I feel myself growing wet in the car, already desperate for Heath’s cock, for his body, to feel him inside of me. I stare straight ahead in an effort to control myself, and Heath must notice.

“Put your legs on the dash,” he instructs me at a stoplight.

“What?”

“Do it, Karli,” he says, and the stern tone in his voice undoes me— I like his confidence, I like his control. I lick my lips and lift my legs to the dash. The light is still red; Heath looks over, then reaches between my legs, nudging them apart. I have leggings on, but I still moan as his hand runs down to my pussy, where he pets me almost fondly.

“I can already feel how wet you are,” he says, heat in his voice. “Damn it, Karli.”

“Why damn it?”

“I shouldn’t want you this bad. I shouldn’t need you—“ the light turns and Heath takes a rocky breath, and we ease forward. “Take those off,” he says, motioning to my leggings.

“Now?”

“Yes.”

I unzip my boots and shimmy out of my leggings. The dress I’m wearing is shorter than one I’d wear without them, but I like how my ass feels against the seat of Heath’s car— I’m only wearing a thong, so there’s little between me and the leather seats.

“Legs back up,” Heath says, and I prop my legs back on the dash. We’re heading out of town, and it’s only when we take an unfamiliar turn that I realize I don’t really know where Heath lives. We’re driving into the more rural parts of town, where houses sit on hilltops, lit up like tiny Christmas village homes.

We come to a four way stop that void of any sign of life; Heath looks over at my legs on his dash, an animal-like gleam in his eyes, then reaches between my legs again. This time I cry out when his fingers find first the fabric of my thong, then my pussy beneath. He doesn’t penetrate me, but explores my folds in long, delicate strokes, wetness pouring from me in a way that would be embarrassing if I weren’t so hot for him.

“The dress. Take the dress off,” he says.

My eyes widen a little more at this. “Now? In the car? What if someone drives by?”

“Karli—“

“Alright,” I say, shaking, excited, terrified. I grab my dress and pull it over my head, tossing it in the backseat. He groans with want when he sees me in my bra and panties, then accelerates hard.

“How much farther?” I ask.

“Not very,” he growls, and I love that need in his voice. I prop my legs back on the desk and lower my own hands to my pussy, massaging my wetness, rocking back and forth slightly as I do so.

“Are you going to fuck me hard, Heath?” I ask. I feel powerful, dangerously so, especially now that I can feel the heat rising from him— and see the bulge rising through his pants. I lick my lips. I want his cock in a way I’ve never wanted any man’s.

“Karli,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re going to make me crazy.”

“Why wouldn’t I want that?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. You can’t just get fucked the way I want to fuck you. We have to build up to it.”

“More training. How military of you,” I say, and for a moment I think he mistook my play for an insult, but then he smiles wickedly.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.”

I almost protest— am I going to walk into his place naked? But what’s the point— I know I’ll do it. I know I’ll do anything he wants. I take off my panties and abandon them in the floorboard, then my bra, and I feel electric and alive. Heath turns onto a small driveway and we start up the hill into near darkness. He looks over at me, letting his eyes linger on my bare breasts, then shakes his head as if in wonder.

“I had no idea what I was in for, with you,” he says.

“Same,” I answer, and lift my feet back to the dash. I barely have time to touch myself, though, because Heath suddenly comes to a stop, parking the car. He’s leapt out and is coming around the side so quickly that I don’t even get a chance to get a look at his house before the headlights are off.

Heath appears at the door and leans in, kissing me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me up into his arms. I sigh and lean into him to escape the cold.

“That’s right,” he murmurs against me as he carries me forward. “I like you undressing for me, Karli. I like you doing what I ask.”

“I like it too,” I practically purr at him, and he kisses my neck. He shifts me into one arm like I weigh nothing at all, and I realize he’s fumbling for his keys— we’re at the front door.

It’s no wonder I didn’t see the house— there are no lights on, and it’s an old cabin-type structure. It’s cute, Pinterest-y and quaint, so far as I can tell. He pushes open the door and a sweeping scent of masculinity wafts over me.

“On your feet,” he says, lowering my toes to the bare hardwood floor. I stand naked in the middle of the room as he closes the door and flicks on lights.

The house is tidy and nearly bare, with no decorative touches whatsoever. It’s clearly an old farmhouse, and while it doesn’t appear to lack any modern touches— a decent kitchen, lights, the warmth of a heater— it’s clear that this isn’t one of those gut jobs where the place’s character has been stripped out. No; the walls are still plaster, the floor worn and uneven wood, the air musty in a sweet, storied way.

“This is your house?”

“I share it with another guy in the service,” Heath says. Tossing his keys on the counter. I look back and see that he’s staring at my body; he begins to circle me, a predatory walk that makes me want him even more.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost more to himself. “Standing here like you’re ready for me.”

“I am ready for you,” I say, turning with him, letting my right hand drift to one of my breasts. I play with my nipple lightly, and moan not at the sensation, but at the way it makes Heath shudder.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says seriously, his eyes rising to mine.

“Heath, you won’t—“

“Tell me,” he says again, and I nod. He takes a deep breath, and then rushes at me.

Heath backs me up to the kitchen table, then lifts me up onto it, running his hands along my sides. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, and then leans me back as his mouth finds one of my nipples. I groan, loud and unashamed, and arch against him as he flicks it with his tongue, his teeth grazing my breast as he tries to take more of me into his mouth. He squeezes my other breast gently with a hand, running his thumb back and forth across that nipple before turning his mouth to it. Electricity shoots through me, and I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist.

“Slow, slow,” he says through my breast, though I think he might be telling himself this just as much as he’s telling me.

“I need you in me,” I gasp, my words a plea.

“We have all night, baby,” he answers.

“Heath—“

He almost laughs, then raises his head to look me in the eye. “Alright, Karli. I’m going to make you come so that you can relax a little. Then we’re going to fuck all night. As many times as you can take.”

“Okay. Please,” I say, nodding feverishly. I’ve never felt like this before, I’ve never felt so needy and desperate.

I expect to see Heath unbutton his pants— I want to see his cock, I want to feel it push into me. Instead, though, he pulls me up to sitting, then eases me to the edge of the table. He the drops down to his knees—

“Oh, I—“ I freeze, realizing what he plans on doing.

“Is there a problem?” he asks.

“No, I just…” I swallow, as nervous have overpowered my excitement at whiplash-worthy speeds. “No one’s ever done this to me before.”

Heath looks genuinely confused, then says, “Baby, are you telling me no one has ever licked your pussy?”

I shake my head. I’ve only had two serious boyfriends, and we were the get-naked-have-sex-fast type of couples. There was never any oral sex, never any foreplay, even.

“How?” he says, looking amazed. He pushes my knees apart gently, and stares straight at my pussy, like it’s beautiful. I flush; I’ve never been able to feel someone’s breath between my thighs before.

“It’s just never happened,” I say weakly.

“Mmhm,” he says, leaning closer, and I whimper at the sensation of his mouth so near me. I stare as he gets closer and closer to my pussy.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asks.

I shake my head, barely able to concentrate as his warm air tickles along my slit. I can’t imagine fitting Heath’s cock in my mouth, but the idea excites me more than I expect it to.

“One step at a time, then,” he says, and then leans forward and licks my slit in one long, bold stroke.