Jake

I didn’t know what was getting more damage, my fucking knuckles or the punching bag. I’d been going at it relentlessly for the past fifteen minutes. Sooner rather than later, I was going to bleed.

What the fuck had I been thinking?

A few hours ago, there was no way I could ever, ever touch Becca…and for her own good. She was unbreakable china, immaculate and fragile, and I was the bad boy. I was everything that wasn’t good for her. My family disowned me. I wasn’t mingling with the higher-ups of society. I had tattoos. I was nothing but dangerous for her. And I’d dirtied her. I got her nice and filthy.

And she’d loved it.

I saw the look on her face when she came for a man for the first time. She’d done it because of me. For me. Her eyes had been closed but her mouth remained open, moans of pleasure escaping those plump lips. I should have covered her mouth or kissed her or something because there was no way everyone in the tattoo parlor hadn’t heard her. It was arrogant of me, but a moaning woman was always a badge of honor.

But she wasn’t just a fling and I sure as fuck didn’t want to share her.

There was just something about Becca. She was like a drug. Just the feel of her virgin pussy creaming all over my fingers and I was hooked. Yet, I couldn’t have her. She was a fucking princess. She had her life mapped out for her. With the support and money of her family, she was certain of a bright, successful future. She was gorgeous, smart, and wealthy – the perfect triple threat. I was completely no good for her.

But she told me outright she wanted me. She’d come to me. She’d come all over my hand.

She wanted me for sex. If she wanted to troll and use me to see what a big dick felt like before she settled down to vanilla sex the rest of her life, that was fine. But I was irrationally possessive, it seemed. I knew, once I slipped into that tight pussy, got that sweet honey coat my dick and broke through that cherry of hers, she was all mine.

Fuck this. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? I gave up my workout and headed for the shower.

Becca was just a girl, a virgin…a virgin girl who’d told me straight up she wanted me to fuck her. How could someone be so innocent and sexy at the same time? The fucking kicker was, she had no ideal her appeal, her charm. Her passion. A passion that I’d awakened.

I shook my head and closed my eyes tight. This wasn’t helping. I had to stop daydreaming about her. She was taking up all my thoughts and that needed to stop. Wake up. I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. I was twenty-four years old with tattoos all over me. It made me ‘dangerously sexy’ or so I’d been told. I could have sex with more experienced women. Hell, I just had to pull out my cell for any number of women on speed dial who’d drop to their knees and suck me down. I needed to stop thinking about Becca…and her wavy brown hair and cute pointed chin and her innocent hazel eyes. Her pink nipples and the way they’d hardened against my tongue, her barely-legal pussy and how it had all but broken my fingers when she came. The flavor of her as I licked her juices from my fingers. The scent of her that still lingered.

Fuck. Fuck. STOP!

I knew what I needed to do.

I’d think about her for a few more minutes, then stop completely. Turning on the shower, I waited for it to get scorching hot, then I stepped beneath the spray.

A groan escaped me when my fingers gripped my dick and started to move up and down. I shut my eyes tight, remembering what happened. After this…after I busted a nut, I could stop fantasizing about her and her sweet, wet pussy.

Fuck. I felt myself grow even harder, as I remembered how she’d spread her legs wide as I fingered her. She was tight, and if my dick got in there… I couldn’t help but smirk. I couldn’t wait till then. She’d already been wet with just the fingering. I wanted to feel her clench and milk my dick of my cum, to drain my balls dry. I wanted to hear her moan and to watch her close her eyes tight in pleasure. I wanted her to scream my name, only my name. I wanted her to dig her nails in my back, marking me as I would mark her deep inside that broken-in pussy.

“Fuck…yes…” I groaned, tightening my grip on my cock and moving my hand much faster now. “Becca…fuck…yes…”

I pictured me thrusting persistently in and out of her. She was lying on the chair in my tattoo parlor again, but this time, I was completely hovering above her and her legs were wrapped around my waist. Her fingers were right on my ass pulling me closer to her, as if I could go any deeper.

Another beast-like growl escaped as I felt myself about to finish. Thrust harder. Thrust faster. I banged my palm on the glass of the shower as I came, the creamy liquid mixing with the hot, steaming water.

Fuck. It wasn’t going to stop. My cock was still hard and I knew it would stay that way until I had her. After I came, I was supposed to stop fantasizing about an eighteen-year old virgin. I was supposed to stop thinking about wanting to fuck a spoiled, rich princess I could never keep. I was supposed to realize how wrong the situation was. But I couldn’t avoid her. I’d have her. My dick wanted what my dick wanted.

