The Sexcubus Ch 03

"Good."

Cautiously, Maya unclasped Garrett's shorts and released his hard cock from his boxers. She made a face of awe as it sprang straight upward, finally freed. It was daunting due to her inexperience, but it wasn't huge. Clara tuned into her mood, sensing equal parts apprehension and raw lust.

Garrett waited, letting Maya take the lead. He met her gaze, her eyes alight with eagerness. Cautiously, Maya wrapped both hands around his throbbing shaft and began making small circles on his thick head with her thumbs. Clear precum oozed slowly from the tip, soon coating Maya's fingers. Her fingers, dexterous and deliberate, fit around his average girth with little effort. She kept her grip--usually rough and strong from years of volleyball--delicate around his cock. After a few moments, she came to a stop, and Garrett opened his eyes, coming down from the rapture of her caress.

Clara felt Maya's hesitation through their connection and urged her on.

Go ahead. Do it, if you want.

"I... I don't know how," she said aloud. Garrett flicked his gaze up to Clara, who sat in the armchair, her expression unreadable. Reading the faint cue Maya was giving him, Garrett grabbed her sides, kissing her deeply as he stood, stepping out of his shorts and boxers at the same time. He guided her firmly to the edge of the couch and urged her gently to lay her head back. Sliding his body over hers, he gave her a tender kiss before slowly kissing down her body. He trailed down the length of her, planting soft kisses everywhere on her bronze skin, gently tonguing a nipple before painstakingly continuing lower.

Clara felt waves of primal delight emanating from Maya. Instinctively, Maya began arching her back, trying to bring her hips closer to Garrett's mouth. He smiled and finally wrapped his strong arms around her thighs to steady her legs, kissing down the inside of her thighs until he reached her glistening, wet outer lips. Maya, still deep under the influence of The Pressure, sighed deeply as he began to lick and suck her outer lips, inhaling deep breaths of her arousal. Shivers of pleasure traveled up her spine as he lapped at her slit before finding her sensitive clitoris and sucking it gently while using two fingers inside her to open her up.

Clara, the ever-watchful voyeur, had two fingers deep in her own jeans, gently stoking the fire building inside her. Small jolts of pleasure coursed through her body as she felt what Maya felt, giving in to her own arousal at the sight of the young, fit couple having their way with each other before her.

"Garrett. Please. I need... you... now," Maya managed to choke out through exclamations of pleasure.

Garrett, his mouth slick with her nectar, looked up through Maya's upraised legs and met her gaze. "Are you sure?"

Maya's eyes said it all. She leaned back on her elbows, gingerly stroking her perked-up nipples, but her eyes blazed with impatience.

Garrett's cock dripped a dribble of precum onto the floor, so pleased that he was giving her such pleasure. Though he was still young, potent, and clamoring internally to sink as deep as he could into her throbbing pussy.

Maya casually reached a hand down between her thighs and spread her glossy outer lips gently, as if Garrett's eyes needed another message to send to his brain about how utterly thirsty Maya was for him.

She's on birth control, Clara surmised. The Pressure had cued her into Maya's uninhibited hunger, the reckless need. It was because she was already protected. Was it for cycle stabilization? Was it preemptive protection foisted upon her by overprotective parents? Or was it because her eagerness to take Garrett raw had overridden her self-preservation?

Clara had no desire to watch Maya throw herself into the possibility of becoming a 19-year-old mother. From where she sat in the corner, she finally spoke, cutting through the heat hanging in the air.

"You are on birth control, right?"

Maya, lost in the haze of The Pressure, let the question drift around her before it finally settled. Her lips parted, her breath shaky.

"...No."

The word sent a jolt through Garrett, a cold shock against the fever burning in his skin. His pulse pounded--half in panic, half in something darker, something raw. He had been seconds from sinking into her reckless heat without a second thought. The realization hit hard.

She had been ready to let him take her. Just like that. No hesitation. No protection. Nothing between them. The Pressure had dissolved Maya's inhibitions, her familial values all but forgotten.

And he had almost done it.