Sweet Thing

by JA Huss

  “I thought about how you came on my tits that night. How it was sticky. And then I wondered what it would taste like.”

  “Jesus Christ, Aria. You’re telling me you want to swallow?”

  She turns to face me, places both her hands on either side of my face, and says, “I’ve never had a cock in my mouth and I want you to be the first. I want you to be all my firsts.”

  Then her fingers are popping the button on my jeans and my hands are rubbing her ass, my fingers still slick with her juice as I slip them back between her legs from behind and give her asshole a little rub.

  “Even here?” I ask, my eyes fixed on hers as she takes out my cock and begins squeezing it.

  She doesn’t answer. Which means… she knows guys like to fuck girls in the ass. And she probably knows some girls like it, too. But she’s not sure.

  “Don’t worry,” I say. “We can save that for another night.”

  “Take off my pants. I want to be naked this time. No teasing me this time. Just… put yourself inside me.”

  “Patience,” I say, smiling. “You have to come at least once before I do that.”

  “Why?” She pouts.

  “Because I want you to be dripping wet when I slide up inside you.”

  She reaches down, slipping her hand between her legs. Then she pulls her fingers out, glistening and shiny. She places them up to my lips and says, “I’m already there.”

  I grab her hand and shove her finger in my mouth, licking it and sucking it as she helps me wiggle her jeans over her hips and then starts pushing them down her legs with her foot.

  I laugh, still holding her fingers up to my mouth.

  “What’s so funny?”

  But I just shake my head. “You’re too fucking cute, you know that?”

  “I want my pants off, dammit!” We both laugh. “And you’re not going fast enough.”

  “Torture is sweet, sweet thing,” I say.

  “Hold on,” she says, then sits down on the floor in front of me and begins tugging her skinny jeans down over her feet. She’s flashing her soaking wet panties at me, legs open and knees bent as she contorts on the ground until finally, she throws her jeans off to the side.

  “There,” she says, propping herself up with her hands as she leans back. Her knees are bent and pressed together. But as soon as she sees me looking at them, she opens them up wide. Until her thighs are flat on the tiled floor. She doesn’t smile. Just takes one hand and slips her fingers under her panties and then she pulls them aside for me.

  Her sweet pussy is pink and glistening as she begins to play with herself as I watch. Stunned motionless. Unable to take my eyes off her.

  “Condoms,” I say, suddenly remembering.

  She shakes her head. “No. I want to feel you.”

  Where the hell did this girl come from? How the hell did I ever get so lucky? And then… yeah. That test was a good idea after all.

  “Hey,” I say, reaching down. “Come here.” She takes my hand and I pull her to her feet. “You wanna try another first tonight?”

  She nods her head and starts tugging on my jeans. But I stop her and say, “No. I’m gonna leave them on. I’m gonna fuck you with my pants on. Like we’re doing it in a stairwell at work. Or up in your childhood bedroom with your parents downstairs. Like we’re having a hot quickie, but it won’t be quick.”

  She sucks in a breath of air. “Is that my new first?”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I want to fuck up against the window.”

  She looks over her shoulder, then back at me. “OK.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

  “Because we’re in the city and people spy through windows with telescopes.”

  “People can see us?” she asks, turning to face the window.

  “Maybe. You never know.”

  She turns back to me and says, “I’m sure. Let them look.” She backs up against the window, arms stretched wide like she’s offering herself to me.

  But I shake my head at her. “Not quite.”

  She furrows her brow. “Then how?”

  I reach down and lift her up. Rubbing her pussy against the shaft of my hard cock. “Like this,” I say. “Now put me inside you.”

  She sucks in air, nodding as she reaches down, wraps her little hand around my thick cock, and points it at her pussy.

  One good fuck isn’t enough to make this easy. One good fuck doesn’t let me slide right in. So she winces and gasps as I push my head inside her. Fingernails gripping my shoulders as I press her back against the glass and ease my hips forward.

  “Ow,” she says.

  “I’ll stop,” I reply. “Just say the word and—“

  “Don’t stop,” she moans. “Do it fast and hard. I know it’ll feel good once you’re fully inside me.”

  I don’t hesitate. I thrust forward hard and quick, just like she asked me to, her legs wrapped around my hips, squeezing me tight.

  I wait like that for a few seconds as she breathes heavy and hard. Then, when I know she’s gotten use to my big size, I pull back, just a little, just enough so I can thrust forward again.

  Again she says, “Ow.” Just one more tiny ow. And the next time she moans. And the time after that, she hisses. And the time after that she reaches down and begins playing with herself.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Yes. Make yourself come and then I’ll give you another first. I’ll put my cock between your lips. Just a little. Just a little taste—“

  “Oh, God,” she says. “Oh, God.”

  “Just the tip, Aria. You can’t have all of it at once.”

  “I want it all,” she says, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. Her body is limp except for her legs and her fingers. Just limp as I hold her up against the glass and slowly fuck her hard so that each thrust forward she has to exhale because I’m forcing the breath from her lungs.

