by Vivian Wood
I shiver as I move closer, feeling like I’m under a microscope. He narrows his eyes and runs a single fingertip across my collarbone, down under the remaining strap of my slip. He draws the strap off of my shoulder, and then rolls the top of the slip down until my pink nipples are exposed to the air.
“I’ve imagined this a hundred times,” he says absently, his eyes fixed on my nipples. “But there is no comparison to the way you actually taste.”
He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.
“Ahh!” I gasp. “You can do it harder.”
He smirks, looking up at me. “Permission noted.”
Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.
He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips, bunching up my slip. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning when he finds that I am bare underneath the slip.
He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties. Do you know how much that turns me on?”
I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”
He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock through his unbuttoned jeans. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.
I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his denim-clad cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck, using my hair as a tool to move my head to his liking. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Fuck!” I cry. “Jameson—”
He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off of his lap. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and starts to peel his jeans off.
“Clothes off,” he commands. I instantly obey, starving for more of what I know he’s going to give me. Lifting my arms over my head, I raise the slip up and over my head.
When I get the slip off, I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Jameson, completely naked. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proud out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.
He cocks his head for a second, holding something up. A condom. He crinkles the wrapper, tearing it, and rolls it on like a pro. I’m on an IUD, so I don’t really need the condom, but it’s very much appreciated.
He climbs onto the bed, dragging me down to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.
I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His scruff tickles in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.
Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closed his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue.
I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.
He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it’s going to fit inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.
Jameson glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, Em.”
I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.
He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet. Maybe due to his size, or maybe due to the fact that I’ve never been penetrated before.
When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.
I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Jameson.
I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.
“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Emma. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”
He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.
I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.
Jameson suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”
His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.
The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.
An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really J’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.
He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.
“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”
And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.
He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…
Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?
Whatever else, I feel thoroughly deflowered. I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. I’m trying to figure out how to ask him to stay, but he just lies there, stroking my arm, not seeming to be
in any rush to leave.
My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.
“Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.
I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”
He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you, didn’t I?”
I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.
It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.
16
Jameson
I fuck Emma three more times in the early hours of the morning, before I finally sleep a little. I didn’t intend to fall asleep in her bed, but I’ll admit to drowsing for a good couple of hours. After we fucked like a couple of horny teenagers, it was sort of inevitable.
When I wake up, I open my eyes to find Emma cuddled up against me. I look down at her sleeping face, and I have to take a breath. Emma is fucking gorgeous, not that I didn’t already know that.
Her dark hair is fanned out away from her face, her nose just a little upturned, with a spray of delicate freckles. Her eyes are closed, long lashes resting lightly on her cheeks. Even asleep, her pouty lips are seductive, pulling me toward her face. Her brow is furrowed, like she’s worried about something.
Looking down at her naked body, I can’t help my response. The gentle slope of her ribs, the rise of her hips. Her beautiful fucking tits. And christ, those legs… just looking at them makes me remember them wrapped around my body while I thrust my cock into that amazing pussy of hers over and over again. I get a hard-on, a full blown one.
I try my best not to wake her as I slip my arm out from where it supports her head, but she stirs. Opening her eyes a little, she fuzzily focuses on me as I get dressed.
“You’re going?” she asks softly, still mostly asleep.
Yeah, this is usually why I avoid sleeping over at a girl’s place. I don’t like answering all the questions that come after sex. In my experience, this is only the first of many questions to come. I sigh.
“Yeah,” I say, pulling my pants on. “I should get back to my place.”
“Mmm,” she says, yawning. “It is almost dawn.”
I give a look. “Yeah. I guess so.”
Emma sits up a little more, pulling a blanket over herself. “Well… um… thanks, I guess. I doubt that anyone has ever lost their virginity so… passionately.”
I freeze with my t-shirt halfway over my head. I definitely thought I heard her say virginity, but clearly I must be hearing things. I pull the shirt down over my head, frowning intensely at her.
“I’m sorry?”
She blushes. “I just mean… thanks for making my first time… special. You know, not in an alley, or whatever.”
I don’t surprise easily, but my mouth kind of hangs open for a second. I find it hard to speak. “I… I don’t…”
Her brows rise. “You didn’t… you’re saying you didn’t know?”
Jesus christ. Now the fact that I tried to have her in the alley behind Cure seems double extra trashy. I cringe as I think of how rough I was with her, every single time.
Fuck, is she thanking me as some sort of joke at my expense? I honestly don’t even know.
“You could have told me,” I grit out, grabbing my leather jacket off the floor. “Warned me, or whatever.”
“I didn’t think… I mean, I thought—” she stammers.
Fuck, Asher’s going to kill me. If he wasn’t going to before, he’s definitely going to now. And what am I supposed to do with Emma now that I’ve taken her v card?
I know that I’m expected to do more than just leave her here, but it’s too much pressure. I can’t think like this. I have to get the fuck out of here, now.
“Whatever.” I open her door, rushing out. Yeah, I’m that much of a coward. I leave without another word.
