by CORY CYR
I turned off all but one light and headed upstairs with Gray following behind.
With heavy fleece sheets and three quilts, I never wore anything but pants to bed because I tended to get hot and sweat. I settled in with Gray snoring on the floor next to my bed.
Arms behind my head, I wished I could talk to my mom. Speaking to my dad would be useless since he’d most likely orchestrated this ordeal. I just needed some advice. Instead, I wrestled under the covers until I fell asleep.
I dreamed about Gabe until I suddenly woke to realize it wasn’t a dream. “What are you doing?” I asked sleepily, barely able to make out the outline of her face in the darkness. Had she even heard me above the outside wind and rain?
“Taking what I want. Tell me no and I’ll stop. I won’t force you against your will. Tell me to stop, Riley,” she uttered as her hand swept across my bare chest.
I was hard from that moment, my body tight like a bow. Soft moans escaped me as she caressed my upper body, grazing her fingertips over my hardened nipples. I drew her up to my face, wanting to kiss her. She was sitting on top of me with one leg draped on each side of my body.
“Do you want more?” she croaked, sliding her body down my cock.
Oh God, yes. I had wanted to kiss her, but I wasn’t interested in stopping her quest. I’d had a lot of oral sex, especially from girls who wanted more. But this was different. I was so hard it hurt, dripping with lubrication and wishing for a warm place to come. My mind was tangled between need and confusion.
Gabe brushed her hand over my dick. I heard her strained sigh as she reached into my pajama pants. My body squirmed as she cupped my balls and dipped her tongue in the slit.
The sensation became too much, and I arched upward. “I can’t take any more. You have to stop or I'm going to come right now,” I confessed on a whimper.
“I want you to come as many times as you need to,” she replied, nipping softly under the crown.
All of a sudden, she took every inch of me in her mouth. My fists balled into the sheets while I sobbed quietly under my breath. My orgasm splashed the inside of her mouth as I pushed forward in an attempt to pump out every drop. I could hear my own sound of relief as she swallowed. She had pushed me to the edge of sanity, leaving just enough to give me courage.
My hands slid over her breasts, undoing her nightshirt button by button. I paused with a groan when the shirt parted. Pulling her up to my face, her tits skimming my body, I moaned. Her mouth met mine, and I sucked her tongue greedily, tasting my own salty tang on her lips. She sat up and shrugged off the shirt, then pulled off her bottoms. My hands embraced her ass as she curled her naked body on top of me. Our breathing was labored and loud. She struggled to get my pants off, and once they were past my length, I pushed them down, then kicked them to the floor.
“I want you. Say I can have you, Riley,” she begged.
There was no refusing her. It didn’t matter what my common sense said. I had been in this position many times before, but this felt different. My body was overruling all else. I nodded, breathing the word yes. She slid along my body until her entrance met my cock. Sitting up, she clutched my veined length in one hand, lining it up to her wetness. My shaft sank deep into her as she rotated her bottom half back and forth.
Falling like stars, a rainbow of colors filled my vision, and I exploded inside her. I’d had many orgasms during oral sex and hand jobs, but nothing had prepared me for this. If I’d known it would feel this way, I wouldn’t have held on to my virginity for so long. “Jesus. Hell. Fuck,” I bellowed, barely able to register consciousness. She pushed back onto me as if she couldn’t get close enough. I stroked her hair and kissed her. Emotions I’d never felt flowed through my body.
“I feel as though I should say sorry,” I confessed quietly because I knew it probably hadn’t been good for her.
“You never have to apologize for anything. I knew your first time would be quick. Lucky for us, we might be snowed in for a while. I mean, unless once is enough for you.” Her smile was evident in her voice.
My flesh swelled again as her pussy clenched me tightly. I thrust deeply, straining to keep the new sensation in check. God, it felt good. My skin began to tingle as I felt my balls tighten. Gritting my teeth, I attempted to push back my impending climax. I wanted it to last longer.
