I’m out of breath as he pulls away, and I stand motionless for a moment with my eyes still closed. Holy fuck.
“Was that okay?” he asks. He is seeking my approval. He knows I’m a rookie and he wants to make sure he’s doing this the right way for me.
“Wow,” I gasp when my mind and body finally reconnect. “That was the best first kiss.”
“I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with. If we stop after that one kiss, I’m okay with that.” He continues, “I don’t want you to think you have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
I don’t want to stop. One kiss is not enough with this man.
“I want more,” I say in almost a whisper. “But I just don’t know what to do. I feel so stupid saying that out loud.”
“I can show you what to do. I happen to be pretty good at this, babe.” He winks at me. “I just need to know what it is you want from me.”
I’m too embarrassed to say anything. I’ve never had an orgasm. Not even on my own. I want one. My roommates talk all the time about orgasms, real ones and the ones they fake. He must be reading my mind, because he answers before I can.
“I want to make you come,” he whispers into my ear. His ice blue eyes are piercing and heavy. Oh my God, this is happening. My heart is racing. I can feel my cheeks flush. I’m suddenly very hot and very nervous at the sound of those words. I don’t even know how he would do that.
“Uh, how – how does that work?”
He smiles with his dimples on full display, but he doesn’t say a word. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles, and we walk through the apartment and up the stairs. He opens the door to his bedroom and motions for me to enter. His room is large, and very clean. It has some football memorabilia from his past seasons at Cambria scattered about, and a laptop on the dresser. Other than that, there isn’t any clutter. His bed is dark wood and there’s a gray comforter on top of what appears to be white and gray striped sheets.
My breath catches for a moment – he doesn’t take girls to his room. Oh, God, am I ready for this? Does he think we’re going to have sex? I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.
“I-I thought you didn’t bring girls up to your room?” I ask nervously. I’m not sure what we’re doing up here. I am ready for something, but I’m not ready to lose my virginity tonight. I thought we would make out on the couch or something.
“I don’t bring girls up here. You’re the first,” he says without taking his eyes off of me.
He walks over to me so our bodies are almost touching. My body is shaking from nerves, excitement, and anticipation. I can feel the heat between us.
Brooks slips his t-shirt off over his head. I have to make sure my mouth is closed or I’ll start to drool. He is tanned and toned. He has a six-pack of rock-hard abs, and his V-cut muscles are protruding down into his waistband. His pecs are perfectly shaped, and he has a large tattoo covering his left shoulder. I can’t tear my eyes off of him.
He cups my face with his hands again and presses his lips to mine. The fire inside of my body ignites all over again, and I can feel my insides tighten. He slips in tongue between my lips again and our tongues perform their magical dance again. I reach my hand up to his chest to help steady myself. His skin is like silk with concrete under it. I run my hand over the bumps of each of his abs. The blood is rushing through my body, and I may faint. I wonder if all kisses elicit these intense feelings.
He releases me and my body shudders. “Lift your arms, please,” he softly commands. I comply. He slides my shirt off over my head and I can feel my hair hit my back. I suddenly feel very exposed, and cross my arms. He grabs them and unwraps them. “Let me see you.”
His words make my insides jump. Let me see you. No one has ever seen me naked before. My swimsuit is a one-piece for fuck’s sake. He runs his long fingers up my arms and back down. Goosebumps appear all over my body.
He smiles and slides his right hand across my belly and dips one finger under my waistband. I hold my breath, taking in every touch. This is the most erotic moment of my life.
“Have you ever been touched before?” he asks. I shake my head. I have forgotten how to speak. “Are you still doing okay?” I nod.
His fingers reach for the button of jeans and before I know it he has slid them down to the floor. He’s good. I step out of them. I’m now standing in front of a shirtless Brooks McCarthy in nothing but a black cotton bra and panties. I don’t own a thong or silky underwear. No one ever sees them, and I like to be comfortable. I’m a little embarrassed by my plain underwear and move to cross my arms again, but his hand grabs my arms and stops me. “Don’t,” he growls. His icy eyes are locked on mine.
