Chapter 25 #2
Her hand brushes my cock, making it bounce, and she gnaws on her lip nervously.
“How do I …”
“Harland,” I say, barely fucking breathing because she’s got me so worked up, “have you ever touched a dick before?”
Her eyes look downward, but I grip her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine.
“No,” she almost silently mumbles.
The confirmation alone of knowing that those perfect hands have never wrapped around any man’s dick just about kills me, making me groan.
As I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, my heart races—almost like it’s my first time too.
“And these lips?” I almost whimper, knowing the likely answer. “Have they ever had a dick slide between them?”
She doesn’t respond verbally, but instead gives me a slight shake of her head, and I curse inwardly.
“Fuck … I can’t tell you how hard that makes me.” I swallow, knowing that tonight is about her. I’ll let her stroke my dick, sure. But aside from that, I need to get her pussy nice and ready to be able to take me without feeling like I’m going to break her in half.
As much as I’d love to feel my cock slide against her warm, wet tongue, I’ll just have to hope that she changes her mind and doesn’t put me back in the friend zone when we get back to NEU tomorrow.
“Can I …” She pauses, brushing her palm against my dick. “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yes, you can touch me, beautiful,” I hiss. “But only if you want to.”
She wraps a shaking hand around my length, but I stop her by taking her wrist.
“Here. First, get your hand nice and wet, okay? That way, it’ll slide up and down my dick easier.” I lift it to her lips, my eyes fixated on her mouth. “Spit on your palm, Catch. Get it soaked for me. Give me a little tease of what your pussy will feel like.”
She inhales sharply, blinking a few times before she does exactly what she was told, soaking her palm.
“Good girl,” I rasp. “Good fucking girl.”
My head spins as I lead her back down to my cock as it stands tall, just waiting for her to stroke it. Nervously, her fingers wrap around me, moving up and down as she soaks me damn near base to tip.
As she begins to move her hand back and forth quicker, her eyes stare at my dick. “L-like this?” she stammers.
“Just like that, baby,” I groan out. “You’re doing so good, stroking my cock.”
Through her shirt, I can see her nipples are rock hard, and I lean forward, sliding my hand under the fabric and cupping her tit.
Gently, I massage her nipple between my fingers before moving to the other one, making her moan loudly as she continues to jerk my cock.
Her breasts may not be huge, but they’re fucking flawless, and I wish I could spend the entire night playing with them.
Wish I could slide my cock between them too …
Having her stroke me is enough that I have to fight coming too soon. I can’t imagine once I’m actually inside of her, just knowing how tight she’ll be.
“Fuck, Catch,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come, stroking me like that.”
I swallow, and leaning up, I gently push her onto her back, but the second her hand leaves my dick, I miss it.
Pushing her shirt up, I yank it over her head, exposing her gorgeous tits. She’s shy at first, bringing her hands over them, but I shove them away.
“Nothing to hide, Harland. You’re perfect,” I utter, assuring her.
I drop my head down and drag my tongue up her stomach and to her left tit, circling it around her nipple. I pull it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it before moving to the next.
She squirms slightly but presses her chest against my face harder, and after a few seconds, I lift my head to hers, bringing my mouth to her lips.
She kisses me back, slow at first before her tongue darts out, flicking against mine before she moans into my mouth.
I pull back a few inches, my eyes dancing between hers.
“I’m going to get you nice and wet, baby,” I whisper. “That way, it doesn’t hurt as bad. But anytime you want me to stop, say the word, okay?”
“Okay.” She nods her head.
Dropping my hand to her waist, I slide my palm against her stomach and push her sleep shorts down. I lean forward to pull them the rest of the way off, but her feet are already kicking them away.
Now she’s fucking bare. For the first time, she’s going to know what it feels like to take a dick deep inside of her, and I get to be the lucky son of a bitch to do it.
“Open,” I command, bringing two fingers to her lips. “You did so good soaking my cock, but now I need you to soak my fingers so that I can sink them into your perfect pussy.”
Her mouth opens, and I shove my fingers inside slowly. Her tongue swirls around them, and for a second, I swear she’s imagining it’s my dick she’s sucking on.
