“I’m good, Ross. I want this. I want it messy and dirty and however we say. Together. I don’t care if it happens in seconds or two hours. Though, I guess, if it was two hours, I’d be pretty sore.”
He groaned. “You’re not helping me here.”
She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke him again. He was not letting this happen with her, in the first five minutes, on her first time. Not in any lifetime.
Instead, he snatched the condom off the seat between them, tore it open, and let her watch him roll it down his length. There. Ross 1, cock 0. Condoms always helped dull everything, though with Alix, it barely helped.
Between it, and thoughts of granny panties, and Alix’s parent’s horrified stares in the kitchen, and Chance kneeing him in the nuts, thoughts of where that condom damn well came from in Chance’s room, and nearly grinding his teeth to dust, it was enough to slow him down.
It was enough for him to guide Alix back in the huge back seat. It was enough for him to spread her legs and open her to him. To pepper her with hot kisses from her ankles to her thighs, and finally, finally, to pick up where they’d left off before someone had the nerve to come in and try and castrate him.
The first taste of her was ambrosia. The second was heaven. Even with the stupid condom cutting off circulation didn’t help matters. Alix was perfect. She was sweet perfection. She was what he’d been waiting for all along. He knew what she meant when she said it wasn’t right. Nothing prepared him for how amazing it was with her. How the world stopped, and it was just them and there was no doubt that they were fucking carved out of bone and dust and sculpted for each other.
That she was his and he was hers.
That it had always been that way, it just took them forever to get there and get it right.
He was going to get it right now, though.
All of it.
Starting with giving her the orgasm of a lifetime.
He lashed her with his tongue, teased and danced away from her, and finally, when she was close, he fucked her with his tongue while he rolled his index finger lazily over her clit until she shattered. She drenched his chin, his jaw, his mouth, his hand and it was the sexiest, most incredible experience of his life, watching her writhe and buck and curse and moan and grind out his name. He gave her that. He gave her all of that pleasure. And she gave it right back, trusting him with her body, with her secrets, with her heart, with everything.
“Please,” she begged. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him to her. “Please, Ross. I want you inside of me. I’ve waited forever for this. Now. Please. Now.”
He kissed his way over her stomach, over her breasts, up the sweet column of her throat and chin, right to her lips so that she could taste herself on him. She ate at him hungrily and fuck him if that didn’t make him want to come before he even got near her.
“How do you know-” he panted. “How do you know it’s not going to be a disappointment? I’d hate to be a let down.”
“If it sucks, we’ll do it again. And again and again and again until it doesn’t,” Alix whimpered into his mouth. She nipped his bottom lip and he hissed in pain. “I love tasting myself on you. I love the way you smell and sound and move. I love touching you. There. I love your taste. I don’t think there’s any way this could be a let down.”
Great. Now his balls felt like they was as big as grapefruits and someone had just shoved them down his throat. Through his stomach. It truly hurt that bad.
“I might last a minute,” he confessed. “Maybe not even that long.”
“I don’t care,” she breathed, her face twisted, her eyes wild. “We have two condoms. We have clothes and wallets and a full tank of gas in this car. We can go buy a whole box. Ten boxes. Twenty boxes. However many it takes. I don’t care. Just please, Ross, let me feel you inside me.”
A clammy sweat broke out over his forehead. “Okay.” He kissed her hard, one more time as he fitted himself to her entrance. She moaned and wriggled beneath him, and suddenly he was right. There.
She claimed his mouth, desperately, furiously. She dug her nails into his shoulders, looped one leg around his waist and ground her heel into his ass. It was beyond hot. She’d asked. She wanted him. She wanted him and he wanted her. He couldn’t hold back.