And then… Trace.
God, she knew she’d never be okay again not having sex as long as it was with him. He was the kind of guy who could ruin someone for sex with anyone else.
All of that and she hadn’t even had sex with him yet.
Not really.
“Do you want me inside of you?” Trace asked as he stared down at her heatedly. Her entire body leapt for joy.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Uhhh… yes, yes I want you inside me?”
“Yes please or you’ll die?”
She had to smile. “Yes. Honestly, I might expire this very second if you do not stick your cock in me and fuck me. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
His grin told her everything she needed to know. “I like it when you talk dirty.”
“You forced me.”
“Again, all that dirty talk.”
Trace rolled off of her. He stooped and pulled something out of his pants, a small foil packet. Duh. Where was her mind? She’d totally forgotten all about actually being sensible. It was a good thing at least one of them had their head screwed on right. He stripped away his tight boxers while she watched.
Her mouth actually fell open. She realized it was hanging there catching flies and she tried to slam it shut, but… damn. She’d never seen anything like Trace. Not only was his body amazing, broad shoulders, granite arms, hard ridged abs and muscular legs, his cock… he was- huge.
He grinned at her as he ripped open the condom and rolled it down his length. She wasn’t actually a fan of how condoms felt, but god, she’d actually pay money to watch him touch himself like that. He gave his huge shaft an extra pump, starting at the tip and working his way down, just for her.
She imagined some vanilla version of sex, Trace spreading out over her, covering her with his muscular male body. Only that didn’t seem so vanilla. Even the damn missionary position seemed very- chocolate or strawberry or rocky fucking road with him. More like rock my fucking road. That was about right.
Instead he raised his head, his eyes dark and the pupils dilated. The room wasn’t that dark. There was plenty of light to illuminate the raw need written all over his face. “I want you to ride me.”
“Uh- what?” Ash’s mouth fell open again. Damn, if there were any flies in the room, she would have swallowed them all. It was her mom’s favorite joke, since she could never seem to keep her mouth closed as a kid.
“You know, like… I’m going to spread out on that bed, and you are going to straddle me and take my cock inside of that beautiful tight pussy and ride me until you’re coming and screaming my name.” He winked at her. “Does that explain it?”
Her mouth went dry. “Uh… yeah.” She realized how stupid that sounded, but Trace grinned, walked around the bed and sprawled out on the opposite side.
“Then come here.”
Ash was so worried she’d look ridiculous, that he’d watch her, that her boobs would bounce funny or that there would be strange, embarrassing noises in that position she had no control over, that she actually hesitated.
Trace raised his head off the pillow. His massive cock stuck straight up in the air and he was completely unashamed or unembarrassed himself. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His eyes lost some of their sheen and confusion and concern flooded his face. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s alright. I mean, I know we don’t know each other well. I’m sorry, I- thought you were into it.”
“No. I mean. I am.” She nodded then shook her head, feeling like an idiot. Did she have to be the queen of awkward? “It’s just- I’m afraid that I’ll look dumb.”
Trace’s eyes widened. “Not possible. You’re beautiful. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever seen. I just about came that first time I licked your amazing pussy. You have no idea how erotic and sensual you are. I promise that when you get on top of me, the last thing I’m going to be thinking about is you being awkward.”
Ash flushed. Her body tingled at his dirty words. Were they dirty? No one had said anything like that to her, but she wasn’t sure where the line really was. She liked them. She thought they were dirty.
She moved. She found it was easier if she kept her eyes locked with Trace’s the whole time. His gaze was burning, white hot. He could have scalded her with his eyes alone. She straddled him, but she kept herself raised up, away from him. Instead of sinking down on him, she used her hand to grip him at the base of his shaft. He hissed and she released him.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, I-”
“No,” he ground out. “Are you kidding me? I love your hand there. Your tight little fist touching me… god, it feels amazing. Stroke my cock if you want. Touch me. Anywhere. I promise you, there isn’t a single thing that you could do that wouldn’t feel good.”