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Lilly

Greyson reaches over to the bedside table, his hands rummaging around until he brings out a box of unopened condoms.

I can see his hands shaking as he struggles to tear the plastic wrapper off, but he manages to do it before taking a purple squared foil out. As he’s about to tear that open, my hand reaches out, grabbing onto his shaken one.

“Can I?” I ask, gesturing toward the condom.

I’ve never put one on before, unless you count putting it on a banana in high school when the school had a sex education week.

He blinks, staring down at our hands before nodding. Taking it from him, my own nerves heighten as I bring it to my mouth and tear it open, spitting the lose piece of foil to the side—my eyes not once leaving his.

Breaking eye contact, I swallow and lean forward, slowly rolling it down his veiny cock. He groans as I do so, his cock jerking at the movement as my hand slides down him.

“You nervous?” I ask, looking at him once the condom is in place.

“Yeah, a little—okay, ma ybe a lot,” he chuckles, the nerves obvious in his voice. “But I want to do this, with you .”

I’m a little nervous too, but I try not to show that to him. I’m worried that if I do, he’ll hesitate and won’t want to carry on. And I want nothing more than to carry on right now.

The anticipation is electric, and I could feel my heart racing at a million miles per second. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself and will myself to focus on the task at hand.

This isn’t about me and my needs though, this is about Greyson and making him feel as comfortable as I possibly can.

“Just relax for me, okay?” I whisper softly as I swing my right leg over his waist, straddling him.

My voice carries a calm reassurance, but inside, my heart is hammering so hard it feels like my chest is going to explode.

The nerves are gnawing at me, creating a storm of anxiety, yet also excitement. I tried to remind myself to breathe…to stay composed. I wanted his first time to be perfect, and I wanted to be his anchor, his calm in the storm, even if my own emotions were running wild.

I need to stay composed for him though because he’s trusting me with this huge fucking thing that to some doesn’t mean anything, but to him, it means everything.

“I am relaxed.” He grumbles, though his voice carries a slight hint of defensiveness.

I give him a pointed look, my hands steadying on his chest. “I can feel how tense you are.”

“You make me nervous.” He admits, his voice softens as his eyes meet mine.

I make him nervous? Fuck. He makes me nervous. Every time I’m around him my heart does somersa ults, and it feels like my brain turns to mush. Words get tangled up in my head, and I have to fight against the urge to stutter when I talk to him. It’s like he has this power over me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before, and being with him, even with all the nerves, is worth every moment.

"Can I take this off?" I ask, gripping his dress shirt in my hand.

"Y-yes." He stammers.

Reaching my hands toward the bottom buttons, I try my hardest to go as fast as I can so he couldn't see my hands shaking. But once I get to the final buttons, the fuckers refuse to come out. Groaning, my hands shake more as I try to release them, but then suddenly Greyson is grabbing my hands and he's ripping his dress shirt open, the final few buttons scattering across the floor.

I gasp, watching his muscles harden as he leans forward slightly and removes the material from his body and throws it across the room, and then he leans back, letting out a shudder of a breath.

Holy shit. If I wasn't turned on before, I certainly am now.

“You ready?” I ask, searching his face for any signs that he doesn’t want to do this anymore.

He nods.

“I need words, baby.” I tell him as I reach between us and stroke his cock.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” he grunts, reaching his hands out to squeeze at my hips. He takes a deep breath and then says. “I’m ready.”

I nod, inhaling a sharp breath myself. Gripping his cock tighter, I slide it up and down my slit, coating the condom in my arousal before lining him up.

Holy fuck.

This is really about to happen.

Greyson’s about to lose his virginity…to me.

Once I feel his tip break through me, I let out a satisfied moan before sinking down further, gasping at how much he’s stretching me—not once taking my eyes off him—my fingers dig into his skin as I lower myself more.

I’m so full, and he’s not even fully inside of me yet. And it’s in this moment that I decide I’m fucked because Greyson has officially ruined me.

A grunt, so sexy, and so fucking hot leaves the back of his throat as I continue lowering myself, and his fingers digging into my hip just adds to the pleasure and pain.

Once I feel my skin touch his, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and stay there, not only allowing myself to get used to the size of him, but also allowing him to get accustomed to me.

And yep, I’m officially ruined. Physically, mentally, and everything elseally. Fuck, I’m just making up words at this point.

“Holy fuck, Greyson, you’re so big.” I whimper, biting down on my lip to try and divert the pain.

“And you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, his fingers digging further into my hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “You need to move, baby. I don’t think—” he pauses, and his cock twitches inside me. “Oh fuck. Lilly, move, please .”

I nod, lifting myself up before slamming back down again. We both moan as I repeat the action on a loop.

