Pranked (66 page)

“
H
arder
,” Sarah whimpered. It was the last word I’d imagined would come from her mouth.

I’d hoped, obviously. But hearing it was… unexpected.

She was on the couch. On her back. Her hair was a red-gold halo around her, shimmering in the low lights. Her blouse was open; her bra was unfastened, pulled up to reveal the soft mounds of her gorgeous, pink-tipped tits. They fit so perfectly in my palms, the weight of them making my dick rise far beyond what I’d imagined it was capable of.

I’d never had a hard-on this strong. Never. Shit… what was this Amish girl doing to me?

The only thing I knew for sure was what I was doing to her. I was making her squirm. Making her writhe. I was teasing those tight little nipples and spreading gooseflesh all over her body. She was clinging to my arms, nails dug in, hips grinding against my own. I knew she could feel the pressure of my cock between her legs. I knew some instinct was guiding her to slide along it, to experience that delicious hardness for herself. Some animal part of her had taken over. An animal I’d brought out.

“Harder?” I asked her, as though I hadn’t heard her plea. Part of me wasn’t sure that I had. “Is that what you want, Sarah? Is this what you’re asking me for?”

I bent my head to her left breast and slid my hand to the side to make room for my teeth. I sank them into the tender peak of her nipple, grazing at first, then biting deeper. Harder. Just like she’d asked me to.

Sarah stiffened. One of her hands left my arm to find purchase in my hair. Grasping. Tugging. I laved her with my tongue and she gave a shriek that made my shaft swell and pulse. She’d given me free reign to do whatever I wanted to her, short of actually having sex, but the only thing I was aching to do was ram my cock deep and hard inside her.

And not just because it would mean I’d won the bet. No, this was a deeper desire. Something more… personal.

“Yes,” Sarah breathed. “Yes…! That… that feels so good…”

I had no doubt it did. Still… “You act like you’ve never touched yourself before.”

I blew cool air over her stiff peak and she bit her lip, gripping my hair tighter. I raised a brow. “…haven’t you?” I asked her. “You have, right? You must have…” But Sarah still didn’t answer me. And by the way she averted her eyes, that extra bit of pink staining her cheeks, I slowly began to realize that no, in fact—she hadn’t.

“Ever?” It was a stupid question, but at least this time, Sarah shook her head. I let out a long breath. “Oh, no. This simply will not do.”

“Wh-what?” she asked, regarding me now with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Reid, please… I don’t want you to stop…”

“And I’m not going to,” I assured her, opening up the front of her pants. “But you did ask me to
teach
you things. And so I am.” Sarah gasped as I pulled her jeans down off her hips. “I’m going to teach you what an orgasm is like. Specifically…” I took her hand, sliding it down her stomach. “…how to give yourself one.”

Sarah turned so red I was sure she’d faint from the lack of circulation to other parts of her body. Then again, she was having a similar effect on me—only my blood wasn’t all pooling in my face. Instead, it was flowing somewhere a lot further south.

“I… I don’t know, Reid…”

“Why not?” I raised a brow, coaxing her fingers down under the band of her semi-sheer panties. The treasure that lay hidden there was almost unbearably tempting. “You’d let me touch you here. Wouldn’t you?”

After a moment of thought, Sarah nodded. She was biting her bottom lip so hard it was turning white. I kissed her mouth, passionately, hard, to make her stop.

“If you’d let me touch that beautiful pussy,” I whispered against her teeth, “then you should let yourself do it, too.”

“I can’t,” she moaned in reply. “I can’t, Reid. It’s… not something I’m allowed to do…”

“Sure it is.” I lifted up off her, just a little, to accommodate her fingers between us. “You’re doing it right now.”

I’d guided Sarah’s hand to her outer lips, and now her fingers lay splayed over them. She apparently hadn’t noticed until I mentioned it; she looked down in shock. I grinned and sat back a little, admiring my handiwork.

“Dip your fingers in, Sarah. Tell me, are you wet?”

Obediently, yet with great hesitance, Sarah did as she was told. I watched her inch her fingers forward, then down, breaching the smooth slit between her thighs. She licked her lips. “Yes.”