“Wait, Jameson…” she calls after me.
But I’m gone. I turn the corner, open her front door, and slam it behind me. I’m pissed, but not at Emma. I’m furious with myself, mostly. And a little with Asher, for good measure.
In the early light of dawn, I get outside of Emma’s house and stomp over to my Jeep. I get in, but I don’t start the car. I just sit for a minute, staring at the little bungalow. The sun is creeping up to the treetops, warming up the ancient blue paint on the eaves and casting long shadows across the sandy lawn.
For the life of me, I can’t forget the look on her face when she told me I was her first. What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
Is it really possible to believe that I took Emma’s virginity? I try to think back, to remember any serious boyfriends she’s had… but I come up with nothing. As far as I can remember, she hasn’t had a real relationship… ever.
Fuck. That’s just great. Not only did I break Asher’s rule about not having sex with Emma… but I’m the only one she’s ever even been with.
I bang my hand on the steering wheel a few times, angry with myself. I know I’m not a grubby teenager anymore, but I still feel like I’m a dirty kid from a bad part of town whenever I think dirty thoughts about Emma.
I’m about to turn on my car and drive away, but at the last second, I see Emma emerge from her house. She’s dressed in a fuzzy pink bathrobe and all but flashing anyone who has the good fortune to be looking. She spots me in my car, and makes a beeline straight for me.
I’ve never seen the expression she’s wearing before, but if I had to guess, I’d say I am in trouble. Sitting back, I watch her approach. She doesn’t ask anything before she pulls the passenger door open, probably flashing half the neighborhood as she climbs into my Jeep.
For a second we both just sit there, silent. I try to read her face, but I come up empty.
“So…” she says, looking down at her robe. She strokes the bottom of it a bit. “You probably could’ve handled that better, Jameson.”
I look off into the gently rising sun. “And you probably could’ve told me before we fucked.”
She studies me. I can feel her eyes on my face, but I can’t bring myself to look at her just yet. I’m ashamed of myself, of how I took her virginity. I’m especially embarrassed of how rough I was with her.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. And honestly, I kind of thought you knew. Like, who would I have given it to?”
She sounds a little puzzled. I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. I look at her. “I don’t know. I just… I would’ve done things way, way differently if I’d known.”
Emma purses her lips. “I feel like if we’d talked about it back at the bar, you wouldn’t have even come over.”
I groan aloud. “Yeah, you’re probably right. You realize how many ways Asher is going to murder me if he finds out that I popped his little sister’s cherry?”
She pulls a face. “I swear, if I hear one more thing about how I am Asher’s sweet, innocent younger sister, I’m going to scream. You guys infantilize me too much.”
I raise a brow. “Come again?”
“You guys treat me like I’m a little kid!” she protests. I can hear the frustration in her voice. “I’m twenty four years old. And I’m in law school. I might not have as much life experience as you, but I’m a real, actual adult. I am capable of making my own decisions, without my parents or my brother speaking for me.”
I can see how upset she’s getting. I reach out for her automatically, like I’ve been comforting her for years. My arm slips around her, and I draw her closer. It’s meant to be a one armed hug, but she misunderstands. She sort of launches herself at me, laying her lips on mine.
And I’m ashamed to admit, I kiss her back. Even while I’m beating myself up over the night before, I still feel a special kind of weakness when it comes to Emma. It’s the same weakness that brought me to her house last night.
When the kiss ends, I look at Emma. She’s got the wispy bits
of hair that defy her bun. I take a moment to smooth one back. She grabs my hand, very insistent. She looks at me, her green eyes intently scanning my face.
“Are things going to be weird between us?” she says. “I mean, I still want to learn to surf. And you still have a lot of studying to do. Can we just… still do that?”
I take a deep breath. I can’t say no to that. Not with her in my arms, asking me like the question will make or break her day.
I nod slowly. “We can do that.”
“Okay.” She scoots out of my embrace. “So… I guess I’ll see you later, then?”
“Uh huh.” I squint into the distance, uncomfortable.
She gets out of the Jeep, closing the door. She stops, then hangs her head in the open side.
“Thanks again. For… you know, unwittingly taking my v card. It was really, really fun.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I just incline my head. She turns and heads back into her house. I can’t help but check out the way that her ass cheeks hang out of her bathrobe as she scurries up the steps to her porch.
Damn. I literally had sex four times in the last seven hours, but I’m still scoping her out like a lovelorn teenager. I shake my head as I start my Jeep, and put it in drive.
17
Emma
I’m in my last final exam, scribbling the last answer down. I grin foolishly at the finished paper in front of me. I’m done with it, done with the class. Actually, I’m done with all my classes now, as of this moment.
I’m so happy that I actually skip up to the front of the room, dropping my final exam in the basket on the desk. Dr. Smith looks up from his New York Times.
“Finished?” he asks.
“All done.” From the pile of papers underneath mine, I can see that I’m not the first. But given that there are twenty more people still taking the exam, I’m not the last one either.
“You may go,” he says, already turning his attention back to the arts section of the paper.