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You can't breathe. Every nerve in your body is on fire, constant shockwaves of pleasure and confusion passing through you. Mike's hand is on your waist, firm but gentle as he guides you closer to him. You're so fucking nervous, you want to pull away and disappear from anxiety but the way he's looking at you, so intense and focused, keeps you grounded and composed to some degree.

You keened, high and needy, proceeding to arch into the feeling of foreign but not entirely unwelcome intrusion as something unmistakeably brushed against your sweet-spot. The big and warm hand that was wrapped around your thigh strengthened it’s hold on you, pushing your leg further apart. If it weren't for him, you would've slipped from the couch by now.

Another graze against your prostate made you stifle another whimper.

How on earth would you ever face him after this was over?

“Relax,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, “you're doing just fine.”

He moves his hand from your stomach down to your dick, holding it against the skin of his palm, fingers wrapping around you.

He strokes you at a pace mimicking his own movements and your brain begins to steam, overcome with heat and desire. "Shit," you grit, finally opening your eyes.

Your hips buck upward and his thumb shifts against your head as a result, sending you over the edge, spilling over his hand and onto your stomach.

Mike groans at the sight of you coming undone beneath him, pride settling in his chest at the wonderful view he had.

You were already breathless, the room felt impossibly still, the quiet around you amplifying the rapid thud of your heartbeat, each pulse an echo of your nerves and excitement. The light from the TV cast shifting shadows, flickering across his features and deepening the intensity in his eyes as he held your gaze.

Despite the anticipation, there was an unspoken gentleness in his actions, as if he was aware of your hesitation, carefully guiding you to ease into it.

You were hyper-aware of every subtle shift in his posture, the quiet confidence in his smile, and the warmth of his breath against your skin.

Your body is on fire, every inch of you tingling with sensation as Mike's hands roam over you, and your breath hitches with every subtle move. It's all too much, too fast.

God, how did you even get here?

You hadn't even expected Mike to show up at 3 a.m. on this stupidly quiet night. You were just sprawled out on the couch of this big ass lodge that Josh owned.

The faint hum of the TV was the only sound in the darkened room, the images flickering in front of you with little to no meaning. The screen was just light in the room and you needed something to fill the silence. Everyone else had long since passed out, exhausted from the wild ride up to get here for another weekend all together. If you hadn’t napped for hours on the way here, maybe you’d be asleep too. But right now, you were just bored with a restless body and a mind too alert.

The couch suddenly shifted beside you. A weight settled on the other side. The cushion dipped as someone sat down.

You turned your head slowly, surprised to see Mike settling next to you, his presence unusually close considering the entire length of the couch. His signature grin flashed for a brief moment as he leaned back casually, his eyes flicking from the TV to you, the grin almost smug. “Whatcha looking at, man?” he asked with a playful lilt in his voice, clearly not expecting an answer.

Your heart skipped a beat at the proximity and his sudden interest. You awkwardly glanced back at the TV, not sure what to say. “Uh... not much. Just... just having it on for the light, y’know?” you mumbled, trying to sound casual, but your heart was beating a little faster than usual.

Mike shifted again and before you could fully adjust, you felt his arm slide behind the backrest of the couch, hovering uncomfortably close to you. His body leaned in a little, and you could feel the warmth of him beside you, the subtle pressure of his weight. You tried to ignore how close he was, but it was impossible not to feel it. His voice was a quiet mumble, just loud enough to reach your ears. “Yeah, this stuff’s pretty boring,” he muttered, glancing at the TV again.

You nodded awkwardly, the show playing now was some random dating show or something stupid like that.

A long, silent moment passed. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Mike was still too close. His body warmth radiated from where he sat next to you and you couldn’t help but notice how his arm was now resting just behind your back, slowly enveloping you in a warm cage. The proximity had your stomach doing flips and your mind raced to avoid the creeping thoughts that kept trying to surface.

In the dim light from the TV, Mike’s face looked even sharper, the soft glow highlighting his perfect jawline and the light beard that framed it. You couldn’t help but notice how damn handsome he was. Your gaze lingered for a moment longer than you should have, before you forced yourself to focus on the screen again, hoping he didn’t notice.

But of course, he did. His eyes slid back to you, the cocky grin of his returning. "Though I heard that little intro from a certain website when I walked in," he teased, eyebrows raised in mock innocence.

