by Jessa Eden
“I can see why. It’s beautiful,” I said, staring at the untouched beauty of the beach. “So what do you think about?”
He shrugged, looking out to the sea. “School, hockey...you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you’ve been driving me crazy.”
“I hope it’s the good kind of crazy.”
He turned toward me, his hungry gaze roving over my face. “The best.”
Leaning over, he cupped my cheek as we shared a tender kiss.
I ran my hand along his as we drew back. “You’re a special guy, Shepard.”
“You’re pretty special yourself, Sunshine,” he said, kissing me again.
We made out a little longer and then he put his arm around me as we watched the gentle waves rolling into shore. I laid my head on his shoulder and was quite content to stay there all night, but eventually, we moseyed back to the car.
“How did I do?” he asked as we approached the Mustang.
“Do I have to give you a grade for our first date?” I asked, amused.
“Yep.”
I shot him a coy smile. “Hmm… All I can say is you passed.”
His mouth opened in mock outrage. “Passed? I don’t get an A?”
“Would you like one?”
“Yes, I would.”
I stopped walking and threw myself into his arms. “How about an A plus?”
“Yeah, I would like that,” he said, nuzzling my nose. “What’s my prize for this A plus?”
“How about this?” I asked as I laid a soft kiss on him.
“More, please, Sunshine,” he said as his lips claimed mine.
“Yeah, you got it,” I breathed out as our mouths collided again, passion sizzling between us.
After that night, I was addicted to his touch. We made out between every class, after school, in his car. It got so bad, I started being late to class, and I didn’t care.
Our make out sessions grew hotter as we spent more time together.
“God, I want you,” he whispered one night, while we made out in his car.
The windows were steamy, our chemistry electric. My hormones were raging, but it was a big decision to have sex.
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I admitted as I pulled back.
Giving me a dashing grin that almost made me swoon, he said, “No pressure, Sunshine. But just say the word and I’m good to go.”
“’Kay.”
“Ready?”
I giggled at his enthusiasm. “You mean from the last time you asked me ten seconds ago?”
“Yeah,” he said, nibbling on my earlobe.
I laughed again. “No, still not there.”
“Just checking.”
I knew it was just a matter of time. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. So, I let nature take its course, and when I was ready, I let him know.
One Saturday afternoon in May as we watched TV in my apartment, I casually announced I was ready. Emma was at a friend’s house and it seemed like the perfect moment to take our relationship to the next level.
Beau’s eyes got wide, but he didn’t say anything as he grabbed my hand and made a beeline for my bedroom.
“Let’s do this,” he said, stripping down quickly to the black boxer briefs hugging his incredible body.
It was the first time I had ever seen a guy’s physique up close. He was beautiful with his lean frame, his muscles just starting to show. His tight stomach and the growing bulge in his briefs definitely had my attention.
“Wow, you’re all ready to go?” I asked, still standing in my jeans and pink T-shirt.
“Yep, I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time. Why don’t you show me yours?” he asked, tugging at my shirt.
“Okay,” I said, slowly unveiling my matching white bra and panties I had found on the clearance rack at JC Penney.
“Oh, my god, Sunshine. You’re so hot.” He eyed me hungrily, which made me feel sexy.
“Yeah?” I asked, wondering if my thick waist and curvy hips were too much for him to handle.
His reaction made me forget my hang-ups as he let his hot gaze flicker up and down my nearly naked body. “Oh, yeah. Get up here.”
Following his lead, I met him on my bed as we faced each other on our knees. We kissed, his whiskers rubbing hotly against my face as his fingers laced through mine. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin. He felt so different. Hard to my soft. His skin was rougher, but in a good way. I liked how we contrasted.
Beau ran his hands along my back and caressed me delicately, like I was a fragile doll. I shivered, goose bumps running down my spine as he traced his finger slowly down my left arm.
“Cold?” he asked.
“No, that just feels good.”
“You mean this?” he said, brushing his hand lightly across my collarbone.
“Yeah, I like that.”
“How about this?” His hand meandered down over my bra, grazing over my full right cup. “Will you take it off for me?” he asked as his finger ran along the lip of the smooth white material.
This was a big moment for me, actually getting naked in front of another person. I told myself to be brave and just do it. “Sure,” I whispered, staring into his sexy blue gaze.
Slowly, I unhooked my bra as I pulled at the straps and revealed myself.
“Oh, Sunshine.” He sucked in his breath as he took in my full chest. “So beautiful.”
His tone was so reverent; I knew I had made the right decision to have sex with him. We locked eyes as I silently dared him to touch me.
He approached my breasts like a piece of art as he grazed my right boob tenderly, sending shockwaves through my body. A moan escaped out of my throat; I had never felt anything so exquisite.
“Feel good, huh?” he asked, passion in his voice.
“Yes, more, please,” I begged.
Flames licked at my body and I was too excited to wait for him to give me what I wanted. Without warning, I grabbed his other meaty hand and put it on my left breast.
