by Sara Ney
“I cannot fucking believe you’re getting naked in my bed.” Zeke sounds giddy and excited while shucking his pants, fingers frantically working the zipper, pushing them down over his lean hips. His muscular thighs. He hops on one leg, kicking and shaking the offending jeans off and across the room toward his desk.
His body is a true work of art, flawless.
The mattress dips with his weight when he crawls toward me on all fours in nothing but his tight boxers. He seeks my mouth.
Our lips meet, but not in a frantic crush.
It’s more of a slow burn.
Tongue. Lips. Pressing together, spreading apart. Sucking. Delectable, wet kisses. His mouth drifts down my neck, and I recline onto his stack of pillows, fingers threading through his hair. His thick, silky hair.
Zeke’s nose nuzzles the curve of my neck, running the length of skin just under my ear. I can hear him breathing in the smell of my hair, my perfume, my collarbone, groaning like he’s losing his mind.
I raise my arms so they’re above my head, watching when his flat tongue glides up the underside of my bicep, back down again, palms pushing down the black sheets I’ve drawn up for modesty.
Drags the sheet down my thighs.
Digs his hands under my ass and lifts my hips, dragging me toward him so I’m lying horizontally on the bed. Inches over me, rising to his knees. One leg braced on either side of me, the massive, broody boy looks down at me.
I can’t imagine what he sees, watching me with those insightful eyes. Long pale hair spread out on his black pillow. My slender, willowy figure lain out beneath him. My small, sun-deprived breasts.
“You should see yourself, Vi. Fucking hot.”
He leans down for an open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and teeth. It’s sloppy and delicious, and his lips begin a slow trail over my bare flesh, across my shoulders, over the curve of my breasts. His tongue doesn’t stop until it reaches my nipples. He sucks gently, his palm drifting up my torso to cup the other breast.
His boxer brief-covered erection rubs my crotch and I lift my hips toward it, the throbbing between my legs getting more unbearable by the second. He’s taking his time, planting indulgent kisses on my body—all over my body—the scruff of his five o’clock shadow leaving tiny beard rash as a delicious parting gift.
“I want to go down on you, Pixie. I’ve never seen a girl with hair on her pussy and it’s driving me insane—will you let me?”
I just barely manage a nod, biting down on my bottom lip when he drags his hard length along my thigh, kisses creeping lower and lower.
Belly button. Abs.
Zeke’s palms spread my legs farther apart. Head lowers between my open thighs, tongue licking my bikini line. His thumbs track together up the center of my slit, spreading me apart. Tongue flicks my—“Oh shit!” I gasp, breathless. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
He raises his head. “Not even close, baby.”
There is no headboard to grab on to. No bedposts. No pillow or sheet to bite down on. “Oh god Zeke…oh god that feels so gooood…”
“What is this smell?”
“I-I…”
“Do you put perfume on this shit? It’s like pussy crack.”
Oh god, that horrible word is turning me on.
“It…it’s b-baby pow…derrrr,” I moan. My neck thrashes on the mattress, head thrown back, lips hissing when he finally stops licking long enough to suck my clit. “Baby powder.”
“This baby powder-covered sweet spot is fucking amazing,” he says, burying his face and sucking hard. “Mmm…”
His hand drifts, sinking into my pelvis, applying pressure.
My toes curl.
My spine tingles.
“Yes…yes…right there, oh yes…” I’m loud and I don’t care.
Zeke hums into me as my legs instinctively spread farther apart.
The orgasm builds, starting in my…e-e-everywhere…
The orgasm is everywhere, every cell inside me shot up with sparks. My nerves buzz. Quiver. Ache.
Vibrate.
I moan and moan and moan until I’m finally, “C-Coming, oh god, I’m coming…”
Zeke
Violet comes in my mouth—hard—swollen clit throbbing against my tongue as I suck it to a climax. She smells so good. So fucking good I could eat her out all night, over and over again, the amount of intensity I’m feeling indescribable. Surreal.