You pushed at his shoulder lightly, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You thought I would’ve watched something like that here? “With anyone that could walk in, man?” you whispered harshly, the words coming out half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

Mike’s laugh came out loud, echoing a little too loudly in the quiet lodge. You quickly glanced toward the dark place, hoping no one was waking up.

“Man, I’ve met girls who love the thrill of getting caught,” Mike said with a chuckle, his voice low but still teasing. “They like the risk of it.” He turned his head slightly to study you, an eyebrow raising. “You ever met anyone like this?”

You froze. Your cheeks burned even hotter, and your palms felt a little clammy. Your nerves were working overtime now. You're not sure what to say, so you mumble back, "I, uh... I haven't really... been with anyone before," you admit, the words coming out in a rush.

There's a pause, and you brace yourself for whatever reaction might come. Instead, you feel his gaze soften as he studies you, the smirk shifting into something a little more genuine. He doesn't say anything right away, letting the silence stretch between you.

Your nervous energy radiated off you like static and he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on your face a little longer than he had intended.

He found himself subconsciously leaning in, his body so close to yours now that the space between the two of you felt almost suffocating.

There was something primal about the way he was looking at you now, his eyes tracing over the nervous way you shifted in your seat, the way you avoided meeting his gaze for too long. It made him want to pull you closer, to show you just how good it could feel to be with someone who understood.

It didn't help that you looked so innocent. You weren't exactly naive, he could tell that, but the fact that you were still so innocent and untouched made something twist inside him.

There was an undeniable pride that surged through him just thinking about the possibility of your first.

He couldn't deny how good it would feel to be the one you remembered, the one who got to show you the ropes of what intimacy was all about.

You'd never forget your first time.

The thought of him being the one to ruin your innocence? He could picture it clearly in his mind. The softness of your lips, the way you'd melt against him, the way you'd lean into the kiss, all shy and tentative at first, then slowly, finally, giving in to him.

The thought of you completely under his spell made his pulse spike. You'd look when you finally surrendered. How you'd look up at him, all wide-eyed and breathless.

That made Mike's pants tighten.

He finally found a way to talk to you. You had always been in the background before. Quiet, reserved, not like the others. But tonight? Tonight he'd found his opening. He'd gotten close to you in a way he hadn't anticipated and now that he was here, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

He knew you were nervous, knew you were shy, but he could also tell you were curious. The way your eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, the way your breath hitched when he leaned closer. It was obvious that you were drawn to him.

His voice broke the stillness once more. This time, it was teasing, confident. “I could give you some tips. I’m sure you’ve already caught some people’s interest, you’re a pretty good looking guy” Mike said casually, he kept his current distance from you as he gauged at your reaction.

You blinked, caught completely off guard by the compliment. You hadn’t expected to hear that from him and the blood rushed to your face, the warmth spreading across your cheeks in a way that you hoped wasn’t obvious. You were pretty sure it was, though.

His voice dropped a fraction, the words slow and husky. “It’s about making sure the person you’re with feels good. They need to feel like they’re the only one who matters at that moment.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were too flustered to respond right away. You shifted awkwardly, trying to find a way to collect yourself. His words were lingering in your mind and the way he was looking at you now felt far too intimate.

He didn’t give you much time to process his last comment. “Do you know how to kiss someone?”

What the hell?

You felt your stomach drop. The words were innocently phrased but the implication was heavy. He was looking at you like he genuinely wanted an answer, like he thought you were really this inexperienced.

Your initial instinct was to scoff, your arms crossing over your chest in an effort to shield yourself from the heat that was threatening to spread all over your body. “Of course I know.” you shot back, your voice sharper than you intended because he offended you.

Mike smirks, gesturing to himself with a casual shrug, his voice laced with nonchalance. "Alright, then," he says. "Show me."

What?

You didn’t even know how to respond. The idea of kissing him, right here, right now, was the last thing you had been prepared for. He was closer than ever now, his body almost fully turned toward you, his eyes closed and his head tilted forward as if he was silently inviting you in.

He didn’t say a word, just waiting.

Your heart was thudding in your chest, painfully fast, as your mind scrambled for something to latch onto. You could feel the heat of him radiating beside you, the tension so thick that it was impossible to ignore.

