MIA
I don’t know who’s in control of this anymore or if I ever was. I might have had to convince him, but he’s the one who leads me to my room. I can’t believe this is happening. That was the biggest gamble I’ve ever taken, and my legs are still shaking from nerves. But it worked. It actually worked, and he’s turning to face me.
I can’t believe he’s standing in front of me like this, staring at me, taking in every inch of my bare skin. Goose bumps rise over my arms, and I shiver, but I’m not cold. In fact, my skin is flushed and getting warmer the longer I stand here, waiting.
“What do I do now?” I finally have to whisper. It sounds stupid, probably, but he knows this is my first time. I’m not trying to impress anybody.
“Right now? You could stand right there, and I could easily jerk off to the sight of you.” He lowers his pants and kicks them aside, then takes himself in his fist. Watching him like this stirs something deep in my core, tightening it, spreading heat out in all directions.
And he’s doing it because of me. Just because he’s looking at me.
“Sit down.” He kneels in front of me, and once I’m settled, he takes my tits in his hands. I can’t help but thrust my chest toward him, offering more of me. All of me. “Perfect, fuckable tits,” he murmurs, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. “One of these days, I’m gonna fuck these until I come in your mouth.” I can only stare at him, breathless, wishing that time was now. Who knows if we’ll ever have this chance again? He might regret it later -hell, I can admit, I might, too. I want to do everything I can now while I have him with me.
Or maybe it’ll be so good there won’t be any chance of either of us changing our minds.
He lifts one of my tits and replaces his thumb with his tongue, slowly circling the tip. I don’t know what’s better, the feeling or the sight of it. I could watch him do this all day. “That’s nice.” I sigh. My hand cups the back of his neck, and I hold him close. He groans softly, and I take that as a good thing.
“You deserve to be treated like a goddess.” He delivers the same attention to my other nipple, sucking this time. He catches it between his teeth, and I moan helplessly, urging him on.
“That feels incredible. Oh, my God…”
I whimper a little when he stops, making him grin. “Already greedy.”
“I guess it’s because you make me feel so good.” I had a feeling that would get him, and it does. His eyes widen a little, his grin spreading wider.
“If you think that’s good, how about you let me taste you again?” He has me on my back before I can take a breath, my feet on the floor. He takes his time sliding my thong down, and I look down in time to see him lift the crotch to his nose. It’s shocking and erotic, and I am so, so ready for him. I knew if it ever happened, it would be hot and exciting and a little scary, but I had no idea anything in the world could be like this. All I can do is wonder how much more there is. How much more we could do together if we had the chance with nobody around to stop us.
He drapes my legs over his shoulders, positioning me. I already know he’s good at this, and I lie back again. It’s amazing how much I already trust him. I know he won’t hurt me.
“Has there ever been anything inside this beautiful pussy?” he asks before teasing my outer lips with the tip of his tongue. I can’t help but seize up, gasping, then shuddering in pleasure. How am I supposed to answer questions when I’m on fire?
“No. Not inside.”
“I’ll get you ready, baby. You just lie back and relax.” He buries his tongue between my lips, and relaxing is the last thing I can do now. Not when every stroke of his tongue against my aching flesh makes me writhe, out of control. I don’t even mean to do it. My body has a mind of its own, finally able to express everything I locked up inside it all this time.
The pressure at my entrance is a surprise but not unwelcome. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he raises his head. “Relax,” he reminds me. “I’ll start slow. I want you to enjoy it.” Somehow, that’s the hottest thing he could have said. The hottest thing so far.
He slides a finger deep inside me, and I smile, almost purring. “That’s nice.”
“So tight.” His voice is strained. “I can’t wait to stretch you with my cock.”
“I want you to… I want you inside me.” Who am I? Who’s saying this?
The pressure increases, and I realize he’s added another finger. He works them in and out in long, slow strokes. Every once in a while, he flicks his tongue over my clit, and I buck, hips shooting up off the bed. Again, again, and I realize he’s teasing me when he chuckles.
“The fun I can have with you, princess.” I don’t mind hearing him say it. I actually like it when he says it while he has me like this.
“Think you could take one more?”
I can only nod, my lips pressed together, my throat going tight. My whole body is tensing up, including the muscles around Zeke’s fingers. I’m going to come, and it’s going to be huge.
“That’s right. Be a good girl and come for me.” He picks up speed until wet, slapping sounds fill the room. I’m sopping wet, soaking into the blanket, and a high-pitched whine is now coming from my mouth. I can’t control any of it. I only know I’ll die if he doesn’t stop, and I’ll die if he does.
I can hear his soft laughter as I start to come. “That’s right. That’s my girl. Show me how much you love this.”
I have no choice but to do it, moaning until my voice breaks.
When I come to, he’s licking me clean, then sucking me off his fingers. “I can’t get enough,” he admits. “You’re so sweet.”
