Page 38 of Disorderly

She moaned as she moved, ripping her mouth from mine as she tilted her hear back, giving me room to lick a trail down her neck. As my tongue slid down so did my hand on her back until I gripped her hip in my tight grasp.

“More, please. I need…”

Her plea spurred me on. We hadn’t spoken about how experienced she was, but from the way Jason spoke, I didn’t think she had much. I didn’t even know what all the two guys did when they assaulted or how much had happened between her and Jason, but I had to trust her words, trust her body with what she wanted. I flexed my fingers, rocking her pelvis over me, letting her ride my cock. At the same moment, I used my chin to push down what I could from the neckline of her sweater. And since it was one of those off-the-shoulder ones, I managed to get it down enough to reveal the top swell of her bra encased breast.

“That feels…” I glanced up to see how she’d closed her eyes, lost in the feelings, the emotions our touching provoked.

“Katy-love, open your eyes and look at me.” I waited, holding her still until she complied. Her dark brown eyes made darker and clouded from the desire I saw in them. “Tell me if I go too far. If I do something you don’t like or if you get scared.”

“I trust you, Jarrod.” She cupped my cheek.

“And I want you to keep trusting me. That’s why you need to tell me, okay?” She nodded, but I wanted a verbal confirmation. “Use your words, Love, I need to hear you say it.”

She ran her thumb over my lips. “I trust you. And I’ll tell you.”

“Good.” We didn’t have much time before the pizza would arrive and Peter would return home, but there was no way I was going to leave her hanging like this. I hated that her first orgasm with me would be quick, but I’d make it as good as I could. Then next time, I’d take my time, showing her all the pleasure, I could wring from her body.

With the hand on her hip, I continued to move her, rocking her over me while making sure that my tip brushed against her clit. At the same time, I traced the outline of her lacy bra with my tongue, working it down her tit, closer and closer to her pointed nipple that I rubbed with my chin.

“Jarrod. Oh Jarrod. I’m so… I need.” Her words came in pants as she struggled to pull in a lungful of air. I knew she was getting close, getting ready to tip over the edge. But the way she spoke, the way she gripped my shoulders, it made me wonder if I was the first to do this. The first to bring her to orgasm. And if I was then I needed to make it the best she’d have.

“Trust me, Love. I know what you need.” My lips brushed against her skin with each word, pushing the lace down until her nipple popped free. I increased the speed in which I moved her, concentrating on her clit as I tilted my pelvis, trusting against her.

And then I touched the tip of her nipple with my tongue.

She stiffened and her breath stuttered.

I did it again before swiping my tongue around her nipple, getting it wet. She moaned and I grinned. Only a little more and she’d fly free at my hands. I blew gently across her wet nipple, raising goosebumps on her flesh as shivered before engulfing it in the heat of my mouth.

I ramped up the speed again. Surprised when I felt my balls draw up as if I was about to climax, I nearly faltered in my rhythm, but the sweet sounds that came from her mouth, my name, and the litany of praise, of need kept me on track.

Her need grew stronger along with mine. And when I thought she reached her peaking, needing a little something to push her over, I bit her nipple as I ground her down on me.

“Jarrod. Jarrod,” she cried out as her body stiffened in my arms. She stopped breathing and her eyes rolled shut for just a second as a look of pure bliss relaxed her face. That, along with the feeling of wetness against me, had me grinding in a few more times. My fingers clenched, holding her tight, as I called out her name, shooting my load into my trackpants as I came. Hard.

Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time something like that happened to me. Probably not since I’d been a teen. At least with a woman. But watching her, seeing her orgasm in my arms, and hearing my name on her lips, it had all been too much. I’d easily lost the battle with my body, and I didn’t care. I wanted her to know that she affected me as much as I did her.

“You’re amazing. So beautiful,” I told her when my chest stopped heaving enough that I could managed to say the words.

“That, that was…” She flushed pink again. The same hue that her skin had gone as she came all over me. I’d never see her blush again and not think about this moment. About how perfect it was even though we were fully clothed and sitting on the couch, rushed to beat the pizza and Peter.

“It was.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “And I’m honoured that you let me experience it with you.”

She tightened her arms around my neck, cuddling into me. And when she spoke next, her voice was muffled from my shirt. “It was my first time.”

I brushed her hair back from her face as I pressed another kiss to her temple. “Then I’m really honoured that you shared that with me.”

“You don’t mind?”

I pulled her back a little so I could look her in the eye. I wanted her to know that I meant every word. I never wanted her to have any doubts about what she meant to me and how I felt about the gift she’d just given me. “I’m many things. Floored, honoured, proud, and many more, but the one thing I’m not is disappointed. I don’t mind at all. You are who I want. I don’t need someone experienced. All I need is you. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “It’s what Jason keeps telling me.” The moment she realized what she said, she covered her mouth. A look of horror and shame etched itself on her face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Now I’ve ruined everything.”

“You haven’t,” I reassured her as I pulled her hand away, letting me kiss her swollen lips. “I should have told you earlier, but…” I shrugged. Relief poured through me as she chuckled. It wasn’t much but it relaxed the new tension in me. I’d worried for a moment that by not talking about Jason first that I’d ruined everything. “Well, Jason and I talked. And I feel the same way he does. I want you to experience things that teens do. I want you to share time with Jason, to kiss him and more. I just hope that you want to do the same with me.”

The smile on her face could have lit up the house for years. I nearly needed to grab my sunglasses from its glare. But I wouldn’t give it up for anything. It was one of my favourite looks on her.

“I hate to do this, but I should probably grab a quick shower and change.” I pushed her back towards my knees and motioned down to the growing wet stain on my track pants. “This isn’t something I want to share with Peter yet.” Her smile dimmed. “Whatever you’re thinking about Little Love, stop it. I don’t want him to know because he’s not ready yet. But you haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything wrong. In fact”—I kissed the tip of her nose—“what we did was right. So very, very right.” And since my hand continued to hold her hip, I tickled her, making her laugh and squirm on my lap until she fell off it to the side, lying sprawled on the couch. Her chest heaved, drawing attention to the nipple that continued to poke out over the top of her bra. And just like that, blood rushed south, hardening my cock as if I hadn’t just come harder than I could remember.

---