Holy shit.
I begin to panic. The full picture of what's about to happen flashes before my eyes and I'm suddenly scared for my innocent vagina. Landon is so big, too big. Maybe my first time should have been with a high school boy. At least this way an average dick would take my virtue.
"It's okay," Landon mumbles between my breasts before moving back up in front of me. My hand is still on his erection, too terrified to unleash the wild beast. "You'll adapt. Your walls will stretch for me and it'll feel amazing."
My breath staggers as his lips land back on mine in a soothing kiss. His assuredness mixed with the powerful feeling I get having Mr. Tucker in my hands is enough to restore my confidence. I can do this.
My delicate palm starts to move on his length, stroking his long, thick cock up and down with precise rhythm. He groans against my mouth, his tongue tracing along my bottom lip, and then we're staggering slowly toward the back of the room. He doesn't stop kissing me with each step we take, his fingers kneading my hips, as he holds on tight. I continue to stroke him, enjoying the feel of him in my hands as I wait for his next move.
My back hits the wall in the back of the room and Landon breaks our kiss. "Let go, my sweet girl."
My hand drops from his erection and I whimper at the loss of contact. He reaches behind me and pulls on a string attached to a hook on the bottom of the world map. The map rolls down, snapping in place and taking up half the wall. Landon grabs my hips again, shifting my body to push me back against the wall, but this time my chest lies flat against the surface–the map is the only thing between my naked breasts and the cold brick wall. His chest lands against my back, his mouth nuzzles against the nape of my neck, and then his hand wraps around the front to cup my chin. He turns my head to the side and my eyes follow the path to where his index finger is pointing on the map.
"This is Israel, Savannah." His finger circles the small spot on the map. "I figure if I fuck you for the first time with this tiny country as your focal point, maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
Damn, he's good.
His finger slides down the map and then his hand is on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. His palms make a slow journey to the humps of my ass before he squeezes each cheek between his fingers. His thumb plays with the string of my thong, teasingly moving the material so it shifts back and forth along my pussy, causing my clit to throb.
My body's yearning for more attention.
I don't know how to handle this demanding, cocky, and rough side of him. His touch is sensual and his words are scorching hot. I've never seen him like this before. He's awakening a side of me I never knew existed before. I'm starting to understand that I like a man in charge when it comes to sex. I trust Landon to order me around because I know in the end he'll satisfy the hunger inside me.
The string of my thong continues to slide up and down, massaging my clit and teasing my ass. I shudder with pleasure, my thong dripping with my arousal. Landon decides to have mercy on me, his big hands grab the string of my thong at each hip, and then he's pulling the string and ripping the small piece of material off my body. My bra is hanging from my body, still wrapped around my torso. He ignores it, lowering his pants instead and then he leans into me. I can feel his chest against my upper back as he moves my hair over my right shoulder, his breath tickling the skin on my neck.
"This is your last chance to back out, Savannah. I'm barely holding it together as it is, but if you've changed your mind I need to know now." The underside of his erection slides against one of my ass cheeks before he moves his cock to slide up and down the crack of my ass. His big hands move back down to my round cheeks and he pushes them together, making a warm home for his dick as he continues to stroke himself.
The feeling of his length against me, knowing I turn him on this much, it's all I need to continue. There's no way I'm stopping us from finally happening. Nodding my head I beg, "Please, Landon. Please, fuck me."
He stops stroking himself between my cheeks and gently thrusts his cock forward, the head of his cock teasing my asshole. Before I can protest he pulls back and I lose contact with him. He fumbles with something behind me and I hear the clear sound of foil ripping. I don't have time to question him because he's pressed firmly against me again and I sigh out in elation.
His hand is thrust between my legs. I lift one of my feet and step out wider to part my thighs further, giving him room to do what he wants with me. He fondles my pussy, stroking up to tease my swollen clit before his fingers move to my hot core. He invades me with a long, thick finger, stretching my trembling walls before inserting a second finger, and then a third. I can barely stand as my legs tremble from the sensation as the pads of his fingers rub against a sensitive spot inside me.
