First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(22)

“Before. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

He bit his lip, and my heart melted. If he asked for my forgiveness right then, I would have given in it. Instead he walked off, to change. I headed in the locker room to collect my things. Summer was over. I had to put this all out of my mind and get on with my life.

I heard the creak of the door swinging and turned. There he was.

We were both barefoot. He towered over me, and he was between me and the door. My stomach fluttered. The look in his eyes was… complex. I stood still, and he moved closer, and closer, taking small steps towards me. HIs hand fell on my shoulder and squeezed, and he pulled the strap of my bathing suit to the side, baring the strip of white where it had formed a tan line over the summer.

I sucked in a sharp breath and looked into his eyes. He hooked his fingers through both straps and yanked me towards him. I fell against his body and his hands surged over my form, pressing and squeezing.

He almost picked me up off the floor, gripping my ass in both hands, turned me around, and spun me into the lockers. He pressed against me, grinding his hardon between my legs. I felt the heat of it against my throbbing pussy as his hands moved up my sides and his tongue pressed into my mouth, sliding hot and wet over my lip.

I just melted. I was his. I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me harder, sliding one hand behind my head to knot his fingers in my hair. His tight hard stomach clenched in involuntary pushes, pressing his erection into me through his shorts.

My hands snaked down his sides and shoved his trunks down. He wasn’t wearing anything under them. I spread my hands wide and cupped his ass, feeling the muscle flex, and a jolt of pure need ran through my body, shooting up from between my legs.

Oh. My. God.

He didn’t stop. His fingers pushed inside my bathing suit and slid over my wet folds and he gasped, and started sucking and nibbling my throat as I undulated against him. I shoved his shorts away and grabbed his cock in my hand, squeezing so hard he jerked away for an instant before thrusting through my grip. He was huge.

He lifted up enough for me to look into his eyes, and scrubbed his other hand over my head, running his fingers through my sweat-sticky hair before kissing me again. I pressed his cock against his belly and ran my hand up and down the underside. He pulled my hand away by the wrist, pressed both hands into the lockers behind me, and humped his cock against my stomach. Feeling the pressure of it against me made me shake with excitement and anticipation.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled into my ear. “I wanted you since the first day when I saw your tight ass while you climbed up that ladder.”

“I want you,” I whimpered, shaking. “Please, this is our last chance.”

He took the straps of my bathing suit and pulled, dragging it down my body. The tight fabric strained over my chest and then slid down as he peeled me. He pressed against me, and the light coating of coarse hair on his chest itched my nipples as he slid the bathing suit and my shorts down and it all landed on the floor with a wet plop and we were both naked as the day we were born.

He tilted my head to the side and kissed my throat, then along my shoulder, and down my arm, lifting it until he took my finger in his mouth and sucked lightly while staring into his eyes. I ran my hand up and down the underside of his cock.

I started to sink down, but he pushed my bare back against the cold, faded blue steel and looked in my eyes.

“I’m going to eat your cunt.”

My legs buckled from the tone of his voice as he pressed his lips to the tender skin between my breasts, matching his downward movement with a tickling brush of his fingers down my ribs that made me giggle. He dipped down and I thought he was going to drop between my legs before he suddenly rose up, took my nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard it pinched and I yelped. Laughing, he pushed me against the wall and held my hips and traced a hot wet line from my belly button down, with his tongue.

“Oh, please, please,” I begged, scrunching my fingers in his hair.

I’d never even imagined something like this. I felt so silly now, so innocent as his lips touched my sex, his tongue just hinting at my folds while his hot breath spread over my wet pussy. I leaned my head against the lockers, closed my eyes, and moaned. My legs shook as his touch grew more intense, hot trails moving over my skin as his tongue teased and moved. He pulled away and kissed my thigh, and I almost screamed at the tease.

I was just opening my mouth to beg when he licked me so hard it hurt, a jolt flowing up from my most sensitive places. His tongue circled my clit, then slid down and pressed at my entrance, then back up again. My legs were shaking already and he started to deeply kiss my pussy, using his lips, his tongue, his breath expertly, wringing pleasure from my already tortured, tight body.