My heart began to pound as her fingers gripped my biceps. My stroke, matching the outside storm, became faster and deeper. Suddenly, my dick began to quiver, releasing into her, and at the same time, I could feel her wet warmth as she arched into me. The combination of our orgasms made us both slick. I held her until my heart stopped pounding.
“I need a hot shower. Care to join?” she said, rolling off me.
“Now? It’s fucking cold as shit.” I was trying to make excuses because I’d never been completely nude in front of a girl.
She jumped out of bed and darted for the bathroom. The light she turned on shed illumination across me. Dangling my legs off the edge of the bed, I could see my lower half was glistening with our mingled juices. Did I feel different? I’d read that women did after their first time.
Gabe poked her head out, and I averted my eyes to the floor because she was naked.
“Hey, look at me,” she whispered as she moved toward me, tipping up my chin. “Bath or shower?” she asked.
As much as I liked the look of a clawed tub, it was slightly too feminine for my taste. Thankfully, Dad had a plumber install what was needed for a shower.
“That antique bathtub is amazing, but it seems you’re more of a shower man. I can handle that. Look, I get you’re shell-shocked, but, Riley, we just fucked… twice, and I gave you a blowjob, so the time for inhibitions is over. You’re no longer a virgin. So stand up so I can properly see you.”
Of course she was right. We’d been together. I’d been inside her.
“Shower,” I said faintly, standing and looking down. Her hands explored my chest, then perused my back, pausing on my tattoo.
“Why did you choose the word player? Trying to keep the demon women away?” She chuckled.
“No, more like keeping my father at bay. I’m sure he expected more from his only son.”
She shook her head, inhaling deeply. “I’m happy you didn’t follow your dad’s promiscuity. I for one am glad you were a virgin. Optimal word: were.”
My eyes scanned her body. Jesus, she was gorgeous. She had light tan lines, and I could only imagine the bathing suit she wore. The top barely containing her voluptuous breasts and the bottoms cloaking a bare pussy. My shaft was in overdrive and wanting more.
“We’re going to have to do something about that,” she observed with a grin. “I’m not sure I’m ready for a cock that size going at me continuously, but I’ll try.” She placed her petite hand in mine and steered me toward the bathroom.
I should have been cold, but Gabe’s body radiated heat. At this point, I was wondering if I’d ever be chilled again. Once steam filled the room, we got under the hot spray.
As she washed, I moved closer and, using my index finger, felt for her clit. Adding the middle digit, I began to scissor them side to side. Gabe fell forward slightly as her lips formed an O. A devious smile split my face as I pushed them both in farther.
“Just because I haven’t screwed before doesn’t make me a novice when it comes to foreplay. I made sure to compensate with my oral skills as well as finger fucking,” I gurgled.
“If I were a teacher, you’d get an A-plus,” she teased. “I assume I am your instructor in a way. Care to learn about ass play?”
My eyes flashed open as I pulled my fingers back. “Anal,” I murmured.
She nodded. “Turn around and show me that tattoo.”
“You aren’t hiding a dildo somewhere?” I asked, turning my back to her.
“God, Riley. You are funny.”
Her finger circled the rim of my asshole. The skin on my cock stretched even tighter. I had no idea if it was what she was currently doi
ng or if it was Gabe herself making me frenzied. Her fingertip pushed into my hole slightly. I could come. This felt oddly erotic.
She removed her finger and forced me to turn around. “Now it’s my turn, but no fingers.” She spoke as she turned her backside to me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I confessed.
“You won’t. Just go slowly.”
Definitely more adept than me. I wonder how many dicks she’s had up her ass. “Don’t we need lube or something?” I asked, sounding like the newbie I was.
“On the floor next to the tub.” Her tone bordered on impatient.
Gabe brought lube. Did she plan tonight? Screwing was one thing, but anal sex. Who plans that? I reached past the curtain and found the tube on the floor.
“Don’t be skimpy. Put some inside me and a lot on your cock.”
I did what she said, spreading it on my full length. It felt slick as my hand tightened its grip around my member.