He presses against me and his lips begin their assault on mine again. The fire fans throughout my body as his tongue dances with mine over and over. I wrap my arms around him running my hands up and down his muscular back. I can feel the bulge pulsing through his zipper.
I drag my hands down the front of his chest and pause at his waistband. His breath hitches and his eyes spring open in surprise. He stares intently at me. “M-may I?” I ask and dart my eyes away from him.
He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “Anytime you want,” he says with a devilish smile.
My fingers fumble because I’m so nervous. I am not as smooth as he is, but I eventually get his pants undone and pull them to the floor. He lets out a low groan. As I rise back up to meet him I glance at his black boxer briefs. There’s a huge bulge in the front that used to be contained by his jeans. I’ve never seen a real penis. Just the photos from sex ed in high school.
I press my hand against the bulge and Brooks lets out a long, slow moan. I can feel it throbbing in my palm. It’s way bigger than my hand. My heart begins to race and my stomach is doing cartwheels.
Brooks leads me over to the bed and I pause. “Doing all right?” he asks. He looks concerned. “We can stop if you want to.” Hell no I don’t.
“Um, no. I’m good, I swear. Just needed a second.”
I lay down on the bed on my back and scoot into the middle. Brooks climbs onto the bed next to me. He’s hovering over me, leaning on one elbow. I can feel his cock pulsating against my thigh. He leans in and begins to kiss me again. He takes his free hand and runs it from my neck, between my breasts and down to my navel. My skin is on fire and a soft moan escapes from my lips and into his mouth. He slides his hand back up and pauses at my chest. He reaches his hand behind my back and undoes the clasp in one smooth motion. He’s done this before. Obviously he has done this before. I have heard the rumors and he’s openly admitted his sexcapades to me. But I’m the first in his room, and that means something to me, even if it may not mean anything to him. He tosses my bra to the floor.
He stops kissing me and sits up. His eyes work their way from my eyes to my chest, he pauses, gazing at each breast, and then moves his eyes back to mine. “Perfect,” he whispers.
He leans back down and his lips and tongue resume their incessant motion. I feel his hand on my neck, tracing a line down to my chest. His hand cups my left breast and I tense. He feels it and pauses. I grab the back of his head and press his lips harder to mine. With that reassurance, his hand resumes its movement. His long finger grazes over my nipple and it becomes erect. He does that several more times before he takes my swollen bud between his thumb and index finger. He begins to gently twist his fingers in a circle, and I arch my back to press my breast further into his hand.
“Does that feel good,” he groans into my ear. I nod. “Tell me,” he commands.
“It feels so good. Don’t stop,” I moan. I’ve never felt these feelings rushing through my body right now. He begins to work on my other breast, his fingers moving quickly and with purpose. I moan again.
“Hang on, baby, it gets better,” he growls into my ear. It gets better? How? The assault of his fingers on my nipples is torture. My pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with lust. My head is spinning with pleasure.
Brooks begins plac
ing tender kisses down my jawline to my neck. His hot breath on my skin ignites my insides again and again. He slowly works his way down to my chest. When his lips surround my nipple, a tingling sensation rushes to the region. I arch my back again. My body is physically begging him for more. His tongue begins to swirl and flick around the bud. I moan loudly and press my thigh into his rock-hard cock. He moans in response and his tongue swirls faster.
“Not yet, gorgeous, not yet.”
“Mac, I can’t—“ I gasp. My breathing is heavy. How is he doing this to my body with just my breasts?
He shifts again and slides his body lower. He presses his face against my panties and rubs his nose back and forth again my mound. The tingling in my pussy is out of control. He slides his fingers into the side of the panties and slips them off. Oh my God. What am I doing? This more than I thought would happen, but I don’t want to stop. My senses are all consumed by Brooks and I’m swimming in ecstasy. I have never felt so alive.