I c ould already feel my stomach tightening. He’s so deep inside me that I could literally feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix each time I lowered myself down, and I swear my lip is bleeding where I’m biting down on it so hard.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he hisses, his eyelids fluttering. “You feel so good.”

My head tilts back as pleasure courses through me. Leaning forward, he brings a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking around it, and it only adds to the pleasure more.

I’ve never felt this satisfied before. It’s like everything I knew flew out the window, and I’m experiencing sex for the first time. And in a way, I am. Because before Greyson, I’d never actually ridden a cock before…but I wanted to with him.

Call me selfish, but I wanted this to be the way he lost his virginity—with me in control, giving him the pleasure he deserves.

I wanted him to remember the look on my face as I lowered myself down onto him, and I wanted him to see the clear pleasure displayed on my face as I erupted from all corners of my mind…and I wanted him to remember it was all because of him .

“Oh fuck, Greyson.” I hiss, biting down on my lip as I sink down again.

How is he filling me so perfectly?

It’s like all my life I’ve felt there was a void, something vital missing. Then along came Greyson, and he filled that emptiness with everything I never knew I needed. Each moment with him felt like I was discovering a new piece of my soul, one that fits perfectly and makes me feel whole for the first time. He’s my missing puzzle piece, the one who turned my world from monochrom e to vibrant colors.

My hips move forward, grinding my clit up against his pelvis, making the sexiest groan escape his lips. His Adam’s apple bops up, and I’m fixated on it as I desperately rub myself against him like a cat in heat.

“I like it when you do that.” He confesses in a shallow breath.

So I continue doing exactly that, lifting myself up until his tip is just in, and then sinking myself down before rolling my hips.

“Fuck.” He curses, his jaw tightening as he tilts his head back.

I grip his jaw, aiming his face toward me. “Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I warn him. “I want to see the effect I have on you.” The effect you have on me .

“A lot, a whole fucking lot.” He grits out.

Gripping his chain necklace, I pull him forward and smash my lips to his. It’s a sloppy kiss. Desperate and all so consuming. Feeling myself clench around him, I continue riding, grinding, and kissing him. And then suddenly, the build up in my stomach intensifies and I bite down on his lip as a wave of euphoria rushes through me.

“Greyson!” I cry out his name, my nails digging into his skin as I ride out my high—quite literally.

I feel his fingers twist at my nipple, and I throw my head back, crying out as my movements become faster, needier, and desperate.

It’s been a few minutes, how the fuck have I come that quick? And why could I feel another one building up?

I rock my hips forward, feeling every inch of him inside me, stretching me out, and making my brain fumble.

“I want to try something.” He says between groans.

“Do what you want, baby. Use me.” I tell him, and I mean it.

He grips my hips tighter, thrusti ng his own up to meet my desperate bounces, and I cry out as my head jolts backward. My pussy clenches around him, and my nipples harden more.

The bed creeks as he continues thrusting up into me, I grip at his shoulders to balance myself as my tits bounce in his face, and he takes that as the perfect opportunity to suck one into his mouth.

My eyes travel down to where we connect, and I gulp, seeing his cock thrust in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

Our eyes meet, and then our lips shortly follow.

“Fuck,” he grunts, holding my hips tighter as his thrust up. “You feel so fucking amazing, Lilly.”

I cry out more, my moans intensifying as he meets each thrust of mine. His forehead is covered in sweat, his hair sticking to it and I don’t know why I find that so attractive.

I reach a hand out, brushing it through his hair and clutch down on it as his cock reaches my cervix and I scream out his name, begging him for more.

“Baby, I’m so close.” He bites down on my neck, making me hiss.

“Then use me, Greyson. Use me to come.”

And he does exactly that. I still my movements, my thighs burn, but the pleasure on his face was worth every moment of pain I was currently experiencing.

He leans forward, his mouth trailing kisses along my neck, sucking that sweet spot I love so much before trailing more kisses across my collarbone, chest, and then he sucks a nipple into my mouth making me whimper as my legs shake uncontrollably.

“I love the little whimpers that come from you when I do that.” He groans, his thrust becoming more e rratic.

And I fucking love you doing that to me.

“Fuck, Lilly.” He grits his teeth together, his jaw tightening as his cock twitches inside me.

My stomach flips, and the pleasure courses through my whole body like lightening has struck me. I shake, shiver, and moan, all at the same time he does.

I could feel the condom fill up, the warmth warming my walls as we both ride out our orgasms together.

My forehead drops to his, both our breaths come out in ragged gasps, and our chests heave up and down in rapid movements.

Stars.

I’m seeing fucking stars.

A whole goddamn constellation.

“That was…” Greyson catches his breath, his eyes meeting mine. “ Fuck .”

Fuck indeed.