Their First Time by Lena Lucas

5

Landon

Something shifted in the car, sparked, ignited, just fucking exploded. She loved me, and I loved her, and there was no stopping this.

I couldn’t have stopped myself even if my life depended on it.

Hell, I would have gladly died for the fucking chance to be with McKenzie.

After the truth had been exposed, after we shared our deepest feelings in the shadowy interior, I knew things were exactly how they were always supposed to be.

She wanted to go someplace where we could be alone. My house fit that bill. With my parents gone overnight, not returning until sometime tomorrow afternoon, it was the perfect place where we could talk, where I could hold her, kiss her, finally show McKenzie how much she meant to me with words and touches.

And she wanted that too.

So here we were crashing through my bedroom door, our mouths pressed together, our breathing harsh. It went from zero to sixty so fucking fast my head spun. And it felt like nothing had ever been right, like nothing had ever been complete with me until this moment.

Without breaking the kiss, I kicked out my foot and slammed the bedroom door closed. I had McKenzie pressed against the wall a second later.

Fuck, she felt incredible.

I kissed her hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside me. I’d dreamed about this moment for an entire year. And it had finally become my reality.

I had my dick pressed against her belly and ground myself against her over and over again until she moaned.

I could have gotten off from that noise alone.

“McKenzie,” I growled her name and tried to gather my self-control. “I’m so fucking hard for you, baby.”

She gasped as I thrust forward and let her feel exactly what she did to me.

“I’m burning alive,” she moaned, and I gnashed my teeth together as my dick throbbed in response to those words. “I need you.”

Holy shit, she was on fire and burning me alive.

“Need you like I’ve never needed anything else before.” I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, breathing in harshly. In and out. In and out.

Gather your control. Don’t ruin this. Don’t go too fast.

“Touch me,” she begged, sounding just as frantic as I did.

I had my hand between our bodies and started undoing the button and zipper of my jeans.

I’d played out this moment so many times in my head. It had been romantic. I’d laid her out on my bed, memorized every inch of her with my lips and tongue, but the reality was far different. I was a fiend, uncontrollable in my desire for her. There was nothing that could’ve stopped me in this moment.

I pulled back and stared into her eyes. The room was dark, but I saw her clearly. “I don’t want to rush you or this. I can wait until you’re really ready. I can wait forever if that’s what it takes, McKenzie.”

Her response was a slow shake of her head as she reached between us and pushed my hand away. She was the one unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans then.

My body went ramrod straight, my muscles clenching tightly. She stared at me as she gripped the denim and pushed them down. I lost any self-control right then. I took a step back, took off my shoes and socks, and got rid of the fucking jeans, taking my boxers with them in the process. I reached behind my head to gather a handful of material from my shirt before pulling it up and over, tossing it aside.

She looked her fill of me, her eyes roaming over my body as if she couldn’t help herself. I fucking grew crazed knowing she clearly liked what she saw. And then her eyes traveled down to my cock. The fucker felt as big as another limb, a third leg if I was being honest.

I was about to tear at her clothes, rip them to shreds, but she started getting undressed, and I was frozen in place watching her remove each layer. It was torture standing there, not moving—hell, not even breathing. And as more skin was revealed, the harder I got, the thicker my cock became, and the more pre-cum lined the tip.

And then she stood in her bra and panties. The air left me so violently I actually swayed on my feet.

“McKenzie,” I groaned, her name spilling from me before I could even stop myself. There she stood, bared for me, every glorious inch of her on display. My mind spun, my breathing going erratic. I felt drunk, even though I hadn’t consumed any alcohol. She just made me feel that way.

I was on her a second later, no plan to stop or restrain myself. I slammed my mouth against hers, and she groaned when I sucked on her tongue. Fuck, my cock throbbed, seeping pre-cum, the clear fluid sliding down the underside of my dick. I had no doubt it had been dripping onto the floor and creating a little puddle of my arousal.

I ground the hot, hard length of my shaft against her belly, and every time I thrust against her, dry humping her abdomen, I knew she was growing wetter for me. I could tell by the way she moaned, how her nails dug into my biceps as she pulled me closer, as if she couldn't get enough.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I murmured against her lips.

“Me too,” she gasped, and I groaned, kissing her harder, with more ferocity.

