by Kaylee, Katy
“There’s nothing here for me, now.”
Those words stung, but it was stupid. I wasn’t important to him. I was his best friend’s annoying little sister.
“You could rent it out. Lainey, you remember, Gavin’s girlfriend? She works for a company that manages rentals.”
“Why would I do that?”
“They say that rental property is a good investment.”
He shrugged. “So, what’s your next move, Summer?”
“Graduate school. I’m going to get my masters in social work, and hopefully get a job working with children.” Although, seeing my brother’s difficulties, I was beginning to rethink my plans, and was considering working with vets instead.
He grinned at me. “You’d be perfect for that.”
His reaction surprised me, and at the same time, made me feel like I’d won a prize. “You think so?”
“You have a great spirit. Your name fits you because you’re warm and bright.”
I felt warm and bright. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
His smile faltered a little and turned to look out over the water, making me regret the comment.
He picked up a rock and threw it in the water. “How about you? Are Gavin and your dad having to beat the guys off with a stick?”
I embarrassed myself by snorting. “Hardly.”
He looked at me and frowned. “Why hardly?”
“First, I’ve been busy. I’m lucky that I can live at home and go to school saving me money, but college is expensive so I have to work and go to school. There’s no time for guys. Plus, have you looked at me?”
“I’m looking at you now.”
There was something in his tone and the flash of heat in his eyes that made all my girly parts come alive. I cleared my throat because all of a sudden my mouth was dry. “I’m not what boys want.”
“Well, maybe you should try men instead. What are you now, Summer? Twenty-one?”
I nodded.
“Men like smart, kind women.”
“Not overweight ones.” My weight had been a source of pain for me in high school, but over time, I learned not to care that much. It’s not like I’ve never dated, but you can’t grow up in America and not know that boys like small bodies and big boobs. The boobs I had, and I even had an hourglass shape, it was just rounder than most.
“Men like curves.”
I scoffed. I wanted to tell him he was being mean, but maybe that was his goal. Maybe he was teasing me like my brother would have done if he were sober enough. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“I like curves,” he added.
My head whipped around to look at him, and that was when I realized how close we were sitting. My nose was inches from his. His dark eyes were intense as they gazed into mine. They drifted down, taking in my face and roaming lower. His gaze stopped at my breasts, the cleavage of which peaked through the tulip pink sundress I wore.
An ache grew in my breasts and lower between my legs. It was all I could do to keep from throwing myself at him, but deep inside, I knew this wasn’t real. For a moment, I wondered if I was in bed asleep because this is just the type of dream I’d have had of Rafe.
His gaze lifted back to my eyes and held. Sparks sizzled and the air grew thick with anticipation, of what, I wasn’t sure. But I hoped to God he was going to kiss me.
“Gavin would kill me if he knew what was going through my head right now.”
I swallowed. “Why? What are you thinking?”
He moved closer. “Naughty, dirty thoughts that involve you, Summer.”
Boy, was it hot. “Gavin isn’t here.” And the chances of him showing up were slim since he was probably passed out by now.
Something flashed in his eyes. “Do you like naughty and dirty, Summer?”
I wasn’t sure, but I liked what I was feeling so far. “I think I’d like them from you.”
He jerked back slightly. “Summer…have you ever…are you a virgin?”
I wanted to lie, but it wasn’t in my nature. Then I remembered that Lainey once told me men liked the idea of sleeping with virgins. She rolled her eyes as if it was stupid, but I wondered if it was true.
“Only until you do naughty things to me.”
“Fuck.”
I thought he meant the word to express disappointment, like ‘fuck, I would have slept with you except you’re a virgin’. But instead, his lips captured mine in a hard, desperate kiss. Maybe Lainey was right.
Every neuron in my body went on rapid fire. My pussy contracted and ached with such need I wanted to reach down and touch myself. My clothes felt confining and hot, and in a flurry of activity, I got naked and pulled him down on me.
“Touch me, Rafe.” I was going to die if he didn’t touch me.
But he wasn’t touching. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me with uncertainty. He was probably thinking about my brother. Or maybe he had a girlfriend. Or maybe he was repulsed.
I put my hands over my breasts, now embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I told you men don’t like—”
“Shut up, Summer.”
I flinched at his tone.
“This shouldn’t happen.”
I started to pull away. “I don’t turn you on.”
His eyes flashed with heat, and he took my hand pressing it against the fly of his jeans. Underneath, he was hard as granite. “That should prove to you that you’re wrong, but Summer—”
“I want this, Rafe. I want you.” I squeezed his cock through his jeans, and he hissed. Then deciding on another course of action, I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I’d been felt up over my clothes before, but Rafe’s large, warm hand on my nipple made my pussy squeeze tight in pleasure.
“Aw, fuck.” Rafe immediately kneaded my breast, and then leaned over to suck it into his mouth.
My hips bucked as another sharp pinch of pleasure pierced my pussy. I let out a moan and grabbed his head to keep him from stopping.