She wants you, too. She told you she wants you to take her virginity. I could have her. She told me so. That was fine and all, but I wanted to keep her. I didn’t want anyone else having her, not even so much as touch her. I wanted her to be all mine…and I was too much of an asshole to let her go. But I would ensure she’d love every inch of my dick as it crammed her full.

* * *

Becca.

Stop second guessing yourself.

After I left the tattoo parlor, I spent the remaining hours shopping. I couldn’t stop thinking about how into it Jake had been, fingering me with expert precision until I came. Then—then!—he’d said he wanted to stretch out my first time. Most guys would have climbed on top and just fucked me in the chair.

God, he looked like I’d hit him with a two-by-four when I told him I was a virgin and I was untouched. It was like I was a unicorn, a rare find. My girlfriends and I had made the pact to lose our virginities because there was a stigma surrounding virgins in college. The movies and the media said enough, but it seemed like Jake preferred the opposite, that I was a virgin.

But if I was going to give it to him, then I needed to blow his socks off. Or at least his load, deep inside me. God, that one orgasm had made me horny. I went shopping for a white sundress and matching sandals. The outfit, with not a single mark or crease, was enough to symbolize purity. And I was that…right? Pure, except for the fingering in the back room of a tattoo parlor. I wanted to be innocent on the outside, to everyone who saw me, but naughty for Jake with my matching hot, red lingerie that only he would see. The set was in lace, and I read somewhere that red was the color to turn men on.

But now, sitting across from Jake, I tried not to frown. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t enjoying the dinner– steak and vegetables. I loved it. He’d gone the extra mile and cooked for me. I was just disappointed since I might have overdone the innocent look. We’d been eating and talking for over an hour, and not once had he mentioned what happened back in the tattoo parlor or even to talk about what I’d come here to do. He hadn’t swiped the plates and cutlery to the floor and made a meal out of me. He’d done nothing but be a gentleman.

“Becca, you alright?”

Shit. I’d been too deep in my own thoughts.

“Hey, sorry…” I responded, moving my eyes away from my plate to meet his azure-colored ones. “I was side-tracked for a moment. This steak is delicious.”

If there was one thing attending high-end events with my father had taught me, it was how to steer and carry conversation. I didn’t want Jake to think I hadn’t been listening to him because the truth was he was all I could think about.

“Good. I can make it again next time, or do you think I should switch it up from time to time?”

My eyes widened.

Did he mean…?

“I’m not taking that sweet cherry and running, doll baby,” he then said, and I instantly felt my pussy squeeze in anticipation. I suddenly remembered what happened just hours ago, the way he fingered me and played with my clit. He hadn’t even eaten me out or had sex with me yet, and he was already able to make me come. I could just imagine and dream about what having sex with him would feel like…for now.

In no time, I wouldn’t just daydream about it, I’d be having sex with him. “I want to have sex with you every time and any time I want.”

With every word he spoke, I was growing hotter and wetter. It was like music to my ears, what he was telling me. I had no plans for the summer. I just wanted to prepare for college and change my father’s mind of forcing me into business. I was ready for a boring summer while some of my batchmates were going on crazy, international trips to mark the end of high school. I was ready to indulge myself with my endless list of tv shows, shopping, and trying to find a guy in this town to have sex with me.

And I was getting much more than I ever expected and wanted.

“What…do you mean?” I said slowly. The look in his eyes told me there was something more to his words.

“Move in with me...for one month.”

I stayed silent, working the logistics in my head. I knew my father had multiple business trips lined up. He’d be out of town or out of the country more days than he’d be home. I could definitely do it – stay with Jake – and for the days my father was home, I could just tell him I was sleeping over at Jane’s or Mary’s or another friend’s place.

So, I nodded my head. He looked shocked I agreed so quickly.

“That means sex any time…whenever I want and wherever.”

My brain told me warning bells were supposed to start going off at this point, but my pussy only squeezed tighter. I was so turned on by his demands and how possessive he looked and spoke. I always thought men in their twenties were out of my league since they were more mature and wouldn’t want anything from a clueless virgin. Looking at Jake now, I was starting to realize how wrong I was. His animal instinct for wanting me all for himself was making me feel better and was pushing my insecurities to the side. Even the way he looked before in his tattoo parlor when I told him no one else had ever touched me…there was a fire in his eyes, as if he wasn’t ever going to let anyone do what he just did and was going to do with me.

“And we’re not going to use condoms. I want my dick to feel your pussy just as my fingers did a while ago. You have to be on birth control.”

My grin grew wider. I’d been on the pill for a couple years to control my periods. I was ready. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Done.”