Page 17 of Her Bossy Bodyguards

Natalie

Iwas underneath Zeke’s weight before I’d even had a chance to take in another breath. I’d never dreamed in a million years that our game of Never Have I Ever was going to turn into something like this, with Zeke’s chest pressed against mine. But I couldn’t deny that my body was happy with the result, my pussy getting so much wetter at the thought of Zeke fucking me against the living room floor.

Is there something wrong with me?

I’d never wanted to lose my virginity to anyone before, but now I was desperate for it. I couldn’t wait to feel Zeke sliding into me, couldn’t wait to let him come deep inside of me and mark me. I even wrapped my legs around his waist in pure anticipation, hoping that the next thing I felt would be his cock pushing its way inside of me.

But instead of Zeke’s cock, the next thing I felt was his hands on the bottom of my T-shirt, slowly rolling the fabric up toward my head. A second or two later, it was completely off my body, falling somewhere beside my shoulder in a small heap. Then, Zeke’s eyes went wide as he stared down at my naked chest, my breasts slightly bouncing as I adjusted my position underneath him.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Zeke noted.

“Why would I be wearing a bra?” I replied. “I only wear those when I actually have somewhere to go.”

“You’re in a cabin alone with two male strangers and youdon’tput on a bra?” Zeke smirked. “Fuck. You really did want us to fuck you, didn’t you?”

He slowly brought his mouth toward my chest, finally playfully running his tongue along one nipple, then the next. “How far have you gone with other guys, Natalie?”

“Just French kissing,” I admitted after letting out a small moan, the feel of Zeke’s tongue only making me wetter. “I’ve never…”

“You’ve never had anything inside of you?”

“Just one of my fingers,” I replied. “And a small dildo I use sometimes on myself, too.”

“Are you sure you really want this?” he asked, concern lining his tone. “Because we don’t have to go that far, Natalie. If all you’re comfortable with is kissing, then—”

“No.” I defiantly shook my head. “No, Zeke. I want this. Please. I want this so much.”

“Okay…” He sounded hesitant. “But if at any point you decide that you don’t want this anymore, just let me know and I’ll stop, okay? I never want to do anything that you don’t want me to do to you.”

I sighed at his response, nearly going into a full swoon. “See? That’s why I want this withyou, Zeke. I don’t think there’s a single guy at my school who would’ve ever said what you just said to me. At the end of the day, all of those guys are either jerks or assholes.”

“Well, to be fair, you never gave them much of a chance.” Zeke chuckled and brought his mouth back down to my chest. This time, he captured one of my nipples between his lips as he ran his tongue in small circles all around it. And as I groaned underneath him, I felt him shift his free hand over to the other side of my chest, his fingertips rolling my other nipple between them, tugging it between the digits.

Oh, my God.

This was just like in my dream.

The realization that fantasy and reality were finally melding into one only made the wetness between my thighs so much worse, my pussy so eager to take Zeke’s cock. And almost as if he was able to read my mind, I felt Zeke slightly shift above me, his knee soon dipping between my legs, his upper thigh pressing against my clit, caressing it with a steady rhythm.

“Fuck…fuck…” I whimpered as he continued to play with my nipples and clit at the same time, with a familiar pressure starting to build beneath my abdomen. “Zeke…Zeke…”

He shot a look at me, his lips still closed around my breast. And as he lapped my nipple with his tongue, he offered me a look that I’d never seen before, something blazing right behind his eyes.

And that was the last thing I saw before something inside of me finally broke into a million little pieces. I felt myself coming for him, hard, my legs snapping shut around his thigh, waves of pleasure rolling through me, pulsing again and again.

I’d never come like this before in my life, like every last inch of me wanted to give myself over to him. But even as I came for him, Zeke didn’t stop touching me, his hand and mouth and thigh still working me, the bliss of his touch almost overwhelming my senses. It wasn’t until I stopped trembling that he moved his chest away from my own.

But before I could say anything in protest to the motion, Zeke shifted down my body, not stopping until his head was right between my thighs.

“Fuck. I really want to taste this sweet pussy,” he said. “But I won’t do it, not unless you want me to. Do you want me to eat you out, Natalie?”

“Yes,” I murmured, nervous about what Zeke was going to say when he saw how wet I was for him.

Was it pathetic for a girl to get so wet when her panties were still on? Was he going to be turned off by how much I wanted him?

He nodded at my answer, and his hands moved up toward the top of my panties. He gingerly pulled them down my thighs, their fabric soon resting off to the side of my right ankle. His hands were back on me then, and he pushed my thighs apart so far that I knew for sure he’d be able to tell that I was already dripping wet for him.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed.

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