by London Hale
“Oh God,” she said, practically moaning her words. “That is so…sweet.”
“Sweet?” I scoffed, shaking my head. This tattoo was the furthest thing from sweet. Me getting it? Even worse. “It’s depraved, Eve. Even while I was sitting in the chair getting you permanently inked on me, I knew I shouldn’t be. But I didn’t care. You make me lose my fucking mind.”
“Then we’re even, because I’ve been lost over you for too long.” She arched into me, pulling me closer.
Hearing her say the words had me frozen in place. Eve was a smart, methodical girl. I knew this wasn’t just a passing thing for her. Still, I wanted to know what too long meant to her. “How long?”
“Remember the white bikini?”
I groaned, resting my forehead against the curve of her neck. “How can I forget it? You visit me wearing it every time I sleep.” Then a thought hit me and I pulled back, narrowing my eyes at her. “Did you plan that?”
She bit her lip, looking like the sweetest temptation. “I wanted to see if you’d notice me as more than some little girl.”
I didn’t know whether to be pissed at her or thankful. She’d put me in an uncomfortable situation—one I never could’ve given in to…one I never would’ve given in to. Not when she was underage. But if she hadn’t done it, I didn’t know if we’d be here now, with her under me and about five seconds from being naked.
“That’s fucked up, Eve. You know that, right?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged, not looking the least bit remorseful. “But it got us here, didn’t it?”
“I can’t be mad at anything you do if it ends with you naked in my bed.”
“Looks like you’ve still got some work to do on the naked part,” she said, hooking her leg over my ass and trying to tug me down to settle between her spread thighs.
I brushed my lips over the hard point of her nipple through the material of her dress. “You trying to get me to press my cock against you right now?”
She whimpered, her teeth digging into her lip as she stared up at me, that leg never ceasing its pull. I wanted to do so many things to her, wanted to strip her down and see what she had hiding under this scrap of material.
“If you want me to fuck you, you need to use the words. I don’t want you to be embarrassed with me. You don’t ever have to be.”
She studied me for long moments, her eyes darting between mine, her hands restless against my chest. Her breaths came in short bursts, but still, she just stared, like she was working up the courage to say the words.
Then finally, finally, she said, “I'm not embarrassed. I want this. I want you.” She paused, licked her lips, and locked her eyes with mine. “I want you to fuck me, Nathan.”
There was something so freeing about admitting to Nathan exactly what I wanted. And though I’d never thought I’d use a word like fuck to describe such an act, saying it felt good. It felt right. Because it was what he wanted to hear.
“Shit,” Nathan hissed, all breathy and rough. He rolled his hips into mine, grinding hard against all the right spots, making me groan and grab for him. “I’m gonna fuck you so good. So good. By the time we’re done, my name’s going to be the only word you remember.”
Oh God. No one had ever talked to me like that, but I loved it. Loved the way his filthy words made me feel, made me want. I kissed him once, tangling my tongue with his before he tore himself away.
“Need a taste, baby.” Nathan’s mouth burned a trail down my neck, his touch soft as he brushed his lips against my skin. As he tasted me. The neckline of my dress didn’t stop him from sinking farther. He kept kissing, blowing hot air through the fabric and warming my skin in a way that made me shiver. Teasing me in the worst way. I wanted his mouth on me, wanted to feel him without the fabric between us. But he just kept going, kept sucking, kept breathing. All the way until he reached the fullest part of my breast. With his hand on the underside, he brought his mouth down on my nipple. Sucking. Pulling fabric and flesh into his mouth, using his teeth until I gasped and arched into him.
“Nathan.” I choked as he gave me one more tease before he pulled away.
"These tits have haunted me since your birthday party last year. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the outline of your nipples through those tiny white triangles." He fell silent long enough for me to look down, to seek him out. His eyes burned into mine as he brought his hand up, running a finger along the neckline of my dress. "I kept wondering if they tasted as good as they looked."
