Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (13 page)

“S….stroke my, um, cock while you lick my nipple.”
 
His face was glowing red with embarrassment.
 

I didn’t hesitate.
 
I wanted him to know I could take direction.
 
I reached my hand inside his boxers and grabbed his cock, which was so hard and warm.
 
Rubbing up and down on it, I moved my body as if it were me moving up and down on it while
 
I licked and sucked his nipples.

He reached behind me on the table and grabbed a condom.
 
After he jumped off the couch he dropped his boxers to the floor and slid a condom on as quickly as he could.
 
He sat on the couch, pulling me over to straddle him again.

“Please, please, I want you to,” I said after he hesitated.
 
He slid himself inside me slowly.
 
The warmth and the stretching of his hardness invading me felt
 
wonderful.
 
I let out a gasp.

“Holy shit!” he said, putting his forehead on my chest.
 

“What?”
 
What was wrong?
 
What was wrong with me?
 
Why was I holding my breath?

“You’re…. “ he gasped again.
 
“You’re so tight.”

“Is that bad?”
 
The worry inside was overwhelming me.

“Oh my god, no, that’s not bad.
 
Just hold on a second.
 
I don’t want to come yet.”
 
He panted for a split second, then started moving under me and pulled his head back as he kissed my breasts.

I began to relax and tried to find
 
a rhythm with him.
 
His cock was so firm I had a hard time believing he had performance issues.
 
His large, warm hands rested on my hips and he fought to control the pace.

Nipples erect and craving the attention I mustered up the courage to give instruction.
 
“Suck my tit, please.
 
Lick it.”

He dove in at first, then gently licked and sucked each breast.
 
My body reacted and I felt a bit dizzy.

He pushed me off of him and turned me around.
 
“This is reverse cowgirl.
 
Just ease yourself down on me.”

I did as he asked and it felt wonderful.
 
He reached around me and opened my legs wide.

“Now, touch yourself.
 
Do what feels good,” he whispered in my ear.
 
“I’ve got your weight, as if there was much to hold.”

Biting my lip, I reached down, not really wanting to masturbate myself.
 
It had been up to me for so long I wanted someone else to do it.

“You know what?
 
I would rather you do it.
 
My fingers have become boring over time.”
 
It was easier to say it with my back to him.

He reached around.
 
“You lead me then.”

I grabbed his hand and put his fingers on target.
 
As we moved and his fingers rubbed me on the outside while his erection rubbed my inside, the sensation sent me over the edge.

I started shuddering as I squealed.

“Damn that was hot,” he said.

I was still gasping for air.
 

“Do you want to try doggie style?” he whispered.

My ecstasy interrupted, I tried to shake it off.
 
“Sure, uh, on the couch or floor?”
 
My legs shook.

“Couch should be easier on your knees,” he said with a giggle.
 
He giggled.
 
How sexy.

I
 
climbed off of him then got on my hands and knees on the couch, feeling foolish.
 
“Like this?”

“Yes,” he said.
 

I felt the couch sink down behind me.
 
His left hand grasped my butt while his right hand was obviously holding his dick as he rubbed it up and down on me.
 
Slowly, he entered me from behind and I groaned.
 
The position made everything feel different, but most importantly, the tip of his dick when he was all the way in, was hitting the same spot Olivia had educated me on the night before.
 
A sound I’d never made before escaped my lips… a cross between a grunt and a groan.
 
Then I felt it, my insides were still on fire from orgasm and had clamped down hard around his erection.
 
The sensation for me was overwhelming and I let out a squeal.

He thrust inside me and it was hard to hold myself up at first.
 
He leaned forward whispering in my ear, “you need to push back.
 
At least I think so.
 
It should help you stay up.”

I did as he said, which was difficult due to my legs still shaking and I pushed myself back.
 
We picked up the pace, moving a bit faster.
 
He felt good inside me and as I started
 
pushing back against him, he pushed faster and harder against me.
 
My heart felt as if would explode.

He slowed his pace and cupped my breasts.
 
His hands warm and soothing to my breasts which sprung to attention at his touch.

“Grab my balls,” he plead.

“What?”

“Put a hand on my balls.
 
Just hold on to them.”
 
He said as he started really pounding me from behind.
 

I didn’t know if I could.
 
It was taking everything I had to hold on to the couch as he fucked me.
 
I lifted one hand off the couch and was pleasantly surprised to find that he pulled back on my hips to hold my weight.

