18 Happy
HAPPY
Mia
M y nerves are skyrocketing as we make our way to Jackson’s room. It was quiet in the Uber on the way here. I was too busy imagining how the rest of the night would go, and I bet Jackson’s thoughts weren’t far off. I’m more than ready for what’s about to happen—I just hope he is, which is hilarious, considering I’m the virgin here. I almost laugh out loud at the absurdity.
“What’s so funny?” Jackson asks as he opens the door.
Hmm… I didn’t think I actually laughed. “What do you mean?” I ask, playing dumb.
“You were smiling. What were you thinking about?”
Maybe honesty is the best approach here. “What’s funny is that I’m the one who’s never had sex, but you’ve been the one stopping us,” I say matter-of-factly, setting my purse down on the counter and turning to face him.
“Is that so? Tell me, do you think what we did on the way to the zoo was funny?” he asks as he stalks toward me.
“No.” Gulp.
“Do you think what we did on your birthday was funny?” He’s inches from me at this point.
“No,” I breathe, lust taking over.
“And do you think it’s funny that your pussy’s about to know what it feels like to have my dick so deep inside it’ll never be the same?”
“No,” I whisper, barely able to breathe at this point.
He closes the distance, backing me against the desk, and places his hand at my throat, extracting a whimper. “Good. Because there’s nothing funny about the way I plan to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. Is that what you want?” His hips are angled perfectly, his bulge pressing hard on my clit, driving my desire through the roof.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I knew you were my dirty little girl, Mia. Let’s see how messy we can make you.” He moves his hand from the front of my throat to the back, bringing me in for a sensual kiss that doesn’t last long enough before leading me toward the king-size bed.
I’m so aroused I can’t think straight. I want him naked. When we stop, my fingers immediately start undoing his buttons, not giving him a chance to make the first move. Removing his shirt, my hands roam his chiseled chest while he remains still, giving me plenty of time to explore. Leaning forward, I lick his nipple, tasting the saltiness before flicking my tongue over it to see his reaction. He doesn’t disappoint, hissing through his teeth and grabbing my hair for more.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans.
My halter is untied at the same time I go for his pants, both of us eager to get the other undressed. But before I can push them down, he wins the battle as the top of my dress falls, and he fervently attacks my chest. A minute later, he’s picking me up like a baby and tossing me onto the bed. Standing there with his bare chest and that sexy V showing from his open jeans makes my mouth water, almost enough to beg for him to take me. Instead, I simply stare, biting my bottom lip in desire.
“So we’re clear, I’m going to fuck you until morning comes or you can’t take anymore, whichever comes first, Mia. But to do that, we need to go over the basics.”
“Jackson. I know the basics.” I roll my eyes.
He climbs up and crawls over, straddling me on his hands and knees. “Oh you do, do you?” He dips down to bite my nipple, making me squeal. “How about birth control? Are you on it?”
Ohhhh… those basics. “Yes. I got the shot right after making my online dating profile.”
He immediately pops his head up and glares at me. “You were looking for someone to fuck?”
I’m afraid to answer but manage to squeak, “Maybe.”
“Your ass deserves to be spanked so hard right now.”
“O-Okay.” I’m clenching at the thought of it.
He hangs his head in exasperation and shakes it. “You have seriously ruined me for anyone else. You know that, right?” I can’t stop the smile that appears.
Lowering his body so it’s flush with mine, he takes my mouth passionately. I start undulating beneath him, needing friction. His jeans are still on, along with my dress on the lower half of me, but that doesn’t stop him from snaking his hand underneath to grab my bare ass. In seconds, we’re both panting, ready for more.
Pulling back, breathless, he continues. “Next issue. Since you’ve never had sex, I’m assuming you’re free of STDs?” I nod. “I haven’t been with anyone in weeks, and I’ve tested clear since. I don’t normally skip condoms, but going bare in your tight little pussy would make me the happiest man alive. But I’ll still be the happiest man alive with a wrapper on, so I’m leaving it up to you.”
“I know we’re supposed to, but I don’t want to use one.” It was drilled into us in school: never have unprotected sex . But if we know we’re both safe, then what’s the problem?
“We decide what we’re supposed to do, Mia, but are you 100 percent sure? Because that’s all that matters.”
“I’m sure. Can we stop talking now?” I say with a smirk.
“You’re so fucking impatient.”
“Seriously? All I’ve been is patient. I’m sick of—”
I’m cut off as he slaps his hand over my mouth. “You wanted to stop talking. Remember that,” he tells me firmly as he leaves his hand in place and dives down to my breast, squeezing it hard while flicking the nipple with his tongue. I buck underneath him, squealing into his hand.
