Chapter Seven
Gregory
“My parents don’t give a shit.”
Not a lot of things scared and shocked me. I could sleep and snore through horror movies. I’d jump out of a plane for just the thrill and fun of it. I’d eat disgusting insects, be it a dare or not. My friends would prank me and try to get me to break my cool and calm façade, but they always failed.
Except for Jane.
Hearing those words leave her mouth made me suck in a breath. I met her eyes and kept the contact, looking right at her. Her lips were pursed together, as her eyes remained searching mine for a reaction.
What could I say?
That this Sunday had been one of the best days of my life? That I wouldn’t be able to sleep later because I’d be thinking about… everything? We didn’t do anything extraordinary even, not today and not even during the days before. Jane had stayed the night in my place one more time after that first night she slept over, that night I’d claimed her ass.
We did everything, from cuddling to oral sex, and now, I always teased Jane about how giving me blowjobs was her new hobby. She’d initiate and do it out of her own accord.
She woke me up twice by sucking me, and after, we’d just spend the rest of the day cuddling. She’d undo my jeans and pull them down while I was trying to get some chores done around the house. I’d stopped wearing boxers to make it easier for her.
She’d even tried to do it to me in a public park, but I told her we’d try that in the evening when there were less people. I wouldn’t have anyone else see Jane on her knees.
I’d made a mental reminder to follow through with that.
I’d yet to fuck her pussy, to finally take her virginity. Waiting the seven days was hard, but I’d shown her all the other ways to pleasure each other.
But now, I couldn’t keep Jane out of my mind. She’d done something to me, and I wasn’t complaining. I’d never complain when it came to her. These past few days, we’d spent tons of time together, and I was starting to realize that she was everything I wanted in a partner and more. I was getting to know her, the woman underneath that shapely body, and I was dying to find out more.
For her age, Jane was mature, both physically and emotionally, yet the youthful energy was obvious, especially in bed. Or on the kitchen table. Or up against the front door.
She was always wanting to please me and make me happy, be it in or out of the bedroom, but at the same time, she still spoke her mind. The women I used to date always ended up saying “no” more than “yes”. They weren’t adventurous and would rather stay in and have sex unless I took them out to upscale and fancy restaurants. With Jane, she was up for anything. She knew how to be both boring and fun, and even that already made her a cut above the rest.
“I care about you,” I said when minutes of silence passed. “You’re one of a kind, Jane, and it’s a shame your parents don’t see that.”
“I—”
I froze in my seat when her voice cracked for a split second. We were in my living room after a whole day of exploring the city. We’d gone to the local museum and library, and for lunch, I’d taken her to this new café a friend of mine owned, and she was able to meet him. Since she was mine, I wanted to show her off. Not many eighteen-year-olds could start and carry a conversation with people over a decade older, yet Jane did it effortlessly. She was young, yes, but she was exquisite. I didn’t give a shit what people thought. She’d be on my arm for events and reunions with friends. She’d easily fit right in.
Goddamnit, I internally cursed.
This wasn’t about just being physically attracted to her and teaching her everything she needed to know about sex. I wanted her before, during, and after sex. I wanted to hang out with her more and take her out. I wanted her in my life. I’d known it from the start. I wasn’t giving her up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me. “You look worried.”
“I’m scared you’ll leave me once we’ve had real sex.”
I almost broke out laughing but held it in. I knew Jane would take that kind of reaction the wrong way. It was just funny to me how, while I knew she was never going anywhere, she was worrying that I’d leave her.
If only she knew…
It was then I hooked a finger under her chin and tilted it up, so I could stare at her.
“You’re mine, Jane,” I began. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
She gave a slight shrug. “Maybe a few more.”
I grinned. “Perhaps you’re more of a hands-on learner.”
With a gentle push, I forced her onto her back. With one knee on the couch and a foot on the floor, I levered myself over her, tugging her so she was spread before me. I liked her wearing flirty skirts and this moment was why. I just had to toss up the short hem and her pussy was bare for me.
“Yes, Mr. Parker. Perhaps you need to show me.”
She shifted so she could pull her t-shirt over her head, her bare breasts swaying as she settled on her back once again.
As I lowered my head to one plump nipple, I murmured, “You a very eager pupil.”
* * * *
Jane
“They’re back.” It was the first thing I said when he opened the door. He was in sweatpants and t-shirt, and the sight instantly made me horny even if I was feeling down. “I don’t want to stay there tonight.”
Mr. Parker immediately knew what I was talking about. My parents – they’d just gotten back from Europe. They’d returned with a mountain of souvenirs, from designer clothing to Swiss chocolates and the finest wines from France and Spain. They were all for me, even the alcohol, but after they’d said their “hi’s” and apologized for missing my graduation, they excused themselves and went to their home office. Mom needed to catch up with emails, and dad had a business dinner with some corporate partners. In a second, the mansion was back to being empty, and I felt lonely. After spending every day of the past week with Mr. Parker, the difference between the feeling of being alone and having someone to spend the day with was as clear as night and day.
