by JA Huss
“OK,” I say, kicking off my shoes and pulling my pants down so I can kick them away. I take a seat on the couch next her and say, “Climb in my lap.”
She swings her leg over, grinning and biting her lip. Her face goes all red with embarrassment when her wet pussy touches the shaft of my cock. And then she straightens out the skirt of her dress so she looks pretty.
I am going to die. She’s killing me slowly.
“Do you want to take off your dress?” I ask. “So we can both be naked?”
She thinks about this for a moment, then nods. “Can you help me?”
Can you help me? Dead.
I ease her little pink cardigan down her arms and toss it aside. Then reach around her back and unzip her dress. She lifts her arms and I drag it over her head as her hair spills out and lands over her breasts so perfectly, it feels planned.
She’s wearing a pink bra. No cups, just a very thin satin. But her breasts are round, and firm, and her nipples are poking up against the tight fabric.
I squeeze them with both hands and she moans.
“Want my bra off too?” she asks.
“If you want,” I say. “It’s up to you.”
“Do you like fucking girls in their bras?”
Oh, you dirty, little, sweet thing. “Yes,” I say. “I kinda do.”
“Then I’ll leave it on. But now what do I do, Ryker?”
She said my name. God, I don’t know why I love that so much, I just do. “Sit up a little,” I say. She does. “Now reach down, grab my cock, and point it at your pussy.”
She does just that. Then looks at me for what to do next.
“Now, put it up against your pussy and slowly sink down.”
She does it too fast and gasps.
“Go slow, I said. Go very slow until you get the head inside, and then just… make yourself sit down, OK?”
“How will I know when the head is inside?”
“You’ll know,” I say, then reach up to pull her long, burgundy hair away from her face. “But I’ll tell you too.”
She nods, then begins to slowly try again. I reach between her legs and hold my cock straight and she places both her hands on my shoulders, balancing on her knees before easing down, gasping, and coming up again.
“It’s OK,” I say. “Just take your time. I’m not in a rush. We’ve got all night.”
She smiles and then a chill runs up her body and comes out as a shudder. Making her bunch her shoulders up and squeeze her tits together.
How did I get this girl in my lap, doing all this with me?
Have no clue.
And this might be her birthday, but this gift is all mine.
“Try again,” I say. And to my surprise, I’m patient. I’m totally OK with waiting for her.
She nods her head and presses her lips together. Easing down until she winces and gasps. “Keep going,” I say. “Just a little more and my head will be all the way inside you.”
She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, like she’s preparing herself for something horrible. Then she sits down a little more, burying her head into my neck as her fingernails claw at my shoulders and back.
“You’re doing real well, Aria. I’m inside you now. But there’s more of me if you want it. And if you don’t, we can stop now.”
“No, I want it,” she says. Her voice small, and soft, and right up next to my ear.
“OK,” I say, petting her hair. “OK. Then just… force yourself to sit. And no matter what, don’t stop. If you just do it real fast it’ll be over. The pain will go away, I promise. And then you’ll know what it feels like to have a man fully inside you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
She swallows so hard I can hear it. Almost a gulp. She begins shaking a little, like she’s cold, or maybe nervous. So I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me, trying to make her warm and feel secure.
“Count to three,” she says.
Oh, I’m so dead.
“One,” I say. “Two. Three.”
And on three she does three things.
She sinks down hard on to my cock.
She screams and tenses up, arching her back and struggling in my tight grip around her body.
And she goes still and looks at me.
I kiss her. I kiss this silly, sweet little thing like I’ve never kissed anyone in my life. And then I whisper, “Are you OK?”
She nods, and whispers back, strain and pain in her voice, “But don’t move. Please don’t move.”
“I won’t,” I say, taking my kisses to her neck. “You get to do all the moving. When you’re ready, lift up just a little bit and then sink down again.”
“Oh, God.”
“No, no,” I say, petting her hair. “Shhh. The more you move, the better it feels, and the easier it gets. Trust me, I’m going to make you come again. And when we’re finished that’s the only thing you’ll remember.”
“OK,” she says. Lifting her hips up.
I grab her ass and say, “Not too far. You want to keep me inside you.”
She eases back down again, hissing air.
“That’s good,” I say. “Just keep doing that over and over again.”
She lifts up again and I can feel how wet she is. So fucking wet. Virgin wet. And then I realize that’s probably blood.
But I don’t say anything thing about the blood because I don’t want to freak her out.
“You’re doing good,” I say, surprised once again at how patient I am.
Pretty soon she’s moving a little faster. Not taking her time. Not hissing in pain.
“I told you,” I said. “I told you it would feel good. Now listen carefully. And look at me.”
She stops moving and picks her head up off my shoulder so her eyes can find mine. She looks sleepy but she’s not sleepy. That is the look of lust, she just doesn’t realize it yet.
“I’m going to make you come, but in order to do that, I have to touch your pussy as I fuck you. Not you fuck me, like you’ve been doing. But me fuck you. Do you understand?”
