Chapter Three
Gabe
She was doing it on purpose. I fucking knew it. It was the first time she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra, but she’d been taunting me with her perky tits and smooth thighs ever since the night we met.
I wasn’t going to pretend I was a saint. I fucking loved it every time Mary displayed that full ass of hers and slender legs. And the way her nipples poked against her thin tank top? Yeah, I was an asshole for staring, but I was only a man. A horny man with fucking blue balls.
School was already over, high school a thing of the past for her, but she’d still come to babysit Ashley wearing a short skirt that reminded me of her old uniform. My mind was telling me to stay away, and I’d been able to do it up until now, but my dick was hard every time I saw her. Hard? No, it was a steel beam in my pants.
It was the third time this week I came home to her sashaying her hips. The first night, she’d been in the living room with the vacuum turned on, rocking those lush hips to the music she had coming through her ear buds. I thought I’d blow my load then and there.
Tonight? She’d added the flirty fucking skirt to her teasing. And she’d worn a damn white tank top and I could see her hard nipples peeking through. I could even see they were dark pink. Fuck.
I tried and succeeded in not groaning out loud. I would’ve ravaged her right then and there, but I didn’t think she’d like that. Hell, I’d had to storm out of the house this morning or I would have taken her. She wouldn’t want an older man like me. I’d questioned it for days. But now? Now maybe she would…
She would…if the way she stared at my erection and licked her bottom lip was any indication. If her nipples were like pencil erasers. If her skirt wasn’t practically showing off her pert ass.
“Ashley’s asleep?” I confirmed. If I was going to make Mary mine, I wanted Ashley sound asleep. No interruptions for what I wanted to do to Mary.
“You know it,” she said. “I took her to the country club today and she played for hours in the wading pool. I can see her becoming an Olympic swimmer. She’s a natural.”
At the exact same time, we stared at each other and burst out laughing. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but shake my head. From the way she spoke and moved, she was the perfect combination of youthful and sexy. She wasn’t just a pretty face with a body I’d like to fuck. She had a personality that could light up any room, and it was such a turn-on that the thought of her voice made my erection harder, if that was even still possible.
“Enough about Ashley,” I said, moving closer to her.
I raised my hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before grazing my fingers over her cheek. Her flesh was soft and so smooth against my own, like a woman’s, and I loved women. I loved how they felt so small and little beside me. But none of them had been Mary. The past women I’d dated never failed to mention how they always felt so safe and secure with me, like I would protect them from any harm. It was true. I would never hurt a woman, never see one hurt by someone else. I was a gentleman.
With the way she stared up at me, I could tell Mary felt the same. She liked the feeling of standing beside me and feeling small. She wanted that feeling. She wanted me to protect her. I’d never thought about it before, but thinking now, I realized I didn’t mind. There was just something about her that wanted me to get to know her better, to know her likes and dislikes, what turned her on and what turned her off. I wanted to know how she would be in bed, and when I thought like that, I wasn’t a gentleman at all. I wanted to know everything.
I wanted to know if she blushed everywhere. I wanted to know if she was as wet as I suspected. I wanted to know the sounds she made when I slipped my fingers into her for the first time, put my mouth on her pussy, filled her with my huge dick. I wanted to know what she looked like when she came.
Yeah, that was my dick talking. It could make all my life’s decisions for me; it’d never failed me before. I wouldn’t think it’d fail me now with Mary. Looking at her with her breasts flushed against my chest, her nipples poking me, I could never fathom how she would ever be a wrong decision. She was the whole package – face, body, and brains. That already made her rare amongst the female population, and I knew that population quite well.
She bit her lip, looked up at me through her fringed lashes.
I was the one who took a step back, but my eyes remained on hers. Pinned her in place.
“Come,” I then said, leading her out of the kitchen and to the couch in the great room, and she followed suit. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Mary?”
I saw the way her eyes widened instantly and she froze. I hurriedly opened my mouth and explained, making sure she didn’t get the wrong expression. “The way you’re seducing me, aren’t you?” were the first words that left my mouth. “Being a naughty girl by showing me your ass and thong. Those hard nipples. A bad girl, aren’t you?”
I was shocked when she curved her lips upwards into a knowing smile, then nodded her head.
“Why?”
She was young and gorgeous and could have any guy she wanted. Why was she seducing a thirty-year-old man?
Her pink tongue flicked out and licked her lower lip. “Because I want you to take my virginity.”
Take her virginity? Fuck. My dick went rock hard, as if it wasn’t already.
“I would’ve never guessed…” It was my turn to smirk. “Although Greg did mention a bunch of his students making a pact to lose their virginity before college, like his Jane. You’re one of them, huh?”
“Are we just going to keep talking?” she asked, putting her finger to her lip.
Damn. She never failed to surprise me. Up until she arrived this morning, I could have imagined her a virgin. But today? Her outfit, her hard nipples, her heated gazes said experience. I would never have expected that kind of confidence in an eighteen-year-old, much less one who was a virgin. But I liked this dichotomy. Vixen and virgin in one. Somehow, she was pushing all of the right buttons. I wouldn’t even be surprised if I came in my pants just from her talking. I was so wound up thinking about her pert tits all day.
