Their First Time by Lena Lucas

5

Adria

“I’m sorry,” he broke away panting.

I gasped, my lips feeling swollen and thoroughly worked over. He had his hand still around my nape, his mouth so close to mine that I felt the little puffs of his frantic breathing across my lips.

“I shouldn't have done that,” he murmured, but I could hear he wasn’t sorry at all.

“Why?” God, why had I said that? I saw the way his eyes widened a fraction and his nose flared, as if my question pleased him.

“Did you like me doing that, Adria?”

My heart was racing so fast I felt it pounding in my chest. This moment felt surreal. “Yes,” I found myself saying, my gaze now on his lips. I licked mine again, tasting him, loving the way his flavor was spicy and turned me on even more.

He groaned and I swore I saw something snap in him, watched the way his face grew darker, as if his own arousal was so intense he couldn’t control it either. He moved an inch closer. “You like my kisses?”

I nodded. “I like it more than I should,” I admitted. “I’m here to help you with schoolwork, not doing… this.” His jaw tightened and I felt his fingers tighten on my nape.

“What would you say if I told you I purposefully did shitty in this class just so I had an excuse to get you to tutor me?”

My heart stopped and restarted at his words. “Your parents are the ones who asked for my help, though.” His smile was slow, lazy even.

“My parents are always jumping the gun. They found out about the class, and before I could approach you, they beat me to it.”

I couldn’t breathe, God, I couldn’t breathe. “But why would you do that? Why fail your class--”

“So I could be close to you,” he said, cutting me off. “So I could be alone with you.” His voice sounded lower, deeper. “It’s why I kicked my asshole roommates out. I wanted you to myself.” He said those words so matter-of-fact that there was no room for me to believe anything else. “You seriously have no idea how I feel about you?”

What in the hell is happening?

“Um.” I didn’t know how to respond.

“You don’t see the way I look at you, how I’m always near, Adria?”

I shook my head, lying. I’d seen the way he looked at me, noticed how he was always staring at me.

He smirked as if he knew I was lying. “You don’t feel the vibes I throw off where you’re concerned?”

“What vibes?” I asked through a thick throat and dry mouth.

“Vibes that you’re mine.”

I felt my eyes widen at that, and before I knew what I was doing, I had my mouth pressed to his.

He groaned, wrapped his arm around me and I did the same to him, my chest to his, my breasts feeling so heavy and full.

He was hard where I was soft, masculine where I was feminine.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him, letting him suck my tongue between his lips. I let his flavor move along my taste buds. When he pulled back we were both breathing heavily despite the kiss only lasting a few seconds.

“Look at me,” he urged and I opened my eyes, staring into his blue eyes.

The atmosphere changed, the air felt sexually charged. The longer we stared at each other, the more I felt my desire for him grow. I love you. I’ve loved you for longer than I want to even admit. I’ve loved you since before I knew you.

I’d never felt so aroused. God, I was so wet. There was this expression on his face that couldn’t be called anything but hungry. For me.

I stared into Xander’s face, wanting nothing more than to feel his powerful body over mine, to be flat on his bed with him over me, our clothes gone, my virginity now his to own.

“Tell me what you want… from me,” he asked, almost begged, as if he were needy to know what I wanted, as if it would give him life.

I was at a crossroads. I could divulge all my desires to him, tell him how much I’d wanted him, or I could shut this down and not worry about repercussions this could cause. And I liked to think of myself as a smart girl, but right now, where Xander was concerned, I didn't want smart.

I wanted reckless.

“What do you want?” I asked instead.

He closed his eyes for a second, then when he opened them his pupils were so dilated the blackness nearly ate up the color. “I just want you. As mine.”

I didn’t know what was happening but I did know I didn’t want it to stop.

“I want that, too,” I found myself saying because it felt perfect, right, like it needed to be said.

And then he was pressed against me again, his mouth on mine, one of his big hands enveloping my cheek. He held me as he devoured my lips, stroking his tongue along the seam and urging me to open. And I was more than happy to oblige.

I gave and took, and when I didn’t think I could give anymore, Xander was demanding me to give it all without saying a word.

I found myself on my back, his bed soft, the clean smell of linen and everything that was Xander filling my head and surrounding me.

His body was so much bigger than mine, so hard; and when I parted my thighs so he could wedge between them, I gasped against his mouth when his very huge erection pressed to my pussy.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You see what you do to me, Adria? You see how hard you make me?”

I could only hum in approval.

My breasts pressed against my shirt, and I knew my nipples were hard, felt them dig against the material.

He kissed me for long seconds, running his hands all over me, making me writhe beneath him, grind my pussy on his cock, and silently beg him for more.

“I’m so hungry for you, Adria.” He started kissing my jaw, then my neck, the top of my collarbone, then gripped my shirt to pull it down slightly so he could run his tongue over the swell of one of my breasts.

I was mindless in my need for him, so wet my panties were soaked, rubbing against my pussy lips. My pulse beat in my clit and I moaned, clutching at him even more, harder. He grunted and groaned, and before I knew what I was doing or saying, I whispered, “just take it off.” He’d been tugging at the top of my shirt, licking at my chest like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. I needed us skin to skin, wanted both of us bare so I could feel just how hard and hot he truly was.

He rose up, gripped his shirt behind his head, and tore it up and off before tossing it to the floor. I stared in wonder at all that smooth, golden, hard flesh that was revealed. He was defined and muscular, with perfect pectoral muscles, washboard abs, and that sexy V of muscle that disappeared beneath his jeans… something I’d never actually seen in person.

