Young Lust

It was January twelfth and Taylor knew he was finally on his way after his flight home had been delayed on account of the bad weather in Pennsylvania; she was looking forward to it. She'd missed him so much, settling for nights on the phone and texts messages. Maci was with her parents in Pittsburgh for a couple days and the house was empty. She looked in the mirror, checking over her makeup and growing nervous. She tugged her jeans over the round hips and smoothed out her blue tank top, satisfied with how she looked in the mirror. Smiling, she bit her bottom lip before heading back to the living room to wait. She didn't wait long, when she heard the sound of someone coming up the driveway on foot.

Dressed in a red hooded sweatshirt zipped up beneath a battered leather jacket that he wore open on account of the broken zipper, he was halfway frozen before he made it to the door. Lifting his hand to knock, he wasn't too surprised when the door opened before he got there.

The smile that met his eyes probably brought some comfort to his psyche. She let him in, then closed the door behind them and without waiting another minute, pushed into him and wrapped her arms around him, sighing as she muttered, "I'm glad you made it home..." She blushed at the word, backtracking, "erm... back… back here to my home."

He winced, trying not to groan as she squeezed his bruised ribs. "Easy, baby girl. Little tender 'round the edges."

She loosened up slightly and looked up at him, concerned, "are you okay?" She asked the question quietly, then lifted her hands to push the hood off his head, catching her breath slightly when she saw his face. The bridge of his nose was dark purple, extending down beneath both eyes, making him look almost sleepy. There was a cut on his eyebrow where his piercing used to be; the barbell had obviously been ripped out during the fight.

He shrugged at her question, and said nothing for a long moment while he looked at her before pulling one of his hands from his pocket and lifting it to the back of her head. She didn't notice the cuts on his knuckles, or the swollen fingers, but she did feel how gently he was touching her hair as if he was afraid one of them would break.

It made her sigh softly and close her eyes, only for a moment. A few moments later, she reopened them and said softly, "I missed you..."

"You too." He replied, putting his hand under her chin to tilt her head up so he could kiss her. He understood that much of their dynamic. She liked it when he did that and he was getting better at it.

She kissed him back, gently, fingers moving up and gently tracing his features. She was careful to not hurt him more. Breathing deeply through her nose, she made a slight noise before pushing into slightly, slowly losing herself to him. Spiraling with no way to stop herself.

He broke off first, breathless but sporting that little half-smile that was as close to a grin as he got. "Feels good to be back home," he murmured, letting his eyes close for a second as she clung to him.

Sighing, she opened her eyes as she leaned against him, thoughts going throughout her mind for a moment before she tilted her head upwards and mumbled as his eyes were closed, "I want to go all the way..."

What? She wants what?

His eyes opened, locking on hers as the meaning sank in. He hadn't been with anyone in that way since he was seventeen, since the hotel room in Burlington with Hannah. "I... really? You sure?"

She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, "yeah. Been thinking about it since you left for your fight. This is something I want to do, I'm sure of it."

"Alright." He nodded slowly, breaking eye contact long enough to look around. "We alone?"

She nodded, "mom and dad took Maci to Pittsburgh for a couple days to spoil her. No one else is here."

Instead of saying anything in response to that, he grabbed her and pulled her in close again, kissing her lips. It was then that she noticed he wasn't wearing his lip ring like usual. In fact, the only piercings he had in were his ears and the stud in his nose. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back and pressing her hands against the back of his neck. Pulling back just slightly, she mumbled, "bedroom... is upstairs..."

He chuckled softly, and looked down at her. "Ain't in no shape to carry you up them stairs." Holding out his hand to her, he linked his fingers with hers and let her pull him towards the stairs.

Shaking her head as they walked up there, she told him, "I didn't mean you had to carry me. I got two legs, I can walk." She grinned as they topped the stairs, and headed down the hallway in the quiet house.

"Was a joke, TK." He said in that low voice of his, watching her ass in those jeans as she led him towards her bedroom. He wasn't sure he could even do this, could perform the way she wanted him to. He tried to focus on her body, on the way her fingers in his made him feel. The sense of belonging was nice. 

Pushing the door open, the room was clearly that of a girly-girl, purples and pinks, but the accents and touches of black told more of a story than her words could have done. She turned around and looked him over, chewing on her lip. This was a new step, and she waited for him. She'd done the forward part.

Taking her cue, he moved past her into the room, looking around at the posters on her walls. He turned back towards her, and caught the look of trepidation on her face, trying to make a joke of it. Was she picking up on his own unease? "Goin' shy on me now?"

She shook her head, "no. I'm just... tired of being the instigator."

He fell silent, and looked down at his shoes that were leaving wet marks on the floor as the snow melted and dripped off them. "Yeah," he sighed softly, and reached up to rub the back of his neck. "I... ain't much of a starter." He didn't tell her that she'd be his second ever, provided he managed to get her into that pink and purple bed. Instead he just lifted his head and looked at her with those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she shook her head and giggled softly before moving to him, pulling his leather coat off his shoulders and lobbing it over her computer chair. Looking back at him, slender fingers reached for the zipper and pulled down on it, repeating the process until she got to his T-shirt and instead of taking it off him, she slipped warm fingers under it, massaging slightly at the warming skin beneath them.

