Double Dare(204)

And whaddya know, she wasn’t back yet so I cleaned up a little, putting a couple dishes away, making my bed, picking up dirty laundry on the ground in my room. I’m not a slob but I’m not neat either and I wanted my first time with my best girl to be special, even if it was nothing more than having a tidy place to relax, to feel comfortable. And when the front door opened, my beautiful brunette stepping inside, things were ready.

“Hi,” Katy said breathlessly, turning to look at me with a smile, her pink lips so tantalizing, so gorgeous.

My dick turned to iron. How the fuck did this happen? The girl hadn’t said anything more than “hi,” yet I was on my knees already, ready to do her bidding, give her the moon, jump as high as she wanted. Struggling to stay in control, I shot her a deceptively easy smile.

“Hey yourself,” I rumbled, leaning a hip against the kitchenette, crossing my arms over my chest. The movement made my t-shirt pull across my broad chest, muscled arms bulging as they folded, strong, assertive, and masculine. And Katy’s indrawn breath, the way her breasts rose, pupils dilating told me everything I needed to know. The brunette wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and more than that, she was already hot, mere seconds into seeing me, her body preparing itself to harbor a man, taste a man’s dick, nestle him deep in her folds.

There was no point in beating around the bush.

“Good to go, baby girl?” I rumbled, arching an eyebrow at her.

She flushed because there was no mistaking what I was asking. I wasn’t getting ready to eat a snack or talk about our days, I was inviting her to get naked and explore each other’s bodies. I half-expected her to dawdle, to make some excuse, but instead the brunette took a deep breath, those huge tits lifting, and looked me straight in the eye.

“Your room or mine?” she asked, her tone direct even though her body was soft, wobbly, inviting.

And I chuckled deep in my chest.

“Mine, baby girl,” I rumbled. “Let’s do it in mine because I have a reinforced bed frame … which is perfect for what I want to do to you.”

She gasped immediately, cheeks growing even more heated, the flush spreading down to her chest, nips poking at me like rocks through her t-shirt. Oh god, what was it with girls’ t-shirts? Men’s t-shirts are often loose and have an actual “T” shape but the women’s cut she wore hugged every curve, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, nipples jutting out proudly, emphasizing that tiny waist. Fuck, even the sight of my girl in a t-shirt was enough to blow the top of my head off, make me salivate and thrum like a sports car ready to race.

So she followed me into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before sauntering to the wooden headboard. Oh yeah, I’d made this bed in woodshop with my bare hands, carefully hewing the logs, sanding them down, connecting them with special joists, unique hinges that could handle my massive weight, handle both of us if we went at it hard, bouncing up and down. And reading my mind, she shot me a coy smile.

“Did you have us in mind when you made this bed?” she breathed sweetly, flirtatiously, those brown eyes warm, pools of chocolate I could melt into. “Did you think of me?”

My dick popped out full force then, painful against the tight denim.

“Fuck yes,” I ground out hoarsely. “I’ve dreamed of this day baby girl, and I can’t believe it’s finally here.”

Katy’s eyes flashed then, filled with emotion, with longing, with need.

“I know, Jason, I know,” she murmured, coming to stand in front of me, one small hand trailing down my chest before draping softly around my neck. Oh god, it felt so good to be this close to her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever invaded her personal space before, and the heat rolled off that curvy form in waves, making my big body hum in her presence, harden and stiffen with need, my dick brushing against her soft tummy. But before we began, I put both hands on her shoulders, heavy, commanding, and rumbled deep in my chest.

“Baby, I’m dying for you but I have to know,” I started. “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”

Katy gasped immediately, stepping back, eyes wide and shocked.

“Wh-why?” she stammered. “Why do you have to know? It’s private, it’s between me and him. Besides, what good is it going to do?”

I shook my head miserably, body aching but mind whirling.

“Honey, I heard you in the shower yesterday and it was clear you were having a good time. I have to know,” I rasped again. “Because I want to be even better.”

She shook her head vehemently again, boobs bobbling.

“No Jason,” she said, placing her small hand on my chest again. Oh god, it was so tiny and white, and that one touch made my body sizzle, turned me into a caveman. But she continued, undeterred. “You don’t have to be better Jason, there’s no better, there’s only different. You’re two different people, I would never compare you and Brent.”