First Class (A Diablo Falls Paranormal Short Story) Page 4

  Her bottom lip jutted out. “Why are men so fixated on women’s bodies?”

  I was stunned. What I thought was a nice compliment had been taken as some kind of sexist statement.

  “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to…”

  “Relax, I’m just teasing,” she said, grinning. “I’m glad you like it.” Then she pulled me in for a second kiss, this one even better than the first. As her tongue teased mine, I felt her hand touch my cock, softly moving along the shaft. Starting at the tip, she slid down to the base before finally wrapping her fingers tightly around it.

  The kiss ended abruptly. “Oh my god.”

  “What?”

  “This,” she said, squeezing my cock. “It’s so… oh my god.”

  I smile at the unspoken compliment. Then the mood suddenly shifted as I heard a reluctant sigh.

  “Terrance, I need to tell you something.” Her voice was a shaky whisper. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next and was glad she wanted to get it out into the open.

  “What’s that?” I asked, the lust still building inside me. “Do you have a secret?”

  She took a breath and said quietly, “Yes. I’m a virgin.”

  Sagan

  “A virgin?”

  Terrance but didn’t seem shocked at my revelation. Not even very surprised, to be honest. Meanwhile, I was growing terrified of the prospect of another Brian incident—only this time with both of us naked and a long hike down the mountain.

  “Is that okay?” I asked, my voice trembling.

  The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile and his eyes glistened playfully in the moonlight.

  “I’m not,” he replied, pausing for a second before adding, “Is that okay with you?”

  I instantly relaxed and began breathing again.

  “Of course it’s okay,” I said. “You’re a guy, and you’re obviously much older than me. How old are you, by the way?”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said. I frowned and he offered, “Thirty-seven.”

  “Well at thirty-seven, I would expect you to have been with quite a few women.”

  I was babbling, relieved to still be here with Terrance in the springs, our bodies touching and my fingers still wrapped not quite all the way around his huge erection. I squeezed it again, not believing what my hand was telling me.

  “Surely this isn’t the first one you’ve touched,” he said.

  “No, I’m not a virgin in every regard,” I said. “But it’s definitely the most impressive. And the hardest.”

  “That’s because I want you so fucking badly.” His voice was hoarse with need. His hands moved simultaneously from my hips to my breasts, cupping them and slowly thumbing my nipples.

  “I want you, too, Terrance,” I heard myself say. “That’s why I told you. I needed to know if you were comfortable with it.”

  He looked at me intently, his eyes two pools of lust shiny from the moonlight. The steam rose all around us, creating a sexy, romantic backdrop.

  “Sagan, I’d like nothing more than to make love to you, right here—but not for your first time. Water is for more experienced people who want the thrill despite all the drawbacks.”

  “I agree. I want a bed for my first time.” I hesitated only a second before the words spilled from my mouth of their own accord. “And I want it to be you.”

  I moaned involuntarily as he took my nipple between his thumb. Terrance placed his hands back on my hips and lifted me, his hard-on slipping from my grasp. Leaning forward, his mouth found my breast and closed around the nipple, teasing it with his tongue and eliciting another moan.

  Then I felt the head of his cock nudged my smoothly waxed lips. It wasn’t trying to gain entrance but was pressing hard enough for my clit to feel it. At that point everything shifted into overdrive. I had never felt so much wanton desire for a man in my life.

  Holding Terrance’s head in both hands, I pulled him hard to my breast and he responded by gently biting my nipple. This guy was driving me insane with need.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said authoritatively. I eagerly complied, wanting to feel more of whatever this was. The rigid shaft of his cock rode up my slit and nestled in against my clit, sending a delicious wave of excitement coursing through me. I was fully aware this was by far the most sexual I’d ever been with anyone.

  His strong hands dropped down to cup my ass and he used them to slowly move me up and down. With each movement, his hard-on moved over my clit, never breaking contact. The warm water was sufficient to ease the friction, and my need for release began to grow with each movement.

  I looked at his face momentarily, but when a loud moan left my lips I had to turn away. I was so turned on, it was embarrassing. I buried my head into his shoulder and bit down, hard.

  Terrance didn’t flinch. “Look at me,” he demanded.

  I did as told, my hair matting to my steam-and-sweat-slickened forehead. Our eyes locked and my desire rose another notch. “I want you to look into my eyes and come for me.”

  I bit my lip and nodded. There was no stopping me regardless. I had to come, to release this hunger that had been building since the first time our skin touched.

  I realized that Terrance’s hands were no longer on my ass, they were lightly gripping my waist. I was holding onto his shoulders and moving my body on my own, masturbating myself along that big, oh-so-hard cock.

  That realization pushed me over the edge. I came hard, grinding against his erection as I cried out in ecstasy. No orgasm I’d ever had before felt like this. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to fire at once and wave after giant wave flowed through me, my muscles spasming and releasing over and over.

  Throughout it all, I could hear Terrance’s strong voice urging me to give in.

  “Yeah, that a girl. Don’t stop... Don’t stop…”

  I was out of breath by the time I collapsed against his chest, my legs still wrapped around his waist and my pussy pressed firmly along his erection. My body was electric, buzzing everywhere at once, and I was aware that my heart was also involved, though I pushed that aside for now to enjoy the pure physical bliss.