She shakes her head no.
“I’m going to move now. Not you. I’ll be in charge now, not you. That’s how it has to be if you want to end this with another orgasm. OK?”
She nods, pouting.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “You’ll like it.”
I reach around her and unclasp her bra. She shoots me a questioning look, but I just mouth the words, trust me.
She rolls her eyes with teenage attitude and I take that as a yes.
She helps me get her bra down her arms and then a sudden wave of embarrassment overtakes her and she covers her breasts with her arms.
I pull them away, shaking my head. “No. Don’t cover yourself up, Aria. I want to watch your tits bounce when I start fucking you.”
She looks very nervous. But we’ve come this far, we’re not quitting now.
I ease my hips down to the edge of the couch so I can flatten my hand along her belly and caress her clit with my fingers. I hold on to her hip with my other hand and begin thrusting my hips upward.
“Oh, shit!" she gasps.
“Just relax,” I say, rubbing her clit faster.
This makes her close her eyes and the next time I thrust upward, I bounce her on my legs so her tits bounce with her.
“Ahhhh,” she gasps again. Her mouth is open wide in surprise.
Yes. That’s what I want to see as I fuck the sweet virginity out of this girl. I thrust again, and again, and again and each time her tits bounce higher and her mouth says, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
All the while my fingers are playing with her clit like crazy and my cock has decided enough is enough, the time to be patient is over and now it’s time to really fuck. So I thrust harder and harder, and then I bend her over and hold her to my chest as I reach around and play with her ass and then—
She screams.
Not the scream of a virgin trying to stuff a fat cock head into her pussy, but the scream of a
girl who has now come three times in one night.
And I’m ready too. The agony of this night has caught up with me and I can’t hold it in anymore. My time has come.
Literally.
Because I pull her off me, shove her down to the floor so she’s on her knees, and then I sit up and shoot my load all over her tits.
She looks at me in… I’m not sure. Horror? Surprise? Disgust? Possibly all three. But I didn’t wear a condom—probably should’ve, but fuck it—and so I couldn’t come inside her.
It has to go somewhere.
“Holy shit!” she says, scooting away from me. “You just—“
“Came on your tits and it was hot as fuck,” I say, sinking back down to the couch. “By the way, you’re on the pill?”
“No,” she says. And then she screws up her face and says, “Oh, my God, we didn’t use a condom. I’m gonna get a disease!”
“Relax, sweet thing,” I say. “I’m clean, I promise. I’ll get a clean bill of health for you, if you need it. And that’s why I came on your tits. I know what I’m doing. Not my first rodeo.”
“Ewwww,” she says, crinkling up her nose. “I think I will need that clean bill of health.”
I smile at her and beckon her with a finger. “Come here.”
“No,” she says, uncertain. “I don’t think so. You should leave now.”
“What?” I ask.
“No, I mean… well. Yes. You should leave. It was great and all. Like seriously, it was. And thank you. I learned a lot tonight and no more pesky—“ That’s when she sees the blood on my cock. “Eww. Oh, God. Oh, man. Just… like I said,” she says, covering her eyes so she doesn’t have to look at my dick. “Thank you. I will remember it always. It’s probably one of the best deflowerings ever in the history of the world and…” She smiles and peeks at me from behind her fingers. “Yeah.” Raising her eyebrows. “Pret-ty good! But no, you gotta get out now. I have class in the morning and whew, I’m tired and I actually have a headache. So…” She smiles at me. “Goodbye. I need a shower.” She gets up and starts walking away, teasing me with her tight, perky ass. But then turns and says, “Oh. And you can just slip that clean bill of health under the door of my cube, OK? Thanks!”
I just sit there for a few minutes, listening to her hum in the shower like she just had the best fuck of her life—which it was, and it’s not because it was her first, either—and wonder what the fuck just happened.
Did she just… one-night-stand me?
CHAPTER NINE - ARIA
I wake up the next morning thinking about Ryker. But not because I’m having visions of wedding bells or anything, it’s because I’m sore as fuck. I’m talking… it feels like his giant cock is stuck up inside me. So weird, and kinda good too, but also sore as fuck.
When I came out of the shower I was totally nervous that he didn’t get my hint and was still here, but I found a note by my phone that said, I got your number now. I’ll call you. So whew, he was gone. But then, Oh, shit. He’s gonna call me.
I don’t want to see him again. He’s too old for me. And, well, hot, yes. And very good at the fucking stuff. But no. Too old. My dad would freak out if he knew and he probably already thinks something is up after the way Ryker boxed me in in front of the window last night at the co-op.
So no. That’s the end of the hot land developer-slash-drummer who’s very good at deflowering virgins.
The. End.
Period.
Story over.
But then, while I’m lying in bed, my phone rings on my nightstand and who is it?
Him. He even put his contact in my phone so it says Ryker North.
The guy who said this is a one-time thing and then made me come three times.
What is his deal?
