by Harper James
“Sasha…” Jacob said, pressing his lips together hungrily.
I smiled, then unhooked my bra and shimmied out of it. Jacob reached for me, and I stepped onto his lap, straddling him. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me, and it made me feel dizzy with power and desire.
“Take your clothes off, Sasha,” Jacob said, voice calmer than his cock implied.
“All of them?” I asked sweetly.
“All of them.”
I smiled, stood, and obliged, taking as long as I could bear to slide each piece of clothing off my body, relishing the way that Jacob stared. He made a sort of nod with his head— “turn around”— and I did a full circle as he admired me.
“There’s only one problem,” Jacob said. “I’ve got to be careful with this injury. No strain on the shoulder at all. So I’ve more or less only got one hand at the moment.”
“Should we not—“
“I want you to pull my cock out, Sasha. Then I’m going to tell you how to suck it— have you ever done that before?”
I smiled, feeling hot and giggly with excitement. “Never.”
Jacob looked especially pleased by this. I stepped up to him and he let his eyes flick down to his pants, where his erection was now threatening the fabric that hid it. I nervously reached down, unzipped it, and guided his cock out.
“Go ahead and unbutton them too,” Jacob said, and placed his good hand on the back of my head gently, massaging my hair as I unbuttoned him, allowing his cock to rest against his stomach.
“Take me in your hands,” Jacob said huskily; I obeyed, rapping my small fingers around it. Somehow, his cock was bigger than I remembered— though then again, I’d never looked at it so close last time. It was impossible not to stare, not to study it.
“Nervous?” Jacob asked, and my eyes flittered to his.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I answered.
“Yet,” Jacob said. He was enjoying my inexperience in a way I supposed he hadn’t gotten to when we fucked, given that I’d kept it all a secret. He kept his eyes on me as he guided my head down, toward the head of his cock.
“Let it push past your lips— there you go. Perfect,” he said, then released a low groan as my mouth closed onto him. I felt my pussy tighten, felt sparks of desire shooting through me. His cock was smooth in my mouth, hot, and I could feel the blood pulsing through it— blood pulsing for me.
“Look up at me,” Jacob said lowly. My eyes lifted, though my mouth stayed on him; seeing him looking down at me, the slight smile on his face, the obvious pleasure in his eyes, made me burn with desire.
I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock and tried to push my head farther down, but he was far too big for my experience level. I jumped back for air, pulling away from him.
“Don’t worry about that now. Just take what you can,” Jacob said, and pushed my head back down gently, but firmly. I nodded, licked my lips, and took him in my mouth again, this time trying to focus on the curve and feel of his cock. I began to slowly, carefully suck on him, moving my head up and down, trying to keep my eyes on his. He moaned again, long and low, then gripped my hair. I felt myself growing wetter as Jacob tensed beneath me; he sat up more and began to thrust into my mouth, forcing me to take a little more than I thought myself capable of— but I liked the pressure, the need, the want—
Jacob pulled my head away and looked down at me. He was panting, hungry, flushed.
“You’ll make me come,” he said.
“I want to,” I argued, and leaned back toward his cock again, not yet sucking though.
“Not before I fuck you,” Jacob said sternly, and I bit my lip in delight at the idea. I’d worked hard to get over the fact that last time seemed to be a one night stand, but even at my strongest, had always known I’d never shake the way Jacob made me feel in bed.
Jacob released me, then spun around to lie on his back on the couch. With his good arm, he motioned for me to climb on top of him. He reached down and let his fingers trail along my pussy and made a satisfied sound when he felt how wet I’d gotten sucking him. Then, he took his cock in his hand, and guided it to me, stopping just at my entrance.
“Go on,” Jacob said.
I took a breath, then sank my hips down, taking Jacob’s length into me. I gasped in pleasure and a tinge of pain, and Jacob groaned loudly as he filled me up.
