34. Eden #2
I leaned in to capture her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet and intoxicating, like a candy that I was never supposed to try. But I wanted more. With each kiss, I needed more of her.
My hand roamed over her curves, feeling every inch of her soft skin as I reached down.
I grasped my dick, looking right into Alana’s eyes as I nudged the tip of my cock against her entrance.
She gasped at the contact, her eyes widening as she looked down between us. “Eden,” she whimpered.
I smiled lightly, pushing inside her slowly, cautiously. I slipped inside her with ease, meeting barely any resistance.
Alana let out a soft moan, her walls clenching around my cock, making me groan in pleasure.
Fuck, she was so tight. So warm. So fucking wet.
I was going to die.
I kept my pace slow at first, wanting to make sure she was okay, that she was adjusting to my size and that I wasn’t hurting her. Admittedly, I wasn’t really used to being all gentle and careful. I also never thought I could enjoy slow shit. But I liked it with Alana.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, my hips now moving a bit faster as I pounded into her tight cunt.
Alana bit her lower lip, trying to keep all those noises, that I wished I could’ve heard, from leaving her.
I leaned down, kissing her shoulder as I continued to thrust in and out of her pussy.
Her manicured nails scratched down my back, pressing into my skin. I welcomed the burn, hoping it would leave semi-permanent marks on my body.
Just for a little while, please.
Her cunt gripped my dick like a vice, making it more difficult to hold back with each thrust.
Alana’s moans became more frequent, her skin flushed and clammy, and her eyes filled with desperate need that was almost too much to bear.
But I needed more. I craved more.
Sitting up, I grabbed her hips, holding them in place as I pushed deeper into her. Each time she met my thrust, she would let out a soft gasp.
Alana’s lips were parted, her chest rising heavily with each breath as her tits bounced to the rhythm of my thrusts.
Her hard nipples were begging for my attention, so without hesitation, I pinched and rolled one between two of my fingers. She cried out, arching her back as her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts.
“Eden,” she panted.
Hovering over her again, I leaned down, kissing her neck, nipping at her skin with my teeth as her cunt tightened around my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned into her mouth, my breath heavy.
Control yourself.
I slammed into her as hard as I could, feeling her walls massage my cock with each thrust.
That wasn’t very controlled of you, Eden.
Alana’s nails dug into my back, marking me in the most beautiful way possible, stinging more than before.
“Tell me what you want, Alana,” I whispered against her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned out loud. “Please, Eden.”
Her voice was broken, pleading with me, and I fucking loved it.
This girl could’ve had anyone in the world, yet she chose me. Fuck if that didn’t boost my ego.
Without hesitation, I picked up the pace.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and the occasional, slightly-louder moans.
Sneaking a hand between our bodies, I rubbed her clit. Her hips bucked wildly at the contact, her walls constricting once again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled, barely able to hold back.
My dick was throbbing, balls drawing up, begging me to come.
I pounded inside, each stroke harder than the one before.
“Eden,” Alana cried out, wrapping her legs around my hips. She felt so good, tighter than I ever could’ve imagined.
“Fuck, Alana,” I groaned, lost in the feeling of her cunt gripping my dick with each thrust.
I knew that I was close now, dangerously close. The feeling of her wetness clinging to my dick was too much. It had been too long since it’d been more than just a fuck. Too long since I’d felt anything like this and the intensity of it was overwhelming.
Alana’s eyes met mine; her lips parted as her breaths came out in short gasps. She arched her back, meeting each thrust with a desperate need that was driving me wild. Her nails dug into my back once more, scratching my skin and leaving behind a slight burn.
“Eden,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely recognizable. “I’m going to come.”
Hearing those words sent an electric shock through me, making my cock throb even more inside her tight cunt.
I knew I was close, too. So close that if she touched me just right, I would’ve exploded inside her.
I needed to stay in control because I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to make her feel good, to make her come first. I wanted her to remember who took her virginity and ruin sex for her with everyone who came after me.
I increased my pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. My fingers continued to caress her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Eden,” she whimpered again, and God, did my name rolling off her tongue sound like Heaven to me. I bet she knew exactly what she was doing by constantly repeating it.