I consider ignoring it but I’m out of my league. He has a job, and a car, and money, and he’s a full-fledged grown-up, so I know the only way to get rid of this guy is to tell it to him straight.
“Hello?” I say, after tabbing the answer button.
“Aria,” he says. “I made a doctor’s appointment today to ease your mind about sex diseases.”
“Oh, good!” I say. “Perfect. When you get those test results—“
“Yeah, slip it under your cube door.”
“Exactly.”
“So what are you doing today?”
“What?”
“Plans? What are your plans?”
“Um… I start my class today.”
“What time is that?”
“Eleven.” Why am I even telling him this? He’s no one.
“What time is it over?”
“Two,” I say. “Why?”
“I’ll pick you up.”
“No,” I say. “Nope. My dad is picking me up.”
“Then I guess we’ll both pick you up. I’ll be out front of the main entrance of the college at two. You should be there.”
The call drops and I just stare at the phone. “What the fuck?” Is he some kind of stalker? Did he change his mind about the one-night thing? I thought we were using each other?
What do I do? Do I meet him there or blow him off?
I can’t think about this right now. The first real day of my pretend new life starts now. And I’m not a virgin. I had deflowering sex with a totally hot older man.
Which is very cool and will make a great story for when I go back to high school in two weeks, but right now, he’s sorta cramping my style.
I’m gonna meet a hot kid my own age—or sorta close to it—and date him for two weeks. And then I’m gonna go back to school and brag about my adventures and one of the hot guys who really are my own age will fall into lust with me and then I’ll go to prom with him.
Oh, my God. I could be prom queen!
Or maybe none of that will happen, but it could! It totally could as long as Ryker North isn’t hanging around.
My phone dings a text in my hand so I look down at the screen.
Ryker: Don’t wear underwear today. I want to play with your pussy in the car.
What?
My fingers start flying in reply. Sicko. I’m not getting in your car.
My phone rings again. Guess who?
“What?” I say.
“You really don’t want to see me again?”
“You said one night! I don’t understand.”
“Yeah, but… you’re like eighteen years old.”
“So?”
“You’re young and you have romantic delusions and think I’m your boyfriend now, right?”
I laugh. “What?”
“I’m kidding,” he says. “Just fucking with you. Sort of. I want to see you again.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.”
“That’s why.”
“I’m a pretty hot thirty-five.”
“You really are.” I giggle. “But no. I can’t. I’m sorry. My dad would hate it. And I’m into guys my own age.”
“What guys?”
“No one in particular, dummy. Just… guys.”
“So be into me until you find one.”
I pause, thinking about this.
“OK? We good?”
“Ryker—“
“I really am going to get you off in the car, so that text was not a request.”
“You can’t tell me not to wear underwear. Besides, you said the underwear sex was hot.”
“It is. But knowing you’re sitting next to me in a dress without panties because you want my fingers inside you as we drive is hot too.”
Holy shit. This guy does not fuck around.
“I’ll tell you what. You can wear them to school but take them off before you get in the car.”
“I’m not getting in your car!”
“You are, Aria. So just do what I say. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Then he drops me! Fucker hangs up on me!
So I call him
back but he sends me straight to voicemail!
And oh, boy, do I leave a voicemail. “You know what?” I tell the phone. “You’re kind of a pervert. Taking advantage of me and my flower. Being all patient and hot and telling me to fuck you as slow as I want.” I pause. “Jesus. When I say it like that—never mind. I’m not getting in your car. I’m not even wearing a dress today! So ha!”
Then I drop him.
And get up. Unable to stop thinking about him because his ghost cock is still up inside me.
God, why does it feel like this? Am I damaged?
I wish I had a friend from school who knows what it’s like to have hot monster-cock sex. If April were here I could ask her. But she’s so busy and there’s like twenty hours of time difference between us, so I can’t. Besides, she’d probably tell my mom and then I’d get a safe sex lecture because—well, I totally need that lecture.
I pick up my phone and call him again. Once more getting voicemail. “And,” I say, picking up where I left off. “And you didn’t even use a condom! Not your first rodeo, huh? Asshole!”
I drop him and go back to fuming confusion.
A few minutes later my phone rings again, and yup. It’s Ryker. “What?”
“I apologize,” he says.
“For which part?”
“The condom,” he says. “That’s the only mistake I made.”
“Hmmm,” I say, trying to think up another mistake. “You did kiss me when I was still seventeen.”
“You did lie to me.”
“Yeah, but you already knew.”
“Touché. I’m sorry.”
Hmmm. Told him.
“So…” he says.
“So…” I say.
“Wear a dress and take off your panties before you get in my car.”
“What kind of car do you have?”
I swear to God, I can hear him smile on the other end of the phone. “Dodge Challenger.”
“Hmm,” I say. “That kinda says sexy drummer.”
“Yeah, it kinda does.”
“Old or new?”
“New. I’m trying to be eco-friendly.” Which just makes me snort. “Hey, it’s a helluva lot better than the old ones.”