Mr. Parker and I talked about meeting at eight tonight, but I went to his place a couple hours earlier. Why wait when there was nothing to do in the empty mansion? Besides, it’d been exactly a week. We both knew what tonight entailed, and I’d assumed he’d want me at his house sooner rather than later. It was time for him to take my virginity. He’d kept his word, nothing had gone into my needy pussy. Yes, he’d eaten me out and fucked my ass, but he’d kept my pussy as virgin as could be, ready to be stretched open first by his bare cock. During the drive, my imagination went wild.
I was already thinking about the dirty things I was going to say to him, how I was going to remove the tight-as-a-glove dress I wore. I was playing out the possibilities of later in my head. Would I keep my heels on or off? Maybe, I could ask that in a naughty way. My thoughts were racing, and it was a miracle I even got to his place in one piece.
“I haven’t cooked dinner,” he said to me, but that was honestly the last thing on my mind. I wanted to eat something else. Ever since that first time I’d given him a blowjob, I found the beauty in sucking dick. His dick. When he was in my mouth, I owned him. I was powerful and beautiful and more important, irresistible.
It was so much fun to do, and the shape of his tip and the length of his shaft was definitely a sight I could stare at all day and night. He’d tease me regularly that sucking him was now my new hobby. I’d laugh him off every time, but deep down, I knew he couldn’t be more right. “Come in, Jane. Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I’ve been studying for the bar exam the whole day. My mind’s burnt.”
I entered his house and followed him into the living room. He sat down first and patted the empty space beside him, but fuck. The sweatpants and the even thinner t-shirt only made me feel hornier. If we started a movie, there’d be no doubt I wouldn’t last through it. My eyes flew toward his cock where the length was outlined in his sweats, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted to have sex right then and there. I’d been waiting a full week, and I felt like I couldn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t going to tell him that outright though. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him.
Because I loved it when Mr. Parker took charge, and tonight, I wanted him to take charge as he took my virginity.
I just needed to prod him, so I didn’t sit next to him. Instead, I stood directly before him.
With a smile on my face, I began to wriggle out of my skintight dress. I’d move my ass left and right to get the spandex to ride up my hips. I held the hem with my fingers and pulled it over my body, and when my dress covered my face, my smile turned into a smirk when I heard him elicit a groan. I wasn’t wearing any underwear—just the way he liked me—and in a second, I was full-on naked in front of him. To add to that, I’d gone to the salon yesterday to get a full wax. My pussy was bare and free from any hair, and I clenched when I felt a surge of heat burning inside me.
“Fucking…” Mr. Parker breathed as he stared at me. I threw the dress onto the floor and walked closer to him until my legs touched his knees. “Jane…” he groaned again, running a hand through his hair. I could see the hunger burning in his eyes.
“It’s been a week,” was all I said. I didn’t even need to say that to let him know what was on my mind.
“Not here,” he said, and in a second, he was on his feet and he’d swooped me up in his arms. He raced up the stairs and then kicked open the door to his bedroom. Then, he dropped me onto his bed. “It’s your first time. We’re going to do it the right way.”
“It’s right as long as I’m with you,” I courageously said, letting him know what I felt.
“Such a good little virgin.”
I saw his eyes soften a bit before he moved them down to explore my body. I felt a shiver run up my spine when he began to trace a finger over my skin, from the curve of my neck and down the valley between my breasts, then lower still, over the newly bare pussy lips.
I inhaled sharply when his finger stopped right at my entrance. My eyes widened when he planted just one kiss over my pussy. Then, he rose up to kiss me on the lips. I tasted myself on him. The moment was so emotional and intense. He wasn’t rushing to take me.
He didn’t undress and stick his dick in right away, just as I wanted. By the look on his face, I could tell he didn’t want to rush tonight. He wanted to take me, yes, but he wanted tonight to be special, too. It was going to be my first time. It was going to be our first time. There were no repeats or refunds for firsts. I could tell what was on his mind with the way he acted and moved above me – caring and loving he was.
And I couldn’t help but blurt out, “I love you.”
My heart instantly froze when those three words left my mouth. Silence enveloped the room, and I was thinking of taking back what I said. He stayed deathly quiet, and I felt like my heart was going to crack the moment one of us moved. I turned my head to the side to look away, but right when I was about to do so, he moved his head down towards my pussy and began planting soft kisses at my entrance.
He licked and laved my pussy, his lips swiping my folds and his tongue trying to push deeper. He sucked once and then twice, all the while his hand continued to rub up and down my thigh while the other cradled my waist. There was nothing rough and eager about the way he moved, and it was relaxing and calming, and it was just what I needed. He continued to kiss and suck my pussy, and I savored the moment with eyes closed and my mind blank and empty. I was in the moment, and it was the only place I wanted to be.
I arched my back off the bed when his tongue started to play with my clit, and I let out a series of moans when I could feel the ember growing inside me. The whirlpool was building up again, and he knew what was about to happen because my moans then turned into screams, and those screams turned louder with every minute passing.
“Gregory…” I breathed, when I felt myself about to tip over the edge. “Please…”
In an instant, he was off me. My eyes widened, questioning, but he only smiled at me as he began to take off his sweatpants.
“Another lesson, naughty girl. What do you call me?”
I wiggled my hips. “Mr. Parker, please.”