He moves back up so we are face to face again. “Are you still okay with this?” he asks.
“Are we going to have sex?” I squeak.
“Not yet, gorgeous. There are more things I want to do first. I want to make you come.” He’s so sure of himself in all aspects of his life, but especially here. He knows exactly what he’s doing to my body.
“Can I make you come now?” he groans into my ear.
“Yes, please,” I beg.
He leans over and begins kissing and nipping all along my neck and jawline up to my ear. I feel his hand caress me down to my chest, where he pauses and brushes over a nipple again. I moan in approval and his hand continues to move south.
His hand brushes over my clit and a jolt of electricity shoots through my whole. What the fuck was that? Brooks takes the pad of his thumb and begins circling my swollen clit. The feeling is exquisite. Shivers are running up and down my spine. My head is spinning and I can’t control my racing heart.
“You’re so wet for me, KK,” he moans into my ear, and with that he slides a finger inside. FUCK! I can feel him slowly moving in and out of my pussy, all while the pad of his thumb continues to rub my clit. I arch my back again and urge him to keep going.
His finger begins to move faster in and out. My body begins to tense. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he whispers into my ear. His words, his hot breath on my skin, and the motion of his hand over my wet and swollen pussy does me in. My eyes squeeze shut and I call out his name as I come for the first time in my life. The rush of electricity and heat through my body stuns me.
I’m seeing stars and my breathing is rapid. It takes me a second to regain my composure and realize what just happened. Brooks is looking down at me. His blues are so bright. He’s analyzing my facial expression, waiting for me to respond to what just occurred between us.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I manage.
A huge smile spreads across his face. “It only gets better, baby,” he replies.
“I don’t see how it could.”
Chapter 12: Brooks
It has never felt so good giving a girl an orgasm. I’ve done it many times in my life, but watching Kiernan arch her back and moan my name when she climaxed… Holy fuck. I’m lying next to her, admiring her flawless body, inhaling her sweet scent. She smells like vanilla and sweat. Her ripped abs are tight. Her supple tits with their tiny pink nipples are moving up and down with her chest as she catches her breath. Her full lips are swollen, parted and bright pink from my contact. The perfect V between her legs, with a dusting of dark hair, is on full display. It just doesn’t get better than this.
Kissing her soft, thick lips. Toying with her nipples with my tongue. She was so wet. Her body responds to my touch. To my voice. Shit. I’m getting hard again. I memorized her face as she came. Eyebrows furrowed, tongue sticking out like she does when she’s concentrating. I can still feel how tight and wet her pussy was wrapped around my finger. I gave Kiernan Kelly her first orgasm.
She finally opens her eyes and smiles at me. Before I know it, she’s pushed me onto my back and is straddling me. My dick is so hard and she is sitting on it. Naked. If she moves even an inch, I don’t know if I will be able to control myself. I don’t want to come in my boxers, and I know she isn’t ready to have sex yet.
“What are you doing?” Women rarely catch me off guard, especially in the bedroom. I’m usually in full control.
“I want to make you come.” She grins without missing a beat. Wow.
“You don’t need to do that,” I say, although it’s been so long that it’s really the only thing I can think about. “We’ve done a lot for your first night.”
“No way!” she practically shouts. “I’ve never felt so alive in my life. If that is how this feels, I want to make you feel that way too. Just tell me what to do.” Her black eyes are pleading with me. I want this so badly. I’m so fucking horny, and this chick does me in with just a look.
“Um, if you think you’re up for it. How do you want to do it? Hand or mouth?”
“Um, maybe hand to start,” she replies after a second to think about it. Her innocence is endearing and I love that I get to teach her.
“Okay,” I say. I grab her by her supple hips and move her off of me. I stand up and begin to take off my boxers. I’m about to slide them down when her excitement from just a minute ago tempers. “What’s wrong?”
“I wanted to take those off of you,” she says with a frown.