“You really like it?”
“It drives me crazy.” He stands, and I can see that’s the truth. He’s thick and long, and his head is swollen, purple, and dripping. He takes it in one hand, stroking himself, looking down at me. “You’re sure about this? Because once I’m inside you, it can’t be undone.”
It’s not just sweet. For all I know, sweetness is the last thing on his mind. There’s more at stake here than just him and me. He could lose his job, and he’s afraid I’ll be the reason he loses it. I wouldn’t do that to him, no matter what, but he doesn’t know that.
“I’m absolutely sure. I want you.”
That’s all he needs to lean on one hand and guide himself to me with the other. This time, the pressure is stronger, verging on pain, but the pleasure is better. Stronger.
He rolls his hips and fills me, stretching me more than before, and that’s it. I’m not a virgin anymore. And he’s the only person I ever wanted to be my first. I open my eyes and look up at him to find him staring down at me. I smile a little, showing him I’m okay, and he pulls back to push forward again.
“So… fucking… tight…” He grits his teeth, tendons standing up on his neck like he’s struggling. “So wet. Gonna make me come. Fuck…” But he doesn’t. He holds back, and his steady rhythm slowly builds. A deeper, stronger pleasure than before starts to build along with it.
“Zeke, you feel so good…”
“Take my cock,” he grunts before filling me again. “Take it all.”
“Yes,” I whisper while the warmth in my core turns to heat, ready to explode. “So good.”
“Yeah… it is…” He lowers himself onto his forearms, and the extra pressure against my clit makes me gasp. That combined with his thrusts and the unbearable friction is too much. “Tight pussy. My pussy.”
“Yes… yes…” I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. I don’t know anything. “Yours.”
His eyes meet mine, only inches away. I could get lost in them the way I’m lost in this. In us. “I’m gonna come, I think…” My eyes squeeze shut, and I nod hard. “I’m coming, oh, God!”
He pulls out fast, and when I open my eyes and look up at him, his fist is moving frantically up and down his length. I’m still shaking and moaning his name when his cum splashes across my chest, then my stomach.
I know I should probably feel dirty, but all I feel is pride. Satisfaction. I can’t believe it finally happened. And I already can’t wait for it to happen again.
At first, though, I don’t know how he feels. He goes to the bathroom like he did before and gets a washcloth. I
guess if he’s going to come on me, he might as well clean me up. And he does so gently but efficiently. Never once does he look above my shoulders. Is he going to get weird like he did last night? Will he walk out on me?
As it turns out, no. He makes it just far enough to throw the washcloth into the hamper before coming back to the bed, climbing in next to me, and getting under the sheets like he’s ready for sleep. “Are you okay? Tell me the truth.”
His tone contains a combination of caring and possessiveness. I can’t decide if he’s asking because he genuinely cares or because he feels like he’s supposed to.
Either way, the answer is the same. “I’m fine. Really, better than fine.”
“Good. Your first time should be good. It isn’t for a lot of people.”
“I guess not everybody gets as lucky as I did.” I meant it sincerely, but he laughs anyway.
The laughter doesn’t last long, and I knew it wouldn’t. Now that it’s over, we have to talk about reality. “Nobody can know about this. None of your friends. Nobody.”
My head bobs up and down. I’d snicker and ask him to tell me another good one, but I just had sex for the first time and don’t think this is the right time to get all sarcastic. “I won’t say anything to anybody. Not ever.”
He stares at me for a long time like he’s trying to figure out whether I’m telling the truth. I must convince him because he nods. “Good. And obviously, nobody back home can know.”
“You don’t need to say that, believe me.”
“So when we go home for break, we’ll have to go back to the way things used to be.”
“You mean hating each other.”
He almost smiles. Almost. “Did we? I mean, I know I hated you, but how could you possibly hate me? I’m charming and friendly.”
I know he’s joking, but even if he wasn’t, I’d probably burst out laughing anyway. “You are so full of shit.”
“Admit it.” He rolls onto his side, facing me, and I have to remind myself to look him in the eye rather than drool over his ridiculous body. Even now, relaxed, stretched out on the bed with the sheet barely draped over his hip, he’s enough to turn me on all over again. I’m still sore, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do much walking today without wincing, but I’m ready to go again.
“Admit what?”
“You like my attitude. It gets you off, fighting with me.” He grins, and I realize he hardly ever did before now. I barely recognize him. He even looks younger, and is that a dimple in his left cheek?
“So what if it does? Are you going to pick fights with me as an aphrodisiac or something?” I raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
“I don’t need to fight with you to want to fuck you, Mia.” He takes a long, slow tour of my body with his eyes. “All I have to do is look at you.”
The low growl under his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “You’re looking at me now.” I don’t take my eyes off him while pulling the blanket away from my body.
He licks his lips. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” Something tells me he doesn’t mind. I know I don’t.