Page 78 of Touch Me

He nodded and shoved a blond curl behind his ear.

“Do you want me to leave? Because I can go right now.”

He shook his head and ran his palms up his thighs. “No.”

“Good. So, relax. This’ll be fun.”

Although he nodded, the look on his face was utter confusion and verging on terrified. Maybe this was why the cute and cocky Jay was still a virgin.

Was he scared of failure?

My father was scared of failing. So scared, in fact, that he wasn’t willing to try anything new. It was a crippling condition . . . one that was a major detriment to his business.

Annoyed that my brain was finding these inconvenient thoughts, I ramped up my moves by putting one knee on the bed to pat the mattress between us, beckoning Jay over. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll have women lining up to have sex with you.”

His eyes bulged, and his cock bounced beneath my bra that was still draped across his groin. “Come on, move over. I promise I won’t bite.” I gnashed my teeth together for a little bit of fun.

Jay scanned the corners of the room again. Maybe he was searching for a camera or something.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No. No.” He cleared his throat, and as he wriggled over, the bra slid off. His erection was impossible to miss.

“Looks like someone is keen.” I tossed my bra onto the floor.

He released a nervous giggle, but his smile indicated he was finally beginning to relax. I sat on the bed so our hips were together, then reached for his hand and guided it to my breast. He squeezed. . . a little tentative at first, but when I glided my hand up and down his thigh, he massaged harder.

“I’d like you to pinch my nipple, not too hard.”

Like the perfect student, Jay obeyed, and his breathing became deeper. His hairless chest rose and fell as he experimented with his claim to my breast. Watching this young man squeeze my nipple with such devoted concentration rained shivers through me.

I squirmed on the sheet as the head of his dick moved beneath his underpants, stretching the fabric with his growing arousal.

I couldn’t stand the restraint anymore. I pushed my young toy boy back onto the bed and climbed up to straddle him with my knees either side of his hips. The bulge in his pants nudged my bottom, and I pushed back against him, running my pussy along his groin.

His hard pole, trapped within his underpants, provided the perfect blend of friction for my clit. I rolled my hips up and down, grinding my pussy over his length in long, slow strokes.

Jay’s eyes glazed slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

His youth reminded me of Joel, the first boy I thought I’d lose my virginity to. But Joel and I were young and naïve and had no idea what we were doing. Joel had ejaculated before we’d even reached penetration.

I’d been so blinded by the thrill of the moment that I hadn't realized it was over until Joel wriggled off me and zipped up his cum-stained jeans.

I dragged my attention to the young man beneath me. If his clenched jaw was anything to go by, Jay was close to the point of no return.

But he still had so much more to learn before he did that. I slipped my hips forward, easing away from his groin, and placed my hands on his chest.

“Have you ever tasted a woman?” I plucked his right nipple, and he hissed a breath between his teeth.

His eyes bulged, and he shook his head. I leaned forward to dangle my breasts above his face.

“Run your tongue over my nipple.” He did as he was told.

“Good, that’s good. Now roll it around.”

His tongue was hot and slick, and his warm breath floated over the moisture, drawing goosebumps across my flesh.

Jay latched his lips around my nipple and sucked. The unexpected action was a detonation to my already pulsing clit. Jay was good. A natural. Not too rough, not too soft.