“You’re an impatient girl, aren’t you?” I said with a teasing grin. “Naughty and impatient…” I said that more to myself than to her. She’d just taken me by surprise with her confidence and boldness. I fucking loved it. And I was going to love fucking her.
“Well, I’ve been waiting for eighteen years. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“You think you can handle my cock taking that virgin pussy?” Yes, she’d be able to handle it. The fit would be tight. Her pussy would be so fucking tight, but I’d fit. She was made to take me.
The rules had changed. Right now, I was no longer her boss and she was no longer my babysitter. No, she was the woman I was going to fuck. She wanted it and wasn’t hiding that in the least, especially with her nipples pointing straight at me. I wasn’t hiding anything either, as I slid my hand underneath my jeans and rubbed my dick right in front of her. My cock was happy to be stroked, but would only be satisfied buried deep in that hot, wet channel.
Her eyes widened with what I was doing, and I noticed how she’d started squirming where she stood and how her breathing turned ragged. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one feeling horny. I knew where this would lead. She was the virgin. She might have started this, but there was no doubt she wanted me to finish it.
Pulling my hand out of my jeans, I stepped up to her and slid it underneath her skirt to rub her bare ass. She lifted her bum a bit, and I continued to move my hand up and down her smooth flesh. It was hot and smooth, tight and pert. Perfect.
“So you want me to fuck you?” I asked her, throwing away all pretenses. She’d been seducing me all along. I was no martyr. It was only a matter of time until I broke down and succumbed to her, and that moment was right now. She nodded her head and maintained eye contact. Yes, fuck me. She basically told me with the intensity in her emerald eyes. “How come no one has ever fucked your virgin pussy before?”
With her eyes on mine, she shrugged.
“Has anyone touched you?” I asked curiously, and when she moved her head to say no, I wrapped a strong arm around her waist, tugged her to sit on my lap on the couch. I didn’t settle her toward me, but so she looked out at the room. She glanced once at me over her shoulder, then looked away.
I couldn’t help it, my hands explored the expanse of her flesh, as they slid down past her perky nipples to rest on her inner thighs. Just the smallest of movements and I’d be right at her entrance, my hands ready to take her. I suddenly had the brilliant idea to test myself – how long it would take before I lost all control. My dick didn’t like the idea, but he wasn’t in charge. This was her first time and I wanted her so revved up she’d come before I even got inside her.
Leaning her back so she rested against my chest to practically lay on top of me, I flipped her skirt up, exposing her pathetic excuse of a flimsy thong to reveal a thin strip of trimmed hair covering a thin line above her pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping.”
The string of her thong was marred with her own juices and I felt my dick jerk against my pants. Against her ass. So much for testing myself. With her on my lap, she spread her legs wide open and rested the soles of her feet on the edge of the couch. Oh yeah, my girl was eager.
“You like that, huh?” I asked when Mary started moaning as my fingers slid up and down the plump lips of her pussy. They were getting soaked, and I was ecstatic. She was just as eager as me. Just as needy and not even a single part of me was inside her…yet. “Oh, fucking hell…moan any louder, and you’re gonna make me cum in my pants.”
“Gabe,” she breathed, voice becoming hoarse. “Hmmm…”
She let her head fall backward over my left shoulder as she arched her back, her perky breasts pointing towards the ceiling. Her eyes slipped closed as her hips moved. Her straight white teeth bit into her lower lip. She was gorgeous with her desire. Passionate. Easily aroused. Perfect.
Her plaid skirt pooled around her waist, and I impatiently tugged at the thin string of her lace panties and ripped them off. The small scrap of fabric was redolent with her scent and ruined with her arousal. I tossed it onto the floor. She started to thrust her hips toward the ceiling as two of my fingers began to draw invisible circles on her clit. It poked out, swollen and eager, just for me.
“Finger me, please,” she begged, and I felt a surge of pride run through my veins. She was so naughty, so bold.
I’d give her what she wanted, this time, but she’d soon learn who was in charge. I slipped two fingers inside her and began to carefully work them in and out, avoiding that thin membrane that proved her virginity. I was going to tear through that, but with my cock. Her breathing became ragged as I took my sweet time exploring her internal walls. This was her first time. She needed to experience the best and I was going to give it to her.
Careful not to finger fuck her too deep, I folded my fingers into the shape of a hook to reach a different part of her, that swollen ridge of flesh that made her purr. Her eyes flew open and when I started to move them in and out again, keeping the curled position, her moans turned into screams, and she started to shiver against me. Holy hell, she was so responsive. With her thrusting her hips, she was unknowingly rubbing my dick. I wouldn’t be surprised if we finished together, and that was with my pants on. I knew pre-cum stained the front of them. I was too eager for her.
“I’m gonna come, Gabe…I’m gonna come,” she moaned, and right then and there, I pulled my fingers out of her.
She whimpered, then arched her back. Unfulfilled. That’s right. I’d make her come, but I wanted her to know it would be with my dick deep inside her.
Yeah, I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d only just begun.