Page 37 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

But not now. She’s hundreds of miles away. Right now the only thing I want to do is fuck this girl. I get it, she’s inexperienced. Probably only ever fucked one guy. I like that, to be honest. I like her inexperience.

“Don’t be nervous,” I say in her ear when we step into my bedroom. I set her down and say, “It’s fine. I’m good, I swear.”

“I don’t doubt it. But I’m—” She stops short.

“You’re what?”

“I’m not that good.”

“It’s OK. I’ll be patient. I’ll tell you what I like and if you tell me what you like, it will be a lot of fun. Don’t you want to have fun, Ivy? Say screw tomorrow and have some fun?”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “I want to think I do, anyway.”

“OK,” I say, dragging the strap of her bathing suit down her shoulder. “Did you buy this to drive me crazy? Because it’s sexy as fuck.”

“No.” But then she stops and reconsiders. I know because she blushes. Even though there is only one small light on in my room, I can see the redness of her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”

“So you were thinking about me? About how I wanted to fuck you.”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” she whispers.

“Say you want me to fuck you.”

She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”

“How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”

“Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.

“Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”

“No,” she says.

“I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”

“Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”

“Make me wish that, Nolan.”

“I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.

I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”

“OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.

Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”

“Sorry,” she says.