I couldn’t look away, didn’t even want to blink as he tugged down the neckline of my dress. The tension pulled my straps, tightening the fabric along my back and shoulders almost to the point of pain. I didn’t wince, though. Didn’t try to stop him. I wanted this as much as he did.
Almost in slow motion, Nathan leaned down, following the white fabric as it descended along my skin. The scruff on his chin scratched along the top of my breast like a warning. A dark sky over flat waters, the possibility of a storm kicking up almost a certainty. I wasn’t going to head for cover, though. I’d wanted to be in the middle of it, wanted to feel the wind and the wet of Nathan’s tempest, to dance with the thunder and let the lightning crash along my skin. I’d wanted it, and I was about to have it.
Nathan’s storm started as many did. Not with a bang or a crash, not with a violent crest that incited the fury. No, his started with a single raindrop—a light, wet kiss right on the tip of my nipple. Once. Twice. Three times. He added his tongue, his eyes staying on mine as he licked me. I held tight to the pillow, watching him. Hungry for him.
He opened his mouth, and I locked down my body. Every muscle clenched as he inched lower, as he brought his lips to my breast. As he pulled my nipple into his mouth and sent sparks of sensation flying through my body with one long, hard suck.
“Shit.” I bit my lip to keep from screaming his name.
“Your skin tastes like fucking apples, Eve. So sweet.” Nathan groaned against me, rolling to his side as he inched lower. His hands were warm and gentle as they ran up my thighs, taking the skirt of my dress with them. I grabbed the pillow under my head and held on, watching him. Waiting for whatever he was planning to do to me. Every inch of my skin on fire, my pussy wet, and my heart racing. This would be no awkward, fumbling, teenage grope session. I could tell just by the look in Nathan’s eyes as he tugged at the sides of my panties.
“Cute,” he said, dragging a finger just under the lace trim of my white cotton panties, never quite touching where I needed it. “Perfect.”
I waited for him to take them off, to tug them right down my legs so he could see all of me. But Nathan had other plans. He teased me through the fabric, letting the storm brew a little longer, letting it build.
With every pass, he practically killed me. Never directing his touch to where I wanted it the most. Never giving me what I craved. Instead, he teased. Drawing along my cotton-covered pussy, avoiding my clit in a way that had to be intentional. I arched and twisted, seeking more, but his weight on my one leg locked me into place, leaving me unable to do much more than whine and crave and soak the cotton covering me.
“Nathan, please.”
He hummed, dropping his mouth between my legs and pressing a light kiss over me. “I like it when you beg me. I think I want to hear more of it.”
“Nathan—” I jerked as he pressed a knuckle over my clit. One fleeting touch, then he pulled away.
“How many boys have touched you here?” he asked, running two fingers over me again. “Just the shithead, or were there more?”
I arched my back, my leg shaking. “More. Just…one more.”
His dark eyes held mine, his jaw clenched. God, he looked positively feral in that moment. Aroused and pissed at the same time. His thumb pressed hard as it ran all the way up the length of my pussy, flicking over my clit in a way that made me jump.
“How many men have touched you here?”
“What?” I gasped as he bit along my hip bone, such a deep, delicious
, and dirty thing for him to do. It was a claiming move. An ownership bite. And I loved it. “None. No men. The only man is you.”
“A boy wouldn’t know how to treat this, Eve. Wouldn’t know what you needed to get off. Wouldn’t be able to draw it out until you were begging for it.” He worked his thumb along my clit, finally giving me the pressure I’d been wanting. What I’d been needing. But before I could find a rhythm that would take me where I wanted to go, he pulled his hand away, leaning instead to rub his nose over me. "Did you let anyone taste this sweet pussy?"
Jealous Nathan was so damn hot. “No. Never.”
I could have sworn he chuckled. "No, that's just for me, isn't it? I'm gonna be the only man who knows what this heaven tastes like. Who knows what it feels like when you come around my tongue."
