“Are you certain?” he asked. “There’s no pressure.”
“I’m positive. If I don’t have you, right now, I might explode.”
Tate looked satisfied with this answer. Well, actually, he looked delighted, but same difference.
“I can’t take your virginity on a couch,” he explained. “We better go to my bedroom.”
He scooped me up once more, but this time in a cradle hold, so that I was perpendicular to his body, one arm at the back and the other behind my knees. As he walked forward, he pressed more kisses to my neck and bosom. I groaned, both at the sensations and the promise of future delight.
Finally, he kicked open a door and threw me down onto a bed. I had only a moment to think that the room was surprisingly sparse but in good taste before I felt Tate between my legs, his tongue at my entrance.
I lay with my eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure I was enjoying. One hand moved along my leg and wrapped around my thigh, holding me in place, and the other between my legs, spreading my folds apart. His tongue moved around my clit and I could feel shots of electricity travel through my body from his skillful caresses.
“Tate,” I breathed unevenly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer. I need you to fuck me.”
“Now?”
I grabbed his chin and tilted it up to meet my gaze. “Yes.”
He grinned and grabbed a condom from his nightstand table. I watched as he unrolled the condom along his length. For the first time since our first kiss, I was a little nervous. How was that large cock going to fit inside me? I then caught him looking at me, and I relaxed. It was going to be okay.
In the blink of an eye, Tate had shifted up my body until his member was hovering right above my pussy.
“If it hurts,” he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “let me know.”
With that, Tate placed his cock at my entrance. He pushed gently into me, moving in and out slowly, a little further inside each time. I could finally feel his hips against the back of my legs and he was inside me. He stopped moving.
“You okay?”
I smiled.
I’d never experienced anything like it. There was no pain, only the overwhelming feeling of rightness, as though some long-simmering yen was finally being satiated. I lifted my legs up in the air, forcing him deeper inside me.
“How’s this?” he asked, penetrating me further.
“Faster, harder. I want more of you.”
Tate licked his lips. “My, you’re a dirty girl.”
“Maybe you just make me that way.” I giggled and trailed my fingernails down his back. “Stop stalling. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, until I’m screaming. Okay?”
By way of response, Tate lifted me up off the bed and flipped me onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs to drag my ass into the air.
“Is this what you want, you naughty little thing?” he asked, before plunging his hard shaft into my slit.
“You know it is,” I cried out, screaming from at both the taunt and the feeling of him moving inside me.
He slapped my ass and said, “You’re gonna come for me again.”
“How?” I asked. It felt like my legs had been quivering on the couch only moments ago.
“Like this.”
Tate pulled out for a moment, and I had to twist my head out of the enormous pillows and all the way to the side to see that he was reaching into the drawer of the nightstand again. From within its depths, he took something… I couldn’t see what.
“What is that?”
He twirled it in his fingers, bringing it close to my mouth.
“It’s a gold vibrator. Shane and the others gave it to me as a joke recently and I only found it now when I got out the condom,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna use it on you.”
Okay, the logical part of me knew that this was totally what we in the business — the business of being poor, that is — would call Rich People Bullshit. But at the same time, I was sure that I didn’t give a fuck. I was way past being all high and mighty, and anything that expensive had to feel amazing.
“I want it,” I said at last, as we both knew I would.
He put the vibrator close to my face. It really did look like something out of Star Trek.
“Put it in your mouth,” he instructed me.
How had I gone from being a virgin only a few short minutes ago, to now this, to putting a golden sex toy in my mouth? Can a person change that quickly?
But regardless of my shock, I took the toy between my lips, lapping at its shiny edges.
“Good,” he said. “Get ready.”
He pressed my face back down into the pillow, and I heard a faint buzz as the vibrator started up.