“You like that, my sweet Summer? You like it when I suck your tits?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a long hiss. I wasn’t totally clueless to sex. Granted, I’d only had the experience of pleasuring myself. But I understood my breasts would get sensitive when aroused. I’d had an orgasm before at my own hand, but to be honest, I had wondered what all the fuss was about. Yes, it was nice in the same way scratching an itch was nice. But this? Holy cow.
His fingers played with one nipple while he sucked and bit the other. Pressure built and I was sure I was going to come.
I took his hand and pushed it down between my thighs. He laughed against my nipple, the rumbled of it sending sensual sensations through my body.
His finger slid between my folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Summer.” He seemed surprised by that. His finger continued to stroke through my folds, pressing a little bit inside me. Each time, my hips would lift, seeking more contact.
“Rafe, please.”
“Please what?” He was teasing me.
I’d show him. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.” It sounded so dirty and wanton, but wasn’t that what he’d promised me?
“Fuck, Summer.” He stopped touching me, and I’d nearly yelled at him until I realized he was getting naked. I quickly looked around the area. It was wooded private property, but it would be just my luck some tubers would float by while we were naked on the riverbank.
But then, I got distracted by the perfection of his body. He was lean and hard like he’d been sculpted by Michelangelo. He slid his pants and briefs down, and his cock sprang free. I’d never seen one up close. It was long and hard and thick. I knew first-time sex could hurt, but all I could think about was getting that beautiful large cock inside me because I was sure it was the only thing that could relieve the ache in my body.
He maneuvered on top of me, resting on his forearms by my side. “You sure?”
I nodded, lifting my hips encouraging him to get on with it.
He tilted his hips, and I felt him
bump into my entrance. Pleasure sizzled as he nestled and rubbed there. He reached between us, taking his cock and rubbing it harder against me, before finally pressing the tip inside me.
“Oh, God...Rafe…more, please more.”
He groaned. “You’re so tight. I want to fuck you hard but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care…please.” I planted my hands on his butt and pulled while I lifted my hips at the same time. He moved in a little further, but he was resisting.
“Summer…Summer!” The second time, he barked my name.
“What…what, Rafe?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
What? My brain was in a lust filled fog. “It’s okay.”
“You’re on the pill? Even though you’re a virgin?”
“It’s fine, please Rafe.” I didn’t want to lie, but he couldn’t stop. Not when he was so close. Besides, I’d just finished my period two days ago. I knew from health education at school that ovulation occurred in the middle of the cycle, so I wasn’t fertile now.
“Summer.” Rafe’s hands cupped my face. “Summer, look at me.”
“Why are you torturing me?”
He laughed, and then kissed me. It was sweet and gentle, and everything I’d wanted from him. “Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open and peered into the brown depths of his.
“I’m going to take your virginity.”
I nodded. Finally. “Good.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Will you start soon?”
He laughed again. “Jesus Summer, you’re adorable.”
I’d have preferred sexy, but I wasn’t going to complain when I was so close to getting what I wanted.
He shifted again onto his hands. “I’m going to do this slow at first.”
“Slow, fast…doesn’t matter.”
He pushed his tip in a little bit farther, but not enough that I felt pain. He withdrew and pushed again. The feeling of him sliding in and out was delicious, and I finally began to understand what all the excitement of sex was about.
“This time it might hurt, my sweet Summer.”
I was so focused on him calling me sweet Summer that when I felt his cock push through my body’s resistance, I felt the pressure, but no pain. He withdrew again.
“You feel so fucking good, Summer.”
I smiled, happy that he was enjoying it too.
“How are you doing?”
“I need to come, Rafe.” I don’t know where I found the bravery to talk to him like that, except I felt safe and comfortable with him. I trusted him.
“Good, Summer, because I do too.”
I don’t know how he had so much control. If he felt like I did, he’d be fucking me already.
This time he thrust and filled me to the hilt. My body arched and my pussy grabbed him, wanting to make sure he didn’t leave.
“Aw fuck, Summer.” He growled. He held himself still deep inside me as my body adjusted to him. “You’re fucking massaging my dick.” He kissed me and ground his hips against my pelvis. “You ready, Summer?”
I nodded, hoping I was.
He pulled out and thrust in all the way again. My insides tingled with sensation. My clit felt like the size of a golf ball when his pelvis hit and ground against it.
“Shit…Summer…sorry, baby.” And with that, he started fucking me. He penetrated me deep and hard, moving faster and faster. My pussy walls gripped him, and friction built until I couldn’t breathe.
“Rafe…oh, God, Rafe…”
“Come, Summer…fuck, you need to come now.”
My pussy contracted and then sensation exploded out, radiating through my whole body. I cried out as the intense pleasure flooded my bloodstream.
“Yes!” Rafe rammed into me as hot liquid filled my body. He did it again, and again until I could feel his warm essence dripping from my pussy.
Finally, he went still and then rolled, pulling me until we were both on our sides. He kept an arm around me and rested his forehead against mine as our breaths came back to normal.
I watched him, fascinated and enthralled by him. I lightly touched his face with my fingers, wanting to prove that this was real.