Biting my lip, I found the courage to put my hand on his balls.
 
They immediately tightened and when they did.
 
He pushed hard, driving my face into the couch.
 
He started fucking me harder and I had no choice but to let out screams of pleasure.

Reaching around he started massaging near my clitoris.
 
I gently moved his fingers down a few inches where he was intending to be.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
 
The pressure inside me started to build again.
 
I was about to orgasm, despite the uncomfortable position I was in.

I wanted to blow his mind. Thinking about the porn I had been watching, I squeezed his firm sack under my hand, running my middle finger along the firm place between his balls and the firm area behind them.
 
In response, he picked up the pace.
 
The pressure mounted and I released his balls grasping at the couch as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

David pushed into me hard, grunting and pausing all movement.

We stayed in position for a moment as we fought to catch our breath.
 
We were both shaking and exhausted.

“Wow,” he said, leaning back, releasing me.

My heart was still racing as I rolled onto my side and propped myself up.
 
I didn’t want to look at him.
 
Embarrassment started to creep in and I didn’t want it to spoil the moment.

“You okay?” he asked.

I felt his hand on my shoulder.
 
It was obviously making him uncomfortable that I wasn’t looking at him.

I forced a smile.
 
“I guess I’m just in disbelief that I just had casual sex.
 
Really good casual sex, mind you.”

“You don’t have to worry.
 
I don’t expect this out of you.
 
It did wonders for me that you, uh,” he took a deep breath, “climaxed.”

Giggles.
 
Giggles started coming out of me.
 
I was laughing uncontrollably.
 

“I’m so sorry.
 
I think I’m euphoric,” I said through laughs.
 
“I’m not nuts.
 
I swear.”
 
I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

David smiled.
 
He was entertained by my laughter, rather than put off by it, for that I was glad.

“Wow, it’s like three in the morning,” he said looking at his phone.

“You can sleep here on the couch if you want,” I offered.

He looked uncomfortable for a minute, shifting in the couch.
 
“Okay, so since we are using our new friendship as a learning tool I need to ask a question.”

Wanting to laugh, I stifled it.
 
“Fire away.”

“What’s the right thing to do here?
 
I barely know you, despite the fact that we had sex.
 
If I stay, I feel like I’m imposing and that you only offered out of obligation.
 
If I leave, I look like a dick for bolting out the door right after sex.”
 
He shook his head.
 
“I should stay and I’d like to stay, but I don’t want you in there lying awake because there’s a strange man on your couch.”

I put my hand on his forearm.
 
“We’re both completely naked.
 
I offered you my couch because it’s three in the morning, we’ve been drinking and I like you.
 
If you got hurt, I wouldn’t forgive myself.
 
I think you should stay.
 
In the future, if a girl offers you to stay, stay and be a good boy.”

He exhaled, obviously having held his breath waiting for me to answer.
 
“Thank you.
 
I always screw things up and never know what to do.”

“I’m going to hop in the shower.
 
Blankets and pillows are in that chest to your left.
 
Make yourself comfortable.
 
I have the coffee pot ready to go, so if you wake before I do, just turn it on.”
 
Not wanting any more awkward moments I left him on the couch.

Any other time, I would have lingered in the shower, but all I wanted was to collapse in bed.
 
I wrapped my hair in a towel hoping not to ruin my pillow and collapsed in bed.

Casual sex.
 
I was moving up in the world.

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing.
 
Tripping into the closet I grabbed my new pajamas, slipped them on and tried not to fall as I walked toward the kitchen.

The smell of waffles and bacon hit as I rounded the corner.

“Good morning.”
 
David was cooking.
 
There was a hot guy, who I had just had casual sex with in my kitchen.
 
And he was in his underwear, cooking me breakfast.
 
A girl could get used to this.

“Good morning,”
 
I said as I poured my cup of coffee.
 
I had to get it in me fast as I was nothing close to a morning person.

“I started breakfast.
 
I hope that is okay.”
 
David’s grin was accompanied by the most hopeful look I’d ever seen.

“Who am I to complain about someone feeding me?”
 
I caught my reflection in the mirror.
 
My hair was a crazy mess from going to bed with a wet head.
 
Quickly, I reached into the junk drawer, grabbing a pencil and twisting my hair in a bun.
 
Not wanting to hover, I took a seat in a barstool by the center island while I drank my coffee.