Pretty Little Lies (Deception Duet Book 1)

by Morgan James

  Her hands moved next to her hips, fisting in the comforter. Deciding we’d both endured enough teasing for the evening, I levered myself over her. Her eyes were closed, teeth cutting into her lower lip. I cupped the side of her face. “Look at me.”

  Her eyes popped open.

  “That’s better.” I brushed my lips over hers. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make you come.”

  The crown of my dick bumped her folds, sliding across her wet pussy lips, and I fought to hold back a groan. She was soaking wet, primed and ready for me. Dipping my head, I devoured her mouth as I lined myself up with her. Rolling my hips, I thrust into her, fast and hard, not feeling the telltale resistance until it was too late. I plunged through the thin barrier of her womanhood, destroying it.

  The fuck? I froze, and the world around me stilled as Jules’s back arched, her legs stiffening where they clenched my hips, and a keening cry ripped from her throat—not the good kind.

  She was a fucking virgin? Deep in the recesses of my mind, I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew what I’d just felt, and a sickening dread filled my stomach.

  Her nails dug into my biceps where she gripped me, trying to hold me close and push me away at the same time. “Eric!”

  Why the hell hadn’t she said anything? Fuck. Fuck!

  The tortured plea in her voice damn near broke me, and I had no idea how to make it better. It would hurt worse if I tried to pull out right now. Her body was strung tighter than a bow, her pussy clamped down on me like a vise. I pushed my anger aside and tried to soothe her. “Shh, baby, just relax.”

  Her chest heaved as she struggled to draw in air, and I worried she might hyperventilate. Her eyes were wide and wild as she fought me. “I can’t... It’s...”

  I cupped her face with one hand and forced her attention to me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Look at me.”

  A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and her arms flailed frantically as she tried to extricate herself from my hold. Using my body weight, I pinned her to the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pressed them over her head. “Jules. Look at me.”

  With an anguished cry, she blinked those beautiful, heartbreakingly sad eyes up at me. “Take a deep breath, honey. I’m right here.”

  Her chest rose on a shaky inhale, and I released her wrists to run one hand over her hair. “That’s it, baby girl. I need you to relax so I can pull out.” I wiped up a stray tear with the pad of my thumb. “You’re so fucking tight, and I don’t want to hurt you more.”

  She nodded but didn’t speak. “Okay.” I released her hands, and her arms automatically wound around my shoulders. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, and I comforted her as best I could. “I’m going to pull out now, sweetheart.”

  Her head moved against my throat as she shook her head. “Not... not yet.”

  I remained still, suspended over her, before I gently pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were still glassy from her earlier tears as I searched her gaze. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “It doesn’t—” She broke off and swallowed, then continued. “It’s better now.”

  What the hell did that mean? It’d been years since I was with a virgin, and reading between the lines was fucking impossible. “I need you to tell me what you want, Jules. Do you want me to stop?”

  Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she averted her gaze, then hesitantly shook her head. “No. I want...”

  Grasping her chin, I redirected her gaze to mine. I needed to hear the words—I needed to see those beautiful eyes when she told me. I wasn’t going to let her second-guess it, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to keep going if I thought she was conflicted. I was not going to be a regret tomorrow morning. “Look at me when you speak.”

  Her eyes widened a fraction, but she gave a timid little nod.

  “Tell me exactly what you want.” She’d come to me earlier for reasons I couldn’t begin to understand—especially now—begging me to fuck her. If she still wanted it, she was going to have to ask. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded.

  “Not good enough. I want to hear you say it.”

  She swallowed hard. “I want you.”

  “You want me to... what?” I wasn’t going to give her an inch.

  Irritation flared in those pretty orbs, and she smacked my chest. “You know what.”

  I captured her tiny hand in mine and trapped it between us. “Maybe, maybe not.”

  Looking unsure as hell and more than a little pissed, she hissed out what I’d been waiting to hear. “Fuck me.”

  “Good girl.” I unfurled her hand and placed a kiss to her palm before replacing it on the pillow over her head. Framing her face with my hands, I dipped my head and kissed her long and slow. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I tasted her, devoured her. I’d started to soften while I waited for her to make up her mind; now my erection came back full force. Beneath me, her body began to relax, and Jules threw herself into the kiss, matching me stroke for stroke.

  Her pussy strangled my cock, and I rolled my hips, testing her readiness. She sucked in a breath but didn’t shy away. Instead, her pelvis lifted as if she needed to get closer. I knew exactly what she was feeling in that moment. Even though I was buried inside her, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to claim every inch of her, mark her—make her mine. I wanted to burn my presence into every cell of her body so my touch was the only one she would ever remember.

  I dropped to my elbows and slid my hands through her hair, cupping her head and lifting her face to meet mine. The weight of my body pressed her into the mattress, and her tight little nipples scraped my chest with every breath that filled her lungs. Ready to explode, I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I clamped down on the urge. Taking my time was fucking torture, but if I was ever going to do one thing right by this woman—it would be this.

  Chapter 27

  Giuliana

  Every complication in life slipped away as Eric’s mouth came down on mine again. He teased me, his lips grazing mine whisper soft, our tongues sliding sensually over one another’s.

