The world tilted and then my back was on the hard floor with Jake’s weight pressed along my body. I didn’t know if I was dizzy from the sudden movement or from the fever burning through me.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait.” His hand slipped under my skirt and with a sharp tug, I felt the gauzy fabric of my panties give.
I moaned. It was so damn sexy.
“Fuck!” He slammed his lips over mine, swallowing the last vibration of my moan. His thighs spread my legs apart and I felt the cool brush of air before two fingers pushed inexorably into my vagina.
I broke away and gasped his name. I was wet, but I hadn’t had sex in years– and it was the one time– and my body was unused to the invasion. My vision hazed. I tried to remember if his hands were as big as they felt right now, but my thoughts slipped away.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me. But you’re too tight. Just relax for me.” There was a pleading note in his voice.
His fingers tunneled deeper and I whimpered. In a slow sawing motion, his fingers worked in and out of me. My hands gripped his shirt, trying to find purchase. I had never felt anything this good. I bit my lip hard as the tips of his finger found a particularly sensitive spot.
Jake’s sharp gaze did not miss my reaction and he did it again. My mouth opened on a breathless cry. It turned into a cry of dismay when he abruptly pulled out. I raised my hips, blindly seeking contact.
“No! Jake! Don’t stop!”
“I need you to come on my cock this first time, baby.” He supported his weight on one arm and leaned down to kiss me passionately. “Are you protected, Cora?”
It took my brain a few extra seconds to process his question. “I’m on the pill.” My gynecologist had prescribed them to me to regulate my period a few years ago.
He looked fiercely satisfied with my answer. “Good, because I don’t want anything between us.”
Concern nagged at me. “Jake…”
His lips dragged over my jaw. “I’m clean baby. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I need to feel you bare.” He breathed the last sentence into my ear and I swore I felt the hot air travel through the middle of my body directly to my damp sex. Suddenly it felt wrong to put a barrier between us.
I whimpered, “Please.”
I heard the clink of his belt and then the rustle of clothes. I wanted to see him, but as soon as a thought formed, it was gone, driven away by the heat of him. The head of his cock grazed the entrance of my body. It felt like velvet and I arched toward it.
Jake groaned and settled more of his lower body weight to still my motions. A few inches pushed inside me and I gasped at the stretching sensation. Granted, I only had one man– boy really– to compare him with, but he felt huge. I raised my head to look, but the material of my skirt was hiding him from my view.
Another inch pushed into me and I dropped my head on the floor with a dull thud. “Jake! It’s too much.”
He stared into my eyes, his face flushed. “No, it’s not. You’re tight, but you can take me. Your body is made to take me. You’re mine. Hold onto me, baby.”
I blindly obeyed, clutching his back. He still had his shirt on, but I could feel the delicious flex of muscles under my palm.
He hiked up my legs until my knees hugged his ribcage. Planking his upper body weight on his forearms, he started moving his hips gently, working his cock into me, reaching deeper with each thrust. One hand reached between us. He circled my swollen clit with his thumb and I moaned hungrily.
All the while he told me how good I felt to him.
How sexy I was.
How hard I made him.
He was raunchy and dirty and his erotic words swept me into a lust-filled fog. All my senses were concentrated on where we were joined. He was relentless until he was hilted deep inside my body, his hard shaft throbbing against my inner walls. His sac tickled the sensitive inner curves of my buttocks.
He felt endless in me. The fullness wasn’t comfortable, but I was so incredibly turned on, I didn’t care.
“Your pussy fits me like a glove, baby. I knew you would blow my mind,” Jake whispered into my ear. He placed both hands on either side of my head. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
True to his word, his hips started a pistoning motion, slow at first, testing my readiness, then increasing in speed and depth as he felt my answering wetness. Even though this was all new to me, my body seemed to know what to do, gyrating in counterpoint to his movements. On every down thrust, he ground against my clit, pulling a small mewl from me. My thighs tightened around him and I wrapped my ankles behind his back. I was still wearing my ballet flats.
The floor was hard and unforgiving, but the discomfort was drowned completely by the tension in my lower body.
Something powerful was building and building. My body felt on the verge of losing all control and it felt terrifying.
Jake must have seen the fear in my eyes because he lowered his head and met my gaze. His green eyes were aglow with arousal and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he crooned against my parted lips, “Let the pleasure take you, baby. Come for me.” He changed the angle of his pelvis slightly and he hit that same spot his fingers found.
“Jake! Oh my God!” My fingers curled into claws and raked down his back. I was sure he would be wearing my nail marks if the barrier of his shirt had not protected his skin. Knowing we were still fully clothed was a powerful aphrodisiac.
He thrust again and again, each time letting the tip of his cock work that magic spot for an extra beat.
I squeezed my eyes shut and I shattered into a million pieces. I screamed his name as my body went into convulsions of pleasure, my inner muscles clenching and releasing on his hard length. I kept chanting, “so good,” as each wave washed over me. Every single cell was bathed in bliss. My hands clasped weakly at his forearms.
“FUCK!” Jake spit out as his hips lost their rhythm.
My eyelids drifted halfway open and I saw Jake throw back his head, his features twisted as if he were in extreme pain. Sweat dotted his forehead. A groan came from deep inside his chest. He thrust hard into me and I felt the spurt of his warm seed coat my walls.
“Mine,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. He burrowed his face into the crook of my neck and bit into the tendon connecting my shoulder.
“Jake!” The pain sharpened my senses and I swore it felt like he had gotten thicker. My sheath involuntarily spasmed and Jake’s teeth let go of my flesh, a look of shock etched on his face. He slammed his hips into me again and again. I didn’t think it was possible to climax again, but I fell over the edge with a surprised cry. My fingers clawed at the floor.
“So goddamn sexy,” he grunted. He pressed deep into me and I felt another gush of warmth fill me. With a muffled oomph, he dropped his weight, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Now that the storm was over, I started to feel all the aches and discomforts I had previously ignored. My ruined panties were still wrapped around one of my legs and his trousers were lowered enough to free his penis, but we were essentially still full clothed. The only place our skin touched was where we were intimately joined. He was still hard and thick and I was starting to feel the first twinges of soreness. My groin was embarrassingly wet and I could feel moisture leaking onto my thighs. The hardwood floor was digging into my shoulder blades and my vertebrae. With Jake’s not inconsiderable weight sandwiching me, it was difficult to breathe.
“Jake,” I whispered and pushed against his shoulders. “You’re too heavy.”
With a loud groan, he raised his head and looked into my face. My cheeks heated and I dropped my eyes, looking everywhere except at him. I didn’t regret having sex with him, but I wasn’t experienced enough to know what to do in the aftermath. The last time this happened, I had run back to my dorm room to hide. Somehow I didn’t think Jake would let me hide from anything.