He walked her to the bed, then laid her facedown, wedging a pillow under her hips. She wriggled against it, grinding against it with sinuous, sexy squirms of her hips. Damn. He slapped her sharply on the back of the thigh.
“Stop that right now, or I’m going to spank your naughty pussy.”
“Please, Luke . . . I need to come so bad.”
?
??No. You don’t get to come until my cock is in that sexy ass of yours.”
“Okay,” she whispered miserably. “But if it hurts too much you have to stop.”
“Of course. Do you remember your safeword?”
“Duh.”
He swatted her ass right on top of a pink patch and she hissed but pushed back for more.
Nice. There was nothing like a girl who got off on what he liked to dish out.
He ducked into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he noticed the mirror on the nearby wall, then angled her body so he could see her face in the reflection.
“Isn’t it going to hurt without lube?”
He barked a laugh. “I wouldn’t be doing this without lube, especially not on the first try. I’m not that much of a sadist . . . or a masochist.”
“Where on earth did you get lube? And when?” She sounded incredulous, and possibly scandalized.
“At the pharmacy. I just didn’t put it in with the other stuff I bought. I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Well, that was a bit presumptuous!”
The fact that she was saying so while she lay draped over a pillow waiting for him to fuck her ass was amusing.
He went to his backpack and took the lube out of the side pouch he’d stashed it in. “If I didn’t use it with you, so what? I’d rather be prepared than have to improvise.”
Eyes narrowed, she watched him bring the lube closer as though it was dangerous. “Have you . . . done this before?”
“Yes.”
“With someone who hasn’t tried it yet?”
“Yes. Several times,” he said, meaning to reassure her but wondering if he’d just made her feel like this was inconsequential to him. It actually meant a lot for her to trust him so much, so soon. “If you hate it I’ll stop, but know I can make you like it.”
“You’re pretty full of yourself, you know that?” she said, brows arched.
“It’s hard not to be when I have you where I want you.” He lowered himself to the bed beside her, leaving his jeans on for now.
Rather than rush her, he started over, trailing his fingers up and down her back, loving the way her eyes glazed over when she shuddered. Gradually, he let his hand inch closer to her ass.
Her forehead creased. “I shouldn’t let you do this. It’s . . . shameful.”
Shameful? Some girls knew exactly what to say to make a guy’s dick threaten to explode. Stupid corruption fetish.
“After I made you crawl on the floor and stand in the corner, you’re worried about something this vanilla?”
“There’s nothing vanilla about doing . . . what you’re thinking about.”
Fuck, she couldn’t even say it out loud. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d defiled such an inexperienced girl. Her aroused mortification was so working for him.