Becca

I couldn’t take my eyes off Jake, especially not after what I’d just said. It was the truth. I really wanted to get a tattoo, a butterfly, but having him fuck me ranked higher in my list of priorities. I told him what I wanted and it was up to him if he’d give it to me.

Waiting for him to respond felt like an eternity, as if everything was in slow motion. I watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing once. I imitated him, then sucked in a breath of my own. I’d been bold, bolder than I’d ever been in my life, but I’d learned from my father I had to go after what I wanted. I doubted he meant going after a guy to fuck me, but…whatever. My gaze drifted lower, moved down from his neck past his broad shoulders, muscled torso, narrow waist to the growing bulge in his jeans. Wow. My heart beat faster at the sight.

I’d gotten to him. I made him horny if the size of his dick was any indication.

I reached out, carefully and a little hesitantly, and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. He could stop me at any time—he was so much stronger than me—but he didn’t. I moved his hand down, the pads of his skin just barely touching my hip bone, and further south until he hovered over my pussy, then pressed down. There. I closed my eyes at the sensation. I’d never had a guy touch me like this before. It was feather-light, but my pussy felt like they were on fire. I smiled a bit when I heard a groan escape his lips.

His eyes met mine, but he remained still, let me move his hand as I wanted over my shorts. He could tug his hand free, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He could control me easily, but in this moment, but he was letting me take the lead. What guy wouldn’t if it led to pussy?

Bold, I pulled my shorts all the way down to reveal lacy see-through thong. “I went shopping today,” I murmured, glancing up and watching his eyes, the way they heated, his jaw, the way it clenched as he looked at me. Saw what no other man had seen before.

I’d gotten a Brazilian yesterday after he changed my tire and with the way his eyes and his big bulge grew even bigger, I knew I made the right decision to go bare.

“Touch me…” I didn’t move his hand. Starting now, whatever happened next was up to him. “Please.”

He stared at me with the same intensity I gave him, and with every second of silence passing, I grew wetter and hotter. His striking blue eyes raked over me as if he were memorizing every inch. A part of me wanted to know what he was thinking, but with the way he was making me feel, I wanted to leave the talking for later…after…we’d done what I wanted him to do.

“You’re a virgin,” he said, voice trailing off as if he was talking more to himself than to me. His fingers remained still, but I could feel the heat of them through the thin fabric barrier.

I nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Have you done other things?” I unwound my fingers from his wrist, but his hand still stayed on my pussy. “Been finger fucked?”

I shook my head.

“Given a blow job?”

I shook my head again.

“Had your pussy eaten?”

Once more.

“What have you done?”

His gaze flicked up to mine.

I bit my lip, slightly embarrassed. I was eighteen and a virgin. A very virgin virgin. He was older, experienced, worldly. Hell, he probably had women flinging themselves at him all day long. I’d done it just now, but I was just a clueless. Was I doing it right? Why would he want me? I fit the “loser” stereotype perfectly. I suddenly felt like cowering away, hunching my shoulders into a defensive position. This was silly. I was silly even asking him to do this. To expose myself to him like this. I tried to get up, but he moved quickly, his free hand grasping my shoulder to keep me still. He hovered over me. I was trapped, his broad chest much wider than mine, and his arms were big and strong to keep me in place. I felt like I couldn’t escape him, and I liked the feeling. I’d been bold to begin with, but it seemed he was taking over.

“You’ve never been touched before?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. “Here?” His fingers pressed against my pussy, and I was trying my best not to squirm. “Or here?” The hand on my shoulder slid lower to cup my right breast.

I shook my head again, bit my lip again. I didn’t cower anymore, but arched my back so I filled his palm more fully.

“Will you?” I whispered.

He looked from my pussy and up into my eyes.

“Will you touch me?”

The edges of his lips curved upward into a grin. “Fuck yes,” came his response. “This?” He brushed over my clit. “This pussy’s all mine.” With that, his fingers slipped underneath the edge of my thong and really touched me. It was a heated shock, just that light touch.

