by Jenika Snow
What would it have hurt anyway? If that wedge had been put between us, it wouldn’t have mattered because we already had distance.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted,” he said and pulled away to look into my face. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”
My heart was in my throat. Quinn was a tough guy. I’d seen him on the ice, watched as he dominated it, took down the other team. Hell, if they hadn’t been forced to play against him, I knew they probably would have parted for him, just let him have his way. School was no different either.
But right here, right now, he was so open to me. He’d also been sweet and gentle with me, as if I might break, but right now, yeah, this was a side I’d never seen.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else, Isabel,” he said softly. “It’s only ever been you. I’ve wanted you in my life not just as my best friend, but as the girl I want to give every part of myself to. It’s you I want to own my virginity. It’s you I want to share my life with.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe after he spoke. I’d saved myself for him too, and although I’d never seen him with any girls, the truth was I’d never wanted to think too hard on it either. I’d never wanted to picture the guy I loved being physical with anyone but me.
But to know he was a virgin, that he’d saved himself for me, the same as I’d done for him, made my emotions rise up violently. I didn’t want to think anymore, didn’t want to worry about leaving or how hard it was going to be.
All I wanted to do was be with Quinn in the most basic of ways and show him how much I loved him by sharing my body.
Quinn
She was close to me already, but when she rose on her toes, pressed her chest to mine, and I felt the curved roundness of her breasts, my cock jerked something fierce. But it didn’t stop there, and as surprised as I was by her actions, I held her tightly.
She stared right in my eyes, both of us breathing the same air. My heart was beating like a freight train, and I felt my pulse slam hard against my skin. I wanted to kiss her, to have her in the ways I’d always dreamed of.
I might be a virgin, but I knew what I wanted to do with Isabel, and fuck, was it filthy.
But just as I was about to act on what I wanted, Isabel slammed her mouth against mine. At first, neither of us moved, but then I took control. I cupped the back of her head, tangled my fingers in her hair, and tilted her head so I could thrust my tongue in her mouth. I groaned this guttural sound, the flavor of her like nothing I’d ever tasted before.
I wrapped my other arm snuggly around her waist and used my strength to lift her off the ground a couple of inches, just holding her, loving that she was pressed all up against me. I knew she could feel my cock, and I wondered what she was thinking.
I stroked my tongue along hers, and when she pulled it farther into her mouth and bit down on it gently, I couldn’t help but thrust my cock deeper into her belly, digging the fucker into her softness.
“Be with me, Quinn.”
Holy. Fuck.
I froze after she murmured those words and broke the kiss to look down at her face. I set her on the ground, but kept my arm wrapped around her, wanting her close.
Her mouth was swollen and red, and a light sheen of salvia covered her lips. I felt so fucking possessive of her, and I couldn’t help but untangle my hands from her hair and run my finger over her bottom lip.
She parted her lips slightly, darted out her tongue, and ran it over the pad of the digit. “Be with me, Quinn,” she whispered again, and I felt my cock jerk. If the motherfucker could have spoken, he would have been growling his approval. I was all for being with Isabel, too, but I didn’t want to rush anything.
“Baby, I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this because you’re leaving. I’m not going anywhere.” I cupped her nape. “I told you, you’re mine and nothing will change that.”
She shook her head. “I’ve wanted to be with you like this for a long time. We’re alone, I love you, and it feels like the right time.”
God, I could have come right in my fucking jeans listening to her say these things to me. I wanted her, but I also wanted to make sure she wasn’t rushing anything because our emotions were raw and wild.
“Please, let’s make this a memory I can take with me when I have to go.”
Fuck, my heart broke, but I wasn’t about to say no either. I crushed her to me again, speared my hands in her hair, and kissed her until she was gasping for breath and clinging to me.
Turning us around, I walked us backward until the car stopped us from going farther. She had her back to the driver’s side window, and I curled my bigger body around hers, causing her to arch for me. Her breasts were more than a handful, but fit her slender body perfectly. My fingers itched to touch them, to unbutton her shirt, pull the sides apart, and just go to town massaging the globes.
“Touch me,” she whispered, as if she read my mind.
I was about to fucking come right in my jeans, no joke, but I needed to keep my cool. I might be a virgin, but I’d jerked off plenty of times to the image of Isabel in my head, enough that I had self-control down pretty damn well.
I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Before I undid her shirt, I ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again, swallowing the sound. Finally, I took a step back, clenching my hands into fists repeatedly as I watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the light pink blouse she wore.
“Please.” She whispered that word on a moan, and my fucking control snapped right in half.
I all but tore those little pearl buttons off, parted the material, and stared down at the white bra she wore. My mouth dry, the fucker in my pants throbbed. Hell, the bra wasn’t anything fancy, just cotton with a little lace detailing around the edges. But the fucking material was transparent, and I could make out the quarter-sized areolae. They were a darker red, and her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric.
