Don't Let Go

by Willow Winters

  He moans into my mouth and unclips my bra. I want to hold onto it and cover myself, but I let it fall. It’s all or nothing. And I want it all.

  He breaks the kiss and drops me on the bed, making me bounce. My arms instinctively cross over my chest. He opens his mouth and I know what he’s going to say, but before it comes from his lips, I pull my arms away and let him look at me.

  He gives me a wide smile. “Good girl.” His eyes travel over my body with appreciation as his deft fingers unbutton my pants and pull them off of me. The rough jeans rub against my ass as I lift my hips and lie there in only my thong. He leans down and pulls my hips to the edge of the bed.

  “I’ve waited too fucking long to taste you.” He pushes his thumbs through the thin material, and the sound of the thin lace fabric tearing fills the room.

  I close my eyes and lean my head back as he lowers his head to my pussy.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  He lifts my legs over his shoulders and I feel a cool breeze against my heat. My nipples harden, and part of me wants to hide. Part of me wants to rock my pussy in his face to get off.

  He takes a languid lick, and I have to open my eyes to watch. It’s so gentle and warm, it’s relaxing more than anything at first. But then he flicks his tongue against my clit, and my body bows and jumps at the sensation.

  I look up as I hear the sound of him opening a drawer to his nightstand. I let my head fall back as he licks my pussy again and then pulls back to tear the condom wrapper open while he sucks my clit.

  A rough chuckle vibrates up his chest as he grips my thighs and pushes me down, sucking my clit into his mouth. My mouth opens wide and my body tries to move away from the sensation. He suctions my clit and pulls back with a pop, and the sensation pushes me over the edge. I can't take anymore, and I cum violently. Waves of pleasure crash through my body.

  I’m vaguely aware that he’s pushing my body up the bed and caging me in. The heat and tingling pleasure rise and fall in slow waves.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum.” He cups my right breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers. My body writhes under him. “We gotta work on your control, kitten,” he says with a bit of humor as he pinches and pulls my nipple. The slightly painful sensation is directly linked to my clit.

  He lowers his lips to my ear as he lines up his cock, nudging the head between my pussy lips and he whispers, “Although I do love how responsive you are.”

  I barely have a moment to take in his words.

  In one hard thrust he’s buried deep inside me to the hilt. I feel a sharp pinch and my mouth opens as a silent scream is ripped from my throat and my head flies backward. He stills inside of me and pulls away. He braces himself above me and looks down at me with wide eyes.

  I can hardly breathe looking up at him. He knows. I turn my head to the side and refuse to look back at him. My pussy hurts, and I just want him to move. But he’s not.

  A blush heats my cheeks as he grips my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asks.

  I nod my head slowly and swallow thickly. “Not anymore,” I finally answer.

  His eyes flash with a primal need as he lowers his face to mine and his tongue dives into my mouth. His fingers grip my hips and he moves out of me slowly.

  It hurts. My forehead pinches, and I want to move away.

  He pushes back in with a hard thrust and grinds his pelvis against my throbbing clit. The pleasure is so strong I have to break our kiss and release a strangled cry.

  Fuck, my head thrashes around as my body heats. I feel so full.

  He buries his head in the crook of my neck, kissing, licking and biting as he slowly moves in and out of me. His gentle touch is offset by the hard thrusts and his blunt nails digging into my hips.

  He nips my earlobe and whispers, “I want to hear you say my name when you cum on my dick,” sending a chill down my body and leaving goosebumps along every inch of my skin. Just hearing his dirty words has me on edge.

  “Say it,” he commands me.

  “Ryker.” His name falls from my lips instantly. I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times, but it was never like this. Never this intense and all-consuming.

  “That’s right, kitten. I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

  His lips clamp around my nipple and then I feel his teeth. He massages his tongue against the tender skin, and I feel the arousal between my thighs. My head pushes into the mattress as a low, radiating desire moves outward from the pit of my belly, threatening to paralyze my body.

  But then he pulls nearly all the way out and I can barely stand it. The pleasure fades and in its place is the hint of pain from his taking my virginity. I need more.

  Just as I think it, he slams back into me. His teeth pull against my nipple and I go off. I shatter beneath him. My pussy clamps around his dick, and my body heats with my release. My breathing stops, and I cry out his name.

  He lifts himself up again and pushes his thumb against my clit, rubbing slow circles with soft pressure.

  Oh, fuck. Yes! It feels so good. My legs wrap around his waist and my heels dig into his ass. I need more.

  “Uh-uh,” he admonishes me. His rough voice makes my eyes snap to his as he says, “You’ll take what I’ll give you.” I can’t reply to him. The only response I can give him is a soft moan as he slams into me again. The force of his touch on my clit makes everything that much better.

