Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (20 page)

He let out his breath as he held it the whole time I rambled on.
 
Color started making its way back to his face.

“Whoa,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.
 
While it drove me crazy, I noticed it was only something he did when he was nervous.

“Too much?”
 
I bit my lip and squeezed my coffee cup.

John looked at me, eyes wide.
 
“So that’s what honesty feels like?”
 
He shook his head.
 
“What guy wouldn’t want a girl to offer no-strings-attached sex?”
 
He grabbed his coffee and took a sip, maybe to gather his thoughts.
 
“I like to think of myself as a gentleman.
 
So, if I take you up on your offer, doesn’t that make me sort of an asshole?”

“Well, I don’t think so.
 
Isn’t that what’s important?
 
I just don’t want to lead you on.
 
You’re certainly dating material and if I weren’t in this place in my life, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.
 
I would simply make love to you and hope you’re there in the morning.”

“So, if we make love, can I stay the night or do you expect me to leave?
 
I mean, what do you expect?”

“I’d like for you to stay.
 
We can even spend time together tomorrow.
 
I’d love to see one of your buildings.
 
Just understand that I am dating.
 
Meaning that I if I have the opportunity, I will see other people as well.”
 
I put my hand on his arm.
 
“If you can’t accept that, my feelings won’t be hurt.
 
I just have so much to learn, about me, about sex and the world.”

David leaned back resting on the couch, but not away from my hand.
 
“So you want an open relationship?”

“Open?”
 
I hated being lost with dating terms.
 
It was starting to piss me off.

“We see each other, but we see other people too.”

I pondered this for a moment.
 
“Yes, and I won’t get jealous if I see you bringing a woman into the building, and vice versa.”
 
This was starting to feel less sexy and more like a business deal.

“I’ve never done that before,” he admitted.
 
“But I find you incredibly sexy, smart and if you’re sure this is what you want, then I’m in.”

Satisfied with his answer, I scooted closer to him.
 
“Then you need to kiss me again.”

He did.
 
And this time, the hands started exploring.
 
He gently squeezed my breasts and I let out a gasp.
 
I wound my fingers in his hair and pulled him in harder.
 
In kind, he leaned in toward me, laying us on the couch.
 
I wrapped my legs around his hips and squeezed, feeling his erection through his pants.
 
He pushed into me, groaning.

“Bedroom,” I gasped.

“What?”

“Bedroom.
 
The bed is bigger.
 
More room.”

He sat up, lifting me so I was sitting on top of him.
 
“Where?”
 
He asked.

“End of the hall.”
 
I leaned in kissing him hard.

He walked swiftly to the bedroom, I hit the light switch as we entered the room.
 
He put me gently on the bed, then reached his fingers into my waistband and pulled my pants off.
 

My heart raced, I couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff.
 
I sat up, undoing his pants, turning red in the face as I did so.
 
He was wearing boxer briefs, and he made them look very nice.
 
His muscular legs stretched the bands.

He reached down pulling my top off, which had a built in bra, leaving me bare chested, nipples standing erect like the Empire State Building.
 
He leaned down and licked them.
 
They were stretched and sensitive.
 
His warm, wet tongue sent tingles from my breast south toward my throbbing pussy.

I scooted back on the bed, resting my head on a pillow and held my hand out to him.
 
He obliged climbing on the bed laying on me.
 
Through our underwear, I could now feel the heat coming of his impressive erection.
 
The thing was big – bigger than anything I’d previously had.
 
I worried, momentarily, that it might hurt.

My excitement overruled any concern I had.
 
He pinned my wrists down.
 
Surprisingly, it aroused me more.
 
He put my hands next to each other above my head.
 
He grabbed both my wrists with one hand and slid his other hand down my stomach and under my panties.
 
John knew what he was doing.
 
He immediately started rubbing my clit and I nearly leapt off the bed.
 
It felt so good and so intense, I could already feel an orgasm brewing.

I moaned and fought for breath.
 
Kissing was not an option as I was too busy gasping for air.

“Holy shit!”
 
I yelled.

John smiled and put his mouth on my breast.
 
I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn’t take it.
 
I fought to get my hands free.
 

“God, I want you!”
 
As bad as I wanted him, I wanted to practice my oral sex skills.
 
He wouldn’t let me go.
 
My hips bucked when he put two fingers inside me.
 
He had hit the perfect spot.

“Oh my God!
 
I screamed as an orgasm surprised and overwhelmed me.

