“Wait,” I panted, as he ignored me and my skirt kept bunching up.  “I can’t… I’m-”

… a virgin!

I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Shhhh,” he hushed.

Taking hold of both my wrists, he raised my arms up over my head and held them in one of his big hands, pinning them against the wall before slipping the fingers of his other hand under the waistband of my panties.

That’s when I realized just how completely soaked my underwear were.  I tried to wrestle my arms out of his grip, but he was just impossibly strong, and I was held there as surely as if I’d been handcuffed to a metal ring in the wall.

Oh no… what’s he going to think when he feels that slippery mess? Is it normal to be that wet?

His middle finger slid over my clit and my knees buckled.  For a second I was only held up by the arms he had pinned against the wall before I was able to bear my own weight again.

That finger slid easily between my folds, my own natural lubricants made sure of that, and when he pulled it over my clit again, I felt my thighs quiver.  Over and over he caressed my most private place, exploring me far more thoroughly than I had explored him, as if he owned my body.

Hell, maybe he did.  My hips bucked against his touch, instinctively searching for the release my body knew he could give me.  He seemed to know what I was trying to do, and took some pleasure in teasing me, rubbing hard, and then soft, then simply tracing a finger along my labia when he thought I was getting too close to an orgasm.

It was crazy, delicious, torture, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing in desperation.  My mind was almost broken with the sheer need for that orgasm.

I was so far gone that I didn’t even remember to be worried when I felt his finger slip inside my virgin tunnel.  The tip slid in as far as my hymen and then Jace went still.  That’s when I remembered.

I looked up at him, panting and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, terrified to see what I’d find there, but it wasn’t disappointment.  If anything, he looked even more insatiable as he leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear.

“I… am going… to fuck… you so hard…”

With that, he let my arms go and they flopped at my sides.  I couldn’t lift them after having them pinned above me for so long.  They hung limp and useless, with faint pins and needles tingling on my skin as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.

Jace planted kisses as he went down, between my breasts, on my navel, every touch of his lips like a zap from a pleasure wand.  I was panting from excitement, my mind reeling from how fast everything was going, but I held my breath when he was down on one knee.

The lower limits of my skirt were bunched up at about his eye-level.  Even if he hadn’t already known because he just had the tip of one finger inside me, now he would have seen how obviously wet my panties were.  I quivered timidly as he reached up and curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, his eyes laser-focused between my legs, demanding his first glimpse of my most private place.

I felt the cool air on my labia as my virgin sex was exposed to a man for the first time.  With my panties around my ankles I expected him to stand again, to bring his expert fingers back to my little blast-off button and send me to where I needed to go, but he didn’t.

Instead, I felt him pull one of my legs until it was draped over his shoulder, ensuring that I was bared to him in the most intimate way possible.  I reached out and grabbed for the shelves on either side to help with my balance, as he curled his hand around my thigh and kissed upwards along the inside.

That teasing stubble tingled perilously close to my tender teen opening one last time, before slowly licking the full length of my slit.  My weight-bearing leg gave way and I closed my eyes as I moaned and dangled from my grips on the shelves for a few seconds.

Jace made a more appreciative sound than he had on his first bite of the main course, and moved his hands along the back of my thighs to cup my ass as I got my leg underneath me again, pulling me against his mouth as he began to lick and suck at me with an enthusiasm I’d never dreamed of.  When another full-length lick ended with a flick across my clit, I moaned with complete abandon, letting go with one hand to bring my fist to my mouth and muffle the sounds he was forcing out of me.

His tongue delved as deep as his finger had, drawing out ever more of my slick juices, before moving back to my clit and concentrating its considerable firepower there.  A squeal that was beyond the stifling power of my fist escaped me, and I moved that hand to the back of his head, unable to stop myself from pulling him against me and writhing against his mouth.

A tiny rivulet of my arousal tickled its way down my inner thigh, and I felt that ball of energy in my belly grow to critical mass.  When I looked down at the multi-millionaire furiously licking between my legs, I could hardly believe they were my legs.

The view was so foreign to me that it was difficult to shake the strange notion that I was watching a video of some other girl, one of the popular girls.  But as the edges of my vision blurred, there was no denying that it was me feeling the pleasure.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached out to the shelf again, as the first orgasm given to me by another person put all my previous ones to shame.  Jace’s lips and tongue were a blur of sensation, the pleasure they provoked thrummed through my body and I was in no position to gauge how much noise I was making.

Just when I thought I was about to explode into tiny pieces of ecstasy, I felt my climax begin to fade.  I looked down at Jace again through partly opened eyes.  He was still vigorously licking me, making sure that every last trace of my orgasm was coaxed out.

After a while, he shrugged my leg off his shoulder and slowly rose to his feet, his body brushing against mine as I tried to support my own weight.  I was almost up to the task, but his arms slipped around me and held me tight, taking some of that burden away.  He surprised me with a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself.

I let go of the shelves and wrapped my arms around his neck as I eagerly kissed him back, surprised by how much I liked the flavor.  Jace moved forward and I was squeezed lightly between him and the wall.  My small breasts pressed firmly against his hard body as he reached between us and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip.

Chapter 8

Kendall

Our lips were locked, the kiss was as forceful as any he had given me that night.  But as he pushed his pants down and I felt that hot shaft pressing against my belly, I had to break away to moan wordlessly at the feel of it.  So hard, so big, so powerful.  It called out to that animalistic part of me I had barely known existed, and that part called back.

He took it in his hand and I felt the tip pressing into me even harder as he bent his legs and it slid downwards across my navel.  I knew where he was taking it.

“Wait,” I panted, “a condom… do you have a condom?”

“If you think I’m going to let a piece of rubber come between your sweet little virgin pussy and me, you’re dreaming,” he said.

“W-what? But… I’m not on the pill… I-”

“I don’t give a shit.  I am going to feel you break on my cock.”

The tip of his manhood started moving slowly downwards again, getting ever closer to his goal.  I had to fight against the urge to rise up on my toes to bring my still-quivering opening to it sooner.

“Please… I might get pregnant!”

“Maybe… but sex should be dangerous.  You want me to fuck your brains out no matter what.  I can see it.  You want it anyway, don’t you, Kendall?”