Authors: Joanna Blake
Jesus, she tasted good.
My hands grasped her hips, settling her firmly on my already hard cock. She did that to me, that fast. Every fucking time.
"Clay..."
"Don't tell me you don't want this."
She said nothing as my hand slipped into her bikini bottom, finding her wet and slippery inside. She gasped, her head falling backwards. I teased her for a while, toying with her soft lips.
I nudged the top of her bikini aside with my chin and started sucking on her nipple. It was hard, poking out at me, driving me wild. I started rocking my hips up and into her and she moaned.
Finally, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. Just a little. Just enough so she could look at my face.
"Are you going to do that again? Walk away?"
"No."
She stared at me, her big beautiful eyes full of heat. Her lips were parted slightly, making me want to slide my tongue between them. Among other things.
"Okay. But just tonight."
My heart started thudding in my chest as she stood and offered me her hand. We walked together into the pool house. There was a couch in there, as well as a couple of upholstered lounge chairs. I pressed her into one of them, bending her forward. Then I slid her bikini bottoms down.
"Hold onto something Nev. I think there's going to be an earthquake."
I pulled my dick out and slid it up and down her gorgeous pussy lips. Then I pressed forward, letting her lips close over the tip of my cock. It was like a kiss.
The best damn kiss ever.
I groaned as I slid forward, her sugar walls stretching to accommodate me. I knew I was big. And she was tiny. So I went slow. But not too slow.
I couldn't.
"Fuck Nev, you feel so good."
She was quiet but I could hear her breathing hard. She was a turned on as I was. I pushed forward, feeling her hymen give way. She let out a soft sigh and that was it.
I was in.
For a moment I could barely believe it. My cock was buried to the hilt in the sweetest girl I'd ever known. It was profound how different this was from any other sex I'd ever had.
Slowly, I started to ride her, scooping down so I could feel every inch of her as I slid in and out. She was soaking wet thankfully so the only friction was from her tightness. I could feel her walls undulating on my cock, massaging me. I knew she was going to cum.
I pulled out and carried her over to the couch.
I wanted to see her face when she came.
I wanted to look into her eyes.
Nevada
Clay was above me, his face serious as he worked his cock slowly in and out of my body. It felt good. It felt so good that I could hardly believe it.
Clay knew what he was doing, that much was sure.
But he was being surprisingly gentle with me. Tender, almost. He stared into my eyes while he fucked me. I hadn't been expecting that.
I felt so exposed, unable to hide the pleasure he was giving me. But I couldn't look away.
A shudder tore through me as I peaked, my body clamping down on him. Clay kept going, pumping his cock into me a little faster. He grunted, a sexy as hell sound that only made me cum harder.
After that things got a little crazy. Clay was driving into me, so hard it should have hurt. Somehow it didn't. Somehow, it was exactly what I needed.
More.
Deeper.
Harder.
I'd never felt anything like it. Or imagined anything like it. I was afraid suddenly that I was going to crave this for the rest of my life.
Crave him.
I watched hungrily as his muscles flexed above me. His face was a mask of concentration as he drove me to another orgasm. I was shaking as I felt his cock expand inside me, sending tingles through my body.
Then he unloaded.
Inside me.
Without a condom.
Well, that was brilliant. Thank god I'd just started the pill. But even so, I wasn't sure if it was effective after just 48 hours.
Still, as he stared down at me, thrusting home, I knew I wouldn't have changed a thing.
As first times went, I was pretty sure this was off the charts.
He kissed me and rolled to the side, bringing me with him. His arms were around me as his cock slowly shrank inside me. He seemed unwilling to let me go.
Finally, I pushed away and reached for my clothes. Clay sat up on his elbow, his hair adorably disheveled. I resisted the urge to tousle it. He'd already gotten what he wanted.
And in a way, so had I.
Too bad I wanted it for real.
I wanted him to be my boyfriend if I was honest with myself. But that wasn't going to happen. Better to leave with my dignity intact.
"What are you doing?"
"I need to go."
"Stay. I don't want to lose you."
I stared at him, utterly confused.
"I told you this was a one time thing. To get it out of our systems."
I smiled at him to soften the blow. I could play it cool. That's what was expected.
"Thank you by the way. It was a nice way to lose my virginity."
He grabbed my hand.
"Nev, don't go. I want to be with you. For real."
My jaw must have dropped. I froze, my damp bikini bottoms on and nothing else.
"What do you mean?"
"I think I'm falling for you Nevada."
My heart started pounding in my chest. Of all the scenarios I'd played through my mind, this one had never ever made an appearance. He wanted to be with me? This had to be a line. Right?
I searched his face, looking for a sign that he was gaming me. Nothing. Not a trace.
He meant it, I realized. He meant every fucking word. A warm feeling spread through my chest at the earnest look on his face. I didn't protest as he pulled me back down to the sofa.
He stroked my cheek softly as our bodies melted into each others. I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. He was hard again. And so help me, I was ready again too.
He was kissing my neck, distracting me. But I had to ask him. I had to understand.
"I don't get it. Why me?"
"There's nobody like you Nev."
He lifted his face, his blue eyes staring into mine.
"You're the realest thing in my life Nev... you always have been."
And then he slowly drove me wild all over again.
Chapter Thirteen
Clay
It was the third night of mind blowing sex with Nevada. I was just as crazed as that first night. More.
Everything we did together felt so good. So right. So far tonight, I'd fed her strawberries and champagne. And done... other things.
Lots of other things.
She'd said just one night but I'd persuaded her otherwise. This time was special. This time I had her in the main house. In my bed.
Nobody was home. It was the only way I could convince her to come up here. But once she was in my bed, there was no way I was letting her out again.