“Hey, remember this is a two-party event. I know that grease feels good, but trust me. Once you’re inside me, it’s much better.”
With an ample amount of lubricant around her puckered hole, I pressed my dick against it.
“The key to anal is slow movements until I can accommodate your size. I’ll push back on you and steer it in.” If Gabe kept talking about cock and anal, I’d be coming before we ever got close to ass play.
She began pushing back as I held my shaft in place. The more she fell back, the farther I was able to feed my length into her. It was tight, and I could feel her rotate as she tried for full penetration.
“Stop right there and let me adjust to you. Reach around me and play with my clit,” she instructed.
None of the girls I was ever with talked like this. Then again, Gabe wasn’t them. Heat coiled in my stomach as I extended one hand to finger fuck her furiously. Screw this clit shit. I was so high from sex, all I wanted was to drive myself into her tight behind. I began to pump, and she moaned. With every thrust, I went deeper and continued to push my fingers in her pussy at the same time.
My brain was shell-shocked, even dormant, because I went from never having sex to doing anal. I’d always thought I’d be in deep love. That whoever I did these things with, it would be permanent, a solid connection.
I had to be honest with myself. Everything I had done in the last three hours felt beyond exceptional. Gabe had caught me off guard, and I hadn’t said no.
My body became tightly stretched as it began to twitch while I looked down, watching my shaft pumping in and out of her ass.
I had to come.
I wanted to come.
I needed to come.
I twisted her nub with my fingers as my release gushed into her ass. It was taut and warm. She backed into my body as if she wanted every drop. After placing a kiss on the indent of her shoulder, I pulled out slowly before she turned toward me. She stood on tiptoes as her hands bent my head to her mouth. The kiss was electrifying. I nibbled on her tongue, and her hands fell to my chest. The kiss both enlightened and confused me.
Gabe’s hands reached past me and turned off the water.
Our kiss broke, and I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out. After helping her do the same, I grabbed a towel and handed it to her. She proceeded to dry me off, which resulted in my dick swelling. My eyes stared up at the ceiling in dismay. Jesus, again?
She grinned as she hung the towel on my growing length. “You know there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t get hard from a woman towel-drying him. No need to feel embarrassed. I expected energy from you, but not from someone who hasn’t had intercourse. You kind of amaze me,” she admitted, removing the towel from my cock and dabbing herself dry.
Gabe had no issue with nudity. She paraded her nakedness without a care as she took my hand and led me back to the bed. She tucked me in, grabbing her clothes off the floor and hugging them to her body.
“Wait, where are you going?” I demanded, sitting up.
“Going downstairs to my own bed. If I stay, we’ll get no sleep. Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time. Besides, you owe me for the blowjob,” she mused.
“You’re very sure of yourself,” I noted, lying back down.
“And you sound egotistical. I mean, considering this is all new to you.” She snorted.
“If I promise to keep my hands to myself, will you stay with me?”
“I shouldn’t, Riley. If I stay, this turns into something more,” she explained, going out the door.
So this was clearly just sex. She specifically verbalized the terms. It would never be more to her. It made me weary because I had succumbed to her charms, and my body would continue to submit even knowing this was a one-sided affair.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gabriella
I could hear his footsteps above me as I got rid of my day clothes. After changing into a heavy nightshirt, I sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating this situation while I brushed my hair. I didn’t get it. First, he’d asked me to stay here. Now he was making excuses, saying he wasn’t sure. Maybe my advances were too blatant for him to handle. Possibly, I had taken my flirting and innuendos too far. I’d accused him of being afraid as though having sex with me was some kind of dare.
Sliding underneath the blankets, I decided to leave on the light because, as brave as I thought I was, this storm scared the hell out of me. What terrified me more was these ever-developing feelings for Riley. He might be only twenty, but he had the demeanor and mannerisms of a man.
I hadn’t planned to get this involved. Maybe I was lying to myself. The minute I saw him, I’d known there was no going back. He was so unexpected. So beautiful. So young. I was drawn to him immediately, but when I’d found out he was a virgin, that made things more complicated.