"You're so damn tight," he growls out, adding quickly, "But you're so wet and ready for me." Then his fingers slide out of my slick channel and I feel the condom-covered head of his cock slide inside, ready to take his fingers' place.
He feeds me one long inch at a time. I'm horny and wet, but with each tiny thrust forward I feel a small bite of pain causing me to tense, afraid of what's next. "You're so damn tight, Savannah. Relax, baby. I've got you.”
His hand comes back to rest on my hip as his mouth soothes the back of my neck with soft, lingering kisses. He kisses lower, goose bumps trickle across my back as he kisses the space between my shoulder blades. My skin is on fire, sizzling from his touch. I force myself to relax into him, my ass pushing back against his hips as a sign that I'm ready for more. Both of his hands are now on my hips and he holds on tight, his fingers digging back into my flesh. Then he thrusts inside me, breaking my virginal barrier so he can fill me completely. I can't hold back and scream out in pain.
My pussy is throbbing around his cock as tears sting my eyes. I was not expecting it to hurt this much. "Shit, Savannah. Are you okay?"
I'm unable to answer, afraid that my voice might come out as hurt as I feel. When I don’t say anything Landon starts to pull out, his cock retreating slowly as my walls hug him tight. I don't want this to end. From what I've read the worst part is over so I whimper, "Don't pull out. Give me...a second."
We stand awkwardly in the same position, my breath leaving damp circles on the map. With each second that passes the pain lessens. Landon leans in, his lips fluttering along the back of my neck and leaving open mouth kisses. The delicate way he's taking care of me and soothing me with his touch, fills my heart with a love I've never experienced before.
His lips slowly trail up to my ear and he whispers, "You're so fucking sexy, Savannah. It's hard for me not to move inside you."
His hips drive forward, filling me again with his hard rod. He slowly pulls back and this time it feels better–no pain at all.
"Keep going," I whisper.
Landon pushes forward again and this time it feels good. The angle I'm in forces his cock to hit me right where I need him. His right hand leaves my hip and slides across my lower stomach, dipping below to the gap between my thighs. His pointer and middle finger find my clit and he plays with the swollen bundle of nerves, moving the pads of his fingers in a circular motion.
"Yes," I sigh out as my forehead presses against the map.
Sparks of desire shoot through my body and I start to move my hips with each thrust of his cock. What felt good a moment ago now feels unimaginably great. I can't describe the state of bliss my body is in but I know that nothing in the world could ever feel better. I feel my climax stirring within me, causing my skin to overheat as my body builds and builds to what I can only imagine will be the most intense orgasm I've ever felt.
His hips start pumping faster. His cock hammers in and out of my warm cunt. "Come on, baby,” he pants encouragingly. "You're so damn tight. I can't hold off much longer."
His fingers on my clit keep their steady rhythm as his cock rubs against me just right. Thrust after thrust I feel like I'm floating and then suddenly I moan out incoherently as the tension in my southern
region releases and I explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July, coming all over his skilled cock. My body feels weightless with each passing moment as my pussy milks his cock with the aftershock of my orgasm.
"Fuck," he grunts in between a hard thrust. "Shit," he cusses again. Then he's collapsing on my back as he groans out my name and comes inside me. Even though he's wearing protection I can still feel when his seed fills the latex and I can't help wishing there was nothing between us–I want to go bareback.
We're both panting, my breath fogging up the map as Landon's breath sends shivers down my spine. He fists the base of his manhood and pulls out of me, his cock still half hard. We both look down at the condom, the latex coated with traces of my virgin blood. He pulls the used condom off and sets it on an empty desk.
That has to be a health code violation.
Landon wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his inviting body. His lips kiss each of my temples, and then the space between my eyebrows, and then the tip of my nose, before leaving a soft, chaste kiss on my lips.
