Rock Hardest (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

She was the first person outside my immediate family to call me sweet. Other, less complimentary descriptors were more common. It was like Ashe could see the real me. At least a part no one else could see.

Maybe she was helping me find my third person.

We kissed, standing on the stoop, and I could finally taste her. She was exquisite, her soft lips closing over mine, her tongue shyly darting out, experimentally, then more certain. As our kissing grew, I pulled her close, and felt her taut nipples poking my chest.

She broke away, for just a moment.

“We should go inside now,” she said, deadpan.

I had to laugh.

But as I said, “Yes, we definitely should,” I was dead serious about not being able to wait to fuck her.

Chapter Eight – Varg

Struggling out of our clothes, Ashe undressed me, for the most part. Or I guess I should say we took turns. A shirt, then some pants, socks, and suddenly she was naked.

Somewhere in the confusion, all her clothes had come completely off. She lay back on the bed, opening her legs, like an invitation to come inside and stay a while.

“Wow.”

“You like?” she preened, twirling her red hair with a finger.

“I love it. In fact, I want a taste.”

“How could I say no to that?” she said and giggled.

I kissed my way up the inner part of her left thigh, lowering onto my knees as I did so. I used both of my hands to caress her legs, working my way up to her sweet prize.

I had to pause for a moment, just to breathe her in. She was so sweet it surprised me a little. Getting in there before she could get suspicious, I caressed my tongue along her tender lips.

Her natural flavor was very much like what I remembered from my dream. Cheesecake and chutney. It should have been a clue, really. Not a red flag— that was far too negative-sounding— but an indication that something was different.

It wasn’t until I noticed she was reacting the same to each subsequent lick as the first. Like it was the first time she’d been licked. I’d never gone down on a virgin before, so I was guessing at best. Wetting a finger, I slipped it inside, just to be sure.

“Oh!” she gasped, almost like I’d pinched her.

“Ashe, are you a virgin?

“Yes,” she confessed, her cheeks going crimson.

“Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed. We all have a first time, right? And I’m happy to be taking yours.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said, turning her head to the pillow.

“Guess nothing. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, I mean, I want to. I just, I’m not sure I’m ready, you know, for everything?”

Her wide eyes told me all I needed to know.

“It’s okay. We’ll take things slow.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I want you to be absolutely comfortable. Did you like what I was doing with my tongue?”

“Oh, yes, it was wonderful.”

“Do you want me to do more of it?”

“Yes, please.”

Parting her sensitive lips with my fingers, I went back in, licking a bit lighter than before, wanting to ease her into it. If she could take the more intense stuff, that was great, but we certainly weren’t going to start there.

Her sweet moans grew in intensity as I caressed her pussy with my tongue. Light little laps meant to bring out the most pleasure possible. It was all I wanted to do in that moment. All my senses were attuned to her responses.

Looking into her eyes, breathing in her scent, partaking of her unique flavor, listening to her gasp and moan. My hands rested gently on her belly, feeling her every response.

“Harder,” she managed to gasp between moans. “Lick me harder. Eat my pussy just like that.”

I did as she requested, pushing the envelope of intensity just that little bit further, keeping things on the right side of the pleasure/pain divide.

“Can you please put your finger in my pussy?” she asked.

I was a bit iffy about the touch, considering what’d happened last time I tried. To be fair, I hadn’t known for sure, and had possibly been a bit rougher than maybe I should have.

Newly aware of her virgin status, combined with her already small size, I was extremely mindful. Wetting one finger, I slipped it inside her tight little hole.

“Okay?”

“Perfect,” she moaned.

I added fingers one-by-one as I worked her pussy. I focused my tongue on her clit. Ashe almost purred with pure, sweet, pleasure. My own heart felt as though it was bursting with joy, at being able to do that for her.

She peaked beautifully. Reaching the very apex of her orgasm, I slowed down as she started to tremble. I pulled my finger out to lightly stroke her vulva, in slow circles. I’d never witnessed an orgasm like that before. A first for both of us, then.