
I cracked the door and listened.
“Ugh, man. This is not a good time. It's a Friday night, you know.” Pause. “It's not my fault the
idiot went to the store with his grill burning. Yeah, fine. Be there in ten.”
He hung up, cursed, and hurried to throw on on his jeans. When he saw me watching him, his foul mood brightened.
“What's going on?”
“They sort of had me on call tonight down at the station. Some redneck lit his barn on fire. I gotta go help put it out.”
I slipped back into my shirt. “Guess that means I'm going home.”
He stole a kiss before I headed out the door.
“If it wasn't for this unfortunate interruption, you'd be back in my bed right now.”
There could always be next time – or maybe not. Everyone knew Jayce didn't go back for seconds. Why would he act any different with me?
I rested a hand on his shoulder while he laced up his boots. “This is going to change things for us.”
“Nah, it won't.” He flashed me that confident smile. “It's only sex.”
Maybe to him it was.
Chapter 9 - Jayce
It's only sex.
Those words replayed in my head as I pointed the hose at the flames. Two weeks after I'd invited Elle into my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about that night.
Some woman twice my age stood behind our truck, a fat orange cat in her arms, shrieking at the top of her lungs. A bewildered bald dude, her husband, tried to calm her down.
“It's okay, Sheila. They're just material objects. Be grateful we're all unharmed.”
“How can you say that? The jewelry, the paintings! It's gone, and it's all your fault.”
“Mine?”
“Yes, you idiot! I told you to install that fire-proof safe and you never got around to it. Now we've lost everything.”
She might have been exaggerating a bit. Only a small corner of the first floor had gone up in flames, and the fire was nearly out thanks to our quick efforts.
But I couldn't focus on anything these days. Not these people's petty arguing. Not even my damn job. Only one thing was on my mind.
Elle.
She said having sex would change things for us. I laughed it off. After all, it never changed a damn thing for me before.
Apparently, there was a first time for everything.