  Terrance leaned forward and kissed the crown of my head. I slowly unwrapped myself from around him and placed my feet back on the warm rock bottom of the pool.

  “Whoa,” I whispered. Then I let out a little nervous giggle, so happy with the huge orgasm I’d just had, but not sure how to feel about having gone that crazy in front of a man the first time we got naked together.

  I looked up to see Terrance smiling at me. His smile was genuine, and so big that for the first time I noticed the slightly elongated teeth, one on either side. I thought I’d found his only flaw and that it made him look a little like a vampire, and that people in this supernatural-obsessed town might freak if they saw them. It was a fleeting thought that quickly disappeared in the warm after-glow of my orgasm and the absurdly hard chest muscles I felt under my fingers.

  He kissed the crown of my head again and hugged me tightly, and I melted into that hug to a degree I’d never considered possible.

  I felt like I belonged here.

  Here in this pool, in this moment.

  Here with this man.

  There was a movement along my belly that drew my attention. When I felt it a second time, I realized it was Terrance’s cock, throbbing against me.

  Enough dwelling in the warmth of my amazing orgasm, I was being selfish.

  “Come see,” I told him, tugging him by the hand to the side of the pool. “Sit here.”

  Terrance placed his hands on the rock, and I saw his shoulder and back muscles flex, then his beautiful ass lifted out of the water. He spun quickly around, and his cock became the center of my focus. Seeing it fully erect for the first time, still rock hard, took my breath away. I pussy clenched involuntarily at the thought of trying to fit that into me.

  I would absolutely find a way to make it work, though. Just not tonight. Not here.r />
  I grabbed his shaft and lowered my mouth to it, then for the next few minutes tried my best to show him what I could be like in bed. I was no expert at this but had given enough blowjobs in my life to know my way around a cock. Since there was no way I could fit that entire thing in my mouth, I did what I could with half of it and soon had Terrance moaning in pleasure.

  He places his hand on my head, his fingers intertwining with my hair. I looked up to see that he was watching me, holding my hair to the side so he could get a clear view of my mouth on him. I worked harder, managing to fit even more of him in. I soon had him moaning constantly and his hips began writhing.

  When I felt he was getting close, I had the urgent impulse to watch him orgasm. I lifted my mouth off his hard-on and placed a hand on his chest, firmly pushing him backwards. Reclining on his elbows, he continued to watch as I stroked him with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. It didn’t take much longer before his cock swelled, and he groaned as stream after stream of thick white cum erupted onto his chest and belly. It was such a beautiful, erotic sight, and I was proud of myself for having brought it about.

  I continued to stroke him until he had nothing left to give me, then I lowered my mouth back down and sucked his a little more, relishing the taste. Looking back up, I saw him grinning with pleasure.

  “I take it you liked that,” I said deviously, my tongue licking the tip of his manhood.

  “Who knew you’d turn out to be such a fucking badass?” he replied.

  We stayed in the pool another half hour, kissing and hugging and just enjoying being close to each other for the first time.

  “Why are you still a virgin?” Terrance asked. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m just curious. Surely a girl as gorgeous as you hasn’t been lacking offers.”

  “I don’t mind you asking. I just wanted to wait. Not necessarily for marriage, but for the right guy. Something told me he’d show up one day.”

  “And?”

  “And it looks like he finally arrived. Thank god, ‘cause I don’t know how much longer I could have held out.”

  “Well, I’m glad you did.”

  “How old were you, when you lost your virginity?”

  Terrance smirked at me. “I’m not sure I even remember. Twelve or thirteen, maybe.”

  “Oh my god, that’s so young. Who was she?”

  “Our maid. I found out later that my father paid her extra to do it.”

  My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

  “No. Things were different back then,” he said.

  “It wasn’t that long ago. You’re not an old man.”

  Terrance just smiled.

  “Have you ever been married?” I asked, my hands marveling at the feel of his chest and his flat belly.

  “Once, years ago.”

  “What happened?”

  I saw a sadness creep into his eyes.

  “She died unexpectedly.”

  Damn, that’s sad. I mean, I wouldn’t be here naked in this pool with him if it hadn’t happened, but still. “How tragic.”

  He sighed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

  Sensing he wanted to say more, I remained quiet.

  “It was my fault. I probably have stopped it from happening, but I was preoccupied, thinking only of myself.”

  I wasn’t going to probe further about his wife’s death. There was obviously some demon inside he was wrestling with about this, and I suspected he wouldn’t find peace until he had someone else he felt that close to.

  “What was her name?” I asked.

  “Emeline.”

  “How pretty. That’s an old-world sounding name.”

  “I’m an old-world kind of guy.”

  “You’re just an old guy,” I teased. “But I think I’ve discovered I have a thing for older men.”

  Terrance turned those dark eyes on mine and said, “If that’s true, then I’m the guy for you.”

  We forced ourselves out of the pool. It was getting late and I did have to teach in the morning.

