Girl-Nerds Like it Harder (Erotic Romance) Book 1 Page 5

  “Oh, fuck!” he said. His body trembled. I felt so damn bad-ass!

  I pumped his shaft, watched him engorge and grow by fractions as he became more and more aroused. I might have been inexperienced, but I knew at least this: The more men come, the longer they last. I grinned at that thought because the way I felt now, I wanted a long fuck, slow and deep.

  Then I wanted another.

  And another.

  I moved my left hand to my clit and started massaging, licking and kissing and sucking Clayton all the while. He pumped into me, still too gently. “Fuck me!” I ordered, my words muffled from his shaft still in my mouth. When he didn’t, I bit him gently.

  “Ahh!” he cried.

  I pulled out. “I said, fuck me!”

  He did, still not too hard, but hard enough for me to finally feel it, to feel him. The top of his cock scraped the back of my throat three times and I felt his excitement.

  When I pulled out again his shaft looked fucking huge, glistening with moisture. I felt myself starting to lose control, starting to feel like all I needed finally was completion.

  I stood up.

  My eyes fluttered back, a new rush of moisture washed me down below. I literally dropped onto Clayton’s body against the wall. My bravado was gone. Right then I admitted it to myself. I didn’t know why, but I freaking loved this guy. That’s how I felt. That’s how I’d felt since I’d met him but had never admitted it...

  I was sick of trying to hold back my emotions. Suddenly it became about wanting his warmth inside me, feeling him pump his seed into me, because now it meant something damn it!

  “Ready?” he said in my ear. I realized I was clutching him, holding him by his back, my ear to his chest.

  His shaft grazed my nether lips. “Yes,” I croaked. I no longer wanted to play the bad girl and say “fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.” Suddenly, I just wanted to lie down, to spread my legs, and have this man, this man who looked like a boy, enter me, please me, and to tell me that he loves me.

  Clayton put an arm around my back and another under my legs and lifted me! My lips reached my ears with a smile. This was too much. He laid me on his bed, pushed my legs open, then started kissing me below—again!

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Inside, inside me, please, inside.”

  Clayton grabbed his shaft, touched my bottom lips with it. I was so wet when he slid into me that I barely felt it. Until he started thrusting...

  It didn’t take long, for me at least.

  I came hard.

  I came quickly.

  My pussy walls squeezed his cock while I buried my forehead on his collar-bone and held onto him for dear life as my legs spasmed and contracted and my back arched, thrusting my pelvis into him.

  And then he came, a long, moaning roar escaping him. It had started slow, building up, then crashed out. Both of us cried and growled in unison. As he continued to come, squeezing every last bit of himself into me, I heard myself cry “oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Clayton, baby, mmmmmmm.” Then I cried out a bunch of other things: gasps and sobs and squeaks and deep breaths.

  I looked down at us, where we were now joined, watched his pelvis hit mine, raised my legs and let him pound me harder, the slap of skin sounding like the melodic violins of a grand orchestra.

  Finally he finished, pushing his hard-on deep within me, touching that back wall again. Moisture glistened all over our chests. He exhaled. “Wow,” he said. “Just. Fucking. Wow!”

  I wanted to say something else other than ‘wow.’ That banner ad. But I didn’t. I held him, held him tight, made him lie on top of me, still inside me, and squeezed his lower back with my legs.

  Don’t leave me, I thought. Don’t leave me.

  I looked away and tickled his back, up his spine. We lay like that for ages. He didn’t ask to take himself out of me, and I didn’t suggest it.

  Much later, he got hard again. So he fucked me again. I came for the umpteenth time, whimpering, moaning, falling ever more in love with this man-boy as the night rolled by. He, unlike me, took a while to come this time, a long while. He had to pump so hard that all I heard was the slapping of his pelvis against my ass as he worked and worked and worked to get enough stimulation after I’d widened from total exhaustion down below, completely spent.

  When he did come, a rumbling “uuuuuurrrghhhhh” sound left him. He squeezed his eyes as the last bits of ecstasy crushed out of him.

  Again, he lay on me. Again, I squeezed my legs behind his back.

  Again, who knows how much later, I felt him hard again.

  The sun was coming up. Had I slept? Had he?

