Their First Time by Lena Lucas

 

 

 

1

Landon

Iwas sick... sick for McKenzie in the worst kind of way. The way that made a person ache, made their body feel numb then light up like they burned alive.

This was how I felt the moment I saw her nearly a year ago, as I’d watched her climb out of the back of her parents’ SUV, as she stared at the moving van and the workers unloading the boxes that held their shit.

She had a brother, a guy I befriended with the intent to get closer to her. A fucked-up thing to do, I admit, but I’d been desperate for her.

Then Jackson and I had actually become friends, and things had gone seamless. We hung out, had dinner together. We’d gone to the lake to swim. We partied together, got drunk together. And the whole time, I watched her, kept her close, made sure she stayed untouched, because she was mine.

She didn’t know that, but she would. She’d come to understand I hadn’t known I’d been waiting for her until she moved in next door. McKenzie would realize she was meant to be mine the moment she was born. The same way I was meant to be hers.

Was I jealous if she even spoke to anyone else? Yeah. Did I fucking care that little fact made me seem insane? Fuck no.

Did I purposefully glare at other guys who even looked in her direction? I did without any apology.

I had no idea if she was even aware I did any of this, that I acted so fucking proprietary toward her. But I was done thinking I could get a handle on my feelings, like I had any semblance of control where she was concerned. I didn’t. I never would.

She drove me mad in the best kind of way, in the way that made me crazed and possessive, so obsessed she was all I thought about.

It really was a sickness.

The best fucking kind.

I needed to—at the very least—jerk off to ease this incessant pressure in my balls.

I was such a fucking sick pervert for McKenzie, but I didn’t care. I tossed my backpack on the floor by my bedroom door, shut myself in, and was thankful as fuck I was alone. My parents wouldn’t be home until tonight, so I felt no guilt in what I was going to do.

You fucking liar. You’d feel no guilt even if they were home. When it concerns McKenzie, you give no fucks.

My cock throbbed, and I gritted my teeth.

I’d been thinking about her nonstop. I’d been worried about, once we graduated, what her plans were. Because her plans shaped mine. Where she went, I went. That was the hard fucking truth.

I reached down and palmed himself, closing my eyes and groaning at the feel. What the fuck was wrong with me, touching myself constantly as I thought of sweet, pure McKenzie?

And she as pure, pure as the fresh fucking snow. I knew it, felt it. I smelled her innocence like I was some kind of feral animal scenting my prey. God, I wanted her.

I made no apologies as I pulled the zipper down on my jeans and pulled my thick cock out. The fucker was massive, pulsing in my hand, pre-cum already lining the tip. That’s how worked up I was for her.

Always.

But I couldn’t help it. I needed to release this pressure in me, and I knew if I didn’t, the tension in my whole body would be too much.

With my dick in hand, I pushed away from the door and went into the bathroom. Thank fuck it was attached to my room, small and confined, but I only needed the shower, sink, or hell, the toilet would do for my purposes right now.

I closed my eyes and thought about McKenzie, pictured her in nothing but a pair of white panties, maybe even a matching bra. She’d look so damn innocent in them, virginal… mine.

I groaned as I imagined what her pussy would look like, visible through the transparent material, her underwear already saturated because she’d be so ready for me, so fucking soaked.

Her nipples would be hard, poking through the cotton, begging for my mouth. And the way she’d look at me with those big blue eyes would be my undoing.

I didn’t bother holding in my groan at the visual I created.

I really started stroking myself, my eyes sliding shut as all things McKenzie filled my head, as I pictured what I’d do to her, what I’d do with her. How far would she let me go? I groaned again at that prospect.

God, I was a filthy asshole for imagining her on my bed completely naked, her legs spread, my hands moving down her inner thighs, inching closer to that sweet spot my cock jerked to feel. And then I’d touch her pussy, stroke her clit, and make her come for me, all the while watching her face, seeing the pleasure streak across her expression.

Maybe I’d make her keep her eyes open so she could stare at me while I did these things to her, so she knew who was giving her the pleasure.

I grunted as an especially painful, or maybe pleasure-filled, tightening started in my balls.

McKenzie would be begging for more by the time she got off, and I’d give it all to her. I’d give her so much she would be able to think let alone walk straight.

A tingling started at the base of my spine. I was going to get off well before I was ready to. I wanted to keep thinking about her, picturing the obscene things I’d do to her. But I needed to get off so fucking badly.

I stroked my cock faster, applying more pressure, running my palm up and down the length in almost frantic pulls.

Fuck, I want her.

Chest rising and falling hard, breath coming in short bursts, and the pleasure coming on stronger, I knew I couldn’t hold off from letting go. She did this to me, made me a fiend, this maniac who found himself jerking off multiple times a day at the very thought of her.

My abdomen clenched, my muscles tensing even more, my bicep bulging as I moved my palm faster, harder over my shaft. And when my orgasm rushed to the surface, I grunted and slammed my hand on the tiled wall of the shower for balance, for stability.

“Christ,” I barked out as the first spurts of my cum shot out the tip of my cock. And the entire time, I thought about her.

She’s mine. Only mine.

I thought about making her mine, about popping that cherry I knew she still had. I pictured whispering how I was giving her my virginity as I tunneled into her tight, wet, unused heat.

I came again, more bursts of pleasure, more ropes of cum spraying on the shower floor.

When I was finally able to breathe normally, I opened my eyes and stared at the mess I’d made. Fuck, I was a dirty asshole.

I cleaned up, left the bathroom, and cursed myself as I thought about what I’d just done, the thoughts I’d had for McKenzie, and felt my traitorous cock start to harden all over again.