Page 3 of Hot Man

I watch the curve of her throat as she swallows hard. Then, she nods. Now, that I have herpermission, I feel almost feral with need. I shift my grip from her hip to the front of her jeans, easily taking care of the button and the zipper.

“You’re so wet for me,” I remark as I slip my hand into her underwear, running a teasing finger through her folds. “You ever been this wet before, baby?”

“I don’t think so,” she admits, her hips twitching instinctively. “You– your fingers feel good.”

“I know something that’ll feel even better,” I tell her before kissing her hard once again. “I can’t give it to you here, though. I’ll take care of you now, then take you back to my house and show you, yeah?”

“Uh huh,” she whines, her grip on me getting even tighter when I circle my fingers around her clit.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, changing the angle of my wrist slightly so I can slide my fingers inside of her. “Just try to keep quiet. We don’t want anyone trying to get in here, do we?”

She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed closed. I want to demand that she opens them, but there’s something so erotic about the way she’s got her face scrunched up in pleasure. Plus. she seems so keyed up that she might not be able to keep herself quiet if she’s looking at me. I don’t care if she loses her job or not, but I don’t want her to associate her first orgasm with something so negative.

So I lean in to kiss her. My fingers explore her depths, and the heel of my hand rubs against her clit. She’s helpless in my grasp, shaking as she attempts to keep up with the kisses I’m giving her. Her thighs clench, and her pussy pulses around my digits.

Chloe is so sensitive. I think that even if I didn’t get verbal confirmation that this was her first time, I’d know it by the way she already seems so close to falling apart. It won’t take much more for her to reach her orgasm, and that thought alone is almost enough to make me cum in my pants like I’m the inexperienced one.

“Dax,” she whimpers against my lips, her strung out voice threatening to drive me crazy. “Dax, I–”

“I know, baby,” I assure her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Just let it out. Let me make you feel good. You’re doing so well.”

Before she can respond, I’m kissing her again. The sounds she’s making are getting even louder. My girl is so far gone on pleasure that she doesn’t realize how much noise she’s making. I can’t wait to get her home so she can be as loud as she wants. But until then, I need to help keep her quiet. I still have that much self-control left at least.

All it takes is a few more thrusts of my fingers before her entire body shakes in my grip. She makes a long, drawn out whimpering noise as her tight pussy clenches even tighter around my fingers. While her orgasm overwhelms her body, I work her through it, dragging the sensation out as long as I can, only pulling away when the sounds of pleasure start to morph into something sharper.

As she’s panting, I pull my soaked hand out of her panties and do up the zipper and button on her jeans. She seems too fargone to do it herself. Then I pull her against me, hugging her tightly. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her floral shampoo.

“How was that?” I ask, unable to keep myself from smirking. I don’t need her answer to know it was mind blowing.

“So good,” Chloe tells me. “I… I’ve never felt like that before.”

“I already told you that I can make you feel even better,” I remind her. I pull away from her, resting my hands on my hips so she can’t get too far away from me. “I’m going to take you back to my place now.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a brilliant smile, showing off a row of almost-perfect teeth. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I say, leaning in to kiss her, ignoring the way my cock aches for her. I’ll get my relief soon. I just have to hold out for a little longer.

Chapter Three

Chloe

Sitting in Dax’s car, I can’t believe my luck. When I went into work today, I’d only hoped for a glimpse of him. I thought that maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get to talk to him. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think that I’d get his hands on me.

It was better than anything I’d ever imagined. I’ve never made myself climax on purpose. Sure, there have been dreams and that one time with my pillow, but I had never set out to make myself feel like that. I was saving that for him. And it was everything I dreamed it would be. Even now, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened in the break room.

“You know, I spend a lot of time at the coffee shop when I’m not at the fire station,” Dax says conversationally. “I’m a firefighter,” he clarifies. I hide a smile. He doesn’t need to tell me, I already know. I know everything about him. “I’ve never seen you at the cafe before today. What made you want to work there?”

“I, um, I graduated high school a few months ago, and it’s my first job. I don’t even like coffee; it just seemed like a good entry-level position,” I tell him as he rests his large hand on my thigh, his palm almost covering it entirely. It’s hard for me to focus on anything but the contact. I’m lying by omission, though. The reason I never went to the cafe as a customer was because I was worried he would start to notice that I always came at thesame time he did. Besides, as a barista, Ihadto talk to him; as a fellow customer, I would have had no idea how to open a conversation in a natural way. Tracking his movements from across the street was a much safer bet, one that had more than paid off.

“Well, that would explain why I’ve never seen you there before today,” he laughs, that hand on my thigh drifting up and down, getting closer and closer to my center each time. “So, do you have any plans for school?”

“Not really,” I say, trying my best to keep my attention on the conversation we’re having. I won’t ruin this by slipping up and letting him know he’s the only field of interest I’ve been studying recently. “I thought about going to the fire academy, but I’m not that strong. Sometimes I drop stuff off at the station, though.”

“Really?” he says, and I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s wondering how we never ran into each other – little does he know that was also entirely by design. “I guess meeting at the coffee shop must have been fate, then. It’s probably for the best we didn’t meet while you were still in school. I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Oh,” I murmur, as though the thought hadn’t occurred to me. I’d played it safe; I knew there was no way Dax would let himself be in a relationship with a girl who was only fourteen, or even a girl he’d known since she was fourteen, so I made sure he never even saw me until the moment we could be together properly.

I glanced over at him to find him hard in his jeans. I know that he didn’t get to have an orgasm like I did. My lack of experience has never bothered me – it’s not like I wanted anyone but him – but now it does. I should do something abouthis arousal. It isn’t even a matter of obligation. Iwantto do something about it.

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