ed up about sex. And there’s nothing to be ashamed about between us.”
“Then why aren’t you inside me?” Her voice is soft and sweet, but strong.
She deserves the truth. “Because I’m the f*ck
ed up one. I’m having trouble separating fantasy from reality here, and trying to be a good guy.”
A smirk tells me my goal is way off the mark. “Get a condom on, mister. I want to have sex, and I want to have sex with you. I want you to call me a good girl and use all the dirty words, and when we’re done, I’m probably going to want to do it again.”
How the f*ck
can I say no to that?
I tumble her onto her back and reach for my pants on the floor. I roll the condom on as I crawl between her legs, but I don’t thrust into her yet. I enter her with my fingers first, watching her face as she takes one, then two. That’s f*ck
ing tight, but she’s bucking hard against me.
“Another one,” she breathes. “Stretch me wide. Get me ready.”
Ali’s no innocent. Gotta love the internet. I slowly add a third finger, and it’s too tight, but she presses against me until she can’t go any further, then I ease back. Before she can frown at me, I slide in again, getting past the knuckles this time.
When I pull out again, I wrap my hand around my cock, smearing her wetness on the condom.
She’s as ready as she’s going to get.
—seventeen—
Alison
My heart is pounding a mile a minute as I watch Scott press his erection against my p*ussy
. I rock my hips, wanting him inside me with a restless impatience I can’t even handle, but then he shifts, and he’s inside me, just a little bit, and it’s ohmygod so much bigger than his fingers.
I cry out and he pauses. He doesn’t pull back, and he gets a gold star in de-virgining for that. He just looks at me and tells me how hot I am.
That helps.
I roll my hips, then plant my feet on the bed, but that tenses everything up.
“Shhh,” he says, shifting so more of his weight is on top of me. Oh, I like that.
He kisses me, his tongue coaxing mine out to play, and then, ever so slowly, he pushes inside me, pausing every time I tense to whisper something else. Bit by bit I open to him, and he presses inside until he’s filling me up.
I’m gasping for air by the time he’s buried to the root inside me, because I’ve never in my entire life felt anything like this.
I’m so full it hurts, but the hurt is so good, and I want him to do something, but I’m not sure what. f*ck
me, probably.
I breathe his name, and he presses his hips into me. How is that possible, to get any deeper? But it is, and he does, and then he starts to pull out.
Before I can say something—no no no, maybe, or get back here, ass*ole
, or don’t move, please—he thrusts all the way into me, making me scream. And then I know exactly what I want to say.
“Again. Oh my God, do that again.”
He grins, and does exactly that, dragging his cock out of me and driving it back in, tripping a bunch of really awesome nerve endings in both directions. I cling to him as he rocks into me, and when I start rolling my hips enthusiastically, he shifts positions, pushing up onto his knees.
He hauls me up with him, so my hips are off the bed and in his lap. I can’t move as he holds my thighs steady, and he feeds his cock back into me. This angle is even better, because I’m all relaxed and open to him, and deep inside, the thick, broad head of his erection is rubbing something that feels so, so good.
I’m going to explode.
I mean, I’m going to come, but in a new and scary way, and I think it’s a legit concern that I might actually burst into a million pieces.
People don’t actually die from sex, right? Not unless there are gerbils involved?
I’m probably safe. I hope I don’t actually explode. As soon as all those pieces of me slam back together, I’m going to want to do this again.
My hands roam onto my body. I want to touch him, too, but I can only reach his knee. But there’s another part of him I can touch. The part that’s ruthlessly spearing into me, over and over again. I slide my fingers over my mound. Holy shit, I’m wet. Well, that would be embarrassing if he wasn’t so hard. And huge.
All of that is inside me, I think as my fingers dance over his surging flesh. My touch centers all of my attention right there, where we’re joined. It feels good, but underneath the “holy shit full of feelings” reaction, there’s a burn, too. I’m going to be sore later.
That’s later’s problem.
“Touch yourself,” Scott rasps, and I jerk my gaze to his face. He’s watching, too.
“I’m touching you.”
“And I’m going to fill you up with come in a minute, so either touch that pretty little clit and make yourself come, or get that gorgeous hand out of the way so I can do it.”
Well. I grin and touch myself. “Like that?”
He groans. “f*ck
yeah.”