Zeke’s nose nuzzles the curve of my neck, running the length of skin just under my ear. I can hear him breathing in the smell of my hair, my perfume, my collarbone, groaning like he’s losing his mind.
I raise my arms so they’re above my head, watching when his flat tongue glides up the underside of my bicep, back down again, palms pushing down the black sheets I’ve drawn up for modesty.
Drags the sheet down my thighs.
Digs his hands under my ass and lifts my hips, dragging me toward him so I’m lying horizontally on the bed. Inches over me, rising to his knees. One leg braced on either side of me, the massive, broody boy looks down at me.
I can’t imagine what he sees, watching me with those insightful eyes. Long pale hair spread out on his black pillow. My slender, willowy figure lain out beneath him. My small, sun-deprived breasts.
“You should see yourself, Vi. Fucking hot.”
He leans down for an open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and teeth. It’s sloppy and delicious, and his lips begin a slow trail over my bare flesh, across my shoulders, over the curve of my breasts. His tongue doesn’t stop until it reaches my nipples. He sucks gently, his palm drifting up my torso to cup the other breast.
His boxer brief-covered erection rubs my crotch and I lift my hips toward it, the throbbing between my legs getting more unbearable by the second. He’s taking his time, planting indulgent kisses on my body—all over my body—the scruff of his five o’clock shadow leaving tiny beard rash as a delicious parting gift.
“I want to go down on you, Pixie. I’ve never seen a girl with hair on her pussy and it’s driving me insane—will you let me?”
I just barely manage a nod, biting down on my bottom lip when he drags his hard length along my thigh, kisses creeping lower and lower.
Belly button. Abs.
Zeke’s palms spread my legs farther apart. Head lowers between my open thighs, tongue licking my bikini line. His thumbs track together up the center of my slit, spreading me apart. Tongue flicks my—“Oh shit!” I gasp, breathless. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
He raises his head. “Not even close, baby.”
There is no headboard to grab on to. No bedposts. No pillow or sheet to bite down on. “Oh god Zeke…oh god that feels so gooood…”
“What is this smell?”
“I-I…”
“Do you put perfume on this shit? It’s like pussy crack.”
Oh god, that horrible word is turning me on.
“It…it’s b-baby pow…derrrr,” I moan. My neck thrashes on the mattress, head thrown back, lips hissing when he finally stops licking long enough to suck my clit. “Baby powder.”
“This baby powder-covered sweet spot is fucking amazing,” he says, burying his face and sucking hard. “Mmm…”
His hand drifts, sinking into my pelvis, applying pressure.
My toes curl.
My spine tingles.
“Yes…yes…right there, oh yes…” I’m loud and I don’t care.
Zeke hums into me as my legs instinctively spread farther apart.
The orgasm builds, starting in my…e-e-everywhere…
The orgasm is everywhere, every cell inside me shot up with sparks. My nerves buzz. Quiver. Ache.
Vibrate.
I moan and moan and moan until I’m finally, “C-Coming, oh god, I’m coming…”
Zeke
Violet comes in my mouth—hard—swollen clit throbbing against my tongue as I suck it to a climax. She smells so good. So fucking good I could eat her out all night, over and over again, the amount of intensity I’m feeling indescribable. Surreal.
Having her in my bed, under me.
The taste of her cum, fresh on my mouth? Delicious.
Blonde hair spread across my pillows, she’s pale on every part of her body, excluding the spots where she’s blushing—those are rosy, pink, and ten different shades of peach.
The contrast of her porcelain flesh against my black bed sheets is stark; she looks like an angel lying here.
A pretty angel I want to stick my dick in and fuck.
I rise to my knees. Bend my head to suck on one of her tits, earning me a moan so throaty it gives me pause. Lips puffy from my mouth, eyes glazed over from her orgasm, I flick her nipple with my tongue and blow, the cool air making it pucker, stiff as my swollen cock.
She watches me stroke it, the widest eyes I’ve ever seen. I move to retrieve a condom from the bedside table.
I fucking hate these things.
Nonetheless, I tear it open, toss the wrapper over my shoulder, and slide that motherfucker on, teeth dragging across my bottom lip.
Her hazel eyes are glassed over and she nods, arching her back and rubbing her small breasts against my chest.
