It was early morning, and the moon was high, streaming into my window and filling the space with just enough illumination that I could see her lacy bra when she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.
“I saw you watching me with Darrell. You came for me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.”
My balls tightened.
I’d never had a woman talk so freely to me in all my life.
Girls giggled.
But women … they spoke their minds and could make your dick hard with just their words.
I swallowed as she pressed against my chest, backing me toward my bed.
“Did you like watching me fuck my husband, Sebastian?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Working her hands beneath my shirt, she pulled it over my chest, and I lifted my arms to help her undress me.
“Would you like it if I told you I was thinking about you when I was riding him?”
I nodded, my words becoming lodged in my throat.
“Because I was. I was imagining it was your cock I was riding. You were inside me, Sebastian, and when I orgasmed, my juices flowed down your shaft. Did you feel it? Could you feel it when I came all over you?”
Before I could answer, she pushed me onto the bed and slowly peeled her panties over her hips and down her thighs.
My jeans slid from my hips and down my legs as she pulled them off. The cool air of the room sent chills down my legs, but my dick stayed rock hard, not bothered one bit by the cold.
My heart was racing, throbbing in my ears so loudly I almost didn’t hear her when she said, “I’m so wet for you. I feel the moisture when I rub my thighs together.”
I closed my eyes, feeling like I was coming all over myself with just her words.
She climbed over me, her legs opening, allowing me to briefly see the glistening between her thighs in the moonlight before she straddled me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
I don’t know why I did. I knew exactly what she was doing. I also knew it was wrong, but I wasn’t sure I could stop her even if I wanted to … which I didn’t.
“Something I’ve wanted to do since you got here.”
She was old enough to be my mother. Technically, in the eyes of the state, she was, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her. And it certainly didn’t stop her from seducing me—from wiping away all the heartache of losing Deloris for a brief time. For taking me and turning me inside out.
Her skilled hands moved down my chest, red fingernails digging into my flesh. My fingertips skimmed her waist, and she pushed my hands to the side before intertwining her fingers with mine. She held me to the bed, and it made me feel as if I would never move again.
Beneath Jane.
It was where I belonged.
I knew that now, and knowing my place meant there was no way I would leave her from that moment on.
Already, I could feel pre-come wetting my tip and rubbing into my boxers, leaving a cold spot.
“I want to be your first, Sebastian. Am I your first?” she asked.
When I didn’t respond, she ran her hot tongue across my erect nipple, making me gasp before she bit down. I jerked, the pain mixing so completely with the pleasure and confusing me beyond belief.
It didn’t make any sense for something to hurt yet feel amazing at the same time, but with Jane, apparently anything was possible.
“Tell me,” she said, moving to the other nipple and doing the same.
I growled when the pain shot through my chest and melted into hot pleasure down my dick.
“Tell you what? I’ll say anything you want me to say.”
I’d never been so willing to please someone in all my life.
Anything.
She would have anything I had.
All of me.
I was hers completely.
“Tell me I’m your first. Tell me my pussy is the first you’ll ever feel.”
A moan slipped from my lips as she brushed lips and tongue over my smarting nipple once again.
“Yes.”
I wasn’t beyond saying more. It took everything I had in me to push that single word from my lips.
“Yes, what?” she asked.
I swallowed, struggling to speak with her mouth on me—kissing me—licking me—biting me.
“Yes, you’ll be my first.”
She purred, the catlike sound moving over my skin and sending yet another shockwave of pleasure down my body before it settled into my balls.
“That turns me on. I want you so bad, Sebastian. Tell me you want me, too,” she said, moving up and running her heated tongue across my lips.
I’d made out with girls.
Actually, I was pretty skilled with girls, but I’d never gone all the way. Also, I’d never been with a girl who knew so much—one so skilled—so mature. My body responded to hers in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“I want you. God, I want you so bad,” I hissed.
She kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth and filling me with her flavor. It was exotic—ripe—nothing like the other girls.
The fabric from my boxers felt rough as she pushed them to the side, exposing me. The cold air rushed over my hard-on before her warm fingers wrapped around me.
“Shit. Oh, shit,” I groaned, trying my hardest to hold back.
I was scared I’d come in her palm—scared I’d finish before things even really started—but she moved slow and easy, teasing me to the point of insanity.
For the first time in my life, I found myself begging for something.
“Are you ready for me?” she asked, rubbing her scorching wetness all over me.
“Yes. So fucking ready,” I panted.
And then she moved, settling her body onto mine until she’d buried me deep within her. Her slickness glided over me, making me lean up and my body go tense. My mouth dropped open at the sheer pleasure of her wrapped around me.
Everything I’d ever known about women was shattered in seconds. She covered my length in her heat, grinding her hips and coating me with more pleasure than I’d ever known.