“You’re drenched for me, baby.”

I pushed my head backward, closed my eyes. I wanted to remember this moment, every bit of what it felt like to be pleasured. By a man. Not by my hand any longer. I jumped a bit in the chair when his two fingers lightly pinched my clit.

“Relax,” he breathed, before holding me against the chair. “Don’t feel nervous. You’re safe with me. Enjoy everything I’m about to give you.”

I glanced down, saw his tattooed arm and followed it down to see his hand between my legs, his fingers disappearing beneath the pink lace. It was so hot, being touched by the bad boy, I whimpered.

“Shh. Your pleasure belongs to me. Only me. I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”

Not wasting a second, he pushed my top above my breasts and expertly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. I opened my eyes and watched as his head lowered to hover near just over my taut nipple. His eyes met mine for just a second before he parted his lips and took the tip into his mouth.

“Fu-…yes…Ry—an…” It was getting harder and harder for me to form anything coherent—and to remain quiet. I couldn’t speak properly. Hell. I didn’t want to. Jake told me to relax and just enjoy, and I was going to do exactly that. I closed my eyes tighter as I relished the feel of my nipples getting sucked and my pussy being touched at the same time. I inhaled sharply and then elicited a soft moan when he slipped a finger inside me and started to move it in and out, mimicking what I wanted him to do with his cock. I arched my back off the chair, trying to push his finger deeper inside me with a thrust of my hips. I heard him let out a short laugh, and I wasn’t prepared when he slipped another finger in.

“You’re so tight. Virgin tight.”

“Oh…Go—” I breathed, louder this time, when he started to move his hand faster and faster. I couldn’t help but open my eyes, and I watched him continue to suck on my nipple. He pulled his mouth away from my chest and looked up at me.

“You’re so fucking wet…getting a little noisy, too,” he said, smile widening all the more. “Just imagine when I get my dick inside you. This tight little cunt is going to be split in two, babe. I’m big and this pussy, I’m going to take that cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll fit...eventually.”

“Yes…yes, please…” I thrust my hips riding the pleasure. His dirty talk only pushed me close to the brink. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?” He let out a ‘tsk’ and shook his head. “You need my big dick, don’t you? You’ll just have to be patient,” he said, continuing to finger me, as he flicked my clit with his thumb. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back room of a tattoo shop. I want to give you the best first time ever…and when I do, it’s going to last all night.”

He looked down my body and focused on my pussy, watched his fingers sink inside me over and over. With his thumb exerting pressure on my clit, I was about to come. But this was so much better than any orgasm I ever gave myself.

Is this…? Am I…?

I couldn’t control my moans any longer, not the frequency or the volume. He took it as his cue to move faster and delve deeper inside me until I had to grip his biceps to keep from flying away.

“Oh God…Jake…I’m gonna co—”

I broke then, riding his fingers, giving over to the pleasure. I had no idea it would be like this, that there were places deep inside me that made it incredible. I could barely catch my breath as his fingers began to slow down their movements. After a while, I found the energy to open my eyes. They zoned in on his hand, slicked with my juices, and watched as he lifted it to his mouth, sucked each finger clean.

“I almost came in my pants by listening to you,” he said, chuckling a bit.

“Well, we can’t let that happen yet,” I said, a little coy. “I want to do that again, but this time with your cock in me. You told me—”

“Didn’t I say to just relax?” he said in a teasing manner. He grinned as he adjusted himself, the steel beam that was practically ripping out of his jeans. That was going to fit? “Later. When I can get you in my bed and you won’t have to leave.”

I nodded my head, smiled. My pussy clenched eagerly for what was to come. “But I still want the tattoo, really.”

He let out an amused bark. “Of course, but I don’t think that’s your priority at the moment. Is it? You’re pussy’s still needy?”

I bit my lip, nodded. What he’d just done only made me eager for more.

He helped me up, gave me a swat on the ass. “Later. Definitely later.”