  Unsure exactly of what to do with my hands, I moved them from his shoulders, then slid them up to the back of his neck. My nails scraped over his short hair, slightly damp with perspiration. A little growl rumbled up from his throat, and disappointment gripped my heart as he tore his mouth away from mine. It lasted but a second as he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, over the curve of my jaw. He gently bit my chin, and his tongue darted out to soothe it as I let out a little mewl.

  I shifted restlessly beneath him, needing more. He was still seated deep inside me, my flesh throbbing and contracting around his shaft. He felt huge, stretching me to the limits. I knew it was supposed to hurt the first time, but I’d never imagined that. The memory of the pain when he’d thrust inside me was still sharp and startlingly clear. I felt as if he’d stabbed me—which he kind of had. Yet my core throbbed with need, the pain replaced with the desire to find a fulfillment I so desperately needed.

  “You sure about this?”

  I lifted my hips a fraction, testing the pain. It still felt like too much—uncomfortable but not painful. “Yeah.”

  Pushing himself up so I was caged between his arms, he rocked his hips against mine, pulling out the tiniest bit before sliding back in. I met his thrust and curled my legs around his, urging him deeper. I bit my lip and shifted my hips, trying to find release. Above me, Eric’s face was pulled into a concentrated mask, and his muscles rippled beneath my touch as he slowly pumped in and out.

  My insides felt like they were on fire, the feeling of the condom unnatural and uncomfortable as it scraped along my flesh. I didn’t even care about an orgasm anymore. I winced against the pain, praying he would finish quickly. Suddenly, he stopped moving. Was he done already? My eyes popped open and collided with his hazel ones.

  “You’re trying too hard.”

  I turned my head to the side, blinking against the tears that filled
my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  My voice cracked, and I bit my tongue to keep anything else from escaping. I clamped my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to see the disappointment in his. I knew I wasn’t what he wanted or expected. He’d probably been with dozens of experienced women who screamed his name in ecstasy when they fell into bed with him. And here I was, a fraud who’d tricked him into taking my virginity.

  One huge hand took my chin and guided it toward him. “Jules. Look at me.” I blinked up at him through burning, watery eyes, and he searched my gaze. “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing.” I just wanted him to finish. I wanted this to be over already.

  His brows drew together. “Am I hurting you?” When I bit my lip and started to shake my head, he pressed up on the underside of my chin with his thumb. “The truth.”

  I licked my dry lips and whispered the word. “Yes.”

  Though he tried to hide it, his face contorted into a slight grimace as he slowly pulled out. I saw disappointment etched into every line of his face, and it sent a hot bolt of shame lancing through me. “I’m sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He softly kissed my lips, then pushed off the bed.

  Embarrassed, I pulled a corner of the comforter over my body and curled into a little ball. My legs still shook, otherwise I’d have run to lock the door behind him so I could wallow in pity alone. Not that a flimsy lock meant anything. Unfortunately, Eric wasn’t gone for but a few seconds. He lifted the comforter and slid in behind me, holding me close.

  We lay in silence for several minutes before I gathered the courage to turn toward him. “I’m sorry.”

  His hand stroked down my spine. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”

  “I do. I...” I trailed off, my cheeks flaming. “I wanted to be good for you.”

  Talented fingers swept up and down my back, comforting in their light and reassuring touch. “It feels different for everyone. Once your muscles get used to it, the pain goes away.”

  I nodded against his chest. “It did feel good for a while. I mean, it was big, but...”

  He chuckled when I didn’t continue. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Maybe we just need to practice more.”

  “Maybe,” I said doubtfully. “But it felt like I was being rubbed raw.” He leaned slightly away to look at me, and I blushed. “I’m sorry, that was awkward. I shouldn’t have—”

  “I want you to tell me.” He cupped the back of my neck in his palm. “Whatever it is, I want to know.”

  “It’s just... It hurt every time you moved. I felt like I was on fire,” I admitted.

  “Was it too much?” he asked. “Or are you sore?”

  “A little sore,” I admitted.

  He looked pensive. “Do you have any allergies?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t think so. Why?”

  “I’ve heard of some people having reactions to the condoms. Maybe that’s why you were so uncomfortable.”

  Despair settled over me. “So, what does that mean? We can’t have sex?”

  He hesitated so long, I wasn’t sure he’d answer. “We could,” he said slowly, “but there’s still a risk... You know, even if I don’t come inside you.”

  More than anything, I wanted to feel the way I had when he’d first swept me into his arms, riding high on passion.

  “What do you want to do?” I whispered, afraid of his answer.

  Hazel eyes bore into mine. “I’m clean, and I assume you are...”

  He trailed off, leaving the statement open-ended as if waiting for me to decide. Emboldened by his words, I nodded as I slipped a hand between us and brushed my fingers over his shaft. It jumped as soon as I touched it, already starting to harden again, and Eric let out a little hiss. “Need a yes or no, sweetheart. What’s it gonna be?”

  I kissed his throat, the short hairs abrading my lips as I nipped at him. “Yes.”

  Pushing my shoulder, he rolled me to my back and settled between my thighs. “I want you to tell me if it hurts.”

