Sex (Nash Grier)

3. Like a Virgin

I've been avoiding Nash for the longest time, for a week, I think. When I told Eva and Mandy what happened, they flipped, but said I should take advantage of it. I don't know how, and I don't want to.

We got out of school and I was walking home when a large hand wrapped around my wrist. It quickly spun me around to face Nash. "Avoiding me?" he asked, seductively.

"N-No..." I replied, rather wimpishly. I'm usually very confident but mine seems to diminish whenever I'm around him.

"Sure. I can drive you home, if you want?" he offered.

"No thanks, I'm fine walking." I felt a rain drop on my head and sighed.

"At this rate, it's gonna downpour. I promise, nothing weird will happen, I'm just being nice." I thought for a while, then nodded.

"But don't give me that fuckboy crap, it's annoying." I said, serious.

"Yes ma'am." he walked me to his sleek, black Lexus and opened the door for me. It was very clean inside and smelled like cinnamon. He got in too, and started the car. "Ok. Where's your house?"

"45 Cherry Lane." he smirked, most likely happy that he knows my address.

"We're so close." he mumbled.

"What?"

"Our homes." we drove in silence, just listening to the sound of rain hitting the windows. I was thinking about why he found a sudden interest in me... Then again, I only liked him because he was hot.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my knee. I was startled at first but didn't do anything about it. It kind of felt nice, there. We were at a stop sign, in scary traffic. It wasn't confined spaces I was worried about, it was him touching me even more. "You have goosebumps already. Jordan, I barely touched you." he chuckled and smirked as we sat, quietly.

"It's a little cold... You have the AC on." I replied. He nodded and turned on the heat. His hand moved a little higher, up my thigh, and soon to my core. I instantly regretted wearing a dress and such thin panties. He placed his flat hand on my wet core, grazing his finger on my slit. I bit my lip to hold back any moans that would leave my mouth.

"You... s-said nothing weird."

"It's not weird. I'm breaking the tension." The traffic moved a lot and he pressed hard on the gas. His finger pushed harder on me, touching my clit. I let out a scarily loud moan, then bit my lip. Why would you do that? Now he knows he can get you to moan.

He grunted a little, then coughed to make it seem like nothing. I looked down at his pants to see a growing member. "Calm little Nashty down and remove your hand." I said, sternly. He chuckled and moved it away.

"You were so wet. I wanted you right here and now." he smirked at me, then pulled up to my house.

He was right. It was down pouring. I saw a text from my mom saying my dad and her are on another business trip and Danny is at a sleepover. "Need some company?" he asked. He was glancing over at the text.

"I'm fine." He shook his head, grabbed an umbrella from the back, and opened the door. He opened the umbrella, walked over to my side, then opened my door.

"I insist. I won't touch you... As long as you don't want me to." I sighed and walked out and with him to my house. "But if you're a little sexually frustrated... don't think twice." he whispered the last part in my ear.

We walked in and I locked the door. "I'll take your jacket and umbrella. Just take your shoes off at the door." I said, timidly. I was still recovering from what happened in the car.

I hung up his coat and umbrella then walked over to him. "So... what do you want to do?" I asked.

"You."

"Shut up. I'm serious."

"So am I." I sighed and walked into the living room.

"My friends said to take advantage of this but.... I don't think I can. You're repulsive, you know." I said, smirking.

"Your friends are smart. This is an amazing opportunity, release all of your frustrations onto me." I sighed and gave in.

"Listen. I don't usually do this stuff. But maybe... maybe just this once. If you're tiny or aren't good or whatever, this is the last time." he nodded, smiling wide. I reached out my hand and he took it. I lead him upstairs, nervously.

We walked into my room and I pushed him onto my bed. I climbed onto his torso, bent down, connected our lips, and rocked my hips back and forth. He eventually got the hint and placed his hands on my waist and helped rock them. He licked my bottom lip and I allowed him access. Our tongues fought for dominance, a rather serious battle. I wanted to win but so did he. He eventually flipped us over and rolled his package onto my heated pussy. He let out a moan and bit my lip. "Fuck." I laughed a little. "Don't laugh. You're so fucking hot, I can't take it." he kissed down my valley, then slowly pulled up my dress.

"Oh. Am I a tease?" I asked, pulling him back up kissing along his jaw. He didn't even notice me unbuttoning his shirt from all of the love bites I was giving him. He was a moaning mess, to be completely honest.

I moved my kisses to his lips, elongating each one before biting his lip and laying back. "The biggest tease... How'd my shirt... wow." I smirked and watched as he unbuckled his pants. He threw them on the floor, then pulled off my panties, doing the same. "You'll love this." he lowered himself at my entrance and started to kitten lick my clit. I couldn't help but moan out his name.

"Fuck, Nash." he smirked and added a finger, going at a fast pace. "Shit..." he added another finger, going faster and deeper. He curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot, and making my back arch. I yelled some profanities as I climaxed and soon fell back down, out of breath.

"Feel good?"

I breathed deeply and nodded. "Surprisingly." he smirked, rolling his eyes, and he walked away. "Where are you going?"

"Finding a condom. We aren't done, babe." he shuffled through his wallet, then pulled out a small package. He ripped it open with his teeth, then slid it on. He pulled down his boxers and turned around, revealing his huge manhood. "It won't hurt long, I promise." I nodded and placed my hands on his shoulders. He held my waist and excruciating slowly pushed in. He put his entire length in me, my nails digging into his shoulders and eventually scratching his collar bone. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. "Dammit, Jordan. You're so tight, I can't take it." he bean to thrust into me, slowly, so I can adjust. I bit my lip as I took in the pain. Eventually, a wave of pleasure took over my body and I was a moaning mess. I couldn't hold them in any longer, as much as I hate to say it. His kisses were different than other guys, he made me feel different from other guys. I was so insecure around him and it's so hard to get my natural confidence back. Only with him.

He was thrusting faster now, and I wanted more. "Faster, harder, deeper, God dammit." I moaned. He did as told, making my nails scratch along his back.

Suddenly, he flipped us and motioned for me to ride him. I rocked my hips back and forth and up and down. He was moaning profanities as I rode him, me getting just as much pleasure. "Jordan.... I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

"Me too." I rocked my hips faster until I felt us both climax. I fell onto his chest and breathed quickly. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Was I bad?"

"Not at all." I patted his chest and sighed. "We might have to do this more often." I laughed a little.

"We may have to make this a daily thing. That was the best I've had in a long time."

"I don't know about daily, bub... but, I'll definitely see you later." I checked the time. "Wanna stay the night? It's 10:00pm." he nodded and kissed my forehead.

I just had sex with a God. A sex God.