I’d already lied to Riley. Yes, it was true that I had researched Shea Michaels before I’d relocated to Alaska. I knew everything about the Michaels family long before I arrived. Upon first glance, his son was the perfect combination of both his mother and father. Different shades of brown made up his hair, which only intensified those vivid green eyes. His smile was warm, yet his expression had held surprise because he’d expected a man. Riley’s body type was up for debate because it was hidden beneath the clinic smock, but he was extremely tall with strong hands and long fingers.
What began as an easygoing relationship was now problematic. My goal had been simple. Get the hell away from my dishonest mother. Even at thirty, she still attempted to run my life. I would never trust her again. My entire life was a sham. The box. I had found the keeper of all her secrets. And as much as I hated her for saving her precious keepsakes, it made me want to capture the life she had been denied.
Instead of just showing up in Fairbanks, I had chosen to go after Shea. Once I’d read all about him, I knew attempting to come between him and Ryan was futile. Their bond was too strong. So Riley was the next best thing. We had a love of animals in common, along with me being a licensed veterinarian. Once I’d reached out to Shea via email, pursuing possible employment, I’d set my plan in motion. It took months, but after much correspondence, I’d been offered a job if I was willing to relocate. I could hardly wait. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. I needed my mother to suffer for the last twenty years of lies. But wasn’t I being dishonest by not telling Riley the truth? The truth. I didn’t want to bare my soul to him. I wasn’t ready to lose him, and God knows I would. I’d promised he could trust me.
I didn’t want to hurt him. I just wanted him. Riley was ripe for transformation. I’d dropped hints like crumbs, as though I were leading him to slaughter. In reality, my hunger for him was so strong I salivated at the thought of being his first. I yearned to teach him everything. My many lovers had given me the experience, which I was desperate to empower Riley with. I knew I was being vain. Surely he’d had many women throw themselves at him. How he kept from giving in was remarkable. What made me different? How was I going to accomplish what a younger woman never had? I would ha
ve to give him parts of myself I’d never given to any other man, but I wasn’t sure I could do that.
Tossing and turning, I listened to the rain and a wind so powerful it shook the house. I couldn’t decide if I was more panic stricken by the weather or aroused by the thought of Riley sleeping above me. Flipping the blankets back, I sat up, shivering. I came here for a reason. This required action.
Sneaking my way into his room like a stalker, it was so dark I had to feel my way to the bed. Pulling back the blankets, I straddled him. His bare chest was warm, and I sighed with desire. He woke up almost instantly, and suddenly I felt like a sexual predator. But I already knew, no matter how resistant his mind was, his body would succumb.
His chest felt broad and his stomach flat and muscled as my hands roamed downward. His cock was proportioned to his rock-hard body, and he tasted even better than I’d imagined. I begged him to tell me to stop, but I knew he wouldn’t. If he was nervous, it didn’t show. Yet I sensed he was guarded. When we finally came together, it seemed as natural as if we had done it all our lives. Our legs entangled as we fucked twice, only to leave me craving more. This is only sex. We touched each other everywhere. He kissed me. We’d done that before, but this time his lips on mine felt different. This kiss represented ownership, and it petrified me.
My mouth went dry when I finally got to see all of him. Riley was extremely self-conscious when it came to nudity, but he had no reason to be shy. Muscled flesh, strong thighs, and washboard abs. The word player tattooed on his sinewy back in large script. He was gorgeous and pensive as though I were the most significant person he’d ever known. This was wrong on so many levels, and I knew it. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to experience everything.
In my mind, I knew he’d overthink all that had happened tonight when he awoke tomorrow. I didn’t know him well enough to stop his thoughts from spiraling into regrets. But I knew he would. No matter how badly he wanted me, he would come up with a reason to end it. I needed to find out how far he’d go. Riley was easy to manipulate. He was reluctant when I suggested anal, yet he’d submitted.