Chapter Eight
Scarlett
I woke up the next morning in my own bed, and I wondered how I got there. Dan must have carried me, but how had he known my room, anyway? I didn’t really remember him waking me up long enough to get me to tell him, but it could have happened.
I couldn’t help my face flushing red, with embarrassment and pleasure as I thought about yesterday. I couldn’t help thinking what would have happened if we had gotten caught. But, it had felt too good for me to really regret it.
Just somewhere more private next time. There was no need to tempt fate.
I felt it was a pretty good morning, and my spirits were up. I took a quick shower and changed my clothes, then went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of us. Neither of us had talked about what was going on between us, or when Dan would be leaving, but I couldn’t afford to think of it myself.
The past couple days had been the most excitement I’d had in a while, and I was nowhere near ready to see it end.
“Anybody in here?” Dan called not long after from the kitchen doorway.
I shot a look at him over my shoulder. “Just in time for breakfast. Come in, we can just eat in here.”
I’d prepared a full breakfast; coffee with pancakes, eggs and bacon. Dan tucked into the food, seeming to enjoy it a lot, and I could feel a warmth in my chest, seeing him enjoy it so much. Afterwards, I cleaned up the dishes. He insisted on helping, I tried to stop him, but in the end he did what he wanted. The dishes were done faster, and I actually had fun, just by being next to him.
“So, hey,” he started after we were finished. “I was thinking we could go out for a hike this time?”
I chewed on my lip as I considered. We probably wouldn’t be getting any guests today, either…so I agreed to the suggestion easily.
“I need to go change, though. I’m not dressed for a hike.”
Dan just shrugged, grinning. “I’ll meet you outside.”
He placed a small peck on my cheek, then left the kitchen.
Feeling giddy, I went back to my room. I pulled on a thicker dress, one that fell down to my knees, and pulled on knee high boots. I added a jacket over the dress. It was late enough in the morning that it wouldn’t be too cold, so I should be fine, unless the weather took an unexpected bad turn. I packed a bag with a blanket, some snacks, and some tissues. I was hoping we would be doing a little more than hiking.
I met Dan out front. He hadn't changed, but he didn’t need to. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, and he had a jacket and boots on.
“Let’s go!” he called out to me in excitement as I stepped out of the hotel.
I hesitated, before locking up, and we left. I was in the lead, because I knew the area better than Dan did. When we got to an area with plenty of trees that looked a little less rocky and more flat than most of the area, he stopped me. I was ready for it when he kissed me, falling into him easily as my arms wrapped tight around his neck.
“I have a blanket,” I breathed out when he cut off the kiss so we could both breathe. When he arched his eyebrows at me, I smiled. “You could say I hoped you’d try something.”
He chuckled. “Well. You expecting it kinda ruins the fun.”
“Really?” I leaned in to nip at his neck.
Dan sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, no. Get the blanket out.”
His words were a clear command, even though his arms were a bit reluctant as he pulled away from me. I put the bag down and pulled the blanket out. It was thick, and as I spread it out on the ground, I could feel my heart start to thump harder in my chest.
We’d kissed the first day, yesterday he got me off. I hadn't thought much about reciprocation, but I hoped we’d take it a little further today. While I didn’t consider myself a virgin because I’d actually done stuff with guys before…. It had never gotten as far as I was hoping we would get today. Yeah, I was being liberal with my interpretation of virginity, but I wanted to make myself feel a little better for being the only one in my group of friends that hadn't had full sex with a guy.
I knelt on the blanket as I spread it out. Once I had it to my satisfaction, I went to rise, only to pause and gasp when there were suddenly hands on my waist, keeping me in position.
“You look so fucking hot like that, Scarlett,” Dan growled behind me, making my body shiver and grow hot. “Do you think you can stay like this?”
The question was serious. I could tell my face was blazing again, but I didn’t care. There was even less chance of us being found out here. It wasn’t really the season for hiking, so we were alone. Dan had barely done anything to me, but I was already panting for breath.
“I don’t think I can,” I admitted after a moment. “The area isn’t too soft, my knees won’t be able to take it.”
Even without foreplay, I wanted him so badly. In a way, I could consider the past few days a kind of foreplay. I didn’t know if Dan had done it deliberately to tease me, but he’d left me wanting more every time.
“Turn around,” Dan commanded, pulling his hands off me.
I did as he asked, slowly, moving so I was sitting down facing him. His eyes were dark and intent on mine, and he was in the same state I was in, high color in his cheeks, lips parted as he took in heavy breaths.