Slowly, I was driving in and out of her quivering pussy. My cock felt so good inside her, it could have made me cry.
Yes, I said it.
Nevada Jones' hot little pussy could make a grown man cry.
We'd already used the shower, the floor and the desk. Just as I'd imagined. Now I was taking her a third time, face to face.
I decided to try something different. I rolled over, putting her on top. Her sweet little mouth made a surprised 'O' as she stared down at me. I reached up, stroking her tits. Her head fell back and she started to move.
Smart girl.
She picked things up real quick, my Nevada.
And she was that.
Mine.
My eyes were glued to her beautiful body as she undulated on top of me. Dear Jesus, this was hot. Why hadn't I thought of this before? Now I could feel her and watch her.
It was a double whammy.
I caught the reflection of us in the mirror over my dresser. I could see my legs and balls and meat as it slid in and out of Nevada's perfect fucking backside.
Jesus, what an ass.
Make that a triple whammy.
I grabbed her hips and started to drive my cock upwards into her body. Her hands came down to steady herself as I started to jackhammer. I couldn't help it. It felt too good.
I loved the way her tits jiggled when I fucked her.
I loved the way her pussy felt.
I loved the sweet way she curled against me between sessions of unbelievably hot sex.
I loved every fucking thing about her.
All the air left my chest as I felt myself starting to cum. I had wanted to make it last for a half hour or longer but when you gotta go, you gotta go.
My cock had a mind of it's own after all.
I groaned in ecstasy as I felt load after load spurt out of me. I painted her box with my seed. It felt fucking amazing.
I wondered what it would be like to get her pregnant.
She was on the pill, I knew that. I'd assumed and then eventually asked. But I kind of wished she wasn't.
I froze as my orgasm continued to pump cum into her.
I wanted to have a baby with her.
That was crazy. Everything about this was crazy.
Maybe I was losing my mind.
I lifted her off me and went into the bathroom, staring at my reflection.
Nevada
I lay there, utterly confused by the sudden change in Clay's demeanor. He'd been staring at me like I was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Now he was barely looking at me.
Still, his arm was wrapped around my waist. I tried to adjust it and he'd squeezed me, not letting me move.
Now, I was starting to get dozy.
"I should go back."
He didn't say anything.
"Clay? I need to go back or my mom will get worried."
Again he said nothing. I sighed deeply and tried to move his arm again. It felt like lead. Hot, sexy, bristling with muscles lead.
I couldn't move.
"No."
That's all he said. He just flat out refused to move. And then he started touching me and I forgot about my mom, or having to sneak out, or getting caught by the servants in the morning.
His fingers scooped up against my sex from behind. He didn't move an inch, except to use his leg to lift mine, spreading me open.
Then he started teasing me.
Oh God.
I couldn't stand up to this sort of thing for long. I was weak. At least where he was concerned. He knew it too.
I whimpered in need as he traced the outside of my pussy lips. A low laugh was his only response. He was still laying there, not looking at me, not talking. His face was buried in the back on my neck.
I lost track of time as he played with me. He toyed with me for a long time, finally sliding his cock inside me from behind. Then he fucked me so slowly that I thought I would go insane.
His hand slipped to the front and found my clit. His cock slid in and out of me with excruciating control as he kept me on the edge of orgasm for an hour. Finally, he picked up his pace.
Something changed. He took his hand away and gripped my hips, thrusting into me hard. There was something almost desperate about it.
I opened my eyes and caught sight of us in the mirror. He was behind me. He didn't know I could see his face.
He looked so raw it took my breath away. His face was twisted in what looked like abject despair. Like he knew he was going to hurt me and he didn't want to.
Like he didn't want this at all.
But he couldn't help himself.
I came then, creaming all over his shaft. He twitched and shuddered behind me and unloaded into my pussy again. We lay there, still connected.
Never further apart.
It was the most intense orgasm I'd had yet.
But it was wrong somehow.
I felt dirty.
I felt used.
I felt ashamed.
I must have fallen asleep for a little while because when I woke up Clay was gone.
And I was tied spread eagle to his bed.
Chapter Fourteen
Clay
I was a dick.
I was a cad.
I was literally the biggest asshole known to man.
I walked back into the room with a tray. I'd tied her up and left her there. All alone.
Sweet innocent Nevada.
I was going to torment her. I was going to tease her. I was going to take pictures too.
So I had something to remember her by.
Because I knew when I untied her that she'd walk out and never, ever, ever come back again.
I was a total fucking dick.
I almost hated myself in that moment. But then I pushed the door open and saw her there. Naked. Helpless. At my beck and call.
And I stopped thinking rationally all together.
That happened a lot around Nev.
"Good morning sweetheart. Are you hungry?"
I shut the door behind me and carried the tray to the bedside table. There were two of everything. So she knew in an instant that the staff knew I was not alone.
And soon enough they'd know who was in here with me.
Who I was fucking.
I saw the realization dawn on her face. I'd tricked her. I'd made her stay.
Like I said, I was pretty much a stone cold bastard.
And things were about to get a lot worse.
"Breakfast my sweet."
She glared at me, saying nothing. I lifted the edge of the sheet and peeked underneath. I couldn't help but grunt at the sight of all those luscious curves. Totally at my disposal.
"Hungry?"
She ignored me. I grinned at her.
"That's okay. I am. And you are going to be my table."
Her eyes got very, very wide. I had a sip of my coffee, offering her some. She turned her head away, not answering me. So she was giving me the silent treatment. I was going to put an end to that real fucking fast.
"Well, I guess I better set the table."
I lifted the edge of the sheet covering her again and slowly dragged it down her body. She whimpered and stared at me. I just took my time, enjoying the view.
And there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
"Clay-"