BONES
I LICK HER off my lips, staring down at her on the couch. Her heavy eyes meet mine, but she looks far off. Dazed.
“Amazing,” I whisper, my hand cupping her right breast. A rough moan escapes her parted lips.
Sitting up, I grab my painfully hard cock in my hand and stroke it a couple of times, feeling the five barbells along the shaft—my Jacob’s ladder. I’ve never slept with a virgin since being pierced, so I’m not sure how they’ll affect her being her first time. But regardless, the sex alone will hurt her.
That’s why I ate her out first. I wanted her to be relaxed and already satisfied just in case this hurts her too much, and she tells me to stop.
Her heavy eyes close, and I lean down, pressing my body to hers. My hands come up to her hair, and I pull her head to the side, my lips finding her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear. “Last chance.”
“Please?” she begs, the heels of her feet digging into my back as she wraps her still shaking legs around me.
Leaning up on my left elbow, I reach between our bodies with my free hand and grip my cock. I press into her soaking wet pussy, slowly pushing the tip inside without even bothering to use a condom. Any rational thought leaves my mind at the moment. She’s finally giving me what I’ve wanted ever since I saw her in New York. It’s like she’s granting me a wish, and I’m going to be the asshole who takes full advantage of it.
My face drops to her neck. “Fuck.” It’s been so long since I’ve been with a virgin. I forgot what it felt like. There’s the resistance, her tight cunt gripping my dick in the best way. It makes my breath catch. Pushing my hips forward, I enter her a little more.
She arches her neck, a shaky cry coming from her lips.
“Stop?” I question.
She reaches up, her hands gripping my face, and pulls my lips down to hers. I open up, deepening the kiss immediately, swallowing her cry while I push into her simultaneously.
Pushing all the way into her, I stop and pull my lips away. My head drops to her neck and softly kisses the damp skin, giving her a second to catch her breath. And myself as well. She’s so fucking tight; I want to explode right now.
She opens her eyes, and tears run down her face.
“Mia—”
“Don’t stop,” she interrupts me, breathing heavily.
I pause, my hands cupping her face. “I’m hurting you.”
“I’m fine,” she reassures me, her body arching, pressing her chest into mine.
My cock throbs inside her, and I groan. My mind tells me to stop, but someone has to be her first, and I want it to be me. She chose me. I looked up from my phone to see her enter my office, and I thought I was seeing shit from lack of sleep. I tried to deny her. To tell myself not to do it. Women like Mia bring men to their knees. Already I’m not thinking clearly. Not using a condom. I always use one. She’s a virgin, so I’m guessing she’s not on birth control. But that’s not going to stop me from coming inside her. No way will I pull out. I wanna see that pretty pussy leaking my cum.
Sitting up, she reaches for me, thinking I’m stopping. “Dillan—”
Pulling her legs from around my hips, I shove my arms behind her knees and push them open wide.
She arches her neck, crying out, and I start to move. My breathing accelerates when my eyes drop to look at my cock inside her wet pussy covered in her cum. There’s a little blood, and I lick my lips, imagining placing my head back between her legs, but I refrain. I’m afraid if I stop, she’ll change her mind.
“Oh, God…” She trails off, her hands pushing against the cushions on the couch.
“I’m not going to stop,” I warn her.
She shakes her head quickly, causing her hair to stick to her tear-streaked face.
My hips begin to move aggressively while I lower my lips to hers, swallowing the cries as I try to stop myself from coming too soon.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
MIA
I LIE ON Dillan’s couch in his study, my breathing starting to return to normal, but my legs are still shaking. Almost comically. I bring them up, bending my knees, and it just makes them shake worse.
He stands and picks me up. I lie limp in his arms, not even able to ask what we’re doing or why he’s carrying me downstairs. Entering his bedroom, he lays me on the bed and goes to his bathroom. He exits with a towel a second later.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, standing next to the bed.
I swallow nervously and do as he says. Covering my face with my hands, I flinch when I feel the towel on my pussy. I want to cry. It’s so sensitive right now. I wonder if it will always feel this way.