“Christ, Isabel.” I dragged my gaze up and looked at her face. Pleasure was clear on her expression. I didn’t want to be crude or too rough, but I didn’t know if I could control myself to be tame. The truth was that jerking off and actually standing in front of Isabel, about to be with her, was really fucking different.
No shit.
“You look scared,” she said softly, and I breathed out slowly.
“I’m not scared, baby. I’m trying not to devour you.” When I opened my eyes, she made this little sound in the back of her throat. I wondered what I looked like to her.
“Maybe I want that.” Her words were heady, softly spoken, and told me exactly how much she wanted this.
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I wanted to be honest.
“I won’t ask you to stop.”
Good. God.
“Giving up your virginity doesn’t have to be with candles and sweet words.”
My throat tightened as she spoke.
“It can be raw and animalistic.”
Was this my Isabel, the sweet and softly spoken girl I was in love with?
“Is that how you want it from me, for our first time?” To be honest, it didn’t matter how I took Isabel for the first time. It wasn’t the how it happened, just the fact I was finally having her after all this time.
“I just want you.”
If that’s how she wanted it, hell, I’d give her so much she couldn’t handle it.
5
Isabel
My body was on fire, my skin prickled, and all I wanted was Quinn. The way he looked at me was crazy, possessive, and like he was about to tear right through his skin.
That’s about how I felt right now, like I couldn’t breathe unless I reminded myself to.
But I also thought he might be nervous, maybe thinking I only wanted this because of what was going on. Yes, this was pretty sudden after just saying what we’d said to each other, but this moment seemed perfect, and I didn’t want an
ything to fuck it up, not even worry that I didn’t want this.
“I want this. I want you,” I said again with more strength. I needed him to know that without a doubt, this was what I wanted.
He made this low sound deep within his chest, something akin to a growl, and then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth at my neck. He shifted slightly and I felt his erection digging into my belly: a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was wet, obscenely so, and I knew that before I finally felt him deep in me, I’d only be more soaked.
“Show me where you want me to touch you, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice a husky growl against the side of my throat.
My hands were shaking, but I lifted one of them, grabbed Quinn’s much larger hand, and slowly pushed it down between our bodies. He was breathing so hard, his warm breath moving along my skin, making me even more flushed. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I didn’t want slow, didn’t want romantic or gentle, even though maybe I should have for our first time. I wanted to be with Quinn, the guy I loved, and I didn’t care how it transpired as long as it happened right now.
I placed his hand on my lower belly and froze. I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.
“Do it, baby,” he whispered by my ear. “Show me where you want me.”
I pushed his hand lower, until it was right between my thighs. Could he feel how wet I was? Did he know that slight pressure of his palm on my pussy felt incredible?
He groaned and thrust his cock against my belly.
“You want me right here, baby?”
I nodded. This was so surreal, finally being with Quinn, but God, did it feel so right. He stated to rub his palm up and down, and despite the fact I wore jeans, I felt the electricity slam into me. My clit throbbed, like my heart was right there, beating rapidly. I didn’t want foreplay, didn’t want to take our time. I felt feverish and needy, and I wanted Quinn now.
I pushed him away, and he groaned. Lowering my gaze to the crotch of his pants, I saw the huge outline of his erection pressing against his jeans. God, he looked huge. I went for the button and zipper of my jeans, and once those were undone, I pushed the denim down my thighs.
He shook his head. “I should have you on a warm bed, Isabel, not out there in a field up against my car.”
“What does it matter as long as we are together?”
He groaned again. “You’re killing me here.” He reached down and palmed himself through his jeans.
“Let me see it,” I whispered, feeling so bold; I wasn’t acting like my shy self.
He didn’t move for a long while, but finally I heard his zipper going down and lowered my gaze to what he was about to show me.
When he pulled his cock out, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him. He had his palm wrapped around his dick and he stroked himself, his focus on my chest.
I wanted to touch it, to see if it was just as hard and smooth as it looked. Without thinking about it anymore, I walked the few steps to get to him, pushed his hand aside, and stared into his eyes.
“Touch me, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice husky.
I did just that. I wrapped my hand around his length and watched his eyes become hooded, his mouth slack. I started rubbing my palm up and down the big length. His cock was just as hard as it looked, and the skin was warm and smooth; I moved over the length easily.
“I’m about to fucking lose it, Isabel.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve already lost it for you, Quinn.”
And then he had me pulled close to him, had his mouth on mine, and fucked me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing to me at this moment. We backed up to the car, and I found myself leaning back against the hood. We made out for long seconds, but when he pulled away and stepped back, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even ask why he stopped. I heard gravel crunching under his feet and he walked away, and then I heard the trunk open and close. When he was beside me again, he helped me off the hood, spread the blanket he’d grabbed on the ground, and then he helped me down.