I rose up and did the same with my shirt, not even caring right now that this was so reckless, that I had never done anything remotely close to this. I was so inexperienced it was laughable, but being with Xander didn’t make me feel like I was fumbling around. I felt confident because of the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world for him.

He didn’t move for long seconds after I laid back down on the bed, shirtless. The only thing that covered my now far too heavy and sensitive breasts was a pink bra, my nipples stabbing through the cotton. I could see his eyes zero in on that part of my body, watched his gaze darken, and then he cupped me right there.

I arched my back involuntarily and a soft moan left me.

He moved his thumbs over my nipples and a soft sound left me on its own. He did this for so long I grew pliant in his hands. He was petting me, running those big, calloused hands along my body, working me to a fever-pitch.

“I need…” I gasped and moaned, closed my eyes and gripped the blanket beneath me.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me so I can give it to you.”

“I need you.”

The sound that came from him almost sounded pained, and when I snapped my eyes open, he had stopped touching me and was shifting down so his face was now right between my thighs.

I’d worn a skirt, and I’d never been more thankful for a piece of clothing that created easy access then I was tonight. The material rode up and bunched around my waist, and when I shifted, my legs spreading a little more, I heard and felt Xander’s deep vibrations throughout my whole body.

He placed both his hands on my inner thighs, pushed my legs open to make room for his wide shoulders, and then his warm breath fanned across the most intimate part of me. My panties still covered my pussy, but the material was soaked and when his warm air cascaded over the material, I got a chill over my entire core.

Our gazes locked for a heartbeat, and when I felt him slide his hands even closer to the area of my body that ached for him, I held my breath. While he stared into my eyes, he hooked a finger at the edge of my panties and pulled them aside. A small sound escaped me as the cool air hit my overheated and wet pussy.

His nostrils flared and I felt a little conscious over the fact I knew he could smell my arousal. But his groan, the way he closed his eyes and licked his lips, told me it turned him on.

He started to tug at my panties, the material digging into my flesh, the pain and pleasure mixing as one, and then I heard fabric tearing. A second later the fabric was free of my body. He brought my underwear to his nose, and as he stared into my eyes once more, I watched as he inhaled deeply, his gaze becoming hooded, his arousal like another presence in the room with us.

“I’ve never smelled anything as good as you, Adria.”

I was shaking, my entire body high from Xander. Adrenaline moved through my veins, blood rushed to my head, and I felt dizzy even though I was lying down.

“You want my mouth right here, baby?” he asked after setting my panties aside. He ran his finger through my clit and my hips jerked on their own from his touch. “You want me to lick, lap at all this sweet cream spilling from you because of me?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.

He looked up at me from between my legs, his hands on my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. And then he had his tongue right between my thighs, licking a path right where his finger had been. I opened my mouth and cried out, tipped my head back, and closed my eyes. I had no control over my body right now.

He used that muscle to run up my center, sucking my wetness off and causing more to come from me. I was so embarrassed by how soaked I was, and could feel the comforter beneath me start to get damp from my pussy juices.

“I could do this all. Fucking. Night,” he groaned against my pussy and started really eating me out then.

I found myself pressing closer to him, trying to make him give me more, trying to drive my pussy further against his mouth. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair, tugging at the strands, pulling him closer, grinding myself against him. The sounds that came from us were primal and fierce, needy and full of want.

Xander framed my pussy with his hands, sucked my clit into his mouth, humming low, sending vibrations right to my center. I bit my lip, felt my pleasure climb higher and higher. I couldn’t reach it. I couldn’t keep up with it. I had a vice like grip on his hair, knowing it had to hurt him, but the whole time he kept humming, kept sucking and licking. It was like he couldn’t get enough.

Perspiration started to coat my body. I closed my eyes and just absorbed all the feelings Xander brought out in me. I let myself bask in this moment that yes, I was actually here with the guy I had fallen for so long ago.

How would I ever be the same after this, after him?

I won’t be.

His fingers on my inner thighs were painful, but that discomfort felt incredible with my rising pleasure. Air left me in moans and gasps. I couldn’t stop thrashing my head back and forth, couldn’t stop pressing my pussy to his mouth. “Xander,” I gasped, cried out as I ground my sex against his mouth. Hearing the wet sounds of him eating me out drove me crazy, made me rise higher and tighter.

“Please,” I begged. “I need more. I need you.” I didn't even care that I sounded so needy. I was. Desperately. He hummed against me again and again and I gasped as sensation slammed into me. “Xander.”

I knew I couldn’t get enough of him.

My body ached for him. My soul yearned for his. And I let go right at that moment, climaxing for a guy for the first time in my life.

I came for the guy I loved.

My legs were starting to shake, my climax tearing through me with so much force I couldn’t even grapple with the sensations. It was like nothing I’d ever felt.

And when I felt myself start to come back down from that high, only then did he pull away, but not before giving my pussy one last lick.

“God, look at you,” he said with a voice so thick it didn’t even sound like his.

I forced my eyes open to look at him, knowing my face probably looked just like his in this moment: hooded eyes, parted, pink lips, rosy cheeks, and chest rapidly rising and flailing from exertion.

I lowered my gaze down his six-pack to the massive bulge pressing against his jeans. It was like a third arm, the length long, the girth thick. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel that tunneling through my virgin pussy and filling me up.

And tonight that was going to happen, because I was nowhere near ready to stop this with Xander.