“Only you,” I whispered, tilting my hips as he pulled the fabric covering me to the side. The heat of his fingers, the roughness of his skin dragging against mine, added a whole other layer to the sensations. The feel of him so alive and hot against me with nothing in between us set my mind spinning and put my body on alert.
“Only me,” he whispered before running his fingers over my pussy again. This time, Nathan found a pattern to his movements, pushing me higher and higher as I chased that feeling. That sense of falling I knew only came from the peak of pleasure. Rubbing, sliding, breathing hard against my clit, he teased me with a single finger he pushed just barely inside. I jerked and moaned, rocking my hips, trying for more. Wanting that sensation of being filled by him.
Thankfully, Nathan gave it to me. He slipped a finger inside, pressing his thumb against my clit as I cried his name. My body tensed, my muscles readying for what was coming. Even my pussy locked down, squeezing his finger with a preorgasmic spasm that made him grunt. Made him attack my clit with his lips and tongue like a man starving for me. And maybe he was, because I’d been starving for him, too.
His tongue, his finger, the sense of it being Nathan between my legs. All of it combined to throw me right into the worst of the storm without a moment to catch my breath. I’d never come with any part of someone else inside of me, so it took me by surprise how much I liked it. How full I felt with a single finger inside. How complete.
A tornado of sensation washed over me as my orgasm hit, leaving me breathless and trembling. Nathan didn’t let up for a second, pushing and teasing as he led me through to the other side. As he dragged every quiver out of me until I was a breathless, sagging mess. Completely wrung out from him.
“So beautiful when you come,” Nathan said before leaning to place a kiss on my clit again. I jerked, twisting slightly, becoming even more aware of his finger inside of me. “You did good with one finger, but we're gonna need to work three in before you're ready to take my cock, aren't we, baby?"
I took a shaky breath in, trying to think. To make sense of his words. To function at all instead of simply dying inside. “I’ve used three.”
He hummed, looking from my pussy to my face and back. “My fingers are a lot thicker than yours. We’re gonna stretch this pussy out good, aren’t we? Make sure you can take all of me.” He leaned down and licked a long line all the way up my slit, making me shudder. His words puffed against me as he asked, “What about toys?”
I shrugged, the burn of my blush making me acutely aware of just how disheveled I had to be. My dress up under my arms, my panties shoved over to one side. “I have one, but I prefer my fingers. Always felt more real. Or what I assumed was real.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, looking like a man about to win the lottery. He slipped his finger from my body and tugged my panties off. I lifted a leg to help him, but he was still partially lying on my other one, which created a barrier. And an opportunity.
The white cotton of my panties rested across my knee, hanging down like a flag of surrender. Nathan’s eyes stayed locked on that fabric as if it were some sort of signal. A sign. But that wasn’t what I wanted him to focus on. So I let my knees fall open as he watched me, as he looked at the most secret part of me. His gaze carried a weight with it, a sensation that sent shivers shooting through my body. Every inch of me was ready for him. His touch, his lips, his gaze. I was his. Completely.
Let the storm come. I was ready for it.
Needing him to make his move, craving more from him, I bit my lip and rocked my leg until the fabric dropped lower. Until I bared myself to him. And then I smiled.
“Only you, remember?”
That did it. Nathan rolled over me with a growl, surrendering. He bit my thigh and thrust his fingers inside me like a man possessed. Two at first while his tongue tormented my clit, but as I bucked and gasped, as I moaned and cursed and grabbed hold of any part of him where my hands could find traction, he added a third. Stretching me. Filling me. Making me want to come in the worst way.
“Fuck, so hot.” He pressed his thumb against my clit and worked his hand in a rocking motion. “You always get this wet?”
“No,” I groaned, the sound cut off when he ran his finger along a place inside me that made my entire body jolt. He chuckled and did it again. And again. Torturing me with every thrust.
When I was almost there, clenching and crying out and desperate for release, he leaned down and placed his lips around my clit. Pressed his fingers deeper as he gave me two small licks. And then he suckled me.
I didn’t stand a chance.
