With her invitation, I lick the salty mix from my lips and step into the tub. I position myself in back and lean her against my chest. My legs wrap around hers, my arms wrap around her body, and she’s exactly where she belongs.
I look down and can’t think of a better sight in the world than seeing her protected in my arms, for a sweetly intimate scene. For a different kind of intimacy, there’s a very different best sight in the world…her riding my dick.
“Is this part of your fantasy?” I ask.
“I never really got this far.”
“You never played it out in real life?”
“No.” Longing fills her short answer.
“Why do you say it like that?”
Sweet Pea and Tank share a moment. His jaw flexes. What the hell does he know about her that I don’t? I tighten my embrace.
She says tentatively, “Until tonight, I never had sex with a guy.”
Water sloshes as I sit upright and lean beside her, so I can look into her eyes. Is this more role-playing? Did she fail to mention that she was playing an innocent virgin being chased by three guys? Was it part of the MC thing, rather than us being firefighters? I mean, we don’t have that kind of MC, but some clubs do.
“You were a virgin, as in Tank was your first?” Purge asks.
She nods, and the doe-eyed innocence of her big blue eyes seals the truth of her revelation.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” I ask.
“It wasn’t your business.”
“Yeah, actually, we’re having sex. That’s something that we deserve to know.”
“Do you?”
Tank rushes over and sits on the edge of the tub. “Look, it’s her decision whether to tell people or not. She knew what she was getting into, and while I agree with you, Winger, I would’ve liked to have known before we started, it wouldn’t have been the same. So I can see where she’s coming from.”
Purge says, “I’m going to go grab some drinks. We all need to cool off about this.”
I settle lower in the tub again, wrapping my arms around her, cherishing her even more.
“Sorry. I overreacted, but I’m not used to women wanting to have sex quite like you did, especially for their first time.”
Tank scoffs. “That’s because you’re an old fucker.”
“Yeah, well, I know how to treat a woman. I know how to make her happy.” I slip my hands between her legs, circling her clit.
I listen for her moans and settle into a slow rhythm.
“You may have been the first to claim her, but I’ll be the first to give her bath sex.” I may sound overly competitive. I don’t know if that’s a thing, but part of me is desperate to show her something she’s never experienced. I’ll take anything I can get.
While I’m easing her into her next orgasm, and her body writhes on top of me, I ask, “Are there any other fantasies you want to play out?”
“Why don’t I turn around to straddle you, and we check another thing off?”
“Let me make you come first.”
She doesn’t object. I quicken my circles and toy with her nipple with my other hand while I plant kisses on the side of her face and her hair. She’s too perfect, and yet, I don’t know how much of this is her role play. Is that what she planned for four hours of winning us?
I don’t understand a woman like her. So while I’m having the best night of my life, I’m also terrified that this isn’t anything more than a game to her. I’ll lay down my life for her, and she might be toying with us.
Ten