“Touch me, baby.”

“I am,” she moaned.

“More. Touch me more. Fuck, so much more.”

“Landon.”

The way she said my name, long, soft, needy, had my cock jerking even harder. “You feel that? You feel how hard I am, how much I want to be deep inside you?”

She gasped again, but I felt her nod in response.

“Tell me how you feel right now, how your body is affected like mine is, McKenzie.” She moaned, thrashed her head back and forth as I started kissing her neck. “Tell me,” I urged.

“I-I….” She moaned again when I nipped her skin. “My nipples are hard, Landon. And I'm so wet.”

I gritted my teeth. “Touch my cock,” I begged, not even caring how I fucking pleaded with her.

And then she moved her hand between our bodies and tentatively touched my shaft.

“Christ,” I groaned and threw my head back as she curled her little hand around my dick. Sweet Jesus.

“You’re so… big, Landon.” She was breathing hard. “God, you’re so big that my hand feels tiny against you.”

I had my mouth by her ear, my hand sliding down her back so I could cup one of the perfect globes of her ass. I leaned back and saw her head looked down, her eyes riveted to her hand wrapped around my length.

“It’s all for you, McKenzie.” I stared deeply into her eyes. “I was made for you, the same as you were made to be mine,” I said in a gruff voice, my mouth now at the base of her throat.

She wrapped her hand more firmly around my cock, started stroking me as I licked and sucked at her neck, and I knew I could have gotten off from this alone. I was so fucking turned on, so hot for McKenzie.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, add some more pressure, McKenzie. Squeeze those little hands around my dick.” When she did just that, I groaned against her neck and moved my other hand to her ass as well, gripping the cheeks hard enough that I knew I might leave fingerprint-sized bruises on her peachy skin.

Fuck, I wanted my mark on her.

I had my mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when I squeezed the mounds especially hard, spreading the cheeks slightly, wanting to slip my fingers between them and feel that tight little forbidden hole.

And then all hell broke free in me. I had her in my arms before I knew what I was doing, pulling her hard against me, lifting her up so I was fully holding her off the ground now. A startled sound left her.

“I want you so fucking badly.”

“Landon,” she moaned. “Please.”

She still had her hand wrapped around my cock, and I started thrusting into her grasp. I fucked myself in her hold, unable to stop myself.

I was leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker, and we both used that as lube.

“I need you to….” She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the wall.

“Tell me.”

“Landon,” she gasped. “I need you to be inside me already.”

“You’re going to be mine. I'm going to claim you, stretch you, give you my virginity and take yours.” I pulled back and stared into her eyes. “There isn’t any going back, McKenzie. You were mine the moment I saw you, and this just seals the fucking deal.” I sounded crazed, but I couldn't stop or help myself. “Tell me you understand. Tell me you want that too.” I heard a low rumble leave me. “Tell me that and what you want me to do to you.”

She gasped, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

“Tell me in all the filthy words you can come up with,” I growled, baring my teeth. “I want your thoughts and needs to be right there in the gutter with mine, baby.”

“I want you inside me,” she said softly, but I saw how much she started to get into this, her courage rising. “I want to feel you pushing into me.”

“That’s it.” God, she was so fucking sexy. “Tell me more.”

“I want you to stretch me, fill me… consume me, Landon.”

I closed my eyes and continued to thrust against her, the groans coming from me sounding more animalistic in nature with each passing second. I let go of her ass and slammed my palms on the wall beside her head, leaning in close.

“God, I am so ready for you.”

Holy fuck. Fuck.

And then I was reaching between our bodies, pushing her hand away, and taking hold of my dick. “Hold onto me.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. I stared at her face, looked right in her eyes, and all other things except for making her feel good vanished.

I let go of my cock and had my hand between her thighs, my fingers smoothing over her slickness. I gnashed my teeth when she gasped and moaned, when she arched her back and pressed her perfect breasts against my chest.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I stroked her once, twice, and on the third time, I grabbed my cock again. I ran the tip along her cleft, moving the bulbous head against her clit.

Every muscle in my body was strung tight. “Damn, you are soaked for me, baby, so primed for my dick.” My words were a little slurred from my desire.

We held each other’s gazes for several long seconds, and then we crashed our mouths together in a tangle of lips and teeth.