  The pain slips away as he fucks my body like he owns it, playing with me however he wants.

  “Look at me, kitten.” My eyes fly to his and he holds my gaze as he pounds into my pussy. My body rocks with each hard thrust, but my eyes stay on his.

  His mouth is parted and his eyes half-lidded as he continues his ruthless pace.

  The height of my orgasm seems so high. Too high. I’m going to fall and shatter into a million pieces below him, but he doesn’t care. He pushes my thighs farther apart and fucks me deeper, pounding me with a ruthless pace.

  “Mine,” he growls into my ear as he pinches my clit and I instantly explode under him. A bright white light flashes before my eyes as my body goes numb and then instantly blazes with pleasure.

  I scream out his name as my back bows and my pussy spasms around his dick. I feel his thick cock pulsing inside of me as a warmth leaks out of me and drips down my thighs.

  He groans in the crook of my neck and whispers my name.

  I lie under him trying to catch my breath as he kisses my neck, my jaw and then my lips.

  I feel exhausted and sore, wincing as he slowly pulls out of me.

  As Ryker climbs off of the bed and heads to the bathroom, I pull the covers up and over my body. Insecurity quickly washes over me as the high of my orgasm dims. I clench my thighs, and the hint of pain makes me feel deliciously used. I don’t regret it, not even for a second.

  But this is Ryker in real life. Not the man in my dreams. I want more. But I have no idea what he wants. A pain settles in my chest, and I try to ignore it. To me this is more than what it is to him. I can’t hold that against him though. I got what I wanted. And I got what I asked for.

  I finally got the bad boy experience I knew Ryker would give me. And he has the piece of me I’ve always wanted to give him.

  All I can think as I hear him turn on the faucet to the shower is, Now what?

  Ryker

  I walk back into the bedroom with the warm cloth and look at the tinge of pink on it.

  She waited for me. Never in a million years would I have thought she’d do that.

  She’s mine for good now. She’s mine. I have an odd sense of pride that I can’t let go of. I was her first.

  As I walk back to her with a grin on my face, it falls. I stop to take a good look at her. She’s got the covers wrapped tight around her, and she’s not looking at me.

  I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers. But I’m not letting her go. It’s not happenin
g.

  Whatever’s going on, I’m making sure she knows I want her.

  I climb onto the bed and pull the covers back. Her eyes widen and fly to mine. I can feel them on me, but I ignore her. “Spread your legs for me.”

  My dick jumps as she obeys my command. I see her wince with pain though, and I don’t like that. I tried not to be too rough on her, but I lost control a bit.

  I gently wipe the pink-tinged cum from her legs and ass. A bit's gotten onto the sheets, too. Her little pussy is swollen and red. I watch her face as I gently wipe the cloth against her sensitive flesh.

  She closes her eyes, but it’s a look of comfort. Good. I push her thighs closed and get off the bed enough to toss the washcloth into the hamper. The sheets will need to be washed too, but it can wait.

  I lie down under the comforter and pull her body into mine. She’s a little stiff, and I don’t like that. She’s feeling insecure. I don’t want that for her.

  “What’s wrong, Catherine?” I ask her in a soft voice. “Did I hurt you?” I already know I did. It was her first time. I know she’s going to be sore.

  Her body relaxes some as she gently shakes her head and replies, “No, it felt good.” Just good? She felt like fucking heaven. I knew she would feel like that. She tacks on, “Really good,” and a small smile plays at her lips.

  “What’s bothering you, kitten?” I nudge her chin with the tip of my nose, and she turns in my arms to finally look at me.

  “I’m scared.” Her confession puts my guard on high alert. Whatever her worry is, I’ll ease it for her.

  “Tell me why,” I say and keep her gaze, willing her to tell me the truth.

  “I don’t know what this is.” Her voice cracks, and it breaks my heart that she’s so insecure. I can’t blame her. I fucking jumped on her the second I got her back here. It was selfish of me. I run my thumb along her bottom lip and think about what I should tell her.

  I finally settle on the truth. “It's whatever you want it to be.” I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me. Maybe that makes me pussy-whipped. But I don’t care. I just want her.

  “Do you want me still?” she asks with a pained voice, and her eyes shining with vulnerability.

  A soft smile turns my lips up and I lean down to kiss the tip of her nose. “I finally got a taste of you, I’m not letting go now.”

  “What if I want more than just sex?” she asks while looking down at the comforter and picking at nonexistent loose threads. Relief flows through me.

  “That’s what you’re worried about?” I ask her, cupping her chin and tilting her face so she has to look at me.

  “I--” she starts to say something, but then she moves her head out of my grip and looks away as she haltingly says, “I think I’ve loved you for a long time, Ryker.”

