It’s enough to make any man lose his goddamn mind.
Just for a minute,I tell myself. I’m so aroused I can barely think straight, my cock throbbing with need, and I want to be in her bare so badly that I can’t tell myself no. I haven’t fucked a woman without a condom in god knows how long—probably not since my high school girlfriend. The idea of all that hot, wet, clenching sensation with nothing between us is enough to make my head swim. Both of them.
I lean over her again, stretching over the length of her slender, arching, perfect body, and Gabriela reaches for me wildly. Her hands plunge into my hair, dragging my mouth down to hers as she kisses me almost clumsily, but I hardly notice. It feels so fucking good to bewantedafter what happened with Saoirse, to have a woman reach for me with such overwhelming passion, without reservation. To have someone wantme, and only me.
“Fuck, lass, I can’t wait to be inside you,” I breathe, nudging her legs apart as I move between them. She arches up instinctively, legs locking around my hips, and I think I might lose control on the spot just from how fucking hot her sheer, unbridled desire is.
“Then don’t,” Gabriela whispers, arching her hips so that the folds of her wet pussy drag along the pulsing head of my cock, and I can’t wait another second.
All thoughts of safety or common sense fly out of my head at that wet heat dragging against my swollen tip, and I reach down, spreading her with my fingers as I guide my cock to her entrance. She’s eager, grinding against me, and I push forward with a rush of anticipation—only to find resistance.
Christ, she’s so fucking tight.I groan with mingled pleasure and frustration, and Gabriela whimpers.
“Please—” she moans, and I feel like I’m going to go insane with the sheer fucking need to be inside of her.
I thrust harder than before and feel her pussy clench around me in a vise grip as Gabriela lets out a strangled cry that almost sounds pained, making me freeze for just a moment.
Is she a fucking virgin?My heart nearly stops in my chest at the thought, because how tonight has gone isn’t how I’d treat a virgin, given the chance. I’m not even sure I’d have brought her back here if so—but it’s too late now… and shecan’tbe.
A virgin wouldn’t walk into a dive bar dressed like that, looking to pick up a stranger for a one-night-stand.It’s unthinkable, and beyond that, Gabriela exuded a certain seductiveness for all her innocence.There’s no way,I tell myself as her cry turns to a breathless gasp, and I thrust again, my cock buried deep inside of her as I look down at the gorgeous woman beneath me.
“Is that good?” I murmur softly, brushing her hair away from her face. It takes everything in me to stay still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. The sensation of her wrapped around me—tight, wet, hot, with nothing between us but skin—is so overwhelmingly good that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last. My balls are aching, tight and throbbing between my legs, my cock sheathed in the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever experienced. I want to come so fucking badly, to fill her up with it, every primal instinct I have demanding it—but I also don’t want this to end.
I also need to fucking pull out before I finish, which right now feels like an impossibility. I want to stay in the heaven that’s Gabriela’s pussy forever.
“Yes,” she gasps out, squirming beneath me and making me see stars as her pussy clenches around my length. “It’s just—you’re so big—”
“What every man wants to hear.” I brush my lips over her jaw, her cheek, her mouth. Her lips part for me as her arms go around my neck, and I start to move slowly, as slowly as I can. I want to fuck her fast, deep, and hard—but something tells me she wouldn’t enjoy that, and I want this to feel good for both of us. I slide my cock in and out, long slow strokes that leave her panting and arching beneath me, finding my rhythm so that her hips arch against mine with every thrust. It takes a moment, her hips moving at first with the same eager clumsiness that she’d kissed me with earlier, but she clings to me with a desire that overrides all of it. With another woman, it might have made the sex seem awkward, but it seems as though nothing could make this experience with Gabriela anything but mind-blowing.
With every thrust, every burst of electric pleasure down my spine and through my body, I tell myself to pull out and put on a condom. But I can’t. It’s too fucking good—Gabriela’s exquisite pussy, her perfect body, her hands all over mine as she kisses me again and again. I don’t want the sounds that she’s making for me to stop for even a second. I tell myself that I’m not stopping because I can tell she’s close to another orgasm, but the truth is that I don’t want to stop feeling this either. I slide one hand between us, teasing her clit with a similar rhythm to the one that made her come on my tongue earlier, and Gabriela lets out another cry of pure bliss.
I feel her tighten around me, spasming, her nails digging into my shoulders as her head falls back. “Niall—Niall!” She screams out my name, her thighs pressing against my hips, breasts against my chest, the scent of sex and warm flesh filling the room as I feel her come apart around me, and I can’t take it any longer.
In that instant of exquisite pleasure, I can’t think. I can’t make a rational decision. All I can do is thrust as deeply into her as possible, following an eons-old instinctual drive to fill her, fuck her, give her every drop of my cum as it surges out of me, my cock throbbing with the most intense orgasm I’ve had in years—maybe my entire fucking life.
I gasp her name as I drive into her, all thoughts of pulling out gone from my head, the sound muffled as I kiss her hard and deep. Our bodies arch together, straining, seeking more of the pleasure, and I’m lost in it.
I’m lost in her, drowning, and in that instant?
I never want to fucking come up for air.
12
ISABELLA
When I come back to my senses, I’m lying beneath Niall, sweaty and breathless, every inch of my body still vibrating with a pleasure that I didn’t know was possible. His lips are still brushing over mine, hips rocking as his cock pulses inside of me, a warm heat spreading through me. As I come back to myself, I’m aware of a dozen strange sensations—the raw fullness of Niall’s cock inside of me, the stickiness on my thighs, and the soreness between my legs. And most of all, a feeling of exhilaration—of victory.
It’s done.I’m not a virgin anymore. I gave it away to a manIchose, a man who made it an experience beyond my wildest imaginings, and every bit of it was more perfect than I could have hoped for. It was like something out of a fantasy—his mouth between my legs up against the door, the tumbling passionately to the carpet, the way he fell back into my arms when I told him yes and kissed him. The sex—it had hurt, yes, but it felt amazing too. And Niall had known how to coax that pleasure out of me again, even though I hadn’t been sure if it was possible for it to happen.
Niall finally peels himself away from me, pushing his messy, damp black hair out of his face, and he grins lazily down at me as he leans on his elbows. I feel his cock slip out of me, a strange rush of warmth, and I look up at his chiseled, gorgeous face as I try to get my bearings.
“What now?” I whisper, wondering if he’s going to ask me to leave. It would make sense; this was only supposed to be a hookup, after all. A one-night stand. But a part of me wants that to beallnight, or at least as long as I can make it without getting in trouble. I still have to sneak back home.
“Well—” Niall appears to be considering. “We could take a shower. And after that—who knows?”
A shower. Somehow the idea of that seems terribly intimate for what we are to each other, but how could anything be more intimate than what we just did?He was literally inside of you a second ago, and you’re questioning a shower?
I nod, fighting back the strange welling of emotion in my chest, mingled with a palpable relief.This is normal,I tell myself.You just did something huge.But I can’t let Niall see. At best, he’d be alarmed by my sudden burst of emotion, and at worst, he’d figure out I was a virgin before a few minutes ago. I don’t want him to know, so I bite back the feelings choking my throat, instead pasting a smile onto my lips. “Help me up?” I say in a small voice, and Niall does exactly that, taking my hand and helping us both up from the carpet. In one hand, he scoops up my red dress, draping it over the back of a chair before pulling me into his arms gently.