“Once we do this, you can’t go back.” This is me you’re about to sleep with, I want to add. Not some sensitive dude who’s going to lavish affection on you afterward. I sure as shit am not a cuddler.
“Stop talking,” she demands. “Stop talking and screw me already.”
Whoa. Holy shit.
“Do you like dirty talk, Violet?”
“I don’t know,” she blushes. “Say something dirty.”
I hesitate and look down at her. Her giant hazel eyes regard me, so soft and pretty as my dick rubs against her slit, that halo of wholesomeness surrounding her head giving me pause.
Words lodge in my throat that won’t come out.
Say something dirty, say something dirty, say something dirty…
Shit, what the hell is wrong with me? Why aren’t my lips moving?
“Zeke?”
Her hips wiggle beneath me, causing friction against my straining cock.
I’ll give it to her dirty, all right, just not…
Yet.
Not yet.
This is the first girl I’ve felt anything for, if you don’t include the anger I feel toward my mother, and I don’t want to ruin it by spewing any nasty shit.
What we’re about to do feels so right and wrong at the same damn time, and yet here we are, about to cross this finish line. One I swore I would never cross, lest someone expect things I don’t know how to give.
Violet stares up at me now, trusting. Aroused. Sated.
Sexy.
Ready.
I hover above her, bracing my forearms on the pillows. Slide forward. I’m going to push my dick forward and fuck her like the NCAA champion I am.
Skin against skin. Cock against clit.
I reach down and give it a few short strokes, run my hand down her hip. Between her legs.
She’s wet, the soft curls between her legs making me harder than I was before. Jesus, the fucking curls—I haven’t fucked anyone with hair on their pussy in years. It’s a harsh reminder of how inexperienced she is.
I spread her with my thumb, rubbing my latex-covered cock up and down the slit in her pussy, pressing forward tentatively. I slide in a fraction at a time, a slow building moan rising inside my chest.
A test in self-control.
This slow burn is killing me; I want to plow into her so damn bad, it’s physically painful.
She’s so tight.
“You’re not going to break me, Zeke. J-Just do it already.”
I shake my head, sweat beading on my brow.
No.
No, I’m not just going to do it already.
Determined to take my time, I inhale a breath, counting like we do in wrestling. Counting like I do when I’m lifting. Counting like I do when—
“Don’t move, please,” I demand into her pouty pink mouth. “Please. Jesus, baby, don’t move.”
If she moves, I swear to God I will lose my shit and blow my load before I’m even all the way inside.
My lean hips push forward, instinctively wanting to thrust. And thrust, and thrust the shit out of her. I want to bang her into the headboard and god this is torture.
“Uhhh,” Violet purrs, oblivious to my inner dialogue.
“You’re only enjoying this because I haven’t plowed you yet,” I pant.
“Say that again,” she moans.
“You want me to plow you, baby?”
“Oh you feel so good…” Christ, she’s moaning so loud and it’s just the tip.
Her hands wander over my back, skimming and drifting over my taut muscles. Over my deltoids and down my spine toward my ass.
She needs to stop.
“You are going to come so hard when I’m inside you, I promise.” I breathe into her ear. “But slow down Violet.”
I’m so fucking afraid to hurt her.
“I can’t! It feels…”
“I know, I know,” I chant into her hair, her gorgeous snowy hair.
My arms shake from their balancing act on either side of her head; not wanting to crush her under my weight, my dick presses into her slick heat. One inch. Then another, grinding my pelvis into hers. Not pushing, not thrusting—just grinding. The friction? Fucking combustible.
Violet gasps so loud I feel it in my cock and down to my toes.
Groaning, I slide my hand down her hip and under her ass. Spread flat, my palm slips under her butt cheeks, fingers finding their way to her crack, pulling me deeper inside her.
“Oh fuck,” I blurt out because it feels so good my eyes roll back into my head.
My nostrils flare, and I inhale. Exhale.
“I-It’s… That…” Violet breathes heavily, groaning. “That feels so…”
“Say it feels good,” I beg, needing to thrust. Pump into her. Something. Anything. “Please, baby, say it.”
Her head tips back and I lick her throat. Suck and fuck. Bite on her earlobe.