His dark eyes opened. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I’m glad it was you. I wanted it to be you.”
“My sweet Summer. Finally, I got to touch you.”
I jerked my head back. “Finally? I thought I was Gavin’s annoying sister.”
His cheeks reddened with a blush. “You were until you turned eighteen. Remember when I was home four years ago? I didn’t see a little sister then.”
I grinned. I knew my worth wasn’t in my body or looks, but I couldn’t deny that it felt good to have a man, especially one like Rafe, find my body alluring. “But you didn’t do anything.”
“You’re Gavin’s sister.”
“I’m still Gavin’s sister.”
“You’re all grown up now.”
“So, did you think about me in this way back then?”
He gave me a wicked smile. “You’ve starred in many of my jerk off sessions.”
A flood of heat rushed through my body, and I wondered how long we had to wait before we could have sex again.
He must have known my thoughts because he laughed. “Sweet Summer is horny.”
I blushed.
His expression turned serious. “I don’t regret this Summer and I hope you don’t either.”
“I don’t.”
“But I don’t think Gavin would understand.”
I nodded. Gavin of the past would have been able to be reasoned with, but this new Gavin was a wildcard. “I understand.”
“I’m only here for six weeks, and then I’m back on duty.”
He was telling me this was a short-term thing. Would I have liked a long-term relationship? Yes, but I was willing to have him for whatever little bit of time he could give me. Not just because it turned out sex was pretty spectacular after all, but also because I liked Rafe. I liked how I felt around him.
“I know.” I brushed my fingers across his amazingly cut pecs. “Are you still an MP?”
“I am. I’m a dog handler now. You should meet my partner. He’s nearly as cute and dangerous as you.”
“Cute I get, but dangerous?”
He ran his hand along my waist and over my hip. “Dangerous curves ahead.”
* * *
Rafe
I just fucked my best friend’s little sister and I didn’t feel one bit of shame about it. I knew I should, but it was impossible to feel anything but warm and bright around Summer. There was something about her that chased all the dark away and could make a man feel whole again.
I probably shouldn’t have taken her virginity. To be honest, I was surprised someone hadn’t beat me to it. She was beautiful in a natural way. Like she was a flower bloomed by the sun. And I’d wanted her since the last time I saw her. I’d been successful at avoiding her then. I didn’t even try to avoid her this time. I could blame the emptiness I was feeling on the fact that the only relative I had contact with was now gone. Or that I needed human contact after the horror of war. But if I was a decent man, I’d have found the strength to not touch her. She deserved better than me.
Summer was the type of woman that should have a man who could be there long term, and that wasn’t me. I’d known from my first week of deployment in Iraq that I probably wouldn’t live to age 30 if Uncle Sam kept sending me back. In six years, I’d spent just about half of my time in a war zone. After dealing with my grandmother’s estate, I’d be going back.
I was selfish enough to take what I could from Summer, which I supposed made me a bastard. But as she looked at me with those fantastic eyes that glimmered like gold, her sun-kissed blonde hair hanging loose and wild - like it should after good sex, I knew she understood this situation and she still gave herself to me. My sweet Summer.
I ran my hand over her hip, recognizing the aroused look in h
er eyes. She wanted another round, and I was man enough to give it to her. My dick was already thickening. I slid my fingers between her folds, and she lay back, opening herself to me. I might be a bastard, but I understood the magnitude of trust she had in me and I’d do my damnedest to not hurt her.
I pushed a finger inside her, but when she winced, I withdrew it. “Sore?”
She nodded, and her face dropped. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, don’t be sorry.” I kissed her sweet lips. Since her eighteenth birthday, I’d dreamt about those lips, full and pink with a little cupid's bow that I knew would be fantastic wrapped around my cock. Slow it down, Rafe. “Do you want to come again?”
“Yes. I want to be with you.”
“Okay.” I moved down her body, taking a brief stop at her breasts. Along with kissing her sublime lips, I could spend a lifetime sucking her tits. They were magnificent globes with pink nipples that puckered and distended as if they were beckoning me. Only me, if she was telling the truth about her inexperience. One thing I knew about Summer, she wasn’t a liar.
But there was more territory to cover, so with a few tugs of my teeth on her nipples, I started moving lower.
“Rafe? What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you feel good, Summer.”
“Down there?”
“That’s where the erotic bits are.” I loved her sweet innocence. I loved even more that she was going to let me be her tour guide to all the pleasures a man and women could find flesh to flesh.
Around us, the breeze rustled the leaves in trees and the water bubbled along the river. It was like there was no one else in all the world but me and Summer. What a world that could be if it was true.
“But…it’s gross.”
“No, it’s not.” I stopped because I didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want. “I can make you come without hurting you. Do you want that?”
She nodded. “But you have to stop if it’s gross.”
I laughed. “I’ll stop if it’s gross.” I settled my shoulders between her thighs and inhaled her sweet pussy scent mixed with the musk of my semen. I used my tongue to swirl around the hardened pearl of her clit.