“How did I not know you were a virgin, tight as you are?” he asked huskily, but the words dissolved when I began to slowly writhe my hips up and down, not pumping so much as riding. I leaned toward him so we were almost prone together, my hair spilling across Jacob’s broad shoulders; when I did this, his body ground against my clit, and what already felt sublime turned into something wickedly hot. Jacob wrapped an arm around me, slid his hand down my back, and spanked my ass just hard enough that it stung— and made me go faster.
I felt delirious now, like I’d been spun in circles; Jacob began to thrust slightly into me, picking up the pace as I began to build toward my climax. It was sweeping toward me, the heat, the pleasure—
I cried out, loud and shameless, as I came against him, his cock buried inside my pussy, my head buried into his neck. He pulled my hips tight against him as my body first locked up, then went limp with pleasure.
“Very nice,” Jacob murmured in my ear. I wanted to respond, but could do little more than pant against him, sweat glistening on my chest, building on my lower back. Jacob tilted my head up, then met my lips with his, softly at first, then coaxing my mouth open so my tongue could slip against his.
“A very nice start, anyhow,” Jacob said.
“What’s next?” I asked. Now that Jacob had my virginity, I found I wanted him to show me everything— to fuck me in every position, to make me come a thousand times, to teach me how to suck his cock, to run his tongue along my clit until I screamed. I didn’t simply want Jacob Everett to have my virginity— I wanted him to have all my firsts, in an almost primal way.
Jacob sat up, years of weight training giving him the abdominal strength to lift not only himself, but me to a sitting position. This made his cock push toward the front of my pussy; I squirmed in delight and surprise, but Jacob contained me with his good arm.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Sasha— this is the position I can’t help but come in. Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop it when a woman’s on top of me like this.”
“But how do I—“ I began, unsure how I was supposed to lift and drop myself on his cock over and over, fast enough to get him off.
Jacob smiled a little. “That’s the real trick. It’s not about speed. It’s about depth.” He shifted his hips and I gasped as his cock pushed deeper inside me than he’d been before. “Come on,” Jacob whispered, pulling me against his chest. “Let me in.”
I whimpered first in surprise, then in pleasure when Jacob began to push into me; short but deep strokes, his cock hardly ever truly pulling out. I felt so full with him in me, and each time he pushed, I felt a haze of heat and blackness sweep through me, like I was at risk of fainting from the pleasure.
“Perfect,” Jacob groaned, then ducked his head down to take my nipple in his mouth as he continued to press deep inside me. I felt a second orgasm, this one deeper in my belly, rising, and I meant to say something, but Jacob got there first.
“I’m going to come,” he said, voice firm despite being wedged between panting breaths. I nodded, unable to speak, feeling Jacob’s cock getting impossibly hard inside of me, threatening to hurt me but never quite crossing the threshold. He pushed into me twice more—
Pleasure rocketed through my body, and just as it began I felt Jacob’s cock tighten, then release. He came deep into me, and I cried out in ecstasy— that’s what this was, no doubt— as I came just as hard, heady with the power of being on top of Jacob Everett’s cock, of feeling him release inside me so hard, so long, so forcefully.
I collapsed against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of him s
till in me. Jacob finally caught his breath and rubbed my back for a moment, before finally using his good arm to ease me off of him. He looked at me and smiled.
“Let’s go upstairs. The bedroom is fantastic.”
“Okay,” I said, and shakily stood. Jacob rose as well.
“We’re going to sleep,” Jacob clarified as we started that way.
“Really?” I asked, disappointed.
Jacob laughed a little. “It’s been a long day. And besides— tomorrow morning I’ll need to take you on your hands and knees.”
“Tomorrow morning I have class,” I teased back as we entered the room. Jacob grinned, then reached around to slap my bottom again. I giggled and shied away.
“See, you talk like that, and it makes me think I need to wear you out now,” Jacob said slyly. When I gave him a daring look, Jacob shook his head in faux exasperation. “Bend over the bed, Sasha. It looks like we have more to do after all.”
