Cherry Popper (The Reckless Series Book 1) (2 page)

I
’m dying
to put my mark on her. That’s an impossible task when you can’t touch someone.
I’ll have to improvise.

I slide off the edge of the mattress and face her. “Lie back on the bed.”

I push my boxers down and her eyes widen when they move to my cock. “Ben … that’s never going to fit inside me.”

I grasp my cock and stroke it up and down as I study her naked body. “I promise it will fit inside you just fine, Em, but it won’t be tonight because we’re not fucking. But I’ve got to have some relief. And I want to mark you the only way I can without touching you.”

Her cheeks fill with color as her brow wrinkles and her head tilts to the side. “I don’t understand what that means.” Her voice is so soft.
She’s embarrassed and it’s my job to reassure her.

“I know you don’t and it’s one of the things I adore about you—your innocence. I love that you’re untouched by any other man.” She has no idea what a fucking turn-on it is.

“I always wanted you to be my first.”

I’ll be her first—and her last—even if she doesn’t know it yet. “What about your own touch? Do you ever make yourself cum?”

She bites her lip and her cheeks further redden. “Sometimes I touch myself when I think of you and what it might feel like if we were making love.”

Good. I want to be a part of every orgasm she experiences, even the ones she gives herself.

I increase the grasp around my cock and pump harder. “Spread your legs for me, Em. I want to see all of you.”

She plants her feet flat against the bed and her knees fall apart. A small stream of juice dribbles out of her glistening pink pussy.
I could make good use of that. Damn shame it’s going to waste.

Unless it’s not.

“Show me how you make yourself cum.” I pump harder as she puts her hand between her legs and rubs in a circular motion, spreading her slick nectar. “Fuck, Em, I want to eat you out so bad.”

She closes her eyes and rubs harder. Faster. “I’m dying to have your mouth on me.”

She has no idea how much I want to give in and say to hell with everyone but us. “I can’t, baby. Not yet.”

“Please, Ben.” Her voice is full of desperation. Torment. Misery.
And it breaks my heart.

She needs to cum and she’ll be better. “Finger fuck yourself while you rub your clit with your thumb.”

Her upper body curls upward and she inserts one, and then two fingers, slowly moving them in and out. “Faster, Em. Keep your eyes closed and imagine it’s me moving inside you.”

She does as I tell her and I increase the speed of my hand pumping my cock to match hers. I watch her fingers glide in and out of her pussy, picturing it as my dick. “I wish that was me fucking you instead of your fingers.”

“I do too. So. Much.”

“I can’t stand it, Em. I have to taste you.” I grab her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth, inserting both. Sucking them clean. “You. Are. Delicious.”

I look between her legs and wrestle with giving in. The struggle is real. I want it so much––to bury my mouth in her pussy. A sample from her fingers isn’t enough. I want to tongue fuck her hole and then thrust my cock inside so I can fill her with my cream, my seed, until it flows out and trickles down her crack into a puddle on the bed.

But I don’t. And I can’t recall a thing in my life ever being so hard to resist.

I take her fingers from my mouth and return them to her clit. “Rub it, Em. You need to cum and I want to watch.”

I wish I could touch her. Lick her. Be the one to completely own her orgasm.
Just one more week, Westbrook. You’ve hung in there this long. You can make it seven more days.

“Tell me when it starts building, baby.” I want to go there together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.

She nods as she pants. “OK.”

Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it’s my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.

One thrust and I could be inside her. Owning her. Making her mine.

“Oh, God, Ben. It’s starting.”

Hearing your girl tell you she’s about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. “Me too.”

She rises to prop her body weight on a single elbow. “I want you to cum on my pussy, Ben. And if there’s enough, on my face, too.”

“Goddamn, Emma.” I’ve never had a girl ask me to cum in her face but it’s fucking hot as hell.

“Will . . . you?” She’s close. I hear it in her voice.

“Fuck, yeah. I’ll do it.” I’ll shower her with my semen if it’s what she wants.

I jerk faster while feeling stoked that Emma isn’t timid about my jizzing on her since I plan to do it often. “Ready?”