  He started moving gently inside me, side to side, then back and forth.

  I smiled. But this smile had no wickedness or bad-assness in it. This was the smile of warmth, of kindness, of pleasure. It was the smile of needing someone, and having him, right here.

  “Do me from behind,” I said. “Like on our first time.”

  He turned me around, put his cock inside me and I wetted instantly. The smell of our sex was so strong now that it made me euphorically light-headed.

  He pounded into me. Back and forth, fast and hard, then slowly, lightly, all of it. He made me close my legs, placed my feet between his knees, and it quadrupled the sensation, his legs straddling my ankles, his cock in my now-tighter pussy.

  He leaned over my back and put one hand on my clit, rubbed it as he entered and exited me. With his other hand he fondled my breast, making me feel for the first time in my life like I had a D cup, or at least that it didn’t matter. I began pulsing. My legs started shaking. While his hard cock pushed and pulled, his finger stimulated my nub until I finally gasped, breathed out heavily, and said, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Oh shit, I’m gonna come doggy-style!”

  He sped up, lengthy thrusts deep into the furthest parts of me and then—

  I yowled. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ohhh....yeah!” My body shook. My back arched. My feet lifted and stayed there as spasms nailed me in and out and around my crotch and hamstrings. My stomach sank and lifted, my mouth opened, unable to close. Sounds echoed from deep within my lungs. I slammed my ass into his pelvis, wanting to feel him further and deeper in me. Then he came. That manly growl that I’d come to know so well tonight reverberated in and out of the room’s walls as his cock hardened and twitched and jerked left and right and up and down against my insides.

  His hands pulled me back by my waist and his pelvis slapped my ass and I heard his quivering “Ohhhhhhhhhh god this is soooooooo goooooooood.”

  Slap, slap, slap, slap. One final slam. He held himself in me... “Oh, god!” was his final growl. And then, after one more exhalation, he said, probably not thinking clearly, “Oh, Layla, I think I...love you.”

  My skin went cold.

  -7-

  Of course, I panicked. I pulled out from his cock so fast that I heard a squishing pop. I turned to look at him, confused and aghast. He was still hard, just a little. My moisture was all over him. He looked like...he was mine.

  No, no, this was too close. Way too close! This ‘experiment’ had been a sick idea by a childish girl and... Fuck!

  “Layla, what is it? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

  I looked out the window. “It’s stopped snowing. I need to go.”

  I slid into my panties, put on my shirt and jeans and shoes.

  “Layla, please, I’m sorry. What did I do?”

  I paused. I didn’t know which was worse, that I loved him, or that he loved me. What I did know was that love only led to pain. My mother had taught me that. Her screams had taught me that.

  My dad had also loved me. He’d loved me so much that he’d gone out on the night of his death, on an icy road, to stock up on Pepsi for my ongoing birthday party... Because he knew I liked Pepsi. I just fucking loved the stuff.

  I hate it now. Tastes like blood to me.

  My ‘experiment’ was finished. The results had been unexpected.
I knew now that there was indeed such a thing as love, a mystical quality that had nothing to do with ones and zeroes and wires and chemistry or hormones. It had to do with two people who felt so strongly for each other that the idea of losing the other would kill them.

  Just like mom had lost dad. How I had lost him... When that car hit him. She died as well after that. Her body kept moving and operating, but she’s been dead ever since.

  The conclusions were clear. I had always believed in love, somewhere inside of me. I’d just never wanted it. Now I saw that. Now I saw the truth of why I’d waited so long, why I hadn’t let myself get close...

  That wasn’t a logical conclusion. The math didn’t add up. And I knew it myself.

  But I didn’t care.

  “Clayton,” I said, my hand on his doorknob, “I’m so sorry.”

  I walked out.

  When I got home, cold and shivering, my teeth chattering, I opened up my laptop and deleted that damned spreadsheet, then emptied the recycle bin.

  I cried.

  I fired up my browser and saw that my laptop had a virus. How ironic. Endless pop-ups filled my screen promising all sorts of fortunes, lottery winnings, hot one-night stands.

  One pop-up caught my eye: FIND LOVE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD!

  I updated my antivirus.

  Then I nuked that fucker.

  THE BEGINNING...

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  BOOK TWO

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