9.
Eddie
The taxi journey seems to take forever and I don’t think I can keep my hands off Lucy for that much longer. She’s making polite conversation with the driver and all I can think about is the way she rubbed my erection, the taste of her lips, the smell of her. I reach across and rest my hand on her bare knee. She glances at me but doesn’t go to move it away, continuing her conversation. However much I want to, I don’t dare move it any higher. I’m not sure how much further I could go before she stopped me and I don’t want her to stop me. I’m not risking that.
We arrive outside my house and I barely give her a chance to say goodbye as I pay the driver and barrel her out of the taxi. I pull her into my arms and kiss her soundly, loving the way one of her hands rests on the back of my neck as she melts into me. It’s not until my hands find the hem of her dress that she pulls back.
“Can we- can we slow it down a bit, please, Eddie?”
God her hair feels good between my fingers. “Sure, of course, gorgeous. Whatever you want.” My lips caress her neck.
She coughs. “And perhaps we could go inside?”
Shit. I have clearly forgotten all of my moves. Where the hell is my head at? I am so caught up in her I’ve forgotten where I am. I laugh hoping to cover my embarrassment but I don’t know that it works. “Good idea.”
I take her hand in mine and lead her across the lawn to the small bungalow that Alex and I share. It’s seen better days, but we’ve lived here since we graduated and I have a soft spot for it.
Once we’re safely in my I room, I close the door and take a deep breath. She asked me to go slowly. I have to remember that. This is her first time for fucks sake. I’ve never been with a virgin before. Even my first time wasn’t with a virgin and seems like so long ago. It was a different life, a different me.
When I turn around Lucy is standing in the centre of my room watching me. I’ve never seen her look awkward like this before. She looks nervous, uncertain, maybe even a little scared. I stalk towards her, my eyes never leaving hers. I’m barely an inch away from kissing her when she says, “Wait, Eddie.”
I pause, and hold back. “What’s wrong, Luce?”
“I-I’ve never done this before.”
I smile gently, trying to calm her nerves, brushing my hands along her bare arms. “So you’ve said.”
“No, you don’t understand. I’ve never… seen…”
She’s never seen…? What? I’m about to ask when it suddenly clicks into place. I look down at my crotch and her gaze follows mine. “Would you like to see it?”
“I… ummm…” Her blush is extraordinary and I long to rip off her dress and find out how far south it goes.
“No judgment here, Luce. You have to tell me what you like and what you don’t like, what you want and what you don’t, otherwise it’s a bit like charades and you know I’m terrible at charades.”
That at least gets a grin out of her, albeit a small one.
“Would you like to see my penis?” God I sound ridiculous. I sound like a middle class pervert trying to use Tinder. Could I trouble you to look at my cock? Idiot. And for anyone else, I probably wouldn’t say it. But this isn’t just anyone.
Lucy nods. “Is that alright?”
I grin, and gesture towards my groin with a flourish. “Help yourself.”
She nods again, walks away from me and sits down at my desk chair. I am suddenly very confused. That is almost the last thing I expected her to do and my mouth is open about to ask what’s going on when she reaches for her shoes. “I’m sorry, I can’t keep them on any longer. They hurt so much.” She slips one off and then the other, before padding softly back towards me.
“Better?” I ask. I want her to be comfortable. I want everything to be perfect for her.
She smiles again. “Much.”
I pull her into me and kiss her hard; it feels like far too long since I’ve tasted her, even if it is only a matter of minutes. She whimpers slightly when I stop and I smile. “Sorry, gorgeous. I needed something to tide me over while you had your fun.”
She hesitates again, clearly way out of her comfort zone, so I take the lead, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I once more draw her in. Placing her hands on my chest, I hold her hips as I kiss her softly.
It only takes a moment for her to relax into it. Her hands start to move, fingers playing with my chest hair as she strokes across my body and down the planes of my abdomen. Although she is tentative at first, the more I kiss her the bolder and firmer her movements become.
I love the feel of her palms on my bare skin and my cock is just aching to be touched, but I don’t rush her. This has to happen at her speed. Whether she realises it or not, she has to lead this.
Her hands slide across my sides and begin to explore my back, pulling us closer together. I mimic her actions with my own, slipping my hands to her lower back. But it’s not enough. Knowing her arse is right there and not touching it almost seems like a crime. Virtually of their own accord, my hands cover the beautiful cheeks of her butt. She gasps and I use the excuse to deepen the kiss, caressing her with my tongue in time with the motion of my hands.