Pulling them out, I part her legs. At first, I simply swipe my fingers across her heat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re already drenched all on your own.” I fight the need to bite my hand to suppress a deep groan from my throat. “I’m going to touch you, okay? But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Slipping one finger inside of her, I hiss at how tight she is, and to be honest, I don’t know how such a tight space is going to take my dick. But I know she will, and it’ll probably have me seeing stars.
As I work it in and out, her eyes stay trained on me, and I rub my thumb against her opening.
“You all right?”
“Yes,” she whispers, almost in anticipation.
After a few more minutes, I add a second finger, continuing to massage her with my thumb to add some pleasure with the pain.
She hardly blinks, though her breathing becomes more ragged after a while, and I know she’s starting to enjoy it.
That’s when I pull my fingers out of her and wait to see if disappointment covers her face.
It does, along with a slight pout.
“Why did you stop?” rushes from her pretty, plump lips.
I bring my hand between her legs again, only teasing her by dragging my fingertip across her heat. “Why, Harland? Did you like how it felt?”
“Yes,” comes out more as a breath than an actual word. “I did.”
“Then tell me,” I say gruffly, joining our mouths in a kiss before hovering my lips over hers. “Say what you want.”
I need her to be vocal about this. Not just because it’ll make me feel better about what we’re doing, but also because it’s going to work her up more. And the more turned on she is, the more her pussy is going to be aching to be filled—no matter how much pain it may bring.
“I want your fingers inside of me,” she utters. “Now.”
I know part of making her first time good is going to be the buildup, not rushing anything.
This is her first time for all of this, and the last thing I want to do is push her too far, too fast. But the desperation in her voice has me sliding my fingers back inside of her, needing to give her what she wants, but I’m also dying to feel her pussy wrapped around me.
Her tits thrust upward the slightest when my fingers begin to pump in and out, and I drop my head down to bring a nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around it, making her moan subtly.
With my mouth on her tits, moving from left to right every so often, and my fingers working her soaked heat, my cock feels like it may explode at any given second, and she’s not even touching me.
Once her pussy has adjusted to two fingers, I slow my movements and lift my head to look at her.
“You ready for me to replace my fingers with my dick, Harland?” I ask, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. “Are you ready to take me?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, but eventually, she gives me a nod. “Yes, I am.”
Though I can tell she’s a little nervous, I can see it on her face just how ready she is for this. I’m not going to take that from her. I don’t have the willpower to either.
“Good girl,” I say, pressing my lips to hers. “You’re going to do so good, baby. I promise.”
I sit up, moving down her body, bringing my face between her legs and looking up at her.
“I’m not going to eat your pussy tonight—even though I’m fucking starving for it.” I practically choke out the last words, wanting nothing more than to bury my tongue inside of her tight heat and to absolutely devour her. “But I am going to help get you nice and wet, if that’s okay?”
Her big green eyes stare down at me, and I swear I can hear her heart beating—or maybe it’s my own, thundering because she has me so fucking worked up. Her lips part, and she nods once. “Yeah … it’s-it’s okay.”
“I know you’re going to be sweet, baby,” I murmur, keeping my eyes trained on her. “Spread those thighs for me; let me look at you.”
Shakily, her legs fall apart, and I rear my head back to get a good look, desperate to stroke my dick a few times to relieve some of the pressure.
Gulping down a hungry groan, I stick my tongue out and drag it against her heat, unable to stop myself from having a little taste. I regret it instantly because it leaves me wanting more. When she moans, I allow myself a few more licks, and just like I figured, she tastes like sugar.
Before I get too carried away—which I know is bound to happen—I spit between her legs, smearing the wetness around with my fingers before crawling up her body. I make sure to keep my weight off her abdomen, not wanting to push against where her glucose monitor rests, and I take her hands into mine.
Her thighs clench, squeezing me for a moment as she tenses, but I keep my eyes intently on hers.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” I whisper. “Relax your legs. Relax your mind.” I kiss her lips, but this time, she’s too tense to kiss me back. “I’m going to go slow, I promise.”
Scared eyes dart up to mine until, finally, her legs fall apart again, and I press a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re beautiful, Harland. I can’t believe I get to be your first.”
We haven’t known each other that long, that’s true. And besides one kiss, we’ve never let anything romantic happen between us—until now. But when she’s staring up at me, trusting me one hundred percent to take care of her, it feels like we’ve known each other our whole lives.