Page 97 of All Your Firsts

Vic grabs my hand as we walk into the forest. I lean closer to him for both warmth and safety. The branches sway ominously in the wind, foreshadowing the impending storm. As we hurry, the scent of damp pine and moss fills the surrounding air.

We make it to his bike, and Vic turns around abruptly, making me bump into his chest. I look up into his eyes, confused.

“Go to the back of my bike, spread your legs, and lean over it. Place your chest on the seat,” he instructs me with a stern voice.

I quirk my eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“It’s time for one of my firsts. Get on the back of my bike, baby.” A dark grin adorns his face.

He leans down and crushes his lips to mine in a hard kiss. The gentle Vic from the lake is gone, and I love it.

His hands go straight into my hair, and he pulls hard, eliciting a moan of both pain and pleasure from me.

He turns me around; my back against his hard chest. His mouth runs from my collarbone to my ear, kissing and sucking, giving me goose bumps and making me shiver. His hands move down my front, flicking the button on my jeans open.

“What about the storm?”

“Fuck waiting. Fuck the storm. Fuck everything but my hands on you. My mouth on you,” he says in my ear while he keeps moving his hand south.

He sticks his hand in and rubs my clit roughly through my panties. I buck my hips, unable to stay still. It feels so good.

“I can feel how wet you are for me. I’m going to fucking eat you alive,” he says in a raspy voice, breathing as heavily as I am.

A whimper is my only response. I’m mindless and on sensory overload.

He stops rubbing me and slides my pants down, including my panties. One hand on my hip and the other on the middle of my back, he pushes me down until I’m lying on the seat face-first. I move my head to the side to peek back at him, but from the angle, I can’t see much. All I can do is feel.

He grabs the back of my neck, giving it a tight squeeze before he smacks my ass hard. I yelp. The sound echoes like a tree falling on the forest floor.

Oh God. It stings so good.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please, what?”

“I want you,” I whisper, knowing I’ve never been more sincere.

“And I want you.” He takes his time moving down my body, building my anticipation. Both of his hands grip my thighs and spread them apart. His face above my center, he breathes me in before groaning.

If he doesn’t do something soon, I might die.

Just when I think I might shed a tear out of frustration, his mouth comes down on me. Warm and wet. Licking, kissing, sucking me. My legs buckle when he licks me from the bottom to the top, just over my puckered hole.

“Oh God, yes,” I say on repeat.

“You like that, beautiful?” he asks. “You want more?”

“Please.”

“I love when that word falls from your lips,” he says before returning to my center.

He licks faster, with more pressure, sticking his tongue in a place no one has ever been. In and out, in and out. Driving me to the brink, then stopping, making me huff out a breath of despair.

“Wait, no, don’t stop,” I say without thinking. I’m too distraught over the thought of being left hanging to worry about sounding needy.

His hand grips a handful of my hair, making my back bow and my chest come off the seat before he sticks two fingers inside me.

I yelp at the intrusion, my eyes going wide. Feeling him stretch me, his fingers going in and out. He scissors me wider to make room for his fingers. The position has me grinding against the end of the seat, my clit stimulated with each move.

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