Chapter 13 #3
It’s in the middle of this sensory epiphany that I feel Hattie’s hands at my fly. And for a girl who says she hates running, wow, she’s quick. The button is free and the zipper down before I can utter another choked syllable.
Hattie pulls back a few inches and freezes, her gaze on the bulge straining against my gray boxer briefs.
My hands frame her waist and my fingers flex at the look in her eyes.
“Have you ever—”
She shakes her head. “Not… not in real life.” Hattie clears her throat. “Just porn.”
My cock leaps at the reminder of her watching porn. Of her searching for porn. Of her touching herself to porn.
Mother of God, what does she look up? What turns her—
Thoughts scatter when she tugs down the band of my briefs and my cock might as well be a jack-in-the-box.
Hattie gasps, startling just a little.
“Wow—it’s so much more…”
I arch a brow, trying not to squirm under her scrutiny. No one’s ever stared quite so raptly at my dick before. “So much more… what?”
She blinks but doesn’t take her eyes off it. “A-alive. It’s like—” Her chest rises and falls. “It’s like seeing an animal in the wild… so much more… there… than in pictures.”
Even though I think I know what she means, I laugh softly. Because what else am I going to do? Yet as far as reactions to her first dick go, comparing it to seeing wildlife isn’t so bad, right?
Her hands flex near my thighs. “M-may I touch it?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I brace myself, expecting her touch to be light and tentative. I tell myself to be patient and give her time to explore, even though I’m not exactly sure where I will find the restraint.
But when she takes me, it’s no feathery touch along my shaft. She wraps her hand around my base and then executes one, long experimental pump, and I nearly choke on my tongue.
She gasps. “It’s so hard! But so soft! How?”
I suck air through my teeth when she palms my head. “Hattie, honey—”
She freezes, her gaze shooting to me. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I swallow hard and draw in a slow inhale. “Just—gimme a minute.” But then I close my hand over hers, guiding her down to the base where I help her to grip me. The sight of our two hands over my dick almost shreds the last of my control, so I close my eyes.
“What are we doing?” Hattie asks in a whisper.
Eyes still closed, I can’t help grinning, even though this is brutal. “Helping me calm down.”
Hattie keeps her hand still when she asks, “Why do you want to calm down?”
I clear my throat and let myself count to five before I answer. “So I don’t come in two pumps like a fifteen-year-old.”
A few seconds pass in silence. I open my eyes.
Hattie looks confused.
“Don’t you want to come? I thought that’s what we were going for.”
I crack up. God, she’s the cutest fucking thing.
“Yes,” I confirm, nodding. “But I don’t want it to be over before it starts. And I want to prove to you that I can last longer than three seconds.”
She triple blinks. “Would you be disappointed if I came in three seconds?”
I nearly choke. “I’d fucking love it.”
Color rises on her cheeks and a shy smile peeks out from her lips. “You would?”
I cup her face with my free hand and glide my thumb down her cheek. “I’d lose my mind.”
She gives me a little shrug. “Then why would it be a bad thing for me to do the same to you?”
She’s got me there.
“Um… It’s a… masculinity thing.”
Her brows lift. “Oh. Like the longer you last, the more manly you are?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Something like that.” Then shake my head because that’s not all. “But it’s also an indication of how—if I—I mean—the longer a guy lasts, the implication is that he’ll bring his partner more pleasure.”
Hattie blinks. “But you’ve already brought me pleasure.”
Another good point.
“True.”
She frowns. “This concept sounds a little toxic.”
A rueful smile splits my face. “It might be.”
Under my hand, her fingers flutter. “So… can I make you come?”
And just like that, I glimpse what having Hattie in my life means. The shedding of anything that isn’t real or true.
No pretense.
I release her hand. “Please.”
I want to remember this look of delight in her eyes, the way her excited smile almost turns them to little crescents, but cognition breaks down the second her hand glides back up.
“How can you be so silky here?”
I open my mouth to attempt an answer—something about matching the silk of her pussy—but then her second hand joins in and I moan. And promptly shut my eyes.
“God, it’s so… pretty.” Her touch glides up before each thumb skates over my crown. “I didn’t expect it to be so pretty.”
I bite my lips together and breathe through my nose.
“Oh,” she whispers reverently. “Do you like that, sweetheart? Your neck looks… tight. Is that a good sign?”
I lick my lips and nod.
“Your whole body looks tight,” she says in a rush. “It’s sexy as hell.”
My eyes shoot open because this may be over in a blink, but if Hattie is admiring me, I want to witness it.
And what I witness is her on her knees, naked from the waist up between my spread legs.
The soft cascade of her hair spills over one shoulder turning her into a fucking work of art.
Her hands glide up and down my cock in a slow, maddening rhythm.
But it’s her face, soft and suffused with wonder that nearly does me in.
It’s like watching the first ever dawn paint the sky. The birth of beauty. Of light. Of warmth.
Of hope.
She sucks in a little gasp when she catches me watching her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I splutter, the words strangled.