“Are you ready to be a good little girl and keep your mouth shut while I get you ready for me, or do you need your panties stuffed inside that sassy mouth again? Hm?”
He keeps his mouth on my chest while he slips his hand under my dress. His fingers push aside my panties to the surprise waiting there.
“Fuck me. Is it my imagination or are you lacking something you weren’t last time?” He’s referring to my prep work this morning, and the excitement on his face is evident.
“Goddam, Mia, I can’t wait to get my eyes on you. But first…” He shoves his fingers inside, and I jerk my hips as I scream into his palm.
“You’re so fucking wet. Your pussy’s begging for it.” He plunges them in and out of me, fucking me with his hand. It feels so good, but I need more.
“You’ve had two fingers, sweetheart, but I’ll hurt this sweet pussy if I don’t stretch you some more. Are you ready for it?”
With his hand still covering my mouth, I nod frantically, willing to take whatever he’ll give me. I’m desperate for more, craving it. I don’t have to wait long before he slowly pushes in. This time, it does sting, but only slightly and not enough to make me stop.
“Is this okay? If it’s too much, I can slow down.”
I shake my head.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
Frantically, I nod and thrust my hips to prove it.
He chuckles. “Okay, settle down. I just don’t want to hurt you, and if this gave you pause—” He wiggles his fingers, causing me to moan. “—then I guarantee what’s next will be a lot more shocking. Let me loosen you up and see if I can pull an orgasm out of you.”
God, yes.
His hand starts to move in and out, every thrust going a little deeper than the last. Each time he pulls away, I’m dying for him to push back in, the feeling becoming addicting. It’s not enough.
He senses my frustration and smiles. “You are one insatiable little girl, aren’t you? Let’s see what I can do about it. Your mouth stays shut, got it?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He removes both hands from my body, and I immediately start to protest but stop when I see the death glare he delivers.
“Really? You’re going to make me stuff your mouth again, aren’t you?”
I’m not sure whether I want to shake my head or not, causing him to chuckle at my obvious indecision.
“Oh, Mia. What am I going to do with you? I think I’ve created a monster.”
At that, I nod, and he laughs as he stands up and works his pants off. I’m salivating at the sight before me. It’s the first time he’s had all his clothes off at once and holy shit. His body reminds me of those marble statues of the Greek gods. I could stare at it for hours.
After tossing his pants to the side, he reaches for the dress still around my hips and slides it down, leaving me naked except for my panties. Good, I didn’t go lingerie shopping for nothing.
“My, my, my, look what we have here. Those are different than the white cotton ones you wore last time. I can’t say which ones I like better, but fuck if I’m not a lucky bastard either way. Though, as much as I love those pretty panties, I’m dying to see underneath.” He pulls them down but freezes after I’m revealed, his eyes shining with lust.
Jackson
“Holy shit, Mia. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? This bare pussy is mine.”
Without another word, I rip her panties off and climb up between her legs before assailing her luscious mound. Her hips buck until I bring my hand to her stomach and hold her down. I give no warning before spearing her pussy with my fingers, producing a scream of pleasure. I’m fucking her relentlessly with my hand while tonguing her clit and I feel her walls start to pulse, signaling that she’s close.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me, so I can finally fuck my filthy little girl.”
“Ahhh… Oh my God! Jackson!” She screams out as she finds her release.
I knew that would send her over the edge because damn, she is my filthy girl. I’d love to stay and savor everything she gives me, but it’s more important to take advantage of the moment and give her what she’s been waiting for—while she’s ripe for the taking.
“That’s it, Mia. Let it go,” I encourage as I move to claim her mouth with mine, distracting her while I line myself up, stroking up and down a couple times before thrusting forward, breaching the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.
“Jackson!” She yells as her eyes squeeze shut.
“Shhh. Just breathe, Mia. You’ve got this, baby,” I say, resting my forehead on hers. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight. You doing okay?” The willpower to remain still is only so strong.
“Yeah, it was just the initial shock.” The look of doubt I give her has her continuing. “It barely stings. Just keep moving and I’ll be fine. Please just—”
“Shhh… I will, baby. Let me take it slow. I want this to feel good for you.”
“Just stop talking and move already.”
“Fuck, woman, where are those panties when I need them?”
I pull out, watching her face for signs of pain. When there are none, and she responds with gasps of pleasure instead, my resolve crumbles. I hammer into her, withdrawing slowly, repeating this a few times until I lose all control and begin to pound her hard and fast like I’ve been dying to do for weeks. It feels fucking phenomenal.
“Damn, Mia, you were made for me—I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else again.” No truer words were ever spoken. I’m done, ruined for the girl who’s stolen my heart, my body, and now my soul.