She palms the bulge in my trousers and I can’t hold back my groan. It feels so fucking good. My head falls forward and I growl into her ear, “Lucy.” My breaths come in pants and I roll my hips into her hand. “That feels so good. So bloody good.” I lick her neck, enjoying the way that she shudders beneath me. “Take it out,” I whisper. “Please.”
Whatever uncertainty she felt at first is fading. Her fingers find my fly, pushing down my trousers and then my boxers. When she liberates my cock she releases a breath and stills. I look for hesitation on her face, or for some kind of indication that I’ve pushed her too far. We’ve crossed a line, one I’m not sure we can ever uncross.
Relief rushes through me, and my dick pulses as the pure lust on her face registers. She wants this. She wants me. And it’s not until this moment that I truly comprehend how uncertain I’ve been. I know I’m a good-looking guy. That’s not ego, that’s fact. I know what I am. I have no problem finding willing women to warm my bed. But Lucy is different. She’s never shown any interest in me in that way. Not once. Even when she was asking me to fuck her it seemed like there was no one else, it was about the act rather than the person. It has never been about me. But judging by the look on her face right now, she likes what I have to offer.
I am still enraptured by the priceless expression on her face when she touches me. Her finger are light as feathers, barely skimming my hardening erection but the feeling is fucking magical. I inhale sharply through my teeth and her gaze snaps to mine as though she’d temporarily forgotten I was on the other end of the cock that had her complete attention.
Doubt flickers across her beautiful features. With my gritted teeth and tight jaw I must look a sight. I need to fix this quickly. Rewind the moment. My right hand attaches itself to the back of her neck, forcing her lips to meet mine, as my left hand covers hers before wrapping it tightly around my dick. When I release it, her hand moves slowly up and down my length.
Her mouth leaves mine as fascination overwhelms her. I let her go, excited to see what she will do. Her knees meet the carpet, her eyes glued to the steady motion of her hand. I grind out a low groan as one of her fingers strokes my balls. Everything inside me is contracting. My cock is aching, growing in her hand. I want to be inside her, and at this point I’m not bothered which orifice as long as it’s hot and wet and hers.
As though she’d read my mind, she licks my engorged head. She looks up at me from where she’s sat on the floor, her expression almost dreamy. Her eyes don’t leave mine; she doesn’t even blink. I have never seen anything I like more, until she feeds my cock into her mouth.
Hot and wet doesn’t even cover it. She is like an inferno. And the way her tongue is moving? Exploring every inch. And I mean every inch. She takes it all, starting with the tip and gradually moving me inside her. I can’t take my eyes off her and hers don’t leave mine. She’s a woman on a mission and I am not going to stop her. She feels fucking unbelievable.
It takes all the self-control I have not to thrust into her. Instead I concentrate on her. The braids that were holding her hair back are falling out across her face in the most adorable sexy way. I pull the ribbon free of her hair, dropping it onto the floor next to her. Her ink black tresses run through my fingers like a liquid and if I could focus on them with any energy I know I would be mesmerized. But my whole body is tightening, throbbing with the pure pleasure of Lucy’s mouth.
I run my hand across her head and she nuzzles into it, the majority of my cock filling up her wonderful mouth. She hums her satisfaction at my touch and it reverberates through my entire being. Everything clenches tighter, my balls tingling, and I try to distract myself.
Thinking about anything other than her big brown eyes staring up at me, or her perfect red, swollen lips around my cock, or her wild, untamable hair between my fingers turns out to be futile. At that moment Lucy starts to suck. Hard. Through glazed eyes I watch the determination on her face as she goes to town on my cock. I feel so wanted and so powerful.
And yet, at the same time so vulnerable. I’ve had blowjobs in my time, from women more experienced than Lucy. But they’ve never felt like this. It’s not her skill or style that makes her stand out, it’s just her. It’s the look in her eyes that tells me how much she wants to do this for me, how badly she wants to make me come. But also her unmistakable arousal that permeates her every move; it is heady. She is doing this to me and she fucking loves it. And so do I.
I manage to grind out the words, “I’m going to come,” to warn her. I don’t want her doing anything she doesn’t want to and I try to hold out to give her time to move away. Despite my best efforts, I come in her mouth like a teenager, much sooner than I was prepared for. I can do better than that, but I let myself get sloppy, get distracted.
To my surprise she swallows every drop, suckling at my cock until I have nothing left to give. When she finally lets me go she rests her cheek on my bare hip, panting. The small smile on her face is the same one that she gets when she is winning at a board game, proud of herself but trying to hide it.
My fingers tremble against her head as I pull myself back together from the orgasm she ripped from me. I want to say something, anything to tell her how wonderful that was, how truly fucking unbelievable, but I am speechless. She has rendered me mute.