Chapter 5 - Steel
"Cum for me," I command. "Cum on my tongue, Holly."
Her entire body goes rigid, thighs clamping around my head as she shatters. I hold her hips steady, drinking in her release as she cries out my name. My real name, not Steel. The sound of "Jacob" on her lips as she comes undone is more intoxicating than any drug I've ever tried.
I don't stop, though. I keep licking, gentler now but relentless, guiding her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She's trembling, trying to push my head away, but I'm nowhere near done with her yet.
"Jacob, I can't. It's too much," she gasps, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure.
I finally lift my head, my chin slick with her arousal, and look up at her flushed face. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, hair a tangled mess against the pillow. She's fucking beautiful like this: wrecked and glowing from her first orgasm given by someone else's touch.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "I could eat this sweet pussy all night."
Her cheeks flush darker at my crude words, but I can see the desire still burning in her eyes. She may be inexperienced, but there's a hunger in her that matches my own.
"I want more," I say, moving up her body to claim her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. "I want to feel you come apart again. Want to make you lose your mind before I take your virginity."
"Yes," she breathes against my mouth. "Anything."
Anything. She has no idea the thoughts that word unleashes in my mind. All the ways I want to claim her, mark her, ruin her for any other man.
"Get on top of me," I command, rolling onto my back and pulling her with me. "I want you to ride my face."
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"Straddle my face," I clarify, my hands on her hips guiding her upward. "Let me eat your pussy while you control the pressure, the angle. Trust me, you'll love it."
She hesitates only briefly before curiosity and desire win out. She moves up my body until her knees are on either side of my head, her pussy hovering inches from my mouth. I can smell her arousal, see the glistening evidence of how wet she still is.
"Lower," I instruct, my hands on her thighs encouraging her down. "Don't worry about hurting me. I can take it."
She lowers herself until her pussy makes contact with my mouth. I immediately dive in, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. She gasps, her hands flying to the headboard to steady herself.
"Oh my God," she moans as I continue, sucking her clit between my lips. "Jacob, that feels—fuck!"
Hearing her curse is unexpectedly erotic. This good girl is coming undone for me, losing her composure as pleasure overwhelms her.
"That's it," I encourage between licks. "Move your hips. Fuck my face. Use me to make yourself feel good."
She's hesitant at first, her movements slow and uncertain. But as I continue to work her with my tongue, her inhibitions fade. Soon she's rolling her hips in a steady rhythm, grinding down on my mouth as she chases her pleasure.
I bring my hand up, sliding a finger into her tight entrance while my tongue continues to circle her clit. She's so fucking tight around just one finger… The thought of how she'll feel around my cock makes me throb painfully.
"More," she gasps, surprising me. "Please, another finger."
I oblige, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching her gently as I pump them in and out. Her inner walls clench around me, her body accepting the intrusion eagerly despite her virginity.
Her movements become more frantic, less coordinated as she approaches her second climax. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will send her flying, while simultaneously increasing the pressure of my tongue against her clit.
"Jacob, I feel—something's happening—I can't—"
I know what's coming. I've felt this building pressure before, the way her body is tensing differently than her first orgasm. I remove my fingers and replace them with my tongue, thrusting inside her as deep as I can reach while my thumb circles her clit.
"Let go," I command when I pull back for air. "Don't fight it. I want all of you, Holly. Everything you've got."
She throws her head back, a primal sound tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. And then it happens—a gush of warm liquid floods my mouth and chin as she squirts for what I'm certain is the first time in her life.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," she cries, trying to move off me, clearly embarrassed by what just happened.
I hold her firmly in place, licking her through the aftershocks, savoring every single drop.
"Don't you fucking apologize," I growl against her sensitive flesh. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
She looks down at me, "I didn't know I could do that."
"Most women can, with the right stimulation." I press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Fucking beautiful."
I guide her back down my body until she's straddling my hips, my cock pressing insistently against her wet heat. She's still trembling from her intense orgasm, her body pliant and flushed with pleasure.