  Terrance took his time as I toweled dry and got dressed, mostly just watching me. I could have told him to quit staring and put some clothes on, but it made me feel like such a woman when couldn’t tear his eyes away from my nakedness.

  I love this feeling, I thought.

  The next thought sprung out without my permission.

  And I think I love Terrance.

  Marcie was watching TV on the couch when I walked in. I immediately dropped my stuff on the floor and blurted out, “We need to talk.”

  She saw the look on my face and reached for the remote, turning the TV off as she patted the couch next to her.

  “It’s all happening so fast,” I said as I took a seat. “Too fast. Way too fast.”

  Marcie made me back up and tell her everything.

  And I did. Everything.

  “Okay, let me see if I’ve got all this straight,” she said as I finished. “You had an awesome date with a hot guy that you’re really into. He took you to some secret hot springs, where you frolicked naked together for a couple of hours. He gave you a massive orgasm.”

  She paused for a second, then continued with a little sweet snark in her voice. “What else? Oh yeah, he has a really big dick. I can certainly see why you’re upset about all this. And by the way, aren’t those things supposed to shrink in the cold?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh out loud and felt a little foolish. I tried to explain further, more, better.

  “Marcie, I practically had to pry myself away from him.”

  “I can imagine. Too bad you didn’t have a big, hard tool to use for that job.”

  “You’re the worst!” I told her facetiously. “I came to you for advice.”

  “My advice it to chill and just enjoy it for what it is. So he’s in town for just a short while. Some girls would love to be in your situation. So have fun, but don’t get attached.”

  I lowered my eyes.

  “Too late? Man, that was fast.” She wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in tight for a hug. Suddenly I was bawling like a baby as the emotion of the evening poured out of me.

  Marcie patted me on the back, whispering encouragement as she let me get it all out of my system. When I was all cried out, she pushed the hair out of my eyes.

  “We should get some sleep. It’s after midnight. If you feel too horrible in the morning, let me know. We could always call in sick and just sit around binge-watching The Office again.”

  “Okay,” I said, still sniffling as I headed to my room. “Lurve you.”

  “Lurve you, too, sweetie.”

  I barely slept at all, my head filled with romantic thoughts of Terrance and my body with urgent desire for him.

  Marcie didn’t really grasp the extent of what was happening. She thought I was infatuated with an older man, and she likely hoped I’d lose my virginity to him so I could get on with my life.

  That was the problem. Terrance had rapidly become my life.

  It might have been infatuation. It was definitely sexual desire. And it really, really felt like love.

  I could have spent hours more with him on that mountain. I was overcome with a compulsion to have him as my own. I wanted to climb on him, to impale myself on that beautiful hard-on and meld myself to him for all eternity.

  Yes, it was that bad. I wasn’t concerned at all that he’d been married before and seemed to still harbor some kind of guilt over his wife’s death.

  Nothing at all mattered except an overwhelming desire for Terrance Delacroix.

  I’d dated men before who tried to push me into relationships, but emotional and sexual. And I’d never had a problem pumping the brakes. Never.

  Suddenly it was like the brake lines had been severed and I was coasting downhill, picking up speed and unable to stop.

  What the fuck was happening to me?

  Terrance

  The thing that surprised me the most is that I was only thinking about Sagan�
�s body occasionally, and the sex barely at all.

  Just last night, I had feasted my eyes upon the kind of natural beauty that few men have ever seen, but all I could focus on was some vague feeling of how much I want to be with Sagan. I could imagine literally almost any shared activity and instantly be drawn to it as much as I was the idea of fucking her.

  And the worst part of all, I was aching to drink her blood with a fierceness I haven’t felt since… I don’t remember. Several centuries, if not longer. My entire body was agonizing to be closer to Sagan. It was as if I had suddenly become vacant and needed her to fill me up.

  In mere days, I had become a junkie, thinking of nothing but my next Sagan fix.

  It was all wonderful in its own way, but I was experienced enough after more than a millennium on this planet to know that something wasn’t normal. The more I thought about it, the more determined I grew to get to the bottom of it.

  And then there was that nagging feeling about her real name, Sagenia.

  I tried once again to do a google search but couldn’t get a solid connection. I had told the owner of the house that I didn’t want WiFi because I wanted no distractions while I was in town. The irony is that now I had the distraction and needed the Internet to do some research.

  I looked around the house for a land line, hoping to call Berringer and see if he could have the Internet turned on remotely. The only phone I found, however, wasn’t a land line, it was a VOIP line. More irony: There was a phone, but without the Internet, an Internet phone was useless.

  When Sagan dropped me off last night, we made plans to see each other again. Sure, there was a lot of kissing first, and I had taken her breasts out so that I could see them one more time, and Sagan had fondled my cock through my jeans until I was about to burst, then taken it out and sucked me to another intense orgasm, not stopping until she had sucked her last drop of cum from me, and then we couldn’t seem to stop kissing. But after all that, we still hadn’t had enough of each other.

  There was one thing left we both wanted to do.

  In my case, two things. I also wanted to taste her blood. I would be extra cautious not to turn her, and was confident in my ability to restrain myself from drinking her dry and killing her.