My back was against the soft blanket, and the hardness of Quinn’s body was over mine. This part of the ground he’d chosen was flat enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was so damn aroused I don’t think I would have fully felt any discomfort anyway.
The truth was I’d never imagined a specific experience that would be my first time. The only thing I ever saw was that it would be with Quinn.
This was going to happen right now, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect time or place.
I was meant to be with him.
6
Quinn
“Are you sure about this, Isabel?” I adjusted my much larger frame over the girl I loved more than anything else and braced my weight on my elbows beside her head. This wasn’t exactly where I thought she deserved to have her virginity taken, but just being with her was good enough for me. If this was what she wanted, it was hers.
“I’m more than sure,” she said, and arched her chest. Fuck, I was barely holding on to my sanity right now. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a steady constant at the tip of my cock.
Without talking about it anymore, I rose up to help her out of her shirt and bra, did the same with her panties and the pants that were pooled around her legs, and finished with getting myself naked. I had to admit being out in the middle of nowhere, with the star splattered sky above us, was romantic.
Her cheeks were tinged pink from her arousal, and her lips were swollen and glossy from our making out. I wanted to suck on the flesh, gently nibble on it, and make her come from that alone.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her. She was sweet and addictive, and I knew I’d never get enough. I placed my hand over her bared pussy and she arched, gasping out. “This is mine, Isabel.” The possessive side of me rose up like this fierce beast. I wanted her to know, to really fucking see what she did to me.
Her pussy was hot and wet, and when I ran my fingers through her slit, I had to pray I wouldn’t come before I was even inside of her.
I lifted enough so that I could look down at her face, and the way she looked up at me, so dreamy and needy, had me growing like some kind of fucking animal. My chest tightened and my cock jerked.
I heard her swallow and saw her throat work. And then she had her hand between our bodies, moving lower, over my abdomen, and causing my muscles to clench.
God, was she going to touch me again?
And then she was gripping me in her palm, and I hung my head and closed my eyes.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
She moved her hand up and down my length, paying attention to the crown. I knew she felt all the pre-cum, but her little sounds told me she liked it, liked I was so fucking worked up for her.
“You’re so hard.” Her voice was so very low and heated from her arousal.
Shit, she couldn’t say that kind of stuff to me, not unless she wanted me to blow my load before we even got started.
“I’m hard for you.” I opened my eyes. “Only you.”
After this night, I knew a lot of shit would come between us, but I was serious when I told her nothing would separate us. Even if we had to be apart for a year, I would come for her. I would come after her, because she was mine.
I leaned down again, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and just focused on making her feel good. Isabel moved her hand from between our bodies, gripped my biceps with her small hands, and dug her nails into my flesh. Fuck, but she felt so damn good.
Isabel opened her mouth wider, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her with slow sweeps of the muscle. With gentle licks on the inside of her mouth, I wanted to make her so ready for me there would me no resistance when I finally had my virgin cock in her virgin pussy.
The wet sound of our kiss filled my head, causing me to feel drunk, high … shit, all of the above. She panted
against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers. Gently, slowly, thrusting against her, my cock sliding through her soaked, slick cunt. God, I was losing my mind. My balls were drawn up to my body, and the need to just let go and come was pretty fucking strong. It was through sheer will alone—and the fact I wanted inside her so badly—that I was keeping it together.
I wanted us sweating, panting out in exertion as I claimed her, as she took my virginity, and I owned hers.
As I stared down at her breasts, my mouth watered at the sight of those red, hard nipples almost begging for me to suck on them. It overrode everything else in me. It was hard to go slow, take my time, and fully enjoy this while not rushing and giving her pleasure too. My body screamed to reach down and grab my cock, place it at her entrance, and pop her cherry at the same time I gave her mine.
I dipped my head low and dragged my tongue over one stiff peak, did the same thing to the other, and felt her jerk beneath me. That act had her pussy sliding up and down for a second on my cock, and I groaned. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked, her flavor sweet, addicting, and like nothing I’d ever had before. I could suck on her forever, just bathe myself in her scent and taste, but she was murmuring for more, to have me take her.
How could I deny my girl when I was being selfish in taking what I needed? I pulled back and watched as she licked her lips. I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became wet and red from the act.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
I leaned back and braced my hands on the blanket beside her. A bed would obviously be more comfortable, but if my girl was into it then this is how it would be.
I lowered my head and ran my gaze along her belly, over the top of her mound covered by trimmed darker hair, and stared at what she’d revealed.
“God,” I said and ran a hand over my mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous here.” I ran my finger down her slit, her body trembling for me.