12
Waking up next to Jacob wasn’t quite the fantasy it’d been the first time— now I knew what sort of disappointment could all too easily be lobbed my way. Still, there was something beautiful and undeniably sensual about waking up to see Jacob there. He was still asleep, muscled chest rising and falling, sheets tossed over his lower body, injured arm resting across his torso. Funny how just looking at him, no one would have ever known he was injured— he looked perfect. Insanely perfect, like he was made based on those ancient Greek statues.
I was pleased to discover despite our many rounds of carnal activities, I wasn’t so sore this time. It was eight o’clock in the morning— I had class in an hour, so there wouldn’t be time for anything long-lasting, but if I woke him up now, perhaps a quick round…besides, now that I’d experimented most of the sexual basics, I had more than a few fantasies I wanted to try out.
I ran my fingers through my hair, then cozied up beside Jacob, sliding my fingers down his chest, across his injured arm, to where his cock was hidden beneath the sheets.
Jacob jerked in surprise, then creaked his eyes open. When he saw me— and what I was doing, gently coaxing an erection from him— he smiled at me sleepily, then made a slight moaning sound. He pushed his hips up—
“I have to take a shower. I’ve got class,” I said. Jacob scowled, until I added, “But maybe you want to join me?”
Jacob laughed lightly. “As if I could pass off watching a beautiful woman shower.”
I smiled broadly, a little embarrassed at just how much being called beautiful pleased me. Jacob rose from bed, now slightly erect cock reaching for the ceiling; I let my eyes linger on it longer than I’d once have dared, then rose as well. We walked to the master bath, where Jacob lead me into the massive shower— two heads, a bench, and one of those fancy rainwater shower heads. He stood in the shower doorway as I turned on the water; when it was warm, I stepped inside and let it run over my body.
“Are you going to get in?” I asked. Jacob was still in the doorway, watching me. At my words, he stepped inside, but rather moving into the water himself, he stood behind me, his cock— rock hard now— pressing against my back. He ran a finger down my skin, following the path the water took, then slipped it down my ass, between my legs, and easily pushed it into my pussy.
I wiggled in pleasure, trying to get more of his finger inside of me; he put his other arm, his hurt one, around me to stabilize us both, then pushed another finger into me.
I murmured his name, the word spilling past my lips; I heard him make a satisfied hum behind me, then he pushed me farther into the shower head’s stream, so I was forced to close my eyes against the water.
Jacob gently pumped his fingers into me, rubbing them against the front wall of my pussy until a tightness spread over me, a want, a need—
“Will you—“ I began.
“You’ve got to get to class, Sasha,” Jacob admonished me.
“But there’s time. Fuck me, please. I’ll bend over right here,” I begged, then gasped again as he stroked that place inside me that even I’d never discovered.
“Sasha, I love how you beg for it,” Jacob murmured in my ear, then bit at my neck playfully. I moaned as he withdrew his fingers, and slowly drew them away, letting them run along my slit, all the way up my ass, lingering just long enough over that entrance that I felt a nervous spark of excitement rocket through me.
“You’ve never had someone lick your pussy, have you?” Jacob asked.
“No,” I said quickly, and suddenly, THAT was what I wanted. Needed.
Jacob brushed his lips against me. “Finish in here. Go get dressed. What are you wearing to class?”
“I didn’t bring anything. The dress I had on when you picked me up,” I said quickly.
“Good, good. Put it on. But no panties.”
I nodded frantically; I grabbed for the fancy shampoo on the shower shelf and washed my hair while Jacob took a seat on the bench, watching me fly through my routine. I grabbed one of the fluffy white towels folded neatly on a stool just outside the shower door and dried my body, then wrapped my hair up with it. Jacob rose and stood, dripping, in the shower doorway, still watching, my hurry delighting him.
The house was clearly a vacation home— the bathroom drawers were essentially empty, though I did scrounge up a comb for my hair and some hand lotion that would suffice on my face. I dipped into the bedroom and pulled my bra on, then slid the dress over head, growing blind with excitement and, as always, nerves. Jacob still made me so nervous— his experience coupled with my lack thereof made me worried about failing, though my body had been nothing but responsive to his so far. I toweled my hair off again and glanced at the clock— I only had thirty minutes to get to class, but how could I turn this down? The idea of having Jacob’s mouth on me made my vision tunnel.