Her eyes are glued to my dick as she watches, her eyes filled with utter fascination, as the first stream of sticky white cum jets out between her legs. One squirt and then the second. She watches with wonder as she opens her mouth and holds out her tongue. A third and fourth pulsation squeezes another stream from my balls, and I quickly aim upward, splattering cum across her mouth, tongue, and chin. “Who do you belong to, Em?”

“I’m yours, Ben.”

Motherfucker. She looks good wearing my jizz. The only place I’d like it better is inside her cunt.

Her tongue darts out and licks the splatter across her lips. “Mmm . . . sweet and salty. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I love it.”

“That was beautiful, baby.” The wonder in her eyes. The fascination in her expression. The satisfaction in her smile. My heart wants to explode. This is her first sexual encounter and I was privileged enough to be part of it.
I can’t even begin to imagine what fucking her will be like. I’m not sure I can take it if it’s much better than this.

She wipes a splatter from her chin and licks it from her finger. “I want your dick in my mouth next time so I can drink it.”

Fuck, this girl is going to kill me.
Virgins aren’t supposed to say things like that.
“Next week. Promise.”

She puts her hand between her legs and rubs the thick white cream on her folds. I wish it were me doing it. Marking her. “You do know that stuff you’re smearing around down there has my boys swimming in it, right? It’s their job to move upstream and make a baby.”

She smiles and nods. “I know.”
What the hell? She wants my baby?

I lower my body to kiss her mouth and catch a whiff of my musky fragrance,
my brand
, on her skin. “I love how you smell like me.”

“Me too.” She rubs her hand across my chest. “Now you smell like
us
.”

I lower my head and inhale. “Fuck, I love that. There’s nothing else in the world like it.”

She pushes her finger through her slit and then grins like a vixen when she smears it over my upper lip. “Well . . . since you like it that much.”

I get to smell
us
every time I breathe in. “No way my dick is going down now.”

“I can help you out with that problem.”

I intercept her hand as it goes for my cock and I bring it to my mouth for a kiss on her palm. “A week, Em. Only seven more days.”

She gives me her pouty face, the same one she’s used on me since she was four years old anytime she wanted her way.
I’ve always been indulgent when it comes to Emma. Always letting her have her way.
“Please understand. I have Ryan to think of, but I also have your parents to consider.” They have the power to make things very difficult for us.

“Mom and Dad love you.”

For now. That could change very soon if I don’t do this the right way. “I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Will you let me sleep with you tonight? No sex. Just hold me.”

I’d love nothing more but it’s too risky. The shit would hit the fan if Ryan got up and caught us in bed together. “Not chancing it, Em. We’ve kept this secret for three months. Only one more week to go. It would be a shame to ruin everything now.”

“I know. But I want to sooo bad. This could be our last opportunity.” Emma has always been impatient and tonight proves no differently.

I crawl on the bed and lie next to her, lacing my fingers through hers. “You know I’m moving into my own place in two days. We’ll have all the privacy we want.”

“But never all night long. My parents aren’t going to let me stay over with you.”

I know but all we have to do is make it through the next two months. Then we’ll have all the freedom we want when she goes to college. “We’re going to spend every weekend together after you leave for school. We’ll start fucking on Friday afternoon and we won’t stop until you have class on Monday morning.”

She rises and hovers above me so we’re face to face. “Promise me, Ben. Promise me we will be together no matter what. No matter how things go with my parents or with Ryan and the other boys.”

I can’t hold back my smile when I hear her call Brantley and Drake
the boys
. “Swear.”

“Good. I’m holding you to that.” She turns on her side and backs up to me before pulling the sheet over both of us. Spooning.
My dick poking her in the ass.
“I’m staying. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kick me out of bed.”

I’m going to stay hard all night with her pressed against me but there’s no way I can tell my Em to get out. “Okay, but you have to go early in the morning. Way before Ryan gets up. We’re not being stupid about this.”

“Got it.”

I set the alarm on my phone for five, turn off the lamp, and drape my arm over her waist to settle in for the night. I press a kiss against the back of her head. “Goodnight, sweet Em.”

“Goodnight . . . Big Ben,” she giggles.