Without thinking, your hand moved, tentative at first but then more certain as it landed lightly on his shoulder, silently signaling to him that you were about to kiss him. You could feel his body tense slightly at the touch, his muscles under your fingers surprisingly warm.

Your breath caught in your throat as you leaned in slowly, your heart hammering in your chest. You had no idea how to approach this, no clue what to expect.

Your lips brushed against his softly, barely a touch at first. The heat flooded your cheeks as your nerves skyrocketed.

You soon felt him tilt his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little, pressing into you more insistently, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment, had been holding back until now. His lips moved against yours with a kind of hunger and you felt him nudge closer.

You pulled back just a fraction, your eyes opening to find him still there, his face barely an inch from yours, eyes half-lidded, breathing heavily. There was a look you hadn't seen before on his face, a mixture of desire and slight frustration, as if he didn't want the moment to end so soon. He lets his tongue flick over his lips, studying you closely.

“Not bad” he mumbled mostly to himself. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you in closer, while his other hand reached up to cradle the back of your neck, gentle but firm. He closes the distance with ease, his mouth meeting yours again with a new eagerness.

His kiss is deeper, more assertive. His tongue slips into your mouth. The roughness of it mirrored the intensity of his kiss. His tongue explored your mouth with a wild fervor that made your heart race and your body tremble under him.

He pulled back just enough for your eyes to meet fully. “Follow my lead."

And now, here you are. Completely naked and exposed to him, mouth on yours again, this time with a confidence you didn't even know you had. His hands were everywhere, guiding you as if you were his to mold.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, and when you opened up to him, the kiss deepened into something raw and primal. The way he moaned against your mouth sent a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins.

It was crazy how fast you'd gone from nervous fumbling to this.

His hands gently rested on your soft, supple ass.

He's in no rush, taking his time as his fingers moves slowly, grounding you with every small, reassuring touch.

He circled the hole gently before pressing his finger inside up to the second knuckle, leaning down to kiss you firmly. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He said calmly.

Leaning down closer Mike kissed you softly, distracting you from the burning sensation before adding in another finger and diving deeper.

“I got you. Just hold onto me.”

Working the two fingers in deeper Mike watched for any reaction, kissing your lips over and over when you squeezed his shoulders. A strangled cry of pleasure left your lips, hips bucking upward to press the two fingers in deeper. He kept massaging that little area over and over, biting little marks along your shoulders and upper chest.

You didn’t wanted this moment to end too soon.

Your hands instinctively moved to his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscles there to alert him.

Mike paused, his lips hovering over your lips, his breath hot and unsteady. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire but tinged with worry and uncertainty.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, feeling the rough material of his light beard as you guided him gently. You maneuvered him so that his back was now against the back of the couch.

You eased yourself onto his lap, the warmth of his body seeping to your naked skin. Leaning in, you closed the distance between you, your lips mere inches from his. His gaze dropped to your mouth, intense and hungry, as if fighting to hold back. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, his fingers twitching at his sides, barely containing the urge to pull you closer.

"Let me return the favor?" you whispered, your voice soft, but laced with desire.

Mike's eyes flickered to yours, that familiar intensity burning through, but there was a vulnerability there too-something more raw than usual. "Yes please," he rasped, his voice a low growl.

Mike’s eyes flickered with surprise, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you kneel before him. His gaze darkened, the intensity of it impossible to ignore, as his chest tightened.

With trembling hands, you reached down, feeling the heat of his arousal through the fabric that still separated you. With deliberate slowness, you freed him.

You let out a shaky breath and he chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Relax," he murmurs, his tone soft but with a hint of playful confidence. "I'm not going anywhere."

Your thumb swiped over the tip tentatively, distributing the precum over the head, before lowering your head over his cock, kissing the tip gently.

You could practically feel his breath hitch and get stuck in his throat, one of his hands flying to your hair, fisting a handful tightly. This give away the clue that you were going in the right direction.

He let out a low, guttural groan at your words, his hips jerking slightly in response "Do it," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

That was all the encouragement you needed.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of him, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

The salty, slightly bitter taste of him filled your senses, your tongue swirling around him, tracing every vein and ridge of his cock. You slid your tongue up one side and down the other, slowly sucking him in as you began to take him deeper.