Having her in my bed, under me.
The taste of her cum, fresh on my mouth? Delicious.
Blonde hair spread across my pillows, she’s pale on every part of her body, excluding the spots where she’s blushing—those are rosy, pink, and ten different shades of peach.
The contrast of her porcelain flesh against my black bed sheets is stark; she looks like an angel lying here.
A pretty angel I want to stick my dick in and fuck.
I rise to my knees. Bend my head to suck on one of her tits, earning me a moan so throaty it gives me pause. Lips puffy from my mouth, eyes glazed over from her orgasm, I flick her nipple with my tongue and blow, the cool air making it pucker, stiff as my swollen cock.
She watches me stroke it, the widest eyes I’ve ever seen. I move to retrieve a condom from the bedside table.
I fucking hate these things.
Nonetheless, I tear it open, toss the wrapper over my shoulder, and slide that motherfucker on, teeth dragging across my bottom lip.
Her hazel eyes are glassed over and she nods, arching her back and rubbing her small breasts against my chest.
“Once we do this, you can’t go back.” This is me you’re about to sleep with, I want to add. Not some sensitive dude who’s going to lavish affection on you afterward. I sure as shit am not a cuddler.
“Stop talking,” she demands. “Stop talking and screw me already.”
Whoa. Holy shit.
“Do you like dirty talk, Violet?”
“I don’t know,” she blushes. “Say something dirty.”
I hesitate and look down at her. Her giant hazel eyes regard me, so soft and pretty as my dick rubs against her slit, that halo of wholesomeness surrounding her head giving me pause.
Words lodge in my throat that won’t come out.
Say something dirty, say something dirty, say something dirty…
Shit, what the hell is wrong with me? Why aren’t my lips moving?
“Zeke?”
Her hips wiggle beneath me, causing friction against my straining cock.
I’ll give it to her dirty, all right, just not…
Yet.
Not yet.
This is the first girl I’ve felt anything for, if you don’t include the anger I feel toward my mother, and I don’t want to ruin it by spewing any nasty shit.
What we’re about to do feels so right and wrong at the same damn time, and yet here we are, about to cross this finish line. One I swore I would never cross, lest someone expect things I don’t know how to give.
Violet stares up at me now, trusting. Aroused. Sated.
Sexy.
Ready.
I hover above her, bracing my forearms on the pillows. Slide forward. I’m going to push my dick forward and fuck her like the NCAA champion I am.
Skin against skin. Cock against clit.
I reach down and give it a few short strokes, run my hand down her hip. Between her legs.
She’s wet, the soft curls between her legs making me harder than I was before. Jesus, the fucking curls—I haven’t fucked anyone with hair on their pussy in years. It’s a harsh reminder of how inexperienced she is.
I spread her with my thumb, rubbing my latex-covered cock up and down the slit in her pussy, pressing forward tentatively. I slide in a fraction at a time, a slow building moan rising inside my chest.
A test in self-control.
This slow burn is killing me; I want to plow into her so damn bad, it’s physically painful.
She’s so tight.
“You’re not going to break me, Zeke. J-Just do it already.”
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I shake my head, sweat beading on my brow.
No.
No, I’m not just going to do it already.
Determined to take my time, I inhale a breath, counting like we do in wrestling. Counting like I do when I’m lifting. Counting like I do when—
“Don’t move, please,” I demand into her pouty pink mouth. “Please. Jesus, baby, don’t move.”
If she moves, I swear to God I will lose my shit and blow my load before I’m even all the way inside.
My lean hips push forward, instinctively wanting to thrust. And thrust, and thrust the shit out of her. I want to bang her into the headboard and god this is torture.
“Uhhh,” Violet purrs, oblivious to my inner dialogue.
“You’re only enjoying this because I haven’t plowed you yet,” I pant.
“Say that again,” she moans.
“You want me to plow you, baby?”
“Oh you feel so good…” Christ, she’s moaning so loud and it’s just the tip.
