Sweet Thing (Naughty Things 2)

God, she’s primed and ready. My cock is throbbing in my jeans.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” I ask her, still licking.

“No,” she moans. Shaking her head.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she squeaks, because I nipped her panties and got a bit of skin too.

“Then put your hands on my head, Aria. And grip my hair.”

She reaches for me. Tentatively placing her hands on my head and threading her fingers into my hair.

“Grip it hard,” I say. “And if you think I’m not in the right place, guide me. Tell me where you want me to lick you.”

“Oh, my God,” she moans.

“Do it,” I say, licking her all around her clit, but not directly on her clit. Because I want to feel her hands guiding me. I want to know she’s participating.

She doesn’t do that though. So I give her a little help. “Right here?” I ask, licking her in the wrong place.

“No,” she says.

“Then show me. Show me where I should lick you, Aria. Show me with your hands.”

She reaches down, pulls her panties aside, and begins to massage her clit.

Jesus Christ. I meant guide my mouth to it, but hell, this is better.

“Oh, you’re a dirty girl,” I say, placing my lips over her finger and flicking my tongue against her sweet, little nub.

“Yes,” she moans. “Right there.”

She arches her back again, her legs going stiff as she presses them against my head.

I grab her knees and spread her open again as she writhes and wiggles on the couch so much, she almost slides off completely.

“Come for me, sweet thing,” I say, easing my finger up inside her a little.

“Ow,” she says.

Which makes me stop and raise my eyebrows.

“I’m OK,” she says. “Don’t stop.”

Holy shit, is she a virgin? One finger and she’s gasping in pain? I ease my finger up a little more and she hisses through her teeth, her hands gripping my head now, but not to guide me, to push me away.

“Aria?” I say. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she says, out of breath. “It just hurts a little.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“I don’t think so,” she moans.

I take my finger out of her and sit back. “Hold on,” I say. “You don’t think so?”

She opens her eyes and nods. “I had sex once, I think.”

“You think? Aria, you either did or didn’t. Which is it?”

“I think I did,” she says. “He came all over me.”

“He came… but not inside you.”

“No, he came on my hand.”

“So you gave him a hand job?”

“I guess.”

“Did he put his little pecker inside you?”

“I think so.”

I shake my head at her. “No,” I say. “No, it doesn’t work that way, Aria. You’d know. For sure.”

“I think he was inside me, but maybe not all the way.”

“Do you want me to check?”

“Check what?”

I laugh. This is the most absurd conversation I’ve ever had with a girl… ever. “To see if he popped your cherry.”

“You can see that?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Not check hymens!” I laugh. “Take someone’s virginity, yes. Couple times when I was younger. Not in a long while, though.”

She bites her lip then nods her head. “Yes. Then check to see.”

“OK,” I say. “But let me take your panties down, all right?”

“OK,” she says.

I pull at the waistband and she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs and toss them aside. Then I place my hands on her knees and say, “Open wide.”

She does and I push her thighs up so I can get a clear view and say, “Hold your legs for me.”

She grabs her legs and holds as I gently push the lips of her pussy apart. “Uh, well. You’re still a virgin.”

“How can you tell?” she asks, looking at me through her open legs.

“There’s skin there, Aria. He probably wasn’t inside you. Either that or he had a very small dick. Because your cherry is good and tight.”

“Oh,” she says. Frowning. “Well. Shit. I’m still a fucking virgin.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She stares at me for a moment and then shakes her head. “No. It’s my birthday.” And then she smiles. “It’s kind of a good present, right?”

I stare back at her, wondering how the hell I got here.

“Try with your finger first,” she says. “Because I don’t think your cock is going to fit.”

“You have a filthy little mouth,” I say.

“Sorry. It’s just—“

“It wasn’t a criticism,” I say. “Just own it.”

She smiles and shrugs.

OK, Ryker. You have yourself a virgin. Now what?

It’s been a long a time since I had to think about this. But she’s right, what we’re doing is a gift. Both for her and for me. So I gently place my finger over her clit and begin to massage. “Close your eyes now and enjoy it. If it becomes too much you can tell me to stop and I will. But you have to do this eventually, Aria. And I’ll make it feel as good as I can.”