My hot breaths moved fast over my lips, drying them and forcing me to lick them to keep them moist.
“Do I feel good, Sebastian?”
Rational thought was gone, and I was unable to speak. Instead, I nodded my head.
She slid up my pole all the way to the tip before slamming her body back down in one swift movement.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“I’ll ask you again. Do I feel good?” She rolled her hips, moving up my length and down again.
My fingers dug into her skin—pulling her to me—pressing her down onto my cock. “Yes. Ah, God, so good, Jane. You’re so good.”
She rotated her hips again, moving back and forward and causing me to lift from my pillow. My elbows dug into the bed, and I stared down at the spot where we connected. Watching myself disappear into her depths was slowly sending me over the edge.
Her lips smashed into mine, and the sounds that escaped my lips rushed into her mouth. Muffled groans rumbled between our locked mouths, intensifying every sensation I was feeling. I slid my tongue against hers and guided her hips with my fingers.
Sweet sounds of our two bodies coming together filled the room, and my balls tightened as she worked her body on top of me. I wasn’t going to last long. No way was it even possible with the things she was doing to me.
“I …” I tried to speak, but the words got stuck. I forced them out, choking on them as they worked their way across my tongue. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what, baby?” she asked, speeding up and making my legs shake.
“I can’t control it. I’m going to … I can’t.”
I was stuttering, my words a jumbled mess of letters that made no sense even to myself.
She chuckled, rolling her hips once more before grinding on me.
“Are you going to come?” she asked, picking up her speed a
nd making my breaths come hard and faster.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.
“Good. Come for me, baby. Come deep inside me. Fill my hot little pussy up. I want to feel it.”
And I was done.
Her words sent me spiraling over the edge, and I growled as hot desire tightened my balls and shot down my shaft like lightning.
My fingers dug into her hips, sending pain into my knuckles as I pulled her body to mine harder and faster.
I came hard.
I came in a way I never had before. My hips jerked from the bed, begging to be deeper, and I bit my bottom lip until I was sure it would bleed. When I released my lip, words flew from my mouth. Words I meant. Words I had no desire to take back.
“I love you.”
My words were strained like my muscles—tight and full of passion and sensation. They were the same words that made her go tense before, but this time, she looked down at me and smiled softly.
Once I’d emptied myself inside her, she lifted from my body. Cold air rushed over my deflating dick, making me shiver even more than I already was. Her lips were soft when she kissed mine, and then the bed creaked as she stood and began to put her clothes back on.
We didn’t speak. There was nothing I could say anyway. Not when my heart was stuck in the back of my throat, and my balls were metaphorically in her grasp. I’d said all I needed to say, and now, all I could do was wait until she was ready to say it back.
She tugged her dress over her body and adjusted it around her knees. It was as though she couldn’t get away from me fast enough—as if she was done with me completely.
I was young and stupid, but I knew better than to ask her to stay. I wanted her to—I wanted to hold her and relish the moment—but I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I just lay there and watched as she quickly put herself together and left my side.
She moved across the room and stopped at the door.
“Good night, Sebastian,” she whispered.
But before I could respond, she opened the door and disappeared, leaving me in my dark room and shutting the door quietly behind her.
I knew then that she’d ruined me for all other women for the rest of my life. I was just unaware of how badly.
ELEVEN
“LIKE THIS?” I asked, moving my fingers deep inside her the way she’d instructed me. With my palm up, I pressed the pads of my two fingers against the soft, warm tissue of her G-spot until I felt her clenching against my knuckles.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop, Sebastian!”
She called out as she squirted on my fingers, her sweet juices rushing over my skin and seeping into my palm.
The past two weeks with Jane had been magical. She was everything I’d ever wanted in my life.
Supportive.
Loving.
Attentive.
And when I stood at the graveside as they lowered the only mother figure I’d ever known into the ground, Jane stood by my side and rubbed my shoulder.
She didn’t know it, but her hand on my shoulder was the only thing that kept me from breaking apart. Losing Deloris had been the biggest blow of my life, and if there were a God, I would like to think he knew he was putting Jane in my life at the perfect time.
I wouldn’t have made it without her.
“You’re getting really good at that.” She sighed. “Even Darrell can’t make me squirt.”
She lay beside me, her beautiful body glistening with perspiration.
“You’re a wonderful teacher,” I said with a smile as I ran my nose over the side of her neck and breathed her in.
“Am I? Maybe I should have gone into teaching.” She chuckled.
I kissed her cheek, sliding my lips along her jaw until my mouth was on hers. Between kisses, I spoke.
“Never. You’re not allowed to teach anyone else the things you’re teaching me.”
At those words, she giggled.
I’d gone most of my teenage years thinking I knew how to please a woman. I’d had my fingers inside many virginal girls who would moan and fake it.
