With my legs locked around his waist, Jacob lifted me a touch higher, so that I was taller than him, then moved his hands down to hold me up by way of cupping my ass. I heard myself moan again, a little longer, a little louder, but I felt almost dizzy with the scent and touch and taste of him. He shifted a little, and I felt something press against my clit— he’d positioned me over his cock, only two thin layers of fabric preventing him from pushing inside of me.
Some voice in the back of my mind kept shouting at me, reminding me that I was a virgin, that I had no idea what I was doing— but I did know what I was doing, somehow, almost instinctually. I pressed my hips against his stomach, forcing his cock to run down my lips, making me very aware of just how wet I was— and not from the pool water.
Jacob pulled away from my mouth, but didn’t release my body; he instead ran his tongue down my neck, along my shoulder, where he took my right bra strap in his teeth and slipped it off.
I tensed— no one had ever seen me naked before, not really, but he was going to expose my breast, and—
“Is this okay?” Jacob asked, pausing. His eyes— they were especially gray-blue here in the pool light— were serious, though no less hungry. Something about the question, about being asked, was intoxicating. Someone as strong as Jacob Everett, as powerful, as desirable, was asking permission to…
To what?
It didn’t matter. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to do things I’d fantasized about, to have me like no one ever had before. To fuck me for the first time.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m very okay.”
“Alright,” Jacob said, smiling. “Then here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to suck on your nipple for a few seconds because I absolutely have to have you in my mouth. And then I’m going to carry you over there—“ he nodded to one of the poolside cabanas, draped in flimsy fabric with a large cushion on the ground, “—and I’m going to fuck you.”
I nodded, felt my body twitching, pulsating at the want of him. Jacob smiled again, so sure of himself, then took my bra strap in his teeth again and tugged it down the rest of the way. I felt his warm breath against my bare breast, and gave up on stifling my moans.
Jacob extended his tongue and licked my nipple; it went so instantly hard that it alarmed me. I barely had time to think on this, though, because then he’d taken my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, flicking his tongue across the top— his eyes on me the entire time.
“I— I can’t—“ I stammered, though I wasn’t even sure what I meant.
“Can’t what?” he asked around my breast, then moved his hands ever so slightly. It was far enough, though, because now his fingertips were pressing against either side of my pussy, his cock still situated right in the center, pressing harder and harder against my clit with each second.
“Can’t what?” Jacob asked again, and now sucked hard on me, massaging my nipple with his tongue, sparking nerve endings I never even knew I had. I was going to orgasm, I realized, I was going to cum right here in his arms, without him ever even fucking me.
“You’re going to make me come,” I finally said, writhing against him. “I can’t take it.”
Jacob pulled his head back and smiled. “I’m going to make you come more than once, Sasha.” He kept his eyes locked on mine, hypnotizing me as he walked out of the pool and effortlessly carried me to the cabana, dropping to his knees before laying me on my back before him.
9
“Sasha,” Jacob murmured, leaning over me, his body taking up my entire field of vision, muscles and carved features, powerful arms framing me in place. He made me feel so small, and I liked it so much it frightened me. He put a hand on my shoulder, then ran it down the side of my body, hooking his fingers underneath the edge of my panties.
“Wait,” I gasped, though speaking at all was hard. Jacob went still as I caught my breath, squeezed my eyes shut until the pulsing at my center settled. “Do you come here often?”
Jacob looked puzzled. “Was that…a pick up line?”
“No, no, it’s a question— do you come here often? With other girls, I mean?”
“Ah,” Jacob said, and sat up. My legs were still tucked underneath his thighs, and I could see my chest heaving. “I’ve been here with other girls. I’ve fucked other girls here— that’s what you’re really asking, isn’t it?”