“Jackson, yes. God, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Christ almighty, I won’t last long. I reach between us and bring my thumb to her clit, wanting to bring her over the edge with me.
“Come on, can you give me another one?” I grip the back of her neck and plunder her mouth. We’re lost, drowning, consuming each other’s moans when I feel her walls tighten.
“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, baby. Milk my dick and I’ll fill you up.”
She screams her orgasm, sending me over as I give one final hard thrust and lose myself.
“Oh God… yes. Fucking take it, Mia. Yeah. Fuck, just like that,” I grunt out between short thrusts as I come undone, shooting inside her for what seems like forever with the most epic orgasm of my life. I’m positive it can’t be topped.
I collapse, resting my head between her neck and shoulder. We’re both panting like we just ran a marathon and are still trying to catch our breaths while sated and slick with sweat.
“Wow. It keeps getting better,” she whispers.
I huff in awe. “Fuck yeah, it does,” I respond while nuzzling her neck before raising my head to look at her. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” She pauses. “I feel… happy.” Then she laughs .
And that’s the moment I realize I want to make her happy for the rest of my life.
Mia
Our activities throughout the night finally caught up to me. My body is so sore this morning that it’s reluctant to move. It protests as I turn to snuggle into a still-sleeping Jackson. The night couldn’t have gone better. I’m still shocked by how perfect it was, afraid it’s too good to be true. I wonder if sex is always like this or if it’s rare to be so… I don’t know… in sync with each other.
It didn’t feel like my first time at all. I’m sure it has something to do with Jackson and how he didn’t treat me as if it were. I think we were both so pent up by the time we made it to that moment there was no slowing down, even though he did try, until I put the kibosh on it. His sweetness is appreciated, but I’ve discovered it’s not what I want in the bedroom. Outside of it is a different story, and where I revel in that side of him.
It’s scary how fast I’m falling—or maybe fallen might be the better word. I’m glad his sister accepted us so quickly, and even my mom is on board, but how will his parents react? I’m still the housecleaner’s daughter and a decade younger than their son. I’m just starting college. How is this even going to work? He’s so far beyond where I’m at in life. How long will he be okay with the disparity between us?
I’m lost in my thoughts, staring at his beautiful face, when his eyes slowly peel open. His lips curve up, putting all my concerns back in their box.
“Good morning, gorgeous. How are you feeling?”
“I’m a little sore. It feels like I worked out for the first time in months.”
“Unless you’ve been going to the gym, you sort of did. You got legs in while you wrapped them around me, abs while you rode me, and arms while you held yourself up as you took it bent over in the shower. I’d say that’s a full-body workout.” His smile is contagious.
“Hmm… yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe you can be my personal trainer and work me hard every day.” Like right now.
He slides his arm around my back and hugs me, kissing my head. “Damn, Mia, you start talking like that first thing in the morning, and I’m going to be fucking you in a minute. Or should I say training?”
“I’m not opposed to that.” As in, yes, please.
“You just said you were sore, sweetheart. I think you need a break. How about some pain pills and a hot bath while I get coffee going and call for room service.”
“That’ll have to do since someone can’t meet my needs.”
He flips me onto my back and hovers above. “You are an insatiable little girl, you know that? Is your pussy already begging to be filled this morning? Because I guarantee I can meet your needs.” His dick is already at full mast between my legs, and I’m clenching in anticipation.
“It is, and I need my workout today, Jackson,” I say in the poutiest voice I can.
“Oh, I’ll give you a workout. Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
I do a victory dance in my head while complying.
“Good girl. Let’s see if you can take me.” He rims my opening with his finger before entering. My moan is deep and throaty as I push back for more.
“Fuck, Mia, you’re so wet already. You weren’t kidding about needing it.” He pulls his hand away and positions himself behind me, putting the head right where I need it.
“All right, remember you asked for it.” He grabs my hair and tugs while squeezing my hip aggressively with his other hand as he slams into me, giving no reprieve before he starts to fuck me. I cry out in ecstasy with each thrust. Hopefully, the walls are thick.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls.
“Yes, more.”
If possible, he goes harder, grunting along with the rhythm. He continues squeezing my hip to the point of delicious pain but releases my hair and pushes my upper body down to the mattress.
“That’s it, Mia. You’re such a good fucking girl, taking what I give you.” His hand leaves my hip to smack my ass right before I feel pressure at my back door. His thrusts slow down.
Oh shit, what is he doing? “Jackson, wha—”
“Don’t worry, Mia. Do you trust me?”
“Yes…” I say tentatively.
“Then relax. You’re about to have your mind blown. Ready, baby?”