Her hands wander over my back, skimming and drifting over my taut muscles. Over my deltoids and down my spine toward my ass.
She needs to stop.
“You are going to come so hard when I’m inside you, I promise.” I breathe into her ear. “But slow down Violet.”
I’m so fucking afraid to hurt her.
“I can’t! It feels…”
“I know, I know,” I chant into her hair, her gorgeous snowy hair.
My arms shake from their balancing act on either side of her head; not wanting to crush her under my weight, my dick presses into her slick heat. One inch. Then another, grinding my pelvis into hers. Not pushing, not thrusting—just grinding. The friction? Fucking combustible.
Violet gasps so loud I feel it in my cock and down to my toes.
Groaning, I slide my hand down her hip and under her ass. Spread flat, my palm slips under her butt cheeks, fingers finding their way to her crack, pulling me deeper inside her.
“Oh fuck,” I blurt out because it feels so good my eyes roll back into my head.
My nostrils flare, and I inhale. Exhale.
“I-It’s… That…” Violet breathes heavily, groaning. “That feels so…”
“Say it feels good,” I beg, needing to thrust. Pump into her. Something. Anything. “Please, baby, say it.”
Her head tips back and I lick her throat. Suck and fuck. Bite on her earlobe.
Violet’s hands snake down my lower back, grasping my ass. She squeezes. Tugs. “It feels amazing, amazing. If I spread my legs will it—”
I don’t hear her finish her sentence; all I hear is spread my legs, spread my legs, spread my legs and I’m gone. I feel her spreading those fucking legs apart. Those porcelain, creamy white thighs I’m snuggly positioned between.
My dick pulses. Throbs.
“Did it just get bigger?” Her eyes are wide as saucers.
“Yeah it motherfuckin’ did.” I grind out through clenched teeth, unable to stop the dirty talk. “Do you like that?”
“Yes…” Her mouth forms a tiny O, lips parting. “Yes, I-I love it.”
I grind and grind my pelvis into her, my balls and her pussy pressed together so tight there’s no room for even a finger to slide in.
“I need to fuck you, Pix, I have to…”
I’m begging now, wanting to rail hard, no shame.
None.
“Please, Violet, fuck, please let me fuck you hard.”
“Yes. Yes! Do it Zeke, Zeke, this is driving me crazy.”
I pull out slow.
Thrust in fast.
Pull out slow.
Lips clamped shut, the anticipation and steady build are far more intoxicating than the quick, fast fucks I’m used to giving to nameless, faceless co-eds.
She’s so blessedly tight. I’m not a religious man, but Jesus, she’s so tight I throw up a prayer thanking my maker; I could die inside her and be in heaven.
The telltale sign of my balls tightening has me tensing up.
Oh shit, I’m going to come.
Shit, fuck, shit.
It’s only been five fucking minutes, tops.
“Oh Christ,” I curse. “Shit.”
“Wha…?” Violet is dazed, still holding on while I jerk my load inside the condom. “What was that?”
Oh my god.
My sweaty forehead hits the pillow over her shoulder. “My orgasm,” I mumble into the mattress.
“You came?”
I grunt.
“Already?”
Seriously, does she have to say it out loud? It’s emasculating.
“Yes.”
I don’t wait around to make small talk.
Pulling out of her, I climb off, throw back the covers to hit the john, and toss the condom. Wash my hands.
Return to the bedroom and slide into bed, pulling the black sheets over us. Rest my arms behind my head while Violet watches me, uncertainly, from her side of the bed.
“Come here,” I tell her, dragging her flush into my body so she can lean into me, resting her head on my shoulder. Reaching over, I stroke the silky strands of her blonde hair, letting the locks fall through my fingers.
Tentatively, she lays a hand on my chest, fingering the dark hair between my pecs, face tipped toward mine.
I kiss her nose.
“Are you sore?”
She wiggles her legs beneath the blankets, rubbing her knees together. “I don’t think so? Maybe.”