  “I want to be on top of you,” she says. “I want to come on top of you.”

  I swing her around, mission accomplished with the window, and walk her over to the couch. I sit and lie back a little, still holding her, still inside her, and say, “Ride me, sweet thing. Rub that pussy all over me.”

  She places both her hands on my chest, her long hair hanging down and covering her face. And she begins to move. I grip her hips, guiding her just a little. She’s rubbing her pussy on me. Trying to stimulate her clit. For a girl who’s never fucked before she met me, she sure knows how to please herself.

  The idea that I could be falling in love with a natural sexual deviant makes me feel like I won the lottery. Like we have years and years of dirty sex ahead of us.

  “Jesus,” I say, making myself even more turned on thinking about our future.

  “I think I’m going to come.”

  “Do it,” I say. “Do it. Come all over my dick.”

  She goes stiff for a second, her eyes wide. And then her fingernails grip into my chest as she arches her back and wails. Her pussy contracts around my shaft and I almost blow. It takes every fucking year of experience I have not to come inside her right now.

  I need this girl on the pill. Soon. Because I want to feel that. I want to come with her and I can’t.

  She slumps forward, exhausted. Her knees pressing against my ribs as she buries her head into my neck and breathes hard.

  I rub her ass cheeks. Slowly caressing her. My fingers slipping down between her legs to push against her tightly puckered asshole. My cock still rock hard inside her.

  “Now you,” she says, a few moments later. “Now you put it in my mouth.”

  Holy fuck. “Are you sure?”

  She twirls a finger on my bare chest and says, “Mmmm-hmmmmm,” so it comes out like a slow seductive moan.

  “Then get on your knees in front of the couch.”

  She lifts herself off me. My dick slowly sliding out of her pussy. It falls forward, slapping against my stomach as she gets down on the floor and I swing m
y legs around so she’s boxed in by my knees.

  I fist my wet and glistening cock and say, “OK, but you have to go slow. And you only get to suck the tip.”

  “What? Is that how it’s done?”

  Sweet, sweet child.

  “For you, this time, it is. Trust me. That’s all it’ll take.”

  Just the thought of her pouty, plump lips touching my cock makes me want to come.

  She leans forward with her mouth open. Her eyes only on my cock. I say, “Eyes up here, sweetie.” And she looks at me, smiling as I press the very tip of my cock up to her lips. She wraps them around the head, taking the whole swollen knob into her mouth, then gags and pulls back.

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t be,” I reply. “This is the very best part. Now do it again.”

  She opens again, and again she takes the whole head and pulls back gagging.

  “I’m sorry.” She frowns.

  “Aria,” I say. “I want to come on your face just watching you do that. Now do it again. And keep doing it. I don’t even want you to take me deep. This is all I want.”

  She wraps her hands around my shaft and leans in again. And this time I lean back on the couch and free my balls from the constriction of my jeans.

  Tips of lips, then gagging.

  The blood is pumping and rushing inside my cock. A burst of warmth, then pure heat as pressure inside me builds and builds, each time she puts her hot mouth over my skin. And each time she gags, it builds higher and higher.

  I grab her head, forcing her to stay in place as she sucks on the tip of my dick. Not really struggling or make me back off, but letting me control her.

  “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, back off now, Aria. Because I’m going to.”

  She doesn’t back off. Just gags a little more and that’s all I can take. That’s all the self-control I have. I ease my hips down towards the edge of the couch so I’ve got her head directly over the top of me, and I let it out with a pulsing gush of relief.

  She gags, and spits, and pulls back.

  I hold on to her for one more second. Just one more second and then… release.

  “Shit,” I mumble. “Holy fucking shit.” I open my eyes and look at her. Come dripping over her lips as she stares at me.

  “Come here,” I say, pulling her up into my lap. “This is what you do afterward.”

  I swipe the come off her face with my fingers and press them up to her lips. She opens, unsure what to do.

  “Lick it,” I say. “Lick it off my fingers.”

  And she does.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - ARIA

  He holds me after we’re done. Just holds me in his arms on the couch. I have never felt so loved in my life. Even though almost everything we just did was new and scary, it was thrilling and worth it.

  All of it. All of my firsts with him.

  We spend the weekend together but also apart. I wanted to sleep over that night but he said no. He wanted to take me home. But would I be interested in going on a date tomorrow night?

  We did go out on Saturday. He took me to a movie and we ate popcorn and laughed, and had fun. But the real fun was when he took me home to his apartment and we tried more new things. I sat on his face and he ate me until I came all over it. And he stuck his finger in my ass once too. I came immediately when he did that and he called me a dirty little deviant whom he never wanted to let go.

  Then he took me home again. Firm in the belief that we will date and not play house, as he called it. Date. Because he wanted me to experience dating.

  Then the weekend was over and I went back to class, and he went back to work, and we didn’t see each other all week. Just talked on the phone every night before bed until the weekend rolled around and we went on dates again.

  On Friday he took me to dinner and even though I wore a skirt, much to my disappointment, he didn’t finger me under the table.