Dan slanted his lips over mine, cupping my face between his hands and tilting my head so he could kiss me properly. My mouth parted readily at the feel of his tongue, and I groaned, leaning back into him. One of his hands dropped from my face, and I gasped when I felt it cup around my breast.
“We’re really doing this,” I whispered, with just a touch of awe in my voice.
Dan chuckled, but it sounded strained. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you since you made me dessert,” he admitted. “But I didn’t want to push you too far too fast.” He paused and gave another chuckle. “Not that I was all that patient, really.”
Before I could make any comment, he’d grabbed me, and shifted us both so I was lying on my back and he was kneeling between my legs.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much patience today, either,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my throat. “I feel like I need to be in you soon or I’m going to go insane.”
His gravelly voice at my ear, and one of his hands cupping me between my thighs, massaging gently, had me whimpering and clutching onto him.
“Please,” I pled, gasping for breath as his fingers toyed with my clit through my panties. “I want this, too.”
His chest rumbled with satisfaction. “That’s what I like to hear, Scarlett,” he growled.
He pulled away so he could look at me. Again, he had my dress hiked up to my hips. I struggled out of the jacket to lay it down beneath me, because I didn’t think the blanket would be thick enough for this. I watched in anticipation as Dan slid his hands up my legs, all the way to my hips, where he caught my panties and pulled them off. Then he was spreading my legs with his hands on the insides of my thighs.
“Dan,” I whimpered, fighting with myself not to close my legs, because he was just staring.
He shot me a grin, his own hands moving to the waistband of his pants to undo the belt and fly. I watched, holding my breath, as he pulled his hard cock out of his briefs, stroking himself a couple times. Then his hands were on my hips, arching my body slightly as he lined up with my entrance, and pushed.
There was pressure, and I winced, but it was quickly washed away under pleasure. He pushed in to the hilt, sighing out a breath even as his body tensed up. Then he was leaning over me and kissing my lips, sliding down to kiss along my throat.
His hands cupped around my breasts again, and I gasped at the touch, even through my clothes. But then he was reaching around to my back, and I felt him catch the zipper of my dress and pull it down. He didn’t pull it far, just enough to have the dress loose. He pulled the arms down, then tugged down the cups of my bra so they pushed my breasts up and out. Dan didn’t waste time, playing with my nipples with his hands, his lips, tongue and teeth. He hadn't even moved in me, and I was already writhing on his cock.
“Dan!” I cried out, my fingers digging into his back, my knees hugging his sides. “Please, would you just fucking move,” I practically sobbed.
Dan groaned, but he moved. At first, it was just a short snap of his hips, he pulled back barely an inch before sliding back in me, and it had me writhing and gasping some more. He paced his thrusts, going slow at first, pulling out further and further with each thrust, until he was fucking me hard and deep. His lips and teeth tugged on one nipple, his fingers the other at the same time. Suddenly, I realized just how much I’d been missing out.
Back in high school, a guy had fingered me once. After high school, I’d gone to a bar, drinking with my friends, and found a guy that got on his knees and buried his face between my thighs, getting me off with his mouth. I’d given him a blow job. And I’d gotten myself off plenty of times. None of that had ever felt quite this good.
I loved all of it. Being so full, and knowing it was a part of Dan, something alive that throbbed inside of me. As he thrust in and out of me, the drag against my soft inner walls sent sparks of pleasure through my body. He circled his hips, grinding against me, and I yelped when I felt some stimulation on my clit. His arms were under me, holding my body to his as he fucked me so my back wouldn’t drag against the ground, and I was so grateful, because Dan wasn’t being gentle at all.
Before I was ready for it, my body tightened, then burst out in orgasm. I convulsed hard around his cock, tossing my head back and crying out as my body shuddered through climax. Dan groaned, then his body was trembling around mine, and I could feel something warm inside of me as he came. I groaned, clutching onto him until I was spent.
We slumped against the ground, Dan’s weight heavy on top of me, but I hardly cared. Once I caught my breath, I even laughed a little.
“What?” Dan asked, curious.
“This was my first time,” I admitted. “I didn’t think it would feel that good.”
Dan hummed. In the next moment, his body had gone still above me. He pulled away, frowning at me, before looking down to where we were still joined. He moved so his cock slipped out of me, and I gasped at the sudden feeling of being empty. His expression was strange, but he was turning away before I could try to read it.
I glanced between my legs, and grimaced. I’d expected it, but it was still strange to see.
