Surrender To Me

ROXIE

The tiny, white bikini I’m wearing is about two sizes too small and isn’t doing shit to cover my body. My full tits spill out around the small, triangle top, and more ass is showing than is covered by the thin fabric. My smooth pussy is hidden away for now, but it won’t be for long if I get my way. I do another twirl in front of the mirror before running down the stairs and outside.

My parents are away for the weekend, and I’m going to use every second of it very wisely. My plan is simple and perfect—get my sexy, older neighbor to fuck the virginity right out of me. I’ve been teasing Ryder like crazy ever since I turned eighteen, but he’s being so damn stubborn! All he does is sit in his garage and tinker around with his car and motorcycle. He ignores me prancing around in my shorty shorts and tiny bikini tops, and the other day, I bent over in front of him, and when I stood back up and looked over my shoulder to give him a sexy wink, he’d turned around and wasn’t even facing me.

I’m tired of playing around. I have three days to get him to pop my cherry and make me his. It’s time to take this to the next level. With my pep talk over, I step outside and walk across the small stretch of grass that separates our houses, letting my perky tits lead the way. When I peek my head around to look in his garage, I take a moment to appreciate the sight that greets me. He’s standing by his car with his back to me, shirtless and covered in a light sheen of sweat. I run my eyes over all the tattoos and muscles, feeling my nipples harden even more and my pussy start to throb. I don’t even need to look to know I’m soaking through my bikini bottoms.

All that tanned, hard flesh has me almost lightheaded by the time he turns around and levels those hard, blue eyes on me. I bite back the moan that’s dying to come out and resist rubbing my thighs together, even though my pussy is aching and I’m so fucking wet I can barely stand it. He keeps his eyes locked on mine, resisting the urge to run them over my body, and it pisses me off. I don’t have nearly the willpower he does, so I eye-fuck the hell out of him, running my eyes over his chiseled, tattooed chest and the way his jeans are sitting low on his waist and giving me an amazing view of his tight abs and the thin line of hair that’s disappearing down his pants. My tongue aches with the need to follow that line all the way down to the good stuff.

“What do you need, Roxie?” he finally asks, tearing my eyes from his gorgeous body.

I smile and walk over to his car. “I just thought I’d come over and see how you were doing.” I try to sound innocent, but I’m not sure it’s working. I can never tell with Ryder. He keeps his cards close to his chest, and I’m never exactly sure what he’s thinking.

“I’m fine,” he says, watching as I lean against his precious car. He raises a dark brow at me, but I just smile, hoping I’m leaving an ass print so he’ll have something to remember me by.

“Need me to wash your car? I’m planning on washing mine, so I just thought I’d ask.”

He scrubs a hand over his stubbled cheeks and sighs. “No, I’m good, thanks.”

I step closer so our bodies are only inches apart. Looking up at him, I give him a sexy grin and say, “Are you sure? I really don’t mind. All be all wet and soapy anyway from washing mine.”

For one brief second I see the raw desire in his eyes before he quickly hides it away and goes back to giving me the icy stare I’m so familiar with. I give him a big smile and dance my fingers up his muscled forearm. I know he wants me just as badly as I want him, the heated look he just gave me is proof of that. Now, I just need to get him to stop being so damn stubborn and give me his cock.

He eyes my fingers trailing a line up his arm but doesn’t say anything. When I run my tongue over my bottom lip, he follows the movement, and I see the tightness in his jaw and the way a vein is starting to throb in his temple. Curious to see how much longer he can hold out, I step even closer so my tits are pressed against his hard chest.

Looking down, he eyes my full tits, no doubt feeling my rock-hard nipples pressing against him and then looks back up at me as if he can’t believe I’ve dared to do it. I let out a surprised squeal when he grabs my hips and pins me against his car, pressing his hard cock into my stomach and making me forget about everything except my need to be fucked.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls.

His lips are so close to mine, and when I lean closer and run my tongue over his bottom lip, he tightens his fingers on my hips hard enough to make me gasp and pulls back, keeping his mouth just out of reach.

“I want you,” I tell him, not caring that I sound like a pouty brat.

He laughs and runs his eyes over me. “Yeah, you’ve made that abundantly clear every day since you turned eighteen.”

“Well, if you’d quit being so damn stubborn, I wouldn’t have to.”

“You’re too young,” he growls again, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so pissed off, and that’s saying something because I’ve been taunting him for months.

“No, I’m not, Ryder. Stop being such an ass. I’m an adult, and I can make up my own mind. I want you to pop my cherry.”

I’ve barely gotten the words out before he groans and pushes himself off me, raising his hands in frustration before running them roughly through his thick salt-and-pepper hair.

When he looks back at me, his eyes are as cold as ever. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, little girl.”

“I’m not playing a game,” I whine.

“Go,” he says, pointing at my house. “Just go home, Roxie. Forget about me and get a boyfriend your own age. Let him pop your fucking cherry, because it sure as hell isn’t going to be me.”