I was fucking clueless until Jane.
Over the past two weeks, I’d learned how to please her. I’d learned how to make her squirt all over my fingers—how to tongue her sweet slit and suck her throbbing clit until she came in my mouth.
But most importantly, I’d learned how to control myself long enough to feel her tighten around my cock. The expressions that moved over her face in the midst of an orgasm were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And knowing that my dick was hitting every spot she’d taught me and giving her that pleasure made it all the more sweeter.
I’d never been so happy.
I’d never felt more loved.
Wanted.
Needed.
Kept.
I was home when I was with Jane.
She was home.
The only home I’d ever known.
And while it caused an enormous amount of panic on my part, I couldn’t help but feel myself falling harder for her.
It was more than the sex.
It was more than the flirting.
It was her.
Her personality.
Her smile.
The way she looked at me.
All of that and so much more wrapped into one petite package that I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off.
I’d never understood worship before. I didn’t get how someone could fall at another’s feet and praise them, but I knew in the back of my mind and in the center of my chest that what I was feeling for her was the symptoms of the plague I’d spent most of my life avoiding.
Love.
I was in love with Jane.
She was my first everything, and I knew I had to get her out from under Darrell’s fingertips and us into a home of our own. It wouldn’t be as nice as what she was living in now, but we would have each other, and I had a feeling that would be enough for both of us.
We’d finished in just enough time. Jane had barely gotten dressed when we heard the front door open and slam downstairs.
“Jane?”
Darrell’s deep voice rang through the house as he called for his wife. She left my room, and I watched her through the slit in my door, wishing he wasn’t in the picture. Wishing he couldn’t take her away from me.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and breathed deep. Her breasts moved up with her inhale, and I knew she was readying herself to act “normal” around him.
I grew hard again when she ran her palms down her body to smooth her dress. Knowing she was touching herself—caressing the body I’d grown to adore so much—was enough to make me want to go for a third round.
She ran her slender fingers through her hair before meeting Darrell in the kitchen. From where I stood, I could see him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss.
My fist clenched, and I pushed it into the doorframe until my skin turned white.
She was mine.
All mine.
At least I could feel satisfaction at knowing every time he kissed her, he was sucking my dick.
TWELVE
DARRELL SEEMED TO BE WORKING more than before. Not that I was complaining, but I had never had great luck in my shitty life, so I considered myself lucky on the nights when he would call and say he’d be working late.
We both knew he wasn’t working. Darrell was drinking himself to death. I wasn’t sure what it was that was sending him over the edge, but I was sure he was clueless I was fucking his wife.
At least, I hoped he was.
Not that it mattered.
What was the worst that could happen?
He’d kick her out?
Again, that would be lucky for me.
So we enjoyed the nights when Darrell was “working late.”
On those nights, Jane and I would eat a romantic dinner alone before crashing on the couch to watch some of my favorite cartoon characters. About an hour in, I’d make my move, and before long, she’d be bene
ath me while I fucked my name from her plump lips and unloaded deep inside her just the way she liked it.
We never used protection, and I guess maybe I should have wondered about that, but every time I even mentioned it, she would say having me come inside her was her favorite part.
It didn’t bother me one bit.
What was the worst that could happen?
She’d get pregnant.
Maybe if I knocked her up, I could keep her.
Then again, I remembered Deloris telling me the Jepsons couldn’t have children, which was why I was living under their roof and having the best time of my life with the lady of the house.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, drawing a line with my fingertip down between her perky tits.
“You must be blind.” She giggled. “Now you, on the other hand,” she said, turning me onto my back and straddling my hips. “You’re the beautiful one.”
Her lips skimmed my chin before she kissed my jawline and then my lips.
Combing her fingers through my thick hair, her nails scratched against my scalp as she fisted a handful of my dark locks and pulled tight.
I growled.
I never thought I’d love pain mixed with my pleasure, but it was my favorite part.
Her biting.
Pulling my hair.
Digging her nails into my flesh.
Once, she’d drawn blood, and I came harder than I ever had before.
“I see just fine. You’re fucking gorgeous, baby. So you think I’m beautiful, huh?” I flirted, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs.
My dick was already throbbing hard. It seemed to stay that way for Jane.
She wiggled beneath me, lining my hard cock up with her wet slit. Grinning up at me, she pulled my hair harder before forcing my mouth against her erect nipple.
I sucked, releasing the bud with a pop, and then sucked harder, marking her with my mouth.
I closed my teeth around the pink tip and pulled until she arched her back and my name slipped between her parted lips.
“Sebastian.”
I loved watching her face change with the heat of my mouth and the touch of my fingers. I slipped my hand between her smooth thighs, finding her slippery nub with my fingertip. I didn’t stop until she was trembling beneath me and screaming my name.
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