I heard the noises of Jacob toweling off, and a few moments later he walked into the room. I was standing by the bed, arranging the hem of my dress; Jacob was naked, cock still erect, lips curved into a smile. He walked over to me and ran his fingers along my arms, then took hold of the end of my dress, pulling it up just enough that he could confirm I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Maybe you should stop wearing them altogether. It’d give me excellent access,” Jacob mused, then urged me back to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and I was forced to sit. Jacob kept coming toward me, then took the back of my head, guiding it toward his cock. He was so tall that I hardly had to lean down to take it in my mouth, my hands working the shaft below. I ran my tongue along the underside of the head, and Jacob groaned.
“Very nice,” he said, and pulled away from me. “So it’s time I returned the favor.” He lowered himself to his knees; I, still sitting up, slowly spread my legs apart, unable to look away from Jacob’s always-mesmerizing eyes.
Jacob smiled, then hiked my dress up enough that he could kiss my stomach, then my thighs, his mouth growing ever closer to my pussy— I could feel his breath on my clit, and it made me tremble, and I began to lean back, trying to push myself closer to his mouth. Jacob extended his tongue and rewarded me with one quick flick against my clit.
I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. I heard Jacob make a pleased sound; I pushed my hips forward again, which forced me to lie back. Jacob grabbed hold of my right ankle with his good hand, and propped it up over his thick shoulder. I was tempted to lift the other, to wrap my legs around his shoulders and pull his mouth to me, but he had a shoulder injury— I had to keep reminding myself of this, over and over, especially when Jacob licked his tongue along my slit.
“Plenty of women can’t come when a man eats their pussy,” Jacob said, letting his lips brush against me as he spoke. “But this is one area where you’ll appreciate my experience, Sasha.”
I began to pant in anticipation, and finally, finally, Jacob leaned in and fully pressed his mouth to my pussy. I cried out; he used his tongue to part my lips and dart inside me for a fraction of a moment. He then circled my clit with his tongue—long, slo
w, even strokes.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that Jacob was so good at this, but it felt almost unfair, especially as I’d needed instruction from him on a blowjob. I was about to find the breath to tell him as much when he suddenly sucked on my clit, rubbing it with his tongue as he did so— the words, the thoughts, even, rushed out of me. All I could think of was how Jacob was making me feel, the almost drunken sensation caused by him being between my legs.
He moved down, fucked me with his tongue for a moment, then used his good hand to cup my ass with his fingers and press his thumb inside me. He held it there as he returned to my clit, sucking it, licking it, and felt the wild blood rush of my orgasm building. I clutched the sheets and cried out—
Jacob pulled away. I whined in protest, but he ignored me, flipping me to my stomach. It happened quickly— he was so strong— that I’d barely even registered it when I realized he meant to keep going, even with me in this position. I hadn’t even thought it was possible, really, and my surprise and excitement crashed together, coming to a head when Jacob bit me lightly on the ass.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Jacob said, the confident charm I’d grown to like so much back in full force now. I nodded against the bed sheets, and he lowered his mouth to my pussy again. The need for his tongue on my clit made my lift my hips up to meet him, and Jacob found my clit easily, lapping against it.
The orgasm caught me by surprise, after so much build up, but it swept over me and stole my breath. When I managed to gulp in air, I cried out, long and high and in a way that might have embarrassed me, if I wasn’t so certain Jacob was loving it. My hips bucked, but Jacob moved with me and kept his tongue on me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body.
It was a few moments before I realized it was over— it felt like I’d lost time, almost like I’d blacked out. I panted as Jacob stood, giving me a smug smile. I could feel sweat soaking through the back of my dress, and my pussy had never felt so wet before. I turned over meekly.
“You’re very good at that,” I managed to whisper. Jacob didn’t answer; instead he climbed onto the bed, turned me to my side, then pushed himself up behind me. I gasped when I felt his cock enter me— so soon after an orgasm it was almost too much, and my pussy tightened around it.