“You got that right, baby.” I am well hung and proud of it. And Em is going to find out just how big
Big Ben
really is when I pop her cherry next week.

B
en Westbrook
. I have loved that man my entire life. The first memory I have of him is from when I was four, and he was already in my heart.

For years, I was nothing more than one of the boys to him. Ryan’s little sister. The pest who tagged along everywhere they went. Or at least tried. The age gap eventually ruined everything. Ryan, Brantley, Drake, and Ben discovered girls and I wasn’t the kind they wanted around. Of course, I didn’t understand their fascination; I was too young. I’m glad it took years for my immature brain to figure out what Ben was doing with those girls.
It broke my heart when I finally did.

He’s twenty-four. I’m seventeen. Well, I’ll be eighteen in seven days. And I want to be his girl—his only girl. It’s what I’ve wanted since … always.

I was sixteen, going on seventeen, when Ben came home for spring break fifteen months ago. I spent the week hanging out with him, Ryan, Brantley, and Drake. Despite all of my efforts, he never once looked at me like I was anything more than their little Em. Still just one of the boys.

It. Pissed. Me. Off.

I was growing up, damn it. I was getting boobs. And hips. But he just wouldn’t fucking
see
me. That’s when I decided it was time to take action if he were going to be mine.

I avoided him for a year. A whole twelve months away from my Ben—but that didn’t stop me from seeing his dark hair, chocolate eyes, and tanned, muscular body every night in my dreams. And the V. The damn V at his waist pointing at what I now know is an enormous cock.

Being away from him for the first time in my life was awful. But I knew it had to be done if he were to ever see me as anything other than Ryan’s baby sister.

I used that year to get my body in shape. Clear my acne. Learn how to walk, talk, and dress to prove to a twenty-four-year-old man that I wasn’t a kid. He would, by God, see that I was no longer that little girl who once begged to be allowed inside their boys-only fort. He would see me as a woman to be reckoned with. A sexual being who wanted him. A virgin more than ready to lie beneath him.

And it worked like a charm. Ben finally noticed me. Of course, it took a red silk halter-top, a short skirt, four-inch wedges, and a date with a boy the entire school thought was hot shit. But the point is, it worked. I finally caught his attention.

And now he’s mine. Next on the agenda is bringing Ryan aboard. I already know it won’t be easy but I’m up for the challenge; Ben is worth the fight.

I’m already awake when the phone alerts us it’s five o’clock. “Good morning, my sweet Em.”

“Good morning,
Big Ben
.” I giggle as I call him that but it’s actually a scary thought when I consider the logistics of it all. I thought about it a lot last night. I’m not an idiot. I know the female anatomy stretches to accommodate but my vagizzle will have to do a whole bunch of stretching to fit that tonsil tickler.
But I don’t care. I still want to do it.

I roll to my stomach and get on all fours before leaning down to kiss him.

“Mmm . . . someone has minty breath. How’d that happen?”

“Had to make a bathroom run so I thought I might as well freshen up.” Big fat lie. The truth is I have a plan, and I intend on carrying it out before I leave his bed this morning.

I toss my leg over Ben’s hips so I’m straddling him when I get on top. We’re still naked from last night’s
mutual masturbation session
so my naked pussy grazes his cock. I gasp because it’s the first time the two have touched.

And it turns me the fuck on.

A warm tingle spreads through every part of my groin and pelvis, and I instinctively rotate my hips so my slick slit is rubbing against him. I’ve been lying here for an hour plotting, gathering all my courage, and dreaming of everything I want to do with Ben. I’ve seen a hundred different sexual fantasies in my head the last hour so I’m super wet. Drenched.

“Whoa, Em. We can’t do this.” He’s saying the words but his fingers are digging into my hips. Moving with them. Not stopping them.
That’s definitely not a no. Now is the time to strike.

I press my mouth to his ear so he can feel my warm breath. “You want to fuck me, Ben. I know it. You know it, too,” I whisper before sucking his earlobe into my mouth.
I’m going to make this happen.

“Yes. I want to fuck you more than … I want to breathe but …”

I put my finger over his lips. “Shh. No buts.”