I chuckle and move closer to the edge of the bed. Kiernan smiles at me and scoots closer. She hooks her thumbs into the side of the boxers, pushes them down to my thighs, and Little Mac springs free. As he does, her black eyes grow wide and her mouth falls open. I don’t think she’s ever seen a dick before in real life, so I can imagine it may be a little intimidating.
Little Mac is pretty impressive. He’s long, thick, and smooth. I get razzed pretty badly in the locker room. They claim I bought my Harley with porn star money.
“Can I touch?” she asks innocently as she looks up at me through her long lashes. I may come right now.
“All yours, baby.” I smile and truly mean that. I will never belong to anyone else. Rule number one, rule number one, goddamn it! My subconscious is screaming at me because it feels like I'm falling, hard.
Her small finger reaches out and touches the head of my dick. It twitches and she jumps. I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she says, embarrassed.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” I reply. “Want me to show you how to do this?” She nods.
I climb onto the bed and lay on my back. I pat the spot next to me and she lays down. She’s watching intently as I grip the length of my shaft and begin to slowly stroke up and down. Her eyes are focused on my movements.
“Like this,” I say as I continue to stroke my cock in front of her. I’ve never given a hand job tutorial before, but watching her watching me with her big doe eyes is pretty fucking hot.
“Okay, I got it,” she says with a newfound confidence. She wraps her tiny hand around my dick and I moan. It looks downright massive in her tiny hand.
Electricity shoots through my body. I drop my head back and close my eyes. I haven’t been turned on by a hand job since high school. I look down and she is intently stroking my cock, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth with absolute focus.
“Little faster, baby,” I encourage and she begins pumping quicker. Fuck, this is amazing. I look down again and continue to watch her as she pumps me faster and faster. I reach out and grab her tit. I’m done. I throw my head back, close my eyes, and moan her name as my come sprays all over my stomach.
Kiernan stops and stares at my abs and her hand, which are both coated with come. Again, I have to remind myself that this is all new for her.
“That was amazing.” I smile at her as I catch my breath. I haven’t come in so long from someone else’s touch that it almost felt like the first time again. The smile that spreads across her face is one
of pride. She’s proud of herself, and so am I. This was a big step for her, for us.
“Can you hand me that box of Kleenex?” I nod toward the nightstand. She complies. She wipes her hand and as I clean myself up, as she watches closely. I stand, throw the Kleenex in the garbage can, and grab my boxers. I check the clock and it’s 1:03 a.m. I’m not ready for her to leave. This has been the best night of my life.
Kiernan stands, slipping on her underwear as she begins to get dressed. “Should I call the Uber now?” she asks. Does she think I’m really going to ask her to leave? I mean, I told her what my M.O. with girls usually is, but she can’t think I’d do that to her. She’s in my bed, for Christ’s sake.
“Hang on,” I say. I walk over to my dresser and pull out one of my t-shirts. I toss it to her and she gives me an odd look. It’s a desperate attempt to get her to stay, but I have to try.
“What’s this for?” she questions.
“You can wear it for pajamas,” I say with hope in my voice.
“Um, isn’t it sex and then a free Uber?” she asks as she is standing in my room, completely naked except for her panties.
“We didn’t have sex,” I reply with a wink. She blushes. “If you want to go home, I’ll drive you. But you can sleep here, with me, if you want.” At this point, I don’t even know what I am doing. My head and my heart are in some crazy battle, and my heart is kicking my head’s ass.
“With you? Doesn’t that break your rules?” she asks. Christ, does she have to remember all of my stupid rules right now?
“Nothing I have done with you so far has followed my rules, KK. I meant it when I said you were different. I can’t get enough of you. I want you to sleep here. With me. In my bed.” I lay it out as clear as I can. “I gave you your first orgasm tonight. You can be the first to sleep in my bed with me. Plus, maybe I can give you your second – and third.” I flash her a hopeful smile.
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