His Virgin Babysitter(10)

By: Lila Younger

“I saw the way you were looking at me at dinner,” he says, his voice a low rumble.

“I wasn’t,” I say automatically, but I’m beet red. Who was I kidding? Of course I was. I’ve been staring since yesterday.

“Really? Because I was. And I think you have been too.”

His thumb rubs up against my inner wrist, and it’s the most charged thing anyone has done to me... well ever. We’re inches apart, within kissing distance really. My heart’s sped up even more, or maybe I’m having a heart attack, because I’m finding it hard to breathe too.

“You were, you were looking?” I say, pieces of what he’s saying filtering slowly into my brain.

“I want to do a whole lot more than look,” he says. He brings my hand to the tent in his pants. Oh god, I’m actually touching his erection. It’s hot and hard and huge and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with it. I would run away but Carter’s hand hasn’t let me go.

“Tell me Jade, do you still want to go home?” he says.

“No,” I whisper.

His lips descend on mine, a kiss that’s soft at first, but then more insistent. I’m frozen on the spot. I know I should be kissing back, but it takes me a few moments to really register the pleasure he’s sparking in my body. I lift my hands and gingerly place them on his shoulders, holding on as he sucks gently on my lower lip. I wanted this more than anything, and now that it’s here I just want it go on forever. His hands pull me closer to his taut body as he kisses me along my jaw, the sensitive hollow of my neck. I can’t help but gasp, zings of pleasure making me gush between my legs.

My eyes close, letting the feeling of his lips on my skin take over, as he slowly unzips my hoodie and pushes it off my shoulders. It drops on the floor. His tongue licks my neck, and I gasp.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says softly.

“I want you.”

I want him to touch me, kiss me, and lick me everywhere. But not here. It was too open, too risky. Carter leads me upstairs, fast as we can go. I almost trip up the staircase I’m so excited. We tumble together into the first bedroom on the second floor. I fumble with his buttons, unused to taking them off of anybody, until he takes over. My clothes are just as hard, the button of my jeans like some foreign thing, until we crash together onto the bed.

Carter kisses me again. It’s a forceful kiss, full of unsated need, and it lights me on fire. Heat burns through my body, spreading to the tips of my toes. His tongue pushes against my lips, and when I part them, we tangle together. I’m drowning in him, going under, but I can’t let go. This is what I’ve been missing out on all my life. I cling onto him tightly, pressing my body against him, against that huge cock straining insistently against my thigh.

I can feel his hand moving over my curves, cupping my ass to him, before reaching for my drenched panties. The rough pads of his fingers slide over my lips, swollen and aching. I whimper, each touch sending a bolt of lust through me. He does it again, a sinuous stroke up and down that causes another gush to flow out of me. I want him to do more, but I don’t know how to say it, or ask for what it is.

“Carter,” I whimper. “I need. Please. I just-”

“Say it,” he says as he takes his finger away. I whimper again. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know! I’ve never done this before!” bursts out of my mouth.

The grin drops off his face.

“You’ve never done this before?”

I nod, embarrassment making it hard to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry if I- if I misled you,” I mumble.

He says nothing for a minute, and I risk a glance. He doesn’t look angry, just surprised.

“What is it?”

“I’m just wondering how it’s possible someone as beautiful and caring as you can still be a virgin,” he says. “You had to have boys all over you at university.”

“There was maybe one or two,” I admit. “But it just didn’t feel right. It’s not that I wanted it to be all special or anything. I just didn’t want to be disappointed.”

At that Carter breaks out into a smile.

“I can promise that won’t happen,” he says.

He gives me a kiss, gentler this time, as his hand reaches for my bra, popping the hook in one fluid motion. My breasts bounce free, and he rolls the hard nub between his fingers. Sheer want flows from the stiff peaks down to my throbbing clit massaged by his thumb. It’s a loop of desire that ramps everything back up to full volume, as if we’ve never stopped. This, this is what I need. I try to communicate that with my hands, holding onto him desperately, trying to pull him closer even as our skin touches skin. I’m spinning out of control, I know, but there’s nothing to do but ride it out to the very end.