He pulled the t-shirt over his head and threw it across the room. Settling back between my parted thighs, his full erection teased my entrance, and I could see some pre-cum drip from the tip.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck my virgin pussy.”
I’d gotten brazen in sharing what I wanted.
“How?”
“With your fingers. With your big, hard cock.”
He settled back on his heels and began to stroke himself. “With this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. When he arched a brow, I said, “Yes, sir.”
“It’s going to fill you right up, open you wide, go deep inside you, isn’t it?”
My inner walls clenched at his dirty words.
“You won’t be a virgin anymore. You’ll still be my good little girl, won’t you?”
I nodded, reached down and ran my fingers over my clit.
He tsked me and gripped my wrist, placing it up by my head and not letting it go.
“Such a needy, naughty girl. Do I need to spank your ass first before I fuck you good and hard? Fill you with my seed and mark you as mine?”
I arched my back. “No, sir.”
He released my wrist and sat back again. “Hook your hands behind your knees and pull them back. Good. Wider. Yes, like that. Now I can see your virgin pussy and well claimed ass. It’s all mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Placing his hand by my head, he settled over me. I felt a finger at my entrance, circling, but not entering.
“Please,” I begged, gripping my legs nice and wide.
“We’re going to finish together, alright?” he said, his eyes staring at mine before they moved to look at how we were almost joined. His tip was caught around the lips of my pussy, and I was dying to have my hands on his ass and push him all the way in, but I stopped myself from doing that.
That would make me a bad girl, and Mr. Parker would punish me. While I loved it when he gave me that extra attention I craved, even when bad, it wasn’t what I wanted tonight.
He’d take me hard and fast, but I wanted this to be slow and intimate. I loved him. I didn’t want sex tonight. I wanted to make love.
“I’m going to start slow, Jane,” he then said, beginning to push inside. His words had tamed, his voice more soothing than scolding. “It’s going to hurt a little bit, so I’m going to ease you into it.”
I nodded my head and shut my eyes, as I felt him move deeper. Felt his broad head stretch me just as he’d promised.
“That’s right, baby. They’re we go, Jane. You can take me…all of me.”
“Yes,” I managed to groan, eyes still closed as I was trying to get used to his size. My pussy was wet, and I could feel his dick gliding smoothly inside me. Still, it felt tight as if my inner walls were being stretched to their limits. He looked at me and I held his gaze. All at once, he thrust deep, took my virginity with his big dick, just as he’d promised.
I groaned at the bite of pain, the way he filled me up.
“I can’t go any deeper, Jane,” he said. “You feel fucking amazing.”
He remained still, just for a bit, letting me adjust to him, just as he’d done when he’d taken my ass for the first time.
And then, he started to move, slow and steady. I laid still as he pushed in and out of me. I wanted to thrust my hips. His dick glided effortlessly inside my wet pussy, but it was just so tight; I felt a little bit strained. I couldn’t explain the pain. It slightly hurt yes, but it was the welcomed kind. It was the kind of pain that I didn’t want to go away, and I made my feelings known by releasing my hold on my legs and cupping and squeezing his ass as he continued to thrust.
“There we go, baby,” he said, beginning to pick up his pace, and I found myself automatically smiling at the feel of his dick moving in and out of me. I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing. Fuck. I was suddenly hungry and desperate for him, and I couldn’t help but start to rock my hips and match his pace.
“Fuck…you’re such a good student,” he said, moving faster. “You get an A. That’s it…”
He cupped my breast. I moaned. He began to rub my clit, and I squeezed my vaginal muscles, thanking the Kegel Gods. He groaned loudly, almost beast-like, when I did that.
“Fucking hell…” he roared, as I stayed clenched.
“Yes…yes…” I moaned, as he continued to move inside. “Yes…yes…” The whirlpool was reaching its end, and he knew it was so, as I’d begun screaming again.
When I opened my eyes, I found him staring right at me. His eyes told me what I’d been dying to hear from him. He loved me. I could feel it. He didn’t need to tell me outright. Everything he’d done was for me. He took charge because he knew I needed guidance. He spent as much time with me as possible the past week because he knew I was truly alone despite all the material things and friends I had. He started me slowly with sex tonight because he didn’t want to hurt me. I didn’t need to hear those three words from him. I could feel it.
“Oh, God…!” I moaned loudly when I felt myself shivering and writhing underneath him. My juices mixed with his inside my pussy, and I could feel the bed sheet become moist underneath me. He continued to pump in and out of me, slowly now, our cum dripping to the bed with every pull of his dick. I let out a series of breathy sighs when he finally came to a stop, and I was a wet mess beneath him.
“You’re amazing,” he said, as he rolled off me and laid down on my side. Then, he splayed an arm across my stomach and pulled me flushed against his torso. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”
His words surrounded me like a warm, perfect bath as I fought back tears. My parents were the only people who’d ever spoken those words, and even then, they’d been rushed and automatic. A reflex, like saying hello or good-bye when one answered the phone.
But this felt different. Real.
I rested my head on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down my waist. I found myself suddenly sleepy and tired. There was no doubt I’d have the best sleep of my life. Content, sated and well fucked.