Surprise widens her eyes. “Me? Have you seen you? I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. I mean—” She startles before looking back at my cock. “Wow. You just got harder. Was it because I said you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen? Oh my gosh, your balls—can I touch them?”
“Touch me anywhere,” I grind through my teeth. Her discovery of me has me half-crazed. It’s like this is the first time I’ve ever been touched. The first time I’ve ever—
One hand cups me and I shiver. Her hand around my shaft grips tighter.
“Jesus, Hattie—”
“You like that.” She sounds pleased.
I swallow hard. “I-I like all of it.” My lungs wheeze. “I like you touching me… looking at me… talking…”
“Oh, it’s wet now,” she says with wonder before her thumb runs over the droplets of pre-cum on my dick, slicking the glide of her hand. My balls draw up just a little tighter and the base of my spine tingles.
“I’m close—” I warn her.
Her gaze snaps to mine. “You are? Wh-what do I do? I want to make it good.”
A raw laugh tears from me. “It’ll be—fucking incredible.”
But her brows pinch. “But do I go faster? Harder?” And it’s the uncertainty in her voice I can’t allow. Witnessing her discovery has been too amazing. Too world-shattering to let her feel adrift now.
I reach for her. “Come here.”
And she does, tucking herself under my right arm and pressing herself to my side, her right hand never letting go. The feel of her against me makes my breath come short.
“L-like this,” I say, covering her hand with mine again.
And this is all it takes to reassure her. She grips me with just the right pressure, and maybe I’m the one setting the rhythm, but when my ass clenches and my hips come off the crate, her movements lock in, and the pleasure climbs and climbs and—
“Oh God… Hattie… Sweet—Guh—”
“Oh my God,” she rasps as the first ribbon of cum shoots from me, slicking her hand, her belly, and the waves of pleasure crash and crash and crash. Until I am rolled and dragged under, overcome, and washed ashore like a spent and panting wreck.
“W-wow!” Hattie says, somehow nearly as breathless as I am. “That was… that was… that was maybe the best thing I’ve ever done.”
I laugh. God, I’ve never felt so fucking elated. I wrap her in both arms and crush her to me. “You and me both.”
Jeez, I’m crazy about her. Crazy.
“I loved it… But—” She mutters against my chest and squirms a little. I release her. She pulls back and looks down at the mess I’ve made. “That got cold really fast.”
“I got this.” I grab my shirttail and clean her up before doing the same to myself. She watches with open curiosity. I have to fight my grin. “I gotta say, I feel lucky.”
She blinks wide. “You feel lucky?”
“Hell, yeah. Lucky that I got to be the one to do that with you for the first time.” I’d feel a little cheesy saying out loud that it felt meaningful, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t. And I can’t help myself. I want more firsts with her.
A lot more.
When I zip up my pants and button my shirt and Hattie rights her top and secures her overalls, I open my arms to her again, and she doesn’t hesitate to snuggle against me. And while skin-to-skin with her was out of this world, having her close now—clothes and all— is right. It’s just right.
It’ll be time to get back to work soon, but, for now, I just want to hold her. And not just because this is still new to her, although I’d be lying if I said that isn’t something I’m paying attention to.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
She looks up at me and I watch a stop-motion reel of emotions cross her features. “I feel…” She frowns a little and presses her lips together, considering. “A lot of things… happy… satisfied… proud—” She gives me a coy smirk that’s to fucking die for.
I chuckle and squeeze her tighter.
Hattie shrugs a little, and her smile softens. “And a little sad… that it’s over.” Then she wrinkles her nose. “Is that weird?”
I shake my head. “Hell, no. I mean, I think I feel all those same things.”
She blinks. “Even proud?”
I arch a brow and tilt my head. “I mean, I did just have a gorgeous girl fall apart in my lap,” I say just a little smugly.
Her eyes brighten. “So that feeling doesn’t go away after you’ve done it a bunch?”
I snort. “Not for me. I think I’ll be just as elated the fiftieth time I make you come and the five hundredth.”
Those eyes of hers widen. “F-five hundredth?”
“Should I be so lucky,” I quickly amend.
She stares at me for a long moment before her smile lights up her whole face. Hattie leans in and kisses me softly before drawing back. “I’m rooting for you,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I tease.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I run a hand up and down her back. It’s early. Maybe it’s too early. But I need her to know where I stand.
“Does that mean I can see you?”
Hattie looks at me like I’m crazy. “Of course you can see me.”
I lick my lips and study her for a minute. Yeah, I want to spell it out.
“Can I see you exclusively?”
Now her eyes bug, hazel wonder and burnished disbelief. “Y-you mean… like… be my boyfriend?”
God, have I ever seen anything so sweet? Have I ever known anyone so genuine and true?
“Yeah, Hattie. Can I be your boyfriend?” I ask gently.
Her mouth opens like I’ve shocked her. She stares at me for a stretch of moments that’s almost long enough to make me nervous. But then she gives a little jolt like she’s remembered I’m waiting for her to respond. And then she shouts:
“Fuck, yes!”