This time, my answer is more of a plea. He slows his movements, and I feel a drop of something land on my asshole. Did he just spit? What the…? He applies more pressure, and I brace myself for what’s next.
“This ass is mine, baby. I’ll own every part of you someday.”
Oh my God, between his hand holding me down, the pressure at my back door while he continues thrusting in and out of me slowly, along with his filthy words, I am lost in sensation. My moans grow louder, and I start to feel the now familiar pull toward my release. Suddenly, his finger breaches the rim, making me jolt.
“Good girl. You’ve got this, Mia. Relax and let me in.”
I take a deep breath and feel the slight sting as he slowly enters, stretching me open. And that’s only one finger. I can’t imagine anything more than that.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” Another drop of moisture lands where his finger is, and as he starts to withdraw, the most incredible sensation suddenly hits me, making my entire body come alive.
“Oh my God, Jackson,” I plead.
“Yeah, baby. Your ass is loving this. I can feel it.” He picks up his pace again and pounds into me like before, but this time his finger matches thrust for thrust, fucking my ass. I’m lost in the moment, tears leaking from the intensity. I almost can’t take it.
“Fuck, Mia, that’s it. Your pussy was made for my dick, just like you were made to be fucked hard, weren’t you?”
“Jackson! Oh my God, I can’t… I… I’m right there. Oh shit, I can’t!” I cry out, scared of it this time.
“You can, Mia. Let it go. I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you.”
I scream at the top of my lungs into the bed as the most intense orgasm takes over my body. His finger pushes deeper, bringing on a second, more powerful wave of pleasure. I’m convulsing with each contraction, unable to stop.
“ Fuck … your pussy feels so good. You’ve got it, baby. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. It just keeps going while he finds his own release and empties inside me, his climax matching mine in ferocity. He grunts and groans with each stroke, reaching new depths each time. My climax continues until he stops moving and slowly withdraws his finger when I go limp in pure exhaustion.
He inhales deeply. “Fuck, that was incredible,” he says on the exhale.
“Holy shit,” I mumble. My body is fully sated.
He pulls out and flops us to our sides, spooning me and kissing my head. “Maybe that’ll teach you to be careful what you wish for next time.”
“All that taught me is to never give up on getting what I want… and right now I want a nap.” I yawn loudly, making him chuckle.
“Brat.” A smack on my ass jolts me. “Too bad. We have plans with Cici, remember?”
I groan in response, earning another laugh from the beast behind me.
“I’ll go run a bath for your sore pussy—and ass. How do you feel, by the way?”
“You need to stop asking me that. I’m fine.”
“And you need to stop saying ‘fine’ and tell me how you really feel. I care about you, Mia. I want to make sure you’re okay with this or if there’s anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I turn around to face him while I respond. “Okay, I’ll stop saying ‘fine.’ How about ‘uh…mazing’? I’m amazing. Amazingly happy, amazingly sated, and amazingly in—” Shit. I catch myself and quickly say something to cover up my blunder. “Amazingly entranced by you.” I can’t believe I almost said—wait, is it even possible? It seems like it’s too soon, but then… why does it feel so right?
“Is that what you were going to say? En…tranced? Or was there something else?” He caught it. What does he want the answer to be? I don’t want to scare him away.
“It wasn’t a hard question, Mia. Tell me what you were going to say, so I know I’m not the only one.”
Oh. My. God. I can’t stop the lone tear from falling, shocked at its rare presence.
He gently wipes it from my eye, bringing it to his mouth. “Are you going to dive in with me, sweetheart? Because if you go, I’ll go. I know it seems fast, but I’m all in, Mia. I love you.”
“I love you too. It’s crazy, but… I do.” More tears escape, a little from fear, a little from relief, but mostly from the joy of giving in to these feelings, no matter how insane it seems.
“It is crazy. Holy shit. I didn’t see you coming from a mile away, but Christ, woman, you hit me like a Mac truck.” He kisses me then, long and hard, branding me with his love. With each stroke of his tongue, I feel him reaching for my soul as he stakes a claim on my heart.
He pulls back with a huge grin on his face. “As happy as I am to be in sync with you, I’m going to go run that bath now before I’m deep in you instead.” He thrusts his pelvis forward, showing his current state of arousal.
“And you call me insatiable?”
“I never said I wasn’t just as bad.” He winks before sauntering into the bathroom, giving me a great view on the way there.
I take stock of myself and realize how incredible I feel before doing a glorious full-body stretch while giggling at my giddiness.
“I’ll never tire of that sound,” Jackson says, returning and gently kissing my lips before hoisting me from the bed. “Now go take a bath while I get us some food.” He swats my ass as I walk away, making me squeal in delight. Is it possible to be this happy?