I smirked. “How wet?” I could tell by the state of her panties, but I
really
wanted her to tell me.

Squirming, her gaze leaving mine, Sarah whispered, “
Very.
”

“Good,” I said. “Now, I want you to take those soaking wet fingers and move them right…” I took her by the wrist, escorting her hand to the top of her slit where her undoubtedly aching clit was waiting for some love. “…here.”

I cupped my palm over her knuckles, keeping her hand in place as she experimentally brushed her fingertips over her most sensitive spot. She shuddered and her hips gave an involuntary buck. “Oh. Oh, God…”

“That’s it,” I told her, gritting my teeth. The urge to take out my dick and ram it between her slick, hot folds threatened to overwhelm me, but I had to stay strong. Right now, it wasn’t about me. It was about Sarah. I wasn’t even thinking about that stupid bet—all I wanted was for her to know herself and her body; to experience a sliver of bliss before I showed her how much more I could give her. I wanted to whet her appetite, and judging by how her eyes fluttered closed, I was doing just that.

I returned my hands to her breasts, seizing them, pinching her nipples between my fingers and thumb. “Don’t stop,” I whispered to her. “Don’t you dare stop, darlin’. We’re gonna make you come. You and me. We’ll do it together. I’m right here with you. I’ll be with you every step of the way. But don’t stop…”

Slowly, giving her time to stop me, I pulled Sarah’s panties down so I could watch her work her sweet pussy. Shyly, she turned her head, but let me expose her and pull apart her outer lips to give myself a good view. She was so pink and precious inside, and so completely soaked. The sounds her fingers made as she played with herself made my balls ache. I had a huge load building up, and sooner or later, I was going to explode.

I grunted as I imagined what it would be like to sheathe myself inside Sarah, to push in as far as I could go; to bottom out in that tight cunt of hers until I let loose all the hot cum I had welling in my nuts. Watching her touch herself wasn’t exactly curbing that desire; it was only stoking the flames.

Sarah had begun to thrash, arching up off the couch as she lost herself in fumbling pleasure. I grinned, in love with the sight of her. She wasn’t putting on a performance for me. She wasn’t acting in any way at all. This was genuine bliss, unfettered by expectations. I’d never seen it before. Obviously I’d given the women I’d been with the time of their lives. Obviously I’d seen them squirm and buck an awful lot like this. Just not
exactly
like this, because no matter how good they felt, they were ultimately playing a game. Playing to an audience.

Sarah acted like she had no audience. She was utterly lost. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

When she cried out, when she stared at me, wide-eyed, as the ultimate pleasure overtook her, I felt something in my heart break just a little. Because it was like watching the birth of a star—watching Sarah collapse in on herself before bursting into something heavenly, something impossibly bright. I was watching her become someone, and something, else. And I so badly wanted to be a part of that. I wanted to transcend with her.

I held onto her waist as she rode out her orgasm there on the couch—her very first. I’d helped her get there. I’d taken part. And now I felt responsible for the girl I’d made feel like a woman for the first time in her life. Seeing her like this, her head thrown back, her throat exposed, her brow furrowed over her tightly closed eyes—the bow of her back—the trembling that overtook every inch of her—it did something to me. It was like my body chemistry suddenly… changed. Like who I was, before Sarah, melted away. I was shedding that identity and those desires like snake skin, and this new person—this raw flesh underneath—had other things in mind.

Things like tenderness and devotion.

Things like a sense of duty—a need to protect—to nurture and take care of.

What was this? What was happening to me? How was she making me fall apart and come together all at once?

“Reid,” she breathed, and my name on her lips renewed the urge between my legs. My blood ran hotter than ever as she opened her perfect, sparkling eyes and met my gaze. There was a hazy light in them, a flicker of a flame that hadn’t been there before. When I cupped her cheek in one of my hands, she leaned into my touch without hesitation—like this was already old news. Like after this one time, she was already accustomed to my touch. Like she had found the place where she fit against me, and it was her new home now.

“I want to take you upstairs,” I told her, my own whisper a thin sound, like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room for the two of us. “I want you in my bed. Jesus, Sarah—I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”

Sarah looked up at me—Venus with her panties around her knees. “Okay,” she said.