“Jesus,” he hissed against me as my body finally arched over that precipice, as my muscles clenched down and milked his fingers. “You're going to strangle my cock, aren't you? It's gonna be heaven and hell, all rolled up in your sweet pussy.”
I couldn’t answer him, too caught up in the pleasure of my release. But I could reach for him, tug him by the shoulders up my body so I could wrap my legs around his hips and feel his hard cock against my still-trembling pussy.
“Please,” I whispered as I leaned up to press my lips to his. “I need you. Please.”
And like any person watching for an oncoming storm over the horizon, I saw the flash of what was about to happen in his eyes just before the rumble of the earth rocked us.
This was going to be a good one.
I couldn’t believe I was here. That Eve was spread out on my bed, nearly naked and flushed. Her pretty tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her pussy swollen and glistening and so fucking ready to take my cock.
If I took even a minute to consider what would happen if I went through with this—when I went through with this…when I finally gave in to what my body’d been pushing me toward for a year—I may never. So instead I blocked it out, forced it to the back of my mind, and focused only on the gorgeous girl in front of me, begging me to fuck her.
“You still on birth control?” I asked as I stood from the bed, unbuttoning my jeans before yanking them off. I could barely get the words out, but I needed to know. There was no way I was going to fuck up her future because I was an impatient, selfish asshole. She had too much promise to be tied down with a baby right out of high school because of a moment of indiscretion. But the thought of being inside her bare, of having my come inside her all day—fuck. I clenched my jaw hard and willed away the orgasm that had been bubbling under the surface since the first taste of her on my tongue.
Her wide eyes met mine, then she gave a subtle nod. “How—how did you…”
“Your dad. Do you know how hard it was for me to sit there and try to console him over his baby girl going on the pill? Especially when all I wanted to do was hunt down every little bastard who’d had the pleasure of fucking you and kill them with my bare hands.”
“It wasn’t for them,” she said. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted this way. I dreamed of us like this.”
“I shouldn’t want you,” I said as I climbed onto the bed with her, pushing her dress over her head while I nipped at every inch of skin I could get to. Licked a circle around her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. “I’ve tried so hard to stay away. I’ve tried to fuck you out
of my head, but I can’t. You’re still there, with your sexy as fuck lips, your perky little tits, and that tight ass, every goddamn time. I haven’t slept with anyone in nine months because it wasn’t helping. None of them were you.” I brushed my lips along her jaw, stroked my tongue against the shell of her ear while she shifted under me. “And now you’re telling me I’m going to be the first man in this pretty little pussy?” I fisted my cock and dragged it along her slit, her eyes fluttering closed in response and a moan falling from her lips. “You’re going to make me lose my fucking mind, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around me, hitching her leg over my hip. Trying to get closer. Trying to get me inside. This girl was a fucking tiger on a leash. So much restrained passion.
I couldn’t wait to set her loose.
“The first,” she said, her heel digging into my ass. “The only.”
“Oh fuck.” I groaned and sank inside an inch, closing my eyes and holding her restless hips against the mattress with a firm hand. “Eve. You can’t say shit like that. I’m going to take you like an animal if you keep it up, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
She clawed at my back, trying to work herself up onto my cock. Her breath caught as I sank in another inch. I was barely inside at all, and already she was like a vise around me. “I already popped my cherry with a toy. I don’t care if you take me like an animal. I just want you to take me.”
I growled low in my throat, nipping at her full bottom lip. “Let’s get one thing straight, baby—a toy didn’t take your cherry. That’s all mine.” And then I pushed inside more, her gasping breath the only sound she made. I watched her face as I worked myself deeper, in and out, in and out.
It was an exercise in restraint, wanting nothing more than to claim her, shove my cock in so far, she wouldn’t know where she ended and I began, but knowing I needed to go slow to make it good for her. I closed my eyes and focused on her breath, the feel of her pussy squeezing me as I tried to settle in as deep I could get. She was so fucking tight, it was like fighting my way into a closed fist.