His skin jumped at her touch, and he sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers skimmed over his bruised ribs. "Tay..." he started to say her name, and then broke off as her hands met behind his back, trailing up his spine. He shivered, and looked down at her, feeling a little bolder as he reached for her. His fingers caught the edge of her blue tank top, and drifted beneath, tentatively touching her skin in return.

She swallowed hard, sighed and closing her eyes slightly. Pushing up on his shirt, she relieved him of it, tossing it down before she looked over the bruises. Tilting her head, she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against them, almost taking care to try and make him feel better.

Without his shirt he felt a little too exposed, especially now that she could see the trail of black and blue that went from his neck right down to the waistband of his jeans. It wasn't the same as when he'd been with Hannah all those years ago. They weren't badges of honor now. They were just evidence of his failure. "Can ya turn down the lights?" He asked her softly, trembling slightly under her tender kisses to his chest.

She pulled back without a word, nodding as she went for the lights. Turning them off, casting the room in darkness for a moment before she flipped on her TV, and setting it to whatever random music channel she could find that had halfway decent music. Looking back to him, she took his hand and pulled him to her bed, gently. Pushing him down to sitting, she looked him over and asked quietly, "are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm alright. Just..." he didn't finish off the thought, instead taking her hand in his. He placed it against his thigh, and held it there, looking at her. When he was sitting, they were pretty close to eye level. He sighed, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling her closer until she was between his legs. "Lemme see you," he mumbled, lifting her shirt slowly off her body and over her head. His breath caught as he looked at her in the faint light of the TV. She looked good, even in her bra and jeans-- better than those pictures he'd been drooling over for weeks.

She'd been in and out of her clothes so many times, that it didn't faze her anymore. She breathed in deep, making her chest heave slightly and fill out her bra the rest of the way. She shivered slightly, biting her lip. A slight smile came to her lips as she said, "like what you see?"

"Yeah," he said with a slow smile creeping across his lips. "I like everything 'bout ya." Continuing to stare, he nodded his head slightly, and then reached out with a shaking hand to pop the button on her jeans. "Show me more?"

She could tell he was nervous, catching her lip with her teeth, before taking his hand softly and asking without a bit of ridicule or malice, "Alex... have you done this before? We don't have to, if you're not comfortable."

He laughed at her question, "yeah, I have. I ain't no virgin or nothin'. There's been girls..." He bit his lip, chewing on the spot where that ring usually pierced through and looked away from her eyes. "Just none of them's been..." he tried to think of a way to finish that didn't paint him as a freak, "uh... y'know, as special as you."

She shook her head and placed both hands behind his head, pulling him towards her bare, flat stomach as she muttered, "ain't nothin' special about me. Not if you knew more than what you do now."

"Know enough," he said firmly, his breath warm against her skin. "Nothin' you can tell me that's gonna change how I feel." He kissed her flat belly, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Y'don't gotta give me any outs, 'less you don't wanna do this. I won't be mad or nothin'."

"Course I wanna do this," she replied quietly, eyes closed, loving the feeling of his lips on her stomach, "I made up my mind a long time ago." Without a word, she slipped her hands down, arms over his, and started to push her jeans down over her round hips, as he kissed her stomach again.

Her pants hit the floor, and he lifted his head, leaning back to look at her there in nothing more than her bra and panties. Slowly, he pulled his hands out from under hers and reached up to unclasp her bra. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, flashing that little smile again. "C'mere," he inclined his head towards the bed that he sat on.

She moved wordlessly, her breaths short and shaky for the moment as she sat down and scooted back towards her pillows. The purple comforter cushioned her backside, as the pillows cushioned her body and she looked at him expectantly and swallowed hard. "Why are you over there?" she mumbled when he hesitated for a little bit too long.

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood up. Unbuckling his pants, he let the heavy buckle carry them to the floor before stepping out of them and crawling towards her. "Here now."

Biting her bottom lip, she pulled him close, kissing him hard she pushed one of his hands up and over her chest. Wrapping her arm around him she pulled down as she pushed her hips against his.

He'd been shy before, but now that he was on top of her, he was definitely coming alive. He rested his weight on one arm, his fingers exploring every inch before he bent his head, drawing her nipple in between his lips to suckle on it.

She gasped and sighed, closing her eyes and let out a slight moan. Her fingers kneaded her head as he worked over her body. Lips parted and she breathed in and out that way, voicing her need for more.

He didn't disappoint, turning his attention to the other one before kissing his way slowly down her body, savoring every inch. He paused at her bellybutton, swirling his tongue around it before lifting his head to look up at her. "Tell me whatcha want, Taylor."

Her mind was swirling itself and she fought to grasp any thought. After a silent moment, she muttered, "I... I don't know..."

He bit his lip, studying her a moment longer before he moved down a little lower, grabbing the edge of her panties, "lift up," he said quietly, and she complied, letting him slide her panties down. "Know what I wanna do... taste you."