  “No more of that right now,” he said. “One day we’ll play those games again, but not now.”

  At first I complained. I didn’t understand. But he said, “I want to do this right, Aria.” And that’s all I needed to hear.

  After dinner we went to his place again and we tried out some bondage. Just me tied to his bed with silk scarves. He left the room for what seemed like ages. Left me naked and horny. Craving him as he watched TV and had a drink.

  And when he came back I was desperate for him. So desperate all he had to do was stick one finger inside me and I gushed.

  He said one day, if I’m a very good girl, he’ll show me what men really do to women tied to their beds.

  I wanted to try immediately, but he said no. Just… one day.

  That Saturday we went to the horse races and he let me pick all his bets, then went to the counter to place them. We ate lunch in the clubhouse and won sixty dollars on my picks.

  That night he took me home and asked me if I’d ever watched porn before.

  No. But I wanted to. So he put some on and asked which ones made me want to fuck him.

  All of them, I decided. All of them. He had a toy to put in my butt that night. A crystal plug made for beginners. Because he said he could tell I’d like it. But he had to do it right or I wouldn’t come back for seconds. He fucked me with that in my ass. Twice. And both times I came instantly.

  I got on the pill too. He took me to a doctor Friday afternoon and waited outside while I had my exam, and I came out with a prescription that we filled together at the drugstore nearby. He can’t come inside me without a condom yet—which I do not want to use—but soon, he promised. Soon we’ll have that first together too.

  And then spring break was over and so was my Photoshop class. I went back in to high school with a Photoshop certificate that counted as credit and a sore pussy from my magical two weeks with a thirty-five-year-old man.

  While all my friends chatted and talked about their tropical vacations with their parents, I daydreamed about what it would feel like to have Ryker’s cock in my ass. I got myself so worked up I went into the bathroom during calculus, braced myself again the stall wall, and rubbed my clit through my panties until I came.

  And all afternoon I smelled my desire for him as I sat at my desk pretending to be interested in American literature.

  My father picked me up every day after school and took me to early dinner before dropping me off at home. And every day I wondered what he’d think of this. How he’d react if he knew what Ryker North was doing to me on the weekends. What I was doing to him. What we were doing to each other.

  But one afternoon I decided to tell him about it. Well, a little bit. “I met a boy,” I said in the car.

  “You did?” My father beamed at me. “What’s his name and who are his parents?”

  I laughed. If you only knew, Dad. “I’m on the wait-and-see path before I make this public, Dad. You understand, right?”

  And he had the perfect response. Because he said, “Whatever makes you happy, sweetie.”

  I really think, that when, one day, Ryker and I decide we’re getting married, he will be happy for us. Because I’m falling for Ryker. I’m falling for him hard and while it’s important to me that my family like him as much as I do, when it all comes down to it I honestly don’t care.

  Childhood is over and my life belongs to me now.

  If Ryker wanted to make sure we go “long-term”, as he put it, by going slow and fast at the same time—well, mission accomplished. Because he’s all I think about. Day and night, I crave his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock.

  And on the night before April comes back from Australia and I have to go live at home I decide something. I make a decision.

  I love Ryker North and I want to be with him forever.

  I want him to come inside me and I want him to do that someplace very special.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - RYKER

  I was afraid things would change once Aria went back to high school, but they really didn’t. Once I decided that th
is was real for me and I was going to take my time, I did everything right. I made myself stay away during the week so she could concentrate on her own life. I forbade her from seeing me at the co-op and made strict rules about how much we could talk on the phone.

  Just ten minutes each night before bed.

  I don’t want to take over her life. I don’t want her to ignore her friends or her schoolwork. I don’t want to be the only thing she has. I just want to be there when she expects me and when she needs me.

  And I want to get this out in the open. I just don’t know how. And I would never say anything to Ozzy or her father unless we talked it through first, and we’re not there yet. So. Limbo. I feel like we’re in limbo.

  This is why I like the dates. We’re not hiding out at her sister’s apartment or my place. We’re doing things and going places. It’s important for me, and for her too, that we do not treat this as a secret.

  The second challenge was her returning to her parents’ house in the suburbs. Because there’s no way to deny the fact that this is a secret and we are sneaking around because now I can’t just pick her up for a date. She has to make an excuse to go into the city on Friday night. Or Saturday, but not both. Both is too much. And even though she’s eighteen and we both know she’s eighteen, she’s in high school. She lives with her parents. She’s not really an adult yet.

  So now I’m conflicted.

  But today is the Spring Fling at her father’s country club and both Ozzy and I are going. Our loan package is almost complete. We finalize the last phase in the Gingerbread redevelopment project on Monday. And I’m having this internal dilemma about signing those papers while hiding the fact that I’m dating Mr. Amherst’s teenage daughter.

  There’s just something about this that runs deep for me.

  My phone dings a text and it’s Ozzy: Downstairs now with the car.

  I text back: Be right there.

  Once last sigh and then I tuck away my guilt and get in the elevator.