"I had no idea you were a virgin. The way you aggressively came on to me, well, I definitely thought you had more experience. How are you feeling? Are you okay?"
"I'm better than okay. That was the best moment of my life," I reply honestly.
I knew sex would be good. I've had hundreds of orgasms because of the amazing feeling of ecstasy my body experienced each time, but I didn't know an orgasm during sex could be out of this world, explosive good. I wanted Landon to take me there, to be my first, and I'm so glad he did.
"The best, huh? We're just getting started, sweet girl, so prepare yourself for some top charting moments." His soft lips brush against mine again and I can taste the salty flavor of his skin. Then he's kissing me fervently–his tongue teasing mine as he strokes his fingers along my sides. His cock hardens against my lower stomach and I moan in appreciation, happy I stir this reaction out of him. He pulls away and then smiles, clearly embarrassed.
"Let's get cleaned up and out of here before I take you again. My mind’s racing with all the possible ways I could have you in this room."
"I wouldn't mind that," I say honestly, although the soreness between my legs is screaming I'm not ready.
"Patience, Savannah. We'll be doing this again, but right now I need to take care of you and get you home." I'm sad our night is over, but I love his promise of more nights like this to come.
He pulls up the sweatpants and boxers that are bunched around his ankles, and then he collects my clothes from around the room and helps me get dressed.
He's such a gentleman.
Once I'm dressed and ready to go, he finds the rest of his clothes and finishes getting dressed. We leave his classroom the same way we came and then lock up the school before heading back to his car and making the drive to my house. A feeling of emptiness starts to take over the closer we get to my small ranch. I can't explain it. I don’t want to leave him right now. I want him to hold me all night in his arms, lavish me with sweet, tender kisses, and tell me I'm the only one he wants to be with.
The sudden feeling of inadequateness is new to me and I'm wondering if this is why they say women can’t have sex without feelings getting in the way, because my feelings for Landon have just escalated by a million.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks. He cups my hand in his and squeezes, as if to reassure me of whatever is going on inside my head.
"Everything's fine," I lie.
We're at the stop sign by my work when he turns off in the direction of his place instead of my house. "What time do you work tomorrow?"
His question startles me because I almost always work the same shift. "Noon, but since it's Saturday I'm supposed to be meeting you up at school for our tutoring session before my shift."
"I have to cancel." He's unapologetic and the doubt starts to seep back in. He never said anything before about canceling.
"Why?" I sulk. Is this the moment I've read about in all those romance books? Is Landon the villain and now that he's taken my innocence he'll be off to find his next conquest?
"Because I'm going to have a beautiful, naked woman wrapped in my arms, keeping my bed nice and warm, and I don't want to miss time with her before she leaves me to go to work. You can miss a day of tutoring, Savannah. Besides, I think now that we're talking again I can go back to tutoring you during the week."
His words comfort me and the doubt goes away. "Do I know this woman who will be sharing your bed tonight?" I tease.
"Actually you do," he affirms as his thumb caresses the heel of my hand. "She's sweet, sexy, a pain in my ass, and barely legal. I've denied my feelings for a while now but I can finally admit that I think I'm starting to fall for her." He lifts our entwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand. My insides melt at the tenderness in this moment.
"She sounds like trouble. You should get rid of her." I like the bantering between us.
"Not going to happen," he replies, assuring me, and I'm able to relax the rest of the short drive to his place, knowing that tonight wasn't just about sex for him. He feels the connection between us, too.
Chapter Fourteen
February
A cold draft comes from the outdated windows in Landon's townhouse, causing shivers to run down the back of my spine. I'm so content lying on top of him that I ignore the chill and enjoy the blissful moment. Spending the night at Landon's place on the weekends has become a habit the last five weeks. When pursuing him I never would have imagined a relationship like this would be the outcome. I didn't think it was conceivable.
