Twice Driven (47 page)

It’d been almost a week, and I could
not
get her out of my damn head. I couldn’t get that perfect angelic face out of my head, or the way she moaned under me. I could - and would’t ever - forget the sound of her moans in my ear, or how that tight barely legal cunt gripped my cock and milked me for every drop as I blew my load inside of her.
 

Yeah, part of me - okay, a BIG part of me - knew that what we’d done was
so
fucking wrong. I mean, I’d taken my eighteen year old neighbor’s damn
virginity
for Christ’s sake. In my
car
, outside her fucking parent’s house. Jesus, how old did I think I was? And now here I was just like the high school guy I was acting like, double-thinking myself about calling the girl I wanted to call.

What if she’s upset about what happened?

It was a stupid thought, considering how into it she’d been. Fuck, she’d
instigated
the fucking thing. Still, I could’ve said no. Part of me knew I
should
have said no, too, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that with that sweet little mouth on my cock like that? How was I supposed to say no to that dripping wet, sweet teen pussy? That blonde hair, those blue eyes, those perfect lips, that tight little body?

By saying “no”, you fucking idiot.
 

But that was easier said than done. And what we did might have been “wrong”, but fuck did I want more. I want to claim her again. I wanted to plunge my cock into that crazy tight, velvety pussy again and fill her up again and again with every single drop of cum I could. It was a wickedly filthy thought, but I
liked
the idea of taking her bare like that, and I
loved
the idea of her fertile young body taking my seed. Fuck, I
wanted
to fill her up until her belly swelled with my child so everyone would know that
I
claimed her.

My cock was rock hard as I thumbed her name in my phone and brought it to my ear. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard it ringing, and when I heard that soft voice answer, I felt
complete
.
 

“Mr. Weaver?” She said quietly, her voice so innocent and so fucking
sultry
at the same time, like the voice of pure forbidden temptation.

“I need to see you again,” I growled out, feeling my pulse raging in my ears. “I- I
have
to see you again.”

She was quiet on the other end of the line, and for a second, I could feel the whole thing crumbling.
 

“
Yes,
please,” she whispered after a beat, her voice sounding breathless and tight. She laughed quietly. “I wasn’t sure you’d call me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said darkly. “You’re all I can fucking think about.”

I could hear her breath catch. “I- when can I see you?”

“This weekend. Don’t make any plans.”

Chapter 13

Tyler

What are you doing?

I’d basically thought the same thought the entire train ride into Boston. Seriously,
what
was I doing here? I was forty years old, and on heading into the city for the sole purpose of fucking my eighteen year old college-student neighbor.

And my cock was
rock
hard the whole fucking trip.

I stepped off the train into the briskness of the October air and headed down the train platform towards South Station, pushing all the negative “what are you doing” thoughts away.
What
was I doing? I was feeling like
me
again. And yeah, I knew that sounded exactly like a some piece of bullshit a guy my age says when he acts out on midlife crisis by fucking younger girls, but this was different. Most guys that go through that are just acting out on
years
of repression, or of getting married too young and never having to have that phase where they fucked everything that moved.

But see, that wasn’t me. I’d
lived
that fantasy. I’d been up to my fucking ears in Goddamn pussy for years before Rebecca. I’d had the phase, I’d seen it all, which is how I knew this wasn’t that. Mid life crisis? Not a fucking chance. Hell, if I felt like I needed to act out on being forty anytime soon, I’d go buy a sports car or some shit.

But Christina wasn’t my “act out” or my “crisis”, that’s for Goddamn sure. She was
far
more than that, which scared the shit out of me, even if it made me harder than diamond.

“Hi.”

Damn.
She looked fucking
perfect
standing there right inside the doorways of the train station, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Hi yourself,” I said slowly.

I could see her cheeks flush and her chest rise and fall with her breath, as we both just stood there two feet apart not sure what to do. It was as if
this
was the moment we both realized how fucking surreal it was that I was here, for her.

‘Hi?’ What the fuck am I doing?

In half a second, I’d yanked her into my arms, my lips searing hot across hers as she moaned into me. I wanted to inhale her, to hold her to me hard enough that we became one. Fuck, I wanted to take her right there on the floor of South Station. I kissed her fiercely, heedless of the people moving around us and giving us strange looks. Fuck ‘em, I didn’t care. As far as I care, the entire rest of the world could disappear in that moment there with her.

Christina moaned as I opened my mouth, my tongue sliding to meet hers as her hands clutched at my broad shoulders and molding her body against mine.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and the blink of an eye, we pulled apart, faces flushed and gasping for air

“Hell of a welcome,” I said, grinning at her, and reaching out to take her small hand in mine.

“Oh, I try,” she said with a shy smile. She bit her lip in that way that made me want to claim her mouth all over again, and I found myself yanking her against me as she giggled.

“So, welcome to Boston,” she said with a grin. “Where to?”

Somewhere I can fuck you?

Jesus, it sounded so wrong thinking that with this entirely inappropriate, off-limits, barely legal hottie standing right in front of me with her face tilted up at me and those pouty lips slightly parted. But fuck, it was true. It was like just being around her got me harder than I’ve ever been before, and more keyed up than any groupie had ever gotten me.

Christina leaned in close, a wicked little grin on her face. “How about we go somewhere where I can let you take every stitch of clothing off of me and do whatever you want to me?”

Holy fuck.

If I wasn’t hard enough to drive nails with before, that sure as hell did it. I yanked her close to me, knowing by her little gasp that she could feel how hard I was. “I’d say that sounds perfect, actually,” I growled. I chuckled as I thought of something. “I guess your dorm room is out with Anna there, huh?”