Maybe a better man would have made sure she knew what she was getting into. But after what I’d just seen, after how deeply I’d been wanting her since the moment I saw her, I didn’t have to be told twice. I couldn’t resist her. She was in my bones.

I lifted Sarah up into my arms and crushed her against me, our mouths coming together in the same way her legs wrapped around my waist. I ran my hands up her back, sinking my fingers into her skin hard enough to bruise. She didn’t stop me, and I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to feel her. I needed to mark her as mine. I needed her to feel the ache she instilled in me. In truth—and in different ways—we were both bruised.

I don’t remember carrying her up the stairs. I don’t remember laying her on the king-sized bed in the dark. What I remember is pulling off the rest of her clothes, undressing her until she was bare before me—and the feeling of her hands shakily pulling at my belt.

That was when I knew for sure that she wanted me. That she wasn’t just agreeing to something to avoid making me mad, or because she thought she owed me. Sarah wanted me inside her, just as badly as I wanted to be there. In that moment, we understood each other without any words.

I sat back on my heels and waited for Sarah to get my pants undone. I didn’t want to take this away from her. I wanted her surety. I wanted to see her take something she wanted, for once. And when she wrapped me in her delicate hand—when she stared and bit her lip like it was an ocean, and she was desperate to drown in it—I kissed her and pumped into her hand, softly, to show her what to do.

Sarah stroked me. I clenched her face in my hands. Shit. No one had ever made me feel this alive. This good.

The sensation was too much to bear. Too perfect. Too intense. I pulled my pants off the rest of the way and Sarah, as if sensing my hunger, pulled my shirt off up over my head. And there we were, skin to skin, separated by mere inches of negative space—of emptiness. I couldn’t take the distance. Slowly, I sank down, leveling my body over hers, letting her feel the weight of me, letting her find the parts of me she wanted to hold onto.

She chose my shoulders, linking her arms beneath mine to splay her fingers, claw-like, into my muscles. With my knee, I nudged the back of one of her thighs up to make it easier for her to take me. I was big, and Sarah was so very fragile and small.

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. And so, in her ear, I whispered, “Relax for me, darlin’. I’m gonna go easy. But you need to relax…”

The words felt so clumsy and not enough. When Sarah stopped my mouth with hers, I was grateful. And the moment she sank back against the pillows, I lined my cock up with her wet and ready entrance, and I took from her what I’d wanted since…

Well… it seemed like since forever.

I was so consumed by my desire at that point, I didn’t even think about protection. I mean, hell, Sarah’s a virgin so I knew she was clean, and I’ve usually been careful—and gotten tested when I haven’t—but truth is, none of that even crossed my mind in that moment. All I could think of was how much I wanted to be inside of her, with nothing in between us.

Fervently, Sarah pressed her forehead to mine. She dug her nails into my flesh. I took her inch by inch, letting her acclimate, indulging in her tightness and the gradual plunge that satisfied me unlike anything else. When I was finally inside her up to the hilt, I felt her beat on my back once, hard, with a closed fist. She grit her teeth. I turned her head with a nuzzle and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Feels…” I stopped moving when she trailed off. But then Sarah bit her lip and tightened her embrace around me. “…good…”

I breathed hotly on her ear, then took the lobe between my teeth. And when I pulled back, sliding partway out of her, Sarah locked her legs around me as if to keep me buried inside her core. I shuddered and groaned. How? How did she drive me so damn crazy? How could a
virgin,
of all things, know exactly how to turn me on?

Fucking her was perfect in every way. Even though I couldn’t go fast. Even though I had to stay present with her, in this moment, instead of looking ahead to the inevitable climax. Hell,
because of those things.
She took me places no woman ever had before. And I took her places too, dragging her with me to the brink of insanity, to the place where a pleasurable throb met a needful ache. Where it was so good that you wanted to keep going forever, and yet stop, at the same time.

This time, it was my hand between her legs. My fingers that made her come. And when she bucked beneath me, when she squirmed and rose and tossed that beautiful hair of hers, I lost it too. Just in time, I had the presence of mind to pull out and spill onto the sheets beneath her, stroking myself, my head lowered to her breasts as I shut my eyes tight and saw stars.