“Touch me,” I moaned, covering his hands with mine, showing him the tender, yet dirty way I needed to be caressed.
He stared, transfixed by my wanton move. Slowly, he mimicked the way I gently squeezed his hands against my boobs. He caught on quickly, taking over the pleasurable task. He was a natural and my body opened under his gentle kneading.
I was seriously hooked on the way he played with my boobs as he bent over and let his tongue flick over one nipple and then the other. I cried out as he greedily latched on, my body surging with pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” I breathed out as I arched back, running my hands through his thick hair and down his back as he raised his head, kissing me again.
“God, you make me hard. Touch me,” he pleaded as he dragged my hand down his defined torso.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I bravely dipped my hand below the elastic of his black waistband, eager to find what awaited me. He hissed as my fingers gently wrapped around his hard penis, which was thick and long.
I was very curious. “Can I see it?” I asked as I explored his cock with my hand.
“Yeah.” He pushed down his boxer briefs and his penis popped up, hanging heavily between his legs and jutting out proudly.
“Wow,” I gushed.
“You like?”
“I do,” I said, taking in his size, “but it’s so big. I’m not sure it’s going to fit.”
“Oh, it will fit,” he declared confidently.
I was just going to have to trust him. “I hope you’re right. You’ll be gentle, right?” I asked, searching his heated gaze.
A sexy smile spread over his ruggedly handsome face. “Absolutely, Sunshine. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m dying to get inside you.”
I liked the way he sounded so desperate for me.
“I can see that.” I ran my finger along the top of his swollen hard-on again as he sucked in his breath.
“Don’t touch me. I’m not gonn
a last if you do.” His glance was tortured.
“Then let’s get to it. I’m ready,” I announced, lying back against my pillow as I shimmied out of my panties and threw them on the floor.
“Holy shit, Sunshine! I can’t believe how sexy you are...Jesus!”
“Well, come join me,” I said as he ran his hand along my slit, provoking all kinds of delicious feelings within my body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he confessed as he settled between my legs, careful not to smother me with his full body weight.
We kissed again as our bodies naturally came together. I instinctually opened my legs more as his cock found my entrance and pushed gently between my nether lips. I groaned and pressed my hips up...wanting more of what he was offering.
“So wet...so wet.” He closed his eyes as he moved slowly up and down my slit.
The anticipation was too much to bear. I grabbed his face, so our eyes met. “I’m so ready, Shepard. I want you to be my first.”
“Are you sure?” he asked sweetly, his blue eyes full of concern.
“Yep. Make it happen, Shepard,” I said, wanting to give him this gift.
His penis lined up with my hole and pushed against the resistance of my hymen as I cried out.
He stopped, afraid he was hurting me. “Are you okay?” he grunted out.
I just wanted to get this part over with. “Please,” I managed breathlessly, “keep going.”
He pierced me all the way then, the pain taking my breath away as we both gasped.
“Just wait a sec,” I panted, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
His cock pulsed inside me and I knew it was a fight for him to control himself.
“Okay,” I breathed out as the pain subsided after a few seconds. “You can move.”
He pulled out and pushed in, his penis feeling strange and wonderful as I braced myself against his movements. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him, wanting to keep him buried inside me.
“Oh shit, Marla, so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned out.
“Do you like that?”
“Hell, yeah.”
I did it again, watching his face contort in pleasure. “God, I’m not gonna last long with you doing that. You feel too good!” he let out as he established a quick rhythm.
As he sped up and his hips moved against mine hungrily, the dull ache I had been feeling suddenly blossomed into pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely, our mouths imitating our bodies. I held on tight, welcoming him in, enjoying the new intimacy we were sharing.
“Keep going,” I moaned as he arched, driving into me deep.
“I’m not going to last!...Ooh shit!” He unloaded inside of me, his grunts of pleasure roaring in my ears. He shuddered in my arms and collapsed on top of me as I hugged him tight.
“Wow,” he said, rolling to the side of me. “Was it good for you?”
“Yeah, it was nice.”
“Nice?” he asked.
“Yeah, it felt good,” I explained.
“You didn’t come?”
I knew what he meant, having discovered the joy of touching myself when I was fourteen.
“No,” I supplied honestly with a smile, trying to soften the blow to his ego.
He smiled that cocky, lopsided grin. “Then we gotta go again. Give me ten minutes.”
Gotta love his confidence. “Okay. But can I ask you something while we’re waiting?” I asked.
“Sure.”
“Have you ever done this before?” I questioned as I turned toward him.
“I have now.” Victory was in his gaze.
“You’re telling me I was your first?”
“Yep, Sunshine. My very first.”
I ran my hand down his forearm. “Wait, this whole time, you acted like you got lucky all the time and you’ve never done it before?”
“Well, that was true twenty minutes ago. Now, my virginity is history.”
“So you don’t know any more than me?”
“Is that a challenge to find out?”
“Maybe. You ready to go again?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m ready to rock your world,” he said, reaching for me.
