I watched him walk to me. I couldn't believe how buff he was, how muscular. Jacob had really filled out over the last few months. My eyes scanned his body, focusing on the area in his pants. I wondered how big he was and was determined to find out.
Ever since Edward left me four years ago, I have been a desolate shell. The hole in my chest is huge. It will never heal. It left me bitter and cynical. I now look at men differently; like objects. I don't want to be romanced; I just want to use them. I use them for my pleasure only. I have become something of a nymphomaniac, craving sex all the time. But purely for physical pleasure. I know I will never have the emotional connection I had with Edward. He is the only one that I would want to make love to me; the only one whom I would share my soul with. Everyone else, I use and throw away.
Jacob would be no different. I knew his feelings for me were different. But I wasn't opposed to a friend with benefits.
"It's so good to see you again," I said. He smiled at me and enveloped me in a hug. He was so warm, so inviting.
"You too, Bella," he replied. He pulled back and stared into my eyes. "You sure about this?"
"Okay, then. I'm ready when you are." I took his hand and led him to my car. I was now living in Los Angeles. I needed sun after graduating from college. Jacob had graciously decided to spend a week with me. He was considering transferring to UCLA in the fall and wanted to see what goods LA had. I planned to show him the time of his life while he was here.
If he did transfer here, I could continue to get my pleasure from him. No doubt he will be fun. Just looking over at him while driving to my apartment I could tell I was in for a wild ride.
"You okay?" I asked him. He looked nervous. "Yeah," he replied. "I just don't know what I'm doing, Bella."
I pulled into my parking space and we got out. "What do you mean?"
He sighed. "I haven't been with a woman before." I stared at him. "What do you mean?" I asked again. He chuckled. "I'm a virgin, Bella."
I couldn't believe it. Jacob had a body to die for; how could he be a virgin? "Jacob, I'm sorry for my reaction. It just surprised me with how hot you are." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You think I'm hot?"
I nodded. "I wouldn't want to do this otherwise." He nodded. "Are you okay with it?"
"Yes," he said. He scanned my body, smirking. "Are you okay with me being a virgin?"
We entered my apartment. I went to the kitchen and pulled out some drinks. I only drank lager, so my fridge had Killian's in it. I went back to Jacob in my living room. He was checking out my bookcase.
"Wow, you have so many books." I chuckled.
"Yes, reading is a great pleasure for me. Almost as great as fucking." I scanned my eyes down his body again. "Killians?"
His face lit up when I offered it to him. He took a big swig of it. "Whoa, careful tiger," I teased.
"Sorry, nervous," he said. I shook my head. "There's no reason to be nervous, Jake. It's just me."
We drank our beers and chatted about random stuff. Afterwards, I led him to the bedroom. Since I now knew he was a virgin, I knew I'd have to take the lead. Not a problem for me, I usually was the initiator. But I was never turned down.
I shut the door and pulled my tee-shirt off over my head. His eyes grew big at my boldness. He dropped them to my chest and inhaled sharply. I had on my lacy red push-up bra. I smiled at him.
"See anything you like?" I asked. His breathing increased. "Yes," he said. He brought his hand up and cupped my breast. God, even through the fabric he felt great. My nipple hardened under his touch. And I wanted more.
"Touch me Jacob." He pulled me to him and kissed my neck. I didn't kiss on the lips; didn't do that since Edward left me. It was too personal, too intimate. I didn't want intimacy, I wanted physical pleasure.
"Ah…Jacob," I mumbled. He reached around and unclasped my bra. I raised my eyebrow at him. He smirked.
"I may be a virgin, but I've gotten to second base before." I chuckled and threw the bra across the room. He stared at my bare chest.
"Bella," he said, voice gritty with lust. "You are perfect." He brought both hands up and cupped my breasts. Tingles surged through me. He bent down and started running his tongue over my left one, still fondling the right one.
I began moaning. His touch felt so good. I ran my fingers through his hair. His lips returned to my neck. I walked us backwards to the bed and sat on it.