I laughed, but suddenly I frowned as I saw Christina bite her lip and look at me worriedly. “I- uh...”

“What is it?”

She looked at me pleadingly. “I- I don’t want to say, because I think its going to ruin this,” she said quietly.
 

I pulled her close and kissed her slowly. “Believe me,
nothing
would ruin this, honey.”

“Please don’t be mad?”

I rolled my eyes, “Christina-”

“Anna knows”

I froze, feeling the floor drop out from under me. “
Fuck
,” I swore, feeling my blood run cold. “Christina-”

“Look, it’s actually not a bad thing!”

I could feel my brow furrow as I shook my head. “Honey, I’m not sure you get how serous it wold be if anyone know about what hap-”

“Oh
believe
me, I get it,” she said sharply.

I glared at her, but couldn’t help but smirk as I shook my head. “”I think like you feisty, you know.”

Christina smiled through her pout. “Good, cause I’m feisty a lot.” Her shoulders slumped then. “Look, I’m sorry that I let it slip, but I was...I mean it was kind of
 
big deal, you know?”

I nodded slowly.

“I mean, I can’t
not
tell my best friend in the whole world about losing my virginity,” She said quietly, blushing.

I pulled her close, kissing her cheek. “I get it.”

“She’s not going to say a thing, believe me.”

I pulled away and grinned at her. “I do, actually.” She grinned and then leaned up to peck me on the lips, eliciting yet another disproving look of some moron walking by us.
 

“
Well
,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s go have a neighborhood reunion, huh?”

*****

“Oh
hi
, Mr. Weaver.”

We walked into their dorm room to see Anna Riley sitting on her bed with a mischievous grin on her face and her eyebrows wagging.
 
I groaned and shook my head. “So, cat’s out of the bag, I hear.”

“
Yup
,” She said, her bright blue eyes sparkling as the darted between Christina and I.

“Will you
not
be weird, you weirdo?” Christina said, throwing a pillow from her bed at her friend.

Anna giggled. “
Sorry
, sorry.”

There was a moment of silence in the room where we all sort of looked at each other not knowing how to approach the situation before I finally just laughed. Yeah, it was a little surreal standing here with the way younger girl I’d just deflowered and her
friend
right there knowing everything. “Okay, how about we just drop the ‘Mr. Weaver’ part, okay?” I rolled my eyes. “Christ, I feel like your father or something when you say it.”

Anna flashed me that same mischievous smile again. “Oh, so no daddy play for you two?”

Christina blushed bright red, but I had to grin. I raised an eyebrow at Anna, amused that I’d never seen this side of her.

“Ooookay,
 
I’m making myself scarce.” Anna winked at me before grabbing her bag and slipping out the door.

I turned and grinned at Christina. “I
like
her. Why haven’t we all hung out before?”

Christina shrugged. “Oh, you know I have
no
idea! Maybe ‘cause we were in
high school
and you were twice our age?” She wagged her eyebrows at me as she stuck out her tongue.

“Ouch baby,” I said, clutching my chest. “My pride.”

She grinned at me. “Let me make it up to you?”

I arched my brow, and was about to say something crude when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my belt.

I was hard in a
nanosecond
.

I groaned as the hot little teen kneeling at my feet pulled at my belt, struggling for s second before getting it unbooked. Her small fingers danced across my zipper, slowly pulling it down as I popped the button on my jeans.

I groaned as I felt her fingers slip under the waist of my briefs and my jeans before she started to yank them down over my hips. My rock hard cock sprang up in front of her face, and her eyes went wide in this way that had my blood pounding in my ears. Yeah, I knew I was big, but fuck if watching her face get like the when she was my cock wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. It was like she was in awe of it, and maybe a teeny bit scared.
 

Fuck
was that sexy.

I growled as I watched her look up at me, open her mouth, and slowly wrap those pretty little lips around my cock. She moaned around me, sucking me in as her tongue swirled around my head. I could feel my pulse racing as this totally off-limits girl started to suck me, running my hands down into her hair and just letting her bob on my dick like that as I felt my balls boil.

But shit, I’d been
dying
to taste her. I’d literally
dreamt
of how sweet and fucking perfect that practically virgin pussy would taste, and I wasn’t going to another damn thing until I did.
 

She whimpered when I pulled her up, but then gasped as I pushed her back onto her tiny dorm room bed. Fuck, it was so wrong that I was here - in her Goddamn dorm room - but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I was harder and more ready for this than I’d every been in any dressing room, or tour bus, concert hall bathroom.

I needed to taste that pussy
now
. I waned to fucking
devour
her. My hands grabbed her panties and yanked them I inhaled the scent of her as she whimpered and rolled her hips beneath me,.

“I’ve...um, I mean I’ve never-”

I looked up at her, my eyes burning into hers. “I know, honey. Just lay back.”

Christina cried out and practically flew off the bed as I dragged my tongue up through her soft, velvety lips. Jesus Christ, she tasted like fucking
candy
she was so sweet. I growled as I pushed my tongue deep, feeling her shudder and moan as I swirled my tongue around her opening and licked out her cream. I moved up to her clit, sucking the little nub gently as I let my tongue flick across it.

Her hands slid into my hair as her small hips bucked up off the bed, her fingers gripping my hair hard enough to almost hurt as she started to whimper and moan.

“Oh my fucking
God
that feels so good!” She gasped, her breath coming quick and her eyes squeezed shut. My cock was hard as steel as I knelt there with my mouth on her pussy and her body writhing beneath me. And there was this raw fucking
thrill
knowing that I was the first man to taste her like this. Not only had I taken that cherry and been the first to feel that perfect pussy spread and engulf my cock, but I was the first to taste this sweet innocence.