We rolled toward each other as our mouths collided. Soon, our bodies joined and Beau went all out, doing his best to hold back while my body found its rhythm. His hands intertwined with mine as a blissful pressure built inside me, my body exploding as I came hard around his rigid cock.
“Oooh!” I cried out as I crashed over the edge.
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Beau howled in triumph.
I fell back, limp as a noodle, every sign of tension gone. “I’ll take more of those, please.”
“Anytime, Sunshine,” he said, basking in my pleasure.
I didn’t know sex could be like that.
Primal.
Dirty.
It was a revelation and I wanted more. Beau was a fantastic lover, tender, but strong, sensual, and forceful. I couldn’t get enough of him.
We were bunny rabbits after that night. Doing it anywhere we could find space. The greenhouse at school. In his car. In my apartment when Emma wasn't around. Everywhere.
I jumped in with both feet, ready to follow that man anywhere.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Beau:
I didn’t like clutter.
For my bedroom, I chose a minimal design. Bed. Couch. TV. Like any other guy, I liked watching SportsCenter before I went to bed.
My closet, on the other hand, was a vast room of organization and color. My valet had designed it so every article of clothing I owned had a specific place. I didn’t even know where half my shit was, but he did.
Standing by the large island in the middle of my closet, I stripped off my tie after a long day. It was a rare night off for me. I just wanted to unwind, but that was before my phone vibrated with a text that demanded my attention.
Want me to come over?
I’d love to see you.
Cassandra.
Wrapped in pretty packaging, she had a flawless body and long, dark straight hair flowing over her shoulders. I’d met her at Scorch awhile back and we regularly hooked up.
I was in the mood, so I texted her back.
Yeah.
When she showed up, she was dressed in a tan overcoat. Blessed with olive skin, she was exotic and worldly with big, dark eyes hardened by experience, not gentle and soft like Marla’s.
“Hey, Beau,” she cooed, walking in, running her pink fingernail along my collar.
I tugged on the sash of her jacket. “What have you got for me?” I asked, not wanting to spend any time on small talk.
“Something amazing,” she said, whipping her coat open, revealing she was wearing a sheer black bra and matching panties.
“Nice,” I said, shooting her an appreciative stare, as I took in her long, flat torso, high tits, and heart-shaped face.
Her body was gorgeous, perfect in every way.
Any man would love to worship at her altar.
But she didn’t move me.
Don’t get me wrong, she eased the ache for a little while.
But I wouldn’t remember being with her, five minutes after I was done.
That never used to bother me.
Now, for some reason, it did.
“You want me to dance for you?” she asked as I took a seat on the couch in my room, drinking a scotch.
“Sure.”
She switched on the iPod as “Bang, Bang” came roaring out of the speakers. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked toward the white couch I was sitting on. I tried to stay interested as I studied the rhythmic movements of her slightly rounded hips.
She gave a few more gyrations, spreading her thighs as she climbed on top of me. “You want it, baby?”
“Sure.” Her warm hand pressed right under the collar of my button down shirt as she rubbed her fingers back and forth.
She leaned in, giving me a kiss as her body writhed up and down, my cock finally sh
owing some interest. I held her hips in my hands as our bodies moved together. It felt good, but it was all so routine.
With Marla, it had never been routine. Everything had been spontaneous and right with her. She never hid her feelings, reactions, or opinions. She’d just let it out for the world to hear. I had loved that about her.
Cassandra kissed my collarbone as she dropped low between my legs. Her hand found my belt buckle as I focused on some of my best memories.
Back in high school, my dick was hard every five seconds. I’d shoot and reload in ten minutes, hell in five. I couldn’t get enough of Marla. I’d wanted her day and night.
One night while Emma was at the movies with Ms. Adelaide and we were supposed to be studying for finals, I wanted to fool around.
“I want to show you something,” I announced as I went over to my backpack, hanging on a chair in her bedroom.
“What is it?” she asked, looking up from her notes.
I handed a book to her. “The Kuma Sutra.”
“The what?” she asked, studying the front of the heavy book.
“The Kuma Sutra. It is an ancient Indian text about love and sex.”
She flipped it open. “Wow. This is kind of wild,” she said, studying the different drawings of figures getting into sexual positions she had never seen before.
“I took this from my dad’s study. I thought we might try some of it out.”
“You mean this one?” She pointed to a picture with a woman standing on her head and a man standing over her holding her legs up as he drilled her.
“Well, maybe not that one,” I turned to a page I had marked. “But how about this one?” I said pointing to a position where the woman held her legs back as the man entered her. “It’s supposed to make for extra deep penetration.”
“Hmm,” she said, glancing through the book.
Taking advantage of the situation, I slid behind her and wrapped my arms around her tummy. She leaned against me as she gazed at the different figures.
“Whatcha think?” I asked against her ear.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“Keep looking,” I said, nuzzling her neck.
“Do you like that one?” I asked as I let my hand travel up her torso.