"Strip," I ordered him. He raised his eyebrows at me. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest. He quickly removed his jeans, leaving only his briefs on. I could see a huge bulge and my eyes grew wide.
"Strip," he ordered me. I stood up and removed my pants. He smiled at the red lacy panties that matched my bra. I pulled them off and threw them across the room. He leaned down and continued to place kisses on my body.
"God, Bella," he mumbled. "You are so perfect." I chuckled. How many times had I heard that before?
I gently pushed him into a standing position and tugged on his briefs. He raised an eyebrow at me and quickly removed them. Huge.
I was on him then, licking and sucking his cock. The noises coming from him drove me further.
"B-Bella," he stammered, placing his hand on my hair. "I don't know how long I can last."
"Then don't," I said, glancing up at him. I continued to suck him. I would take as much of his shaft in my mouth as I could and when it got to be too much, I would focus on just the head. It was meant to drive them wild; with him being a virgin, I knew it would.
He lasted about a minute longer, exploding in my mouth. I casually lapped it up, never left any cum remaining. Then I took the head of him of placed it to my breast. I began to draw circles around it, moaning with the sensation.
It was as if it was suddenly too much for him. He pushed me back on the bed and hovered over me, lust radiating from his eyes. I knew I had him. I felt him at my core and stopped him. He looked at me quizzically and I handed him a condom. I never went bareback; that was asking for trouble. I used men, I didn't love them. Bareback was for those in an intimate relationship, those who trusted each other enough to not get hurt. After Edward, I would never trust men again.
After the condom was placed, he lined up. I looked into his eyes. "Last chance to back out, Jacob," I said. His answer was thrusting inside of me.
God he felt good! His huge cock rubbed my vaginal walls like no one else. It actually started the pleasure coursing through me early. He pulled out and entered again, modifying his rhythm. I knew he was doing that for my benefit, but as I said, I didn't make love; I fucked.
"You don't have to go slow, Jacob," I told him gently. He looked at me. "I like it fast and rough." As though I had spoken the magic word, his movement increased. I could tell it wouldn't be long for him, being a virgin and all. I probably wouldn't get off, but I planned on using him again.
He thrusted hard and deep. My pelvis smacked against his, driving both of us on. I gripped his hair as he licked and sucked my breast. I let out a soft moan.
"You feel so good," I told him. His breathing increased and he wrapped his arms around me.
"God, Bella, I can't believe this. You sure we'll do it again?" He was sweating and panting now.
I smiled. "Of course. Now that I've deflowered you, I have to teach you." He laughed lightly and increased his pace.
He actually held out longer than I thought he would. Several times he reached his peak and he would stop until the wave subsided. Then he'd start again, driving me to the brink.
I actually came before him. That was unusual; virgins usually last a few minutes. But I felt the explosion building. I gripped onto him tightly.
"Ja-Jacob," I panted. He looked into my eyes. "I'm going to cum. God, I don't want to, you feel so good. But I'm going to…." As soon as I got that out, I exploded. He continued his movement for a minute more, but I think my orgasm drove him to the brink. He arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut. I watched him as the orgasm hit, awed at how beautiful he looked. Because of the condom, I couldn't feel him spray inside me. And that was good; I hated the idea of cum inside. I was on birth control but the whole idea of it inside me disgusted me. My mouth was one thing, my vagina was something else.
His movement slowed and then stopped. He placed a kiss on my cheek and pulled out. I groaned from the loss of contact. He rolled over on his back, removing the condom and throwing it out. Then he reached over and pulled me to him.
"Thanks, Bella," he breathed into my hair.
"Don't thank me Jacob," I said. "It wasn't a service. I wanted to fuck you for while. And now I have."
He laughed lightly. "So, if I attend UCLA, will you be my sex ed teacher?"
"Of course. I'll be the one to teach you everything. And of course, no strings attached."
Jacob sighed. "Good. Thanks again, Bella."
"My pleasure, Jacob." And it was. It was always my pleasure.