"I just got the boner now," I say, reaching for her towel. It falls to the ground. I pull her against my hardness, sliding her bra off before she can react.
"I'm surprised it took you so long," she says. "Considering we've been awake for at least thirty minutes."
"I'm surprised I was able to hold off this long," I tell her. "I was trying to be considerate."
"Because you deflowered me?" she asks, her hand moving straight to my cock.
"Look at me, trying to be a gentleman."
"I'd rather you not," she says, guiding the tip of my cock between her legs and touching it to her entrance.
"Cassie," I growl. She's wet, and it's not from the water. She's slick and warm, already eager for me. She arches her back against the side of the truck, slides her hands around my neck. "I'm trying to go easy on you."
"And I'm telling you not to." She puts her lips on mine, her teeth pinching my lower lip between them.
"Hell, Cassie," I say, my voice low in my throat. I yank her wet hair back, pulling her face up to mine and covering her mouth. I don't want to kiss this girl. I want to fucking devour her.
I slide my hand underneath her thigh, pulling one leg up around my waist and pushing her back roughly against the side of the truck. "Is this what you want?" I ask in a hush. I'm holding back, still afraid I'm going to hurt her, still afraid she's tender and tight and that she can't handle me.
"Yes," she pleads, the agony of her lust more than evident in her tone as she grips me, pulling me toward her.
That's all I need to hear. I enter her, slowly at first because no matter how not easy she tells me to go, she's still so fucking tight. Her warm wet pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, pulling me deeper and deeper into her until I'm all the way inside her, filling her up to the hilt with my cock.
I fuck her like that, one hand behind her knee, and the other gripping her hair so that her head is tilted back and she looks into my eyes. Her lips part, forming my name as she pants it softly.
"This is what you want, Cassie?" I ask her, punctuating my question with short thrusts deep inside her. She's so slick now, so wet, that I don't worry about hurting her anymore. I fuck her harder with each thrust.
"Yes, yes," she moans. She meets every thrust with her hips, her hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me against her like she can't get enough. "More."
She says it again and again, more, more, more, this barely coherent chant as she begs me to fuck her harder and harder until I'm balls deep in her.
"Tell me how much you like my cock in your tight little pussy," I say, my voice strained. She's so warm, so tight, so wet that she feels like heaven.
"Oh my God," she moans. "You feel so good."
"Say it, Cassie," I demand, yanking her hair harder.
"I love your hard cock." Her eyelids are heavy as she looks up at me, her words punctuated with little whimpers. "Fucking my tight –"
I thrust inside her again.
"Say it."
I thrust again, my cock so hard that it feels like it's going to burst. She's swollen around me, her muscles already squeezing me as she gets closer to orgasm. Her hands drag along my back, her fingernails digging into my skin.
"Say it," I groan. "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy full of cum. That's what you want, isn't it? To feel my cum dripping down your thighs?"
"Yes," she moans. "Yes."
"Say it."
"Fuck my tight –"
I thrust inside her. My balls clench, barely able to contain it.
"Virgin."
I thrust again, and her muscles clamp down on me hard before she even screams her orgasm.
"Pussy," she cries out, followed by a feral moan in my ear as she comes. Her muscles tense around me as I thrust deeply inside her once, twice, a third time as I fill her up.
My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and she looks at me, her hair sweaty from exertion, her cheeks flushed red, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Fuck me, if I ever get tired of seeing that expression on her face.
"You're dripping out of me," she whispers.
"Are you trying to get fucked again, saying stuff like that?" I ask. "Tell me you like it."
She moans. "I like it," she says. "And yeah, I'm trying to get fucked again."
28
Cassie
I'm lying on my bed in my room when I hear Sable yell. "Spill it! Cassie!"
I don't have time to respond before she bursts through my bedroom door, throwing it open and looking at me expectantly. "Knocking would be nice," I say. "What if –"
"What if you and Colton were getting it on in here, right?" she asks, grinning broadly as she walks over and flops down on my bed. "If you were doing the deed, I'd be scarred for life. But I didn't hear any uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh."
I slap her hard on the arm. "That is not what I sound like."
"Stop getting distracted. Did you do it or not?"
"I'm not kissing and telling!"
Sable looks at me like I have three heads. "I tell you about my sexual misadventures."
"Yeah, because you never learned appropriate boundaries as a child and you think that talking in great detail about your sexual conquests is totally normal."
"My sexual conquests," Sable says. "I like the way that sounds."