But it is.
We're in a healthy, adult relationship where I feel safe and loved.
It's not that I felt unsafe before I met him. It's that I was always the only one looking out for me. There was no one to take care of me, guide me, love me and rely on. I had to have my own back, and Landon has lightened that burden a little.
In school we play our roles perfectly. Landon's the history teacher who shows interest in me academically and nothing more. We only speak in class and he makes a point of being friendly with the other teachers so he doesn't seclude himself. We don't want to raise any suspicions.
He continues to pick me up after my shifts so he can tutor me. We managed to do it before we had sex without getting caught, so we hope the GG-mart is still a safe place to meet. I'm glad he's still tutoring me and I like the new way our sessions go now that we're together. Landon likes to introduce sexy new games and incentives for me to learn the material, and my grades have never been better.
Honestly, the last five weeks have been the best of my life. The comfort and security he brings to our relationship makes me feel lighter, like I'm carrying less baggage around. If there was ever any doubt before it's gone now–I'm head over heels in love with Landon Tucker.
"Sweet girl, how long have you been awake?" Landon asks groggily as he stirs awake underneath me.
"Not long," I mumble into his chest, running my fingers up and down the rows of his abs. I can't believe this guy is all mine.
"You should try and get a little more sleep before you have to get up and ready for work."
Ignoring his suggestion I slide my hand lower, trailing the pads of my fingers along the cut V of his lower abdomen, leading me to his morning wood. Wrapping my fingers around his erection I squeeze gently. "I have a better idea."
His hard cock continues to grow in my hand until I'm holding only a fraction of his length. I stroke his erection up and down, over and over, until I feel the vibrations in his chest as he growls out in pleasure. He flips us over on the bed and now I'm lying flat on the mattress as his large frame hovers over me.
"Is this what you want?" he asks huskily.
He grabs my thick thighs and pushes them apart, opening myself up to him. He fists the base of his cock and lines it up with my center–the engorged head teasing my tight hole. Closing my eyes I bite down on my bottom lip and arch my back as I beg, "Yes. This is what I need." I've b
ecome insatiable over the last few weeks. My body craves him morning, noon, and night. I can't get enough. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to explore me deeper and deeper until I'm climaxing around him.
Landon doesn't make it that easy for me–he wants me to work for it.
His cock slips out from my entrance and then he's lying on the bed and pulling my ass towards his mouth. He handles me like I weigh nothing as he adjusts me so I'm sitting on his face–him willingly suffocating between my ass cheeks. I'm looking down his long body at his large feet, and then he wraps one hand around my waist as the other lands on my upper back and pushes me forward so I'm bent over his body.
Landon parts the lips of my pussy with his fingers and then his talented tongue is tracing lines up and down my wet slit. He groans against me, consuming as much of me as he can, and the sensation causes a delicious tingle to spread through my southern region. I'm cold from the goose bumps that now cover my body, then I'm overheated with desire, then I no longer care because his tongue is on my clit and I can't think straight.
I'm holding myself up with my arms–his cock directly in front of me. He's fisting his length, masturbating as he devours my cunt. Watching him take care of himself while he's stirring a delicious orgasm to the surface of my pent-up body is an erotic experience. A drop of cum beads at the tip of his swollen cock and I have an overwhelming sensation to lick it off.
So I do.
Closing the distance between my parched mouth and his loaded cock, my thighs spread apart, smothering Landon with more of my pussy and he groans with appreciation. I suck the pink head of his cock between my parted lips. The brief taste of his salty cream has me craving more as I begin to take his length deeper and deeper down my throat. I balance myself with one hand and wrap my other hand around the base of his length, jacking him off at the same rhythm of my mouth. He moans incoherently against my clit, as his hand that he used to stroke himself has moved up to caress my tits. I momentarily forget what I'm doing, releasing the crown of his dick as I try to hold off my orgasm that's approaching too fast.
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