“I have some tissues,” I offered.
I took them from out of the bag and offered some to him. Dan didn’t say anything as we cleaned up packed up, and headed back for the hotel.
Chapter Nine
Scarlett
I hadn't put up a resistance when he held his hand out for it. By the time we made it back, I was grateful for it, actually, because I was starting to feel sore, and that part was not fun. Also, I’d put my panties back on, and they were wet from the stuff dripping out of me. I wanted to get to a bathroom and have a very thorough shower.
Sex was, apparently, as amazing as it was messy.
Dan noticed when I limped up the steps to unlock the hotel door, and he caught me by the arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me with brow furrowed in concern. “Do you hurt anywhere?”
I shook my head, giving him an uncomfortable smile. “No. I think I just need to sit down a bit.”
It would have been simpler if we’d just used a bed, or heck, the couch in the lobby, as awkward as that would have been for me. I thought that, but I didn’t say it.
His expression turned apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “If I’d known it was your first time, I would have been more careful.”
He was frowning and it wasn’t too hard to guess he was thinking of useless things. I hid a wince as I turned to him, smiling instead.
“It’s fine. It’s not like you knew, I didn’t tell you.”
“But I just assumed…” His voice trailed off, but I didn’t need him to say it out loud to know.
For some reason, in the times we lived in, it was strange to be in your twenties and still be a virgin. Now, I called bullshit, but it was a stupid stereotype that all of my friends fit pretty well into. I was just the odd one out. Dan hadn't thought to ask, and I hadn't thought it was something important to say. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, so it was irrelevant, anyway.
“Give me the keys,” he said, holding out his hands.
I was startled by his sudden seriousness, but I did as he wanted, giving him the keys. I watched as he unlocked the hotel, then opened the door wide. He turned to me, and I yelped when he picked me up in his arms, princess style, and carried me inside.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I gasped, partly embarrassed, though mostly just shocked. I’d never had someone carry me like that before that wasn’t family, and then while I was still a kid.
“I want to,” he said, voice determined. “I’m going to take you to your room. You’ll probably want a shower. I’ll get cleaned up myself and come up and make you something to eat, okay?”
I opened my mouth to remind him of the snacks I’d packed for us that were still in the bag, but he threw me a look that brooked no argument, and my mouth snapped shut. He took me to my room and set me down, dropping the bag.
“Get washed up and get dressed. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. You can make food in your room, right?”
I shrugged. “I only have the small kitchenette merged with my tiny living room, though,” I said, waving my hands as if to show it off.
“It’ll be enough,” he declared, clamping his hands on my shoulders and planting a hard kiss on my lips. Then he turned and left the room.
I blinked at his back, then he was gone. I wasn’t sure why he was suddenly acting so strangely, but I didn’t care as long as he really did come back. I wanted a shower, so I headed for my bathroom. I set the shower to warm water, and it seemed to help a little as I washed off the mess all over me. The ache in my lower back, and between my thighs, even lessened, just a little. I stepped out and pulled on another dress, then sat back on the bed, thinking about how many outfits I’d already gone through for the day.
My room was separated between the bedroom and living room by a patch of wall. On the other side of that wall was the kitchenette, so when I heard sounds, I immediately knew Dan was back.
“Are you really making something?” I called out after a few minutes.
All I could hear was some suspicious sounds, none of which could possibly be cooking, because I didn’t hear any pots and pans.
“Sort of,” Dan called back.
I didn’t know what that mean, but I didn’t get out of bed to go find out. Five minutes later, I realized, anyway. Dan walked in, looking proud of himself as he held up a plate on three fingers like he was a waiter from some fancy restaurant.
“Bon appetite,” he said with what I thought was perfectly pronounced French, offering me the plate with a flourish.
It was a sandwich. Slices of rye bread with lettuce leaves, some tomatoes and pickles and a few layers of meat, just from what I could see. I slapped a hand over my face and giggled.
“You can't call this cooking,” I complained. “It’s just putting things together.”
He put on an offended air. “I’ll have you know, I spent time on this, and I got it right on my first try.”
I winced. “Please tell me you didn’t waste any food, Dan.”
He looked sheepish. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat my own disasters.” Then his expression turned serious, and he let the sandwich down on the nightstand. He kneeled on the edge of my bed. “Actually, I kinda wanted to apologize for earlier.”
I winced. “Dan, that really is not the thing I want you to say to me.”
