“Both.”
He smirked. “I’m young and rich.”
“And sexy,” I added.
He smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”
I rolled my eyes. “There’s no way you don’t know that about yourself.”
He laughed. “That’s what I like about you. You say what you’re thinking.”
“Hoity-toity people don’t?”
He shook his head. “No. They like to be coy and in control. It’s fucking exhausting.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. “I want you to tell me everything you’re thinking and feeling.”
“What if you don’t like what you see?”
He stopped. “I already do.” His hands rested on my waist and then slowly slid up. “I want to touch your tits. Can I?”
“You don’t have to do this,” I said, still struggling with the idea that he was that into me.
He laughed. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to tell you.” His hands cupped my face. “Really. We don’t have to do this if you’re too nervous. Or we can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable.”
I looked down. “I just can’t figure out why you’re here with me. I’m not special. I’m not sexy.”
“Oh, but you are, Serena. Whether we do this or not, from now on when I jerk off, I’ll be thinking of you and I know I’ll come so hard.”
His words sent another wave of erotic sensation coursing through my blood.
“At the very least, let me get you off. I can do that without fucking you.”
My pussy was aching for his touch.
“Do you want that? Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Let me make you come.” His lips fused to mine and his hands began to undress me. He broke the kiss and sucked on a bra-covered nipple and that was it for me. All resistance or concern broke, replaced by white-hot need. My hands were like whirling dervishes as they worked to undress him too.
When I was naked, he lay me on the bed, his gaze scraping over my body as he shucked off his pants tossing a condom on the bed. He pushed his boxer briefs down and his dick popped out. It was long and thick, and my pussy convulsed in need.
“Look at my cock, Serena. Don’t think you’re sexy? Think again.” Then he was over me, his hands and lips doing delicious things to my body. I felt like I was in a netherworld of sensation. It felt so good and at the same time frustrating as tension coiled tighter and tighter.
“Can I fuck you?” His voice was hoarse.
“Yes.”
He rolled to his back, grabbing the condom. I looked down at his dick, so long and hard, I wondered how it would ever fit. I reached out to touch it.
He hissed. “Careful, he’s about to blow.” He rolled the condom on and then covered me with his body. “I’m going to try and go slow but I’m so fucking hot right now, I’m afraid I might lose it.”
I nodded, feeling more needy than nervous. “I’m hot too, Devin. I need to come.”
“Let me take care of you, baby.”
A different sensation washed through me at his use of “baby,” but I tried to stop it. This was just a hook-up, I reminded myself. He didn’t care for me. I wasn’t his baby.
“Open up for me,” he said, settling between my thighs. “Bend your knees.”
I did as he said, feeling a little vulnerable at being so exposed. But then he ran his finger through my pussy lips and all thought left. I gasped and arched to his touch.
“So wet. So responsive,” he said. He gripped his dick and rubbed the tip over my clit and through my folds. “Tell me you want this.”
I appreciated that he was concerned about me, but at the same time, I was frustrated because he was delaying.
“Fuck me.”
He groaned, and then pushed his tip inside me. It was soft and hot, and unfulfilling. I needed more. So much more.
I gripped his ass, pulling him. “More.”
He levered up on his hands, shifted his hips and pushed in deeper. “You’re so tight. Jesus…fuck…so good.”
At least he was enjoying it. I was still annoyingly frustrated. “Devin…please…I need…”
He withdrew and I was about to protest when he thrust hard, and his cock plunged inside my body, filling me.
I cried out, but I didn’t feel pain as much as I felt shock and then fullness.
“Are you okay?” His breath was coming in gasps.
I inhaled a breath when I realized I’d been holding it. “Yes.” I rocked my hips, trying to fulfill the ache inside me.
“Ah fuck,” he said at my movement. He withdrew and slid in again. He did it slow and gentle the first few times. My body seemed to know what to do as it rocked in time with him. Soon we were moving faster. The graceful rhythm of before was replaced by a frenetic pounding of our bodies.
“Do you need to come?” he ground out.
I gripped the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. “Yes.”
He dipped his head, sucking my nipple hard and deep into his mouth, and I felt that pull right to my pussy. He plunged in and pleasure burst like a nova, shooting out to every nerve ending. I cried out as my body went taut.
“Fuck, I’m coming…” He drove in again and again, and his movements seemed to hold me in suspended pleasure. It was even better than I could have imagined.
Finally, he stopped and collapsed on me, his breath harsh in my ear. It was several minutes later when he asked, “Are you okay? Was it okay for you?”
“Yes.”
He lifted his head and stared down on me with concern in his eyes. “Are you sure? What are you thinking?”
I felt like I was in blissful heaven. “I’m wondering how long before we can do that again.”
His smile was wicked. “I’m young and virile. Give me a few minutes.”
I started to leave later that night but he convinced me to stay until morning. That night turned into two and two turned into three. We spent our days hanging out in New