“There is a
but
. A huge one and he’s downstairs, right below us, on the couch.”

“That
but
is passed out cold, so he’ll never know. I’ll leave your bed afterward and he’ll be none the wiser.” He doesn’t argue with me so I press further by grasping his dick and using it to rub my clit. “Please, Ben. Can’t you feel how much I want you? How wet I am? It’s all for you.”

He still isn’t stopping me so I sink down, pushing the crown of his cock just inside my entrance.
Fuck, he’s letting me.

I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, being topped by Ben as he hovers above me. “It’s not happening like that, Em.
I
will be the one to fuck
you
.
I
will be the one to pop your cherry. I will be the one in control. Not the other way around.”

“You’ll pop my cherry, huh?” I lock my legs around his waist and hold him prisoner. “Then let’s go. Do it.”

“I will but not before I eat your virgin pussy.” His words accompany a growl against my ear.
For the first time, he’s not telling me no. We’re actually going to do it.

This. Is. Happening.

There isn’t a word for the excessive excitement I’m feeling right now. It’s ridiculous how happy I am.

I release him from my leg lock, and he crawls down my body. He kneels between my legs and yanks me lower in the bed as though I weigh nothing while lifting my ass to rest on his chest. I’m nearly upside down as everything between my legs is right there in his face.

He traces his nose over my vaginal lips and inhales deeply. “You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off while thinking about this and what it must smell like. What it must taste like.”

I gasp when he drags his warm, wet tongue through my slit. “Oh, shit, Ben.”

“Don’t even think about cumming anytime soon. We’re just getting started.”

Ben buries his head between my legs and rubs his face against me. Oh God. His scratchy stubble feels so good that I seriously think I could cum just from his whiskers rubbing me like that. “I want your juices all over me so every time I breathe in, I think about this all day.”

He stills and places a kiss on top of my mound, running his finger over the tuft of hair. “I love that you’re smooth except for this little strip. It’s a nice surprise.” I’m glad he likes it. I did it just for him.

His tongue sneaks out from between his lips to glide over the skin above the top of my slit. Side to side and then back and forth. I lift my hips so he’ll lick my clit, but his mouth moves away as I do.
Fuck, he’s teasing me. Wants me to beg. And I will.
“Pleeease …”

“Please what?” He knows what I want from him.

I lift my hips again. “Move your mouth down.”

He pushes my legs farther apart and flutters of kisses line my pussy lips. Every nerve ending in my pelvis is firing orgasmic pulsations. “Prefer that?” His tongue flattens against my center and swipes upward, the tip grazing my clit. “Or this?”

“Oh, this! Definitely this.” I wish the light were on so I could see him and watch his mouth feast between my legs.

“You taste so good. I knew you would.”

My hips rock against the motion of his tongue so each swipe is longer and harder.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face.”

“Oh God.” I lace my fingers through the top of his hair and thrust against his mouth, up and down.

He grabs my hips, pins me so I can’t move, and sucks my clit. One finger and then two plunge deep inside me. He moves them in and out slowly. It stings a little for just a moment, but I understand what he’s doing: stretching me so I can take his cock.
Big Ben.

His fingers continue to move in and out, gradually increasing in speed and pressure as he sucks harder, harder,
harder
. I will wear his mark there even if no one can see it.

I recognize the fuzzy, warm tingles beginning in my toes. My pussy and clit tense and relax as the tingly waves of sensation start deep within my pelvis. A part of me wants to suppress them so I can make this last longer, but the other part wants to cum so badly.

The battle is over when rhythmic pulsations begin in my pelvis. “Oh Ben. I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming so hard.”

The suction of his mouth increases while the motion of his fingers slow. Every movement is meticulous. Carefully calculated.

My cheeks pulse as the rhythmic twitches continue in my pelvis.
Fuck, Ben’s devouring me.
I grab the pillow above my head and cover my face so I can bite down while I try to swallow my screams. “Fuuuck.”

My face is still covered with the pillow but I don’t mistake the sound of the door opening. Or my brother’s voice. “What the hell is going on in here?”

Oh fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.

Busted.