Her insides did flips as her eyes moved down and pierced his, "do it," she mumbled breathlessly. It was nice, finally, someone who took charge AND asked her what she wanted.

Alex nodded, and lowered his head again, kissing his way slowly towards the warm place he most wanted to be. Before he got that far he slipped a finger inside, feeling the wetness that was already there. Moving in a little deeper, he found a spot that made her moan softly, and then replaced it with a flick of his tongue. He thrust his tongue inside her, doing the same swirling motion that he'd done to her bellybutton.

She arched up and moaned, her hips moving in time with him. Shifting, she urged him forward, wordlessly begging for more and more. She knew, that soon, his fingers and tongue wouldn't be enough for her.

He kept going, good enough at picking up her signals to know what she wanted. He nibbled and sucked, keeping up the teasing until she was trembling and then he withdrew. He'd watched enough porn that he knew this was the part where foreplay was supposed to end and the real action was meant to begin. "You wanna do... somethin' to me?" He asked with a shy little grin.

She nodded, calming herself as she pushed herself upwards and shoved him down on her bed. Kissing his lips, hard, she reached between them and grabbed his manhood, wrapping her slender, warm fingers around him before she started stroking and kissing down his chest, heading towards the one spot he wanted her to go.

He shivered, letting his eyes close as he gave himself over to her touch. She didn't stop moving, casting a glance up at him, she lowered her lips around him and started to move her head, brown curls bouncing with her pace.

He groaned, biting his lip as if he was afraid of making too much noise and bucked his hips slightly, giving her that wordless encouragement that made it clear he was enjoying it. Small hands massaged him in other places, trying to make him happy, breathing in and out through her nose. Brown eyes moved upwards, looking towards his face, just to be sure that he was enjoying himself as much as she was enjoying pleasing him.

From the look on his face, she would have believed him right then and there if he'd told her this was his first time. He looked like he'd died and gone to heaven, grinning like she'd never seen him do before. He was breathing hard already, almost panting as his eyes locked on hers.

She pulled up from where she was, stopping what she was doing. Licking over her lip as she crawled back up his body, she pressed her lips against his before pulling back and nibbling his lip, muttering, "don't want you to blow too fast, now do we?"

He swallowed hard, finding his voice, "slow an' steady's fine by me," he laughed, pulling her in closer. He kissed her again, almost as if he was addicted to touching and tasting her. Maybe he was. "But we got all night... don't we?"

She nodded and snuggled close to him, making sure he could feel how warm her small body was. Breathing in, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him slowly, nibbling on his earlobe, whispering, "take charge, Alex. Lead the way."

He tightened his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. Thankfully the bed was wide enough to give them space for that. He wasn't the sort who was into the kinkier things, or any sort of experimenting, so he went for the standard missionary position. "You got..." his voice grew softer, "any condoms?"

"Birth control love," she told him, and then added, "but if you don't trust it, I got some condoms, in the night stand drawer."

"S'ok." He smiled down at her, his brown eyes almost black in the low light as he watched her face while he slowly entered her, taking care as though he was worried he'd hurt her.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted, gasping in a breath. It'd been awhile for her, and he hurt, but she didn't tell him. Her fingers trailed up his body, holding onto him and trying to not hurt him in the process. She moved her hips up, against him, yearning to take all of him.

A low groan came from between his lips as she moved against him. It had been too long since that first time and he was dangerously close to blowing his load already. "Feels so good," he mumbled, finding a slow rhythm that buried him deep inside her, hoping he could last long enough to please her.

She squirmed and moaned beneath him, arching her back and whining softly. Chewing on her bottom lip, she mumbled back to him, "it's better than good." Sighing, she pulled him down and pressed her lips against his.

He kissed her and then pulled back abruptly, stilling his movements as he tried to keep himself from orgasm already. She thought something was wrong, her brows furrowing as she looked up. Chewing on her lip, she asked, "are you okay?"

"Yeah..." his voice shook a little, filled with embarrassment, "just... y'know. Too good. Too much."

She smiled and bit her lip, "sorry." It made her feel good, that she was that wanted, that he'd almost already lost it.

He bowed his head, feeling his cheeks getting warm. "I ain't gonna last too much longer..." he kept his eyes down, clearing his throat softly, "an' I wanna feel you on top."

She shifted her hips a little and bit her lip, groaning as she pushed him and rolled them over, pressing him down against the bed and wasting little time in pushing him into her again. Her smallish body quivered above him as she tilted her head back and arched a little. Moaning quietly she rolled her hips against his before looking back down towards his face.

"God, yeah." He sighed, reaching up to cup her perfect breasts, staring up at her as he bit his lip. "So beautiful." He bucked his hips, meeting her motions so that she took in every inch of him. She grunted and moaned, pressing her hands down against his chest as she rode him, gasping and moving without hesitation, finding herself getting more into it as she reached down between her own legs to get herself off, hopefully at the same time as he did.

When he came, it was with an open-mouthed and completely silent scream. Tendons stood out in his arms and his neck as he let his head fall back against the pillows. "Goddamn..." he whispered, letting his eyes close as he pulled her down on top of him. Nobody had ever made him feel as good as she did. Nobody.