Our lips met, and I groaned into her mouth, whispered her name.
Alana gripped my shoulders tightly, her hips bucking as she came apart beneath me.
I kept moving, thrusting into her tight pussy. Her walls clamped down on me hard, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck,” I groaned out loud, slamming into her one last time as my cum filled the condom, collapsing on top of her.
Alana’s fingers ran through my hair, both of our chests falling and rising heavily with each breath. I leaned down, kissing her softly. I was addicted to her lips, I’d realized, but that was alright. Alana had great lips.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with some form of softness I’d never seen in her gaze before. I could get used to seeing it. Perhaps she’d only show it to me, but that was unlikely.
A guy could dream, though.
“That was…” she began, but trailed off as she searched for the right words.
Truthfully, though I’d never tell her, I was a bit afraid of what she was thinking.
This was Alana. My Ally-Bear. Her opinion seemed to matter the most to me recently, and only Lord knew why.
And I couldn’t help but fear that she regretted everything.
Each kiss. Each word. Each moment we shared tonight.
Instead of letting her find a word, I chose to suggest one. “Unforgettable?”
For just a second, Alana narrowed her eyes at me, slightly biting her bottom lip. I took that moment to pull out of her and lie down beside her for barely long enough.
“I suppose it was,” she replied while I got up and not-so discretely disposed of the condom. “Quick question,” Alana announced, covering herself up with my blanket.
“Shoot.” I walked over to my dresser just to throw on some boxers. Once she asked her question, I was going to get her some clothes as well.
“Does this make me a… what are they called? Puck bunny?”
I cocked my head at Alana, trying my very best not to burst into laughter. I couldn’t deny that her question had taken me a bit by surprise, yet somehow, it was still more hilarious than surprising. “What? You’re not even a hockey fan.”
“Exactly…”
“It was just—”
“Sex?” she interrupted, amusement lacing her voice. “Yeah.”
What defined being a puck bunny anyway?
Clearly, my dearest Alana was physically attracted to me. I was a hockey player. She watched my games sometimes, though not for the game itself, but to watch me.
Well, shit. “I guess it does make you a puck bunny.”
Alana snorted a laugh. “At least I’m something, right?”
My eyebrows drew together immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She was everything and so much more.
Alana was the summer on a winter day. She was the last note of a symphony, lingering in the silence. She was a firefly in a world of fluorescent light.
But most of all, she was my Alana, the one who had chosen me amidst a world of possibilities.
The one who could make me both fall to my knees and soar to unimaginable heights.
The one who had become the very air I breathed, the rhythm of my heart and the fire in my soul.
Part of me wanted to walk right over to her, grab her face in both of my hands, and look right into her eyes when I told her all of this. But I couldn’t let her know. Not yet. Not ever.
I was just her little practice run, and that was all I was ever going to be. I had to accept that.
“I’m not a lot of things,” she finally said. “I mean, I can do a lot of things. But usually, I’m just the girl who is overseen by everyone. So, being called something means I’m being seen.”
I nodded slowly, trying to understand where she was coming from, but I couldn’t decipher a meaning anywhere. “I see you, Alana.”
“Yes, I know. It’s just—”
“You’re more than just a label or a title.
And, by the way, I’m not sure being called a puck bunny is such a nice thing.
Most people think of it as a bad thing. Maybe you need to start showing people who you are, not the version you think they want you to be.
I like the Alana I’ve gotten to know. The real her. ”
Alana let out a soft but long breath. “You make it really hard for me to dislike you.”
I grinned at her comment, knowing she was right.
She was making it incredibly difficult to keep my feelings under wraps.
“It’s my pleasure.” I bowed down to her, making her laugh before rushing over to my bathroom to get her a towel.
As soon as I returned, Alana spoke before I could open my mouth. “I have decided that I’m not a puck bunny. After all, we are dating. Technically.”
Dating.
We weren’t dating. I mean, we were definitely something, and dating was part of it in a way. In a very fake way.
“Hmm… I haven’t heard you asking me to be your boyfriend.” Reaching for the blanket, I pulled it off Alana, expecting her to protest, but she didn’t.
“Oh, wow. You’re such a princess.”
“Well, one of us has got to be.”