  Snaking a hand between our bodies, he tested my readiness. I sucked in a breath as his fingers sank deep inside me, the moisture from my core easing their way.

  “I love that you’re so wet for me.” I felt my face flame at his dirty words, but my embarrassment was forgotten a moment later as his mouth landed on mine, insistent and needy.

  He pulled his fingers free and fisted his shaft, then pressed the rounded head to my entrance. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable pain as he slipped an inch inside. His tongue distracted me as he continued to press inward until he slid all the way home. Hot and hard, skin on skin, I let out a whimper.

  Eric lifted his head. “Good?” I nodded, and he rolled his hips, pulling out and thrusting in again.

  The slight burning sensation remained, but it was eclipsed by the silky heat of him filling me, better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. “Oh, God, yes!”

  Each stroke came a little harder, went a little deeper, and I pressed my heels into the backs of his legs, urging him to go faster. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the air as flesh came together, his balls lightly slapping my bottom as he drove into me. Perspiration beaded on his brow, and I felt the slickness of his skin as I ran my palms over his shoulders and upper back. I kissed the base of his neck, my tongue darting out to taste the salty manliness of him.

  He slowed his pace, dipping his head and fusing our mouths together. As his tongue stroked languidly over mine, his cock teased my entrance in slow, shallow thrusts. I lifted my hips to take more of him, but he resisted, pushing backward instead. Unwrapping my legs from where they were wound around his waist like a pretzel, he lifted them over his shoulders. The angle pushed him deeper inside me, and we both let out a little sigh of satisfaction.

  Dropping a kiss on my calf, he began to move. My legs trembled where they lay over his broad shoulders, nervous anticipation humming through my veins. I felt vulnerable, exposed. Never before had I shown this part of me to anyone—I’d never even been naked in front of another person before. Eric’s heated gaze swept over me and I curled my fingers into the comforter, needing something to hold on to.

  Huge hands gripped my thighs, and I let out a whimper as he sank in to the hilt. His cock filled me up, leaving no inch untouched. Each pass fanned the fire inside my core to life. My pussy clamped down as he pulled out, as if my body didn’t want to lose contact with his.

  “Feel me, sweetheart.”

  Oh, God, yes. I did—I felt too much. I felt every inch of him as the broad head of his cock stroked my inner walls until he was once more seated deep inside me. I let out a little groan as my muscles contracted around him, holding him tightly.

  “Can you feel that, Jules?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, unable to formulate a more articulate response. It was all at once too much and not enough, heaven and hell mixed into one package. A myriad of sensations built up, my emotions ping-ponging back and forth. Heat raced through my body, the fire that had been building in my core suddenly flaring into an inferno. My muscles contracted, and I let out a silent scream as pleasure like I’d never known crashed over me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t do anything but hold on as he swept me away to a place higher than the stars.

  He plunged in and out, ragged breath leaving his mouth, sweat glistening on his chest. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

  Two more hard thrusts and he pulled out, his hot seed splashing over my lower belly. He collapsed over me, his head burrowed against my neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the curly, springy hairs teasing my nipples.

  “Jesus fuck.”

  Energy depleted, I was barely able to form a catlike smile. Turning his head, he dropped a kiss on my collarbone. Before I was ready to let him go, he lifted his body from mine.

  “Don’t move.” He punctuated the order with a kiss, then slid off the bed. Thirty seconds later, he was back with a warm cloth. He ran it over my center,
cleaning me, wiping up the evidence of our lovemaking.

  Completely sated, I snuggled into the covers and allowed my body to relax. I was almost asleep when Eric climbed back into bed. He slipped one arm beneath my head, so I was pillowed on his bicep. The other arm came around my waist and pulled me close.

  I let out a little sigh of pleasure. “I want to do that again.”

  What sounded like a rough chuckle left his lips. “Me, too.”

  Fingers splayed proprietarily over my stomach, he tucked my bottom against his hips. I wiggled until I could feel the weight of his cock settled between my ass cheeks.

  He nuzzled my hair aside and kissed the spot just below my ear. “Sleep, beautiful.”

  I snuggled further into him as exhaustion pulled at me, and I handed myself over to its mercy, happy to be wrapped in Eric’s arms, right where I belonged.

  Chapter 28

  Eric

  I felt her relax as she dropped off to sleep, her head resting heavily against my shoulder as the tension drained from her muscles. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to settle. Why hadn’t she said anything?

  I stared down at the woman in my arms, curled into me like a contented little kitten—far from the she-cat who’d hissed and spat at me in the kitchen earlier. Now it all made sense. I couldn’t fight this thing between us anymore; Jules was mine, and I wasn’t going to let her go until she asked to be set free.

  I closed my eyes and managed to doze for a bit until she shifted next to me. Unused to sleeping with someone, my eyes popped open. In the dim moonlight, I saw that Jules had rolled to her back. The motion had caused the sheet to fall, exposing her torso to my view. Her pretty, pert breasts were revealed in stark relief in the moonlight, the tips pebbled as the cool night air washed over them. Almost immediately, I began to harden, needing to feel her wrapped around me once more.