"I want you to ride me," I tell her, looking up at this gorgeous creature I've somehow been fortunate enough to find. "Take me inside you at your own pace. Control how deep, how fast."
Fear flashes briefly in her eyes. "I don't know how."
"I'll guide you," I promise, reaching between us to position the head of my cock at her entrance. "Just sink down slowly. Stop if it hurts."
She nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration. Slowly, so slowly it's almost torture, she begins to lower herself onto me. The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and we both gasp at the sensation.
"Easy," I murmur, my hands on her hips steadying her. "Just like that. Take your time."
She sinks down another inch, her virgin pussy stretching around my thickness. Her face is a beautiful study in contrasts—pleasure and discomfort, determination and vulnerability. I fight every instinct to thrust upward, to bury myself completely in her tight heat. This is her moment, her pace.
"You're doing so well," I encourage her, my thumbs making gentle circles on her hip bones. "Breathe through it."
She takes a deep breath and sinks down further, taking me halfway now. Our eyes lock, and I see the moment she makes her decision.
"Quick," she whispers. "Like ripping off a bandaid."
I nod, understanding what she needs. My grip on her hips tightens. "On three. One... two..."
On "three," I pull her down firmly as she pushes herself onto me. She cries out as her barrier gives way, her nails digging into my chest. I hold perfectly still, letting her adjust, watching her face for signs of too much pain.
"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice strained from the effort of not moving. She's so tight around me, so perfect, it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust up into her welcoming heat.
She nods, her breathing shallow. "Just... give me a minute."
I stroke her sides soothingly, up to her breasts and back down to her thighs. "We've got all night," I assure her, though my cock throbs insistently inside her, desperate for friction.
Gradually, her expression shifts from discomfort to curiosity, and finally to pleasure as she rocks her hips. The movement causes her to take the final inch of me, and we both groan as I bottom out inside her.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I tell her, my hands moving to cup her perfect ass. "So tight, so wet for me."
Her confidence grows with my praise. She hastens her pace, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down. Each movement becomes more fluid, more assured, as she discovers what feels good.
"That's it," I encourage, guiding her with my hands. "Find your rhythm."
She does, establishing a slow, steady pace that has us both breathing hard.
Her inexperience is evident in her movements, but her enthusiasm and responsiveness more than make up for it.
The sight of her above me, taking her pleasure from my body, her breasts bouncing with each movement, is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.
"Jacob," she moans, her internal muscles clenching around me. "It feels so good. So full."
"You're perfect," I tell her, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "Taking my cock so well. Like you were made for me."
Her rhythm falters as my words affect her, her cheeks flushing with arousal and shyness. I take the opportunity to change our position, wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping us without pulling out of her. She gasps in surprise as she finds herself on her back with me above her.
"Wrap your legs around me," I instruct, settling between her thighs. When she complies, I begin to thrust. Slowly at first, then with increasing force as I feel her body opening for me, accepting me deeper.
"Oh God," she cries, her head pressing back into the pillow as I hit spots inside her she didn't know existed. "Jacob, please!"
"Please what?" I growl, maintaining my steady pace. "Tell me what you want."
"Harder," she begs, her nails raking down my back in a way that makes my cock throb inside her. "Fuck me harder."
Her crude language inflames me. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them back and opening her completely to my thrusts. In this position, I can drive even deeper, hitting her G-spot with each stroke.
"Like this?" I ask, slamming into her. "This what you need?"
"Yes!" she screams, past caring if anyone in the clubhouse can hear her. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I pound into her relentlessly, her tight pussy gripping me like a vise with each thrust. She's so responsive, so uninhibited now that she's given herself over to pleasure. Her inner walls flutter around me, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Touch yourself," I command, shifting my weight to one arm so I can demonstrate with my free hand. I press my thumb against her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. "Like this. Make yourself come on my cock."