“I heard sometimes when it’s rough, it burns when you pee afterward.”
Why the hell did I just say that? Since when do I blurt out random shit? My body needs to do me a favor and chill itself the fuck out now that it dumped its load in under five minutes.
Vi doesn’t reply, only traces my right nipple with the tip of her index finger, round and round, in small circles. I know she’s not doing it to be suggestive, so I take a few deep breaths, body beginning a slow buzz. Every little touch a spark to ignite me.
I fiddle with the single bracelet circling her wrist—the sunflower charm catching the light from my desk lamp.
She clears her throat delicately. “So, do you normally…you know…so fast?”
I grimace. “If you’re asking if I normally come so soon, the answer is no.”
She hums, finger moving from my pec to my clavicle, slowly dragging it along my skin.
“Did it hurt?” I find myself asking.
“A little, but it felt good, too. Real good.” Her pretty face buries itself in my armpit, embarrassed. “It’s been a while.”
“How long?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, girls always know shit like this. You probably know down to the day.”
“All right, fine. It’s been fourteen months, ish.”
“Fourteen months? That’s over a year.”
Wow. That sounded smart.
I plant a wet kiss on her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside, wanting to devour every inch of her.
“Is that a goodbye kiss? Is this the part of the program where you ask me to leave? Is that what usually happens with you? You kick people out after you’ve slept with them?”
She fires off a litany of questions, the answer to each one of them yes.
I try to make light of a conversation I don’t want to have. “Yeah. It’s what I would normally do.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
I’m quiet then, because the actual truth is, while I was in the bathroom before, I considered how this would end for us if I kicked her out.
Thought about it while I was tossing the condom in the trash. Thought about how I could use a good night’s sleep, alone in my own bed—considered it in the least douchey way possible.
But then I’d taken a long look at myself in the mirror, a good hard look at my reflection. The gray, lifeless eyes that normally stared back at me weren’t lifeless at all; they were sparkling, which is the best goddamn way I can describe it without sounding cheesy.
And there was a fucking smile on my face. An actual smile, with teeth and everything—and that has to count for something, right?
So, like a good little boy scout, I pulled back the quilt and slipped back into bed beside her. Pulled her body close and thanked fuck she was still naked so I could fondle her tits without having to do it under her shirt.
“No, don’t leave. I want you to stay.”
Something—or someone—wakes me in the dead of the night.
A warm slumbering body pressed into my back. A willowy arm thrown across my waist, resting on my hip. A nose buried in the crux of my neck.
I scoot, giving myself room, then roll to my back.
Roll to face her.
Violet stirs, arm falling to the mattress.
The moon is bright outside my window, casting enough light into the room that I can study her sleeping form. She’s so serene. Stroking the flat of my palm down the smooth skin of her shoulder, I skim it down her bicep.
Catch a satin blonde lock of hair between my fingertips, rubbing it, the silk fanning out on my pillow. No shame, I lean in, obsessed with the smell of her. Clean. Sweet.
Unassumingly sexy.
I scoot closer, head on my pillow, watching her doze.
Learn the contours of her face in the bright moonlight. The curve of her cheekbones and the bow of her lips.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open.
We regard each other, her lids heavy, eyes searching my face.
Wordlessly, the tips of her fingers extend to trace my heavy brow, down the bridge of my busted up nose. Trail along my cheekbone, thumb smoothing over my crow’s feet.
I kiss the tip of her finger when it glides over my lips.
“I’ve always thought your eyes were incredible.” Her husky voice is quiet, whispering, heavy with sleep. Has my black heart skipping a beat. Heat rises in my chest as she lavishes attention on me in the dark. “They’re the best part of you.”
“No. They’re not,” I whisper back, her fingers still bestowing tingles on my skin.
“They’re not?”
“No.” Not even close. “The best part of me is you, Violet.”
Violet stills, her hand dropping to my chest. My pecs. Covering my heart, leaving tremors in its wake. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Then you’ve been hanging around a bunch of fucking idiots.”