He released my hands and rolled to his side, watching as my body shook.
 
I was embarrassed.
 
It shouldn’t have happened so soon.

“Have you had post-orgasmic sex yet?”
 
He asked.
 
His tone was so calm I wanted to slug him since I was lying there, out of breath and quivering.

“What?
 
No.”

“Good,” he said with an evil grin.
 
“I get to blow your mind.”

He reached in his wallet and pulled out a condom, put it on, pulled my panties down and entered without hesitation.
 
The feeling was intense.

“Holy shit, that’s tight,” he breathed in my ear.

I felt myself stretching around him, the entrance of my pussy stinging slightly.
 
Inside, it felt tremendous.
 
He was right, my mind
was
blown.
 
I couldn’t think.
 
There were things I wanted to do, wanted to try.
 
But the only thing I could do was grasp the sheets and John fucked the hell out of me.
 
The sensation inside me was the most intense I’d ever felt.

He stopped thrusting into me, pulled out and flipped me over, ass up.
 
I prayed he wouldn’t try anal sex.
 
I was nowhere near ready.
 

Thankfully, he put his hands on my hips, pulling me up so that I was up on my hands and knees.
 
He put one arm around me, reaching down to my clitoris, which felt like it was going to jump off my body.
 
He took his other hand and guided his stiff dick into me and again, I went to gasping for air and moaning.

John knew his way around the female body.
 
It was fantastic being with a man who knew how to properly fuck a woman.
 
He started gathering my hair.
 
I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, then I felt him grab a fist full and pull my head back.
 
Once he had a firm grip, and my head pulled back, he started slamming into me.
 
I wanted to pull back and tip my head down.
 
But he had total control of me now.
 
I couldn’t go anywhere.
 
It felt dangerous and exciting.
 
I felt the pressure build and in no time I was screaming again.

My neighbors were going to hate me.

He gave one final thrust letting out a loud groan of his own, and collapsed on the bed.
 

I was stuck with my face in a pillow and my ass in the air.
 
There was no way I was moving anywhere anytime soon.

“I’m stuck,” I gasped, then a giggle started.
 
I was stuck with my ass in the air and laughing.
 
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m laughing.”

“Because you think you look silly and after two orgasms, you’re on endorphin overload.”
 
He smiled, sat up and placed one hand on my knee and the other on my ankle on the left side and pulled gently, straightening me out and rolling me to my side.

“That was fucking intense,” I admitted.

“Yes, it was, but we had hours of foreplay, so that’s to be expected.
 
It was hard to hold on.
 
I thought I was going to come as soon as I entered you.
 
You’re tight as hell."
 
He kissed my shoulder.

“I’m sorry it came so fast for me.
 
That’s never happened before.”
 

“Oh man, don’t apologize.
 
You have no idea what it does for a guy when a woman comes like that.
 
It’s a hell of an ego boost.”
 
He laughed.
 
“I’m thirsty.
 
How about you?”

“God yes!”
 
I hopped out of bed, threw on a robe and we went into the kitchen.

“It’s nearly five already,” he said looking at his watch.

I poured two glasses of iced tea, sliding a glass over to him.
 
“You have somewhere to be?”

John grinned, “Not at all.
 
I was thinking that the sun will be up soon.
 
We could get dressed, go grab breakfast and then I could show you a couple of my buildings.
 
That is if you still wanted to see them.”

I wasn’t in my early twenties anymore.
 
Going without sleep was going to make for an exhausting day.
 
But I was having a great time, and I liked John.
 
His eyes were full of life and I felt at ease with him.

“Sounds good.
 
I’ll just take a shower and…”

“Nope, just throw some clothes on and let’s go.
 
I know how women are.
 
You’ll go shower, shave and spend the next hour doing your hair and makeup just to look as cute as you do right now.
 
Trust me when I tell you, that you look cute as hell right now.”
 

What the hell.
 
I’m already with a guy and he just wants to spend time with me.
 
What did it matter that all my makeup was rubbed off?

“Okay then,” I punched him in the shoulder.
 
Skipping off to the bedroom, I threw on jeans and a t-shirt.
 

“See, you look hot!” he said as he scooped his pants off the floor.
 

“I just wish I had a hat.”
 
I looked in the mirror at my hair which closely resembled a damp mop with knots.

John walked behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders.
 
“Lucky for you, I have tons of them.
 
Come on.”

I followed John to his apartment.
 
One entire room was filled with boxes.