Mike's reaction was immediate, his breath hitching as his grip in your hair tightened, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough and raw with pleasure. "Just go slow and hold your breath, okay? Just like that... oh fuck"

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his dick as you kept moving, taking him deeper with each bob of your head.

Mike's hips began to move in time with your motions, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps as he fought to keep control, to keep from losing himself entirely as he let out a series of low, guttural grunts, his hands tightening in your hair as he pushed you closer, his need for release becoming more urgent.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're so fucking good." You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, the tension in his body building with each passing second and you knew he was close. You doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, your hands gripping his thighs for support as you moved faster.

Just like how you did, you felt his other hand grip tightly your shoulder and you interrupted your almost successful attempt of repaying your favor with him.

Your hands where still on his thighs for support when you pulled back and looked up at him obediently.

His two hands pulled you up and pushed you on top of him again, forcing you to straddle his lap as he looped his arms tightly around your waist.

“You’re okay if we take the next step?” His voice was breathless, eyes clouded by desire but mind still keeping your interest as his first priority.

You nodded without a second thought, nervous for what to come but completely trusting Mike.

His fingers glide along your arm, warm and steady, grounding you even as your pulse races. When he leans in for a kiss, it's gentle, lingering.

And then, with a low, broken groan, he began positioning himself to your entrance. "If at any time you want me to stop, tell me right away, ok?" He kissed your cheek lovely, his light beard tickling your flushed skin.

The pressure against your hole with his tip already in made you bite your lip. "Mmmh—" You moaned through your lip biting as you gripped Mike’s shoulders very tight.

You shook your head slightly with a moan again having your eyes plead for him to push all the way through. Peter sighed in relief moving slowly again making your breath hitch with a mixture of pain & pleasure flowing throughout your entire body. "Y-Your big" You stuttered out, impressed by his length and the pleasant effects it brought.

A low groan rumbled from deep within his chest as he watched you, his eyes dark and his hands gripped your hips with a possessiveness that made your heart race. "God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice strained, as though he was holding on to his control by the thinnest of threads.

You began to move, slowly and tentatively, finding a rhythm and the right angle to get the best reactions from both of you.

Mike's hands roamed your body, caressing, gripping, guiding you as you moved together. "You're doing amazing," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, and the sincerity in his tone makes your heart skip a beat.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure, the way your eyes flickered down to make sure you were doing everything alright, and it was clear that he was completely lost in you.

He buried his face into your shoulder and snapped his hips upwards, wrapping you in his arms while pulling you impossibly closer. You tensed up, clenching around him as he smothered your clavicle. He raised you up slowly, painstakingly, only to let you drop down seconds after, applying a determined force. You were now convinced that you had fallen for him way harder than he had for you.

His control slipped as the pleasure built between you, his thrusts meeting yours with a rising urgency and you could feel the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

His thrusts and your bounces becomes sloppier and sloppier, your body fidgeting, twitching, shaking all around, especially around your bottom area. Another set of moans, whimpers and grunts escapes both of your lips.

His release hit you with a sudden, overwhelming intensity, the warmth of him filling you as he came, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.

You clenched around him as you reached your own climax as well, milking every last drop from him until he was spent, his chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath.

As you pull back, your chest rising and falling rapidly, you catch a glimpse of his face, flushed with heat, his expression an intoxicating mix of amusement and desire. His eyes, dark with need, never leave yours. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, the movement purposeful, showcasing the taut flex of his biceps as he watches you with a grin that's teasing and cocky. His gaze lingers on your lips, on your body, like he's savoring every second of this connection between you.

"How was that?" he asks, his voice rich and low, a slow drawl that seems to slip under your skin, making your pulse quicken.

A small, shaky smile tugs at your lips, the exhilaration coursing through you, making you feel both breathless and on fire. The answer feels like it should be more than just a simple word, but you can't seem to form anything else.

"Good," you manage, the word leaving your mouth almost as a whisper, your voice betraying the rush of heat flooding through you. His smile deepens, turning into something far.

"Good" he repeats, his voice like molten honey. "Cause I'd love to do this again," he murmurs, his words low and husky, brushing against your ear with a promise that sends a thrill through your body. "There's so much more I want to teach you."