“I don’t regret what happened between us. I do, however, regret how I went about it. I really should have been more careful with you. I mean, you got fucked on the ground for your first time, and just…”
He was frowning and probably blaming himself again. I chewed on my lip, reaching out for his hand. I tugged on it, and he looked up.
“You can make it up to me,” I whispered.
His eyebrows shot up, but he looked interested. “And how would you like me to do that?”
“Try again?” I suggested.
He blinked at me, then frowned. “Really, Scarlett? It’s not great the first time, so the second time has to be magic?”
I snorted. “No one said anything about magic, Dan,” I said humorously. Then, I sighed and gave him a genuine smile. “And, while there was a bit of an ache, I don’t remember actually saying it was terrible.”
“Mediocre, maybe?” he joked.
“Way better than mediocre,” I retorted. I bit my lip and tried to give him a sultry look. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I probably looked ridiculous, but Dan wasn’t laughing at me. “I’d really like it if you did it again,” I admitted. “I feel better after the shower and sitting down.”
I was anxious he would say no to me. His expression looked pensive, though, and after a moment of thought, he seemed to make up his mind. I braced myself for him leaning away from me. Instead, he ducked down and kissed me. I made a sound of surprise, before I was wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging onto him.
He pulled back with a last peck to my lips. “If we’re doing this again, I’m taking it slow this time.”
I offered up no objections. He tugged me lower in the bed so I was laying on my back. Slowly, he undressed me, dropping my clothes off the side of the bed. Then he stood up and got undressed himself. He crawled onto the bed and toward me, naked and half hard. I parted my knees readily for him, and when he fit his hips between my thighs, I reached between us to wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him.
“I’m going to need you to stay still,” Dan grumbled, tugging my hand off him. “I need to have some level of control here, Scarlett.”
I pouted, but I laid my hands on the bed and looked up at him.
He started from my lips, kissing me softly, slowly. Then he moved to my neck, and lower to my chest. He paused a bit in his descent to give lavish attention to both of my breasts. Then, he continued to make his way down my stomach.
I was doing my best to keep still and not react, but it was hard. I couldn’t stay still, but I did my best. When I felt him blow warm air over my pubes, my back arched as I gasped, my hips swiveling, because I wanted his attention just a little lower.
Dan was being a fucking tease, though, because his mouth moved to my right hip, scraping the skin with his teeth, then sucking hard.
“Please, Dan,” I whispered, reaching my hands to clench in his hair. I tugged a little, just enough to encourage, and he looked up to meet my eyes. I just bit my lip and squirmed.
Then I felt his mouth press against my sex, and I arched into the touch, letting out a low moan.
“Yes, just like that,” I sighed.
He licked a broad swipe over my sex, ending with the tip of his tongue pressed against my clit. He repeated the motion again and again, leaving me squirming and crying out. Then he was pressing his tongue inside, and I squeezed my thighs around his shoulders. After a few thrusts that left me wanting, he pulled away, my hands sliding out of his hair as he did.
“We’re trying this again,” he said, voice hoarse. “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop.”
I just bit my lip, looking down between our bodies. I could have told him there was no way I would tell him to stop, but I didn’t bother. His hands held the backs of my thighs, holding my legs up and out. The head of his cock rubbed against my clit, then lowered to tease at my entrance.
I wanted to squirm, but Dan held me in place as he slowly pushed inside me. I watched his cock disappear into me, gasping and wondering why I found it so hot. I could feel his cock filling me, and my hands clenched the bed sheets, because Dan was a little far away.
He watched my face the entire time, and I only realized after he’d bottomed out and I looked up. He kept his eyes on my face as he pulled his hips back, then thrust into me, going slow. He picked up a rhythm. It was slow, but it had me breathing hard and squirming with every thrust, as much as he would allow me to do.
“Dammit, Scarlett,” he growled, his hands tightening around the back of my thighs. “You’re so fucking hot. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold back like this?”
I moaned. “Then don’t,” I panted. “Please, Dan.”
Dan let out a groan as his hands released my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He lowered his body on top of mine, one of his arms wrapping around my waist and arching my back slightly, his other hand clenching in my hair and keeping my head in place. He kissed me as he rolled his hips against mine. The position wasn’t unlike the one he’d had me in before, but it was different. He fucked me in slow, deep thrusts. I came before I was ready for it, no less intense than before, but it definitely lasted longer as he kept his rolling thrusts, hitting his own climax not long after I did.
Dan rolled off me, wrapping me in his arms and keeping me close as I slumped against his chest. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.