  My heartbeat slows, and my skin heats. I don’t use that word, love. I don’t believe in it. One minute my parents loved me, and the next they hated me. I know I need to say something to her to ease her worries, but I don’t believe in that word. I splay my hand across her belly and pull her small body closer to mine. I kiss the crook of her neck gently. “I’ve wanted you for years, Catherine. Not just in my bed and screaming my name. But I wanted you next to me. I wanted to be good enough for you. I wanted to be the man who deserved to have you.” She looks up at me with her big doe eyes like she doesn’t believe me, but it’s true. Every word. “I don’t know that I am right now. But I’m working hard to be that man, and I want you. Not just for tonight, and not just for sex. I want you to be mine. Period.”

  She surprises me as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me with a passion I wasn’t expecting. It’s a sweet kiss, but there’s more to it than that. It’s like all restraint has left her. There’s nothing holding us back.

  I pull away just slightly and nip her bottom lip. I look into her eyes and see nothing but happiness. That’s better. I want her to be happy.

  I let out a yawn and almost tell her to go to sleep, but then a thought pops into my head.

  “How are you gonna tell your father?” I ask her. That worries me. Her father never liked me. Not that many parents did back then. And not that I could blame him.

  She giggles. “He’s gonna have a fucking heart attack. But he’ll get over it.”

  “You think it’ll be that easy, huh?” I’m not looking forward to that family dinner. My heart clenches in my chest. I can’t split her up from her parents. They were good to her, and they were right to keep me away from her. I don’t want to keep her from having something that I’m missing out on.

  “I’m all grown up now, Ryker,” she says with a hint of humor. “Besides, you should’ve seen my last boyfriend.”

  My body goes tense. I don’t like the thought of her with someone else. “I’m kidding!” she says with a wide smile before nuzzling into my chest.

  I let my body relax and run my hand down her side. My fingers trail along her skin and give her the shivers. I let out a small chuckle.

  “Dad might never approve, but he’ll get over it.” I nod once at her words. That’s true. And I’ll do my best to show them I’ve changed. “What matters is that I want you.”

  I smile at her words. That pride fills my chest again.

  It’s a feeling I don’t get often, and I want it every day from here on out.

  “You have no idea how much I wanted you,” she confesses. But I do. I knew she wanted me, but back then it wouldn’t have been good for her. I wouldn’t have been good for her.

  I huff a laugh. “Well I’ve got a hold on you now, kitten.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “And I’m not gonna let go.”

  Epilogue

  Ryker

  Two years later

  I’m so damn nervous. I hate this feeling. I wipe my hands off with a towel and make sure all the muck’s gone. Mr. Parker’s gonna be here soon. Usually I’m proud looking at my choppers when they’re all done. I look over the bike and love it. The design is hot. The chrome is shiny, and the leather smooth. Everything’s perfect.

  But it’s for Catherine’s father. Mr. Parker’s approval makes me nervous.

  I know I make my kitten happy now. There’s no doubt in my mind. But her father’s a different story.

  Ever since that night at the party, she’s been staying with me. That’s how I want it. I need her in my bed and cumming on my dick every night. That’s the way it should be. Even though Khloe got kicked out of school for public drunkenness, I wouldn’t let her go back to the dorms. Catherine’s my girl, she should be in my bed.

  But I’ve also been going to their family dinners every other Sunday. And that’s… fucking exhausting. It’s getting better though. I can at least admit that.

  At first I refused to go. Who the hell wants to go to their girlfriend’s parents’ house? Especially since I know her father, and I remember how he told me to stay away from her. It was years ago, but still.

  It made her so upset though. So I caved and went with her to her parents' house. My parents aren’t next door anymore. It’s odd seeing the house I grew up in. It looks different. New siding, and the current owners painted the shutters. They fixed the fence out back and put in large bushes on the edge of the sidewalk. It doesn’t look like the place I grew up. Which is a good thing in a lot of ways.

  It sucked being there that first day though. I haven’t seen my parents in years. Not since they lost the house and came to me for money. That ended real quick when I told them no. I could see the look in my father’s eyes. That same mean look he used to give me before the fights would start. But I didn’t back down. If they want a relationship with me, they can have one. But if they just want money they’ll have to go somewhere else.

  It hurts still that they left and never came back, but it’s for the best.

  My parents are nothing like the Parkers.

  Catherine was blessed with parents who really love her. They love her enough to be concerned about the fact that we’re seeing each other, too.

 
; They know she isn’t at the dorms, which only makes it more awkward. That first night her father looked at me the way a man looks at the prick who’s fucking his daughter. Can’t blame him for it, but it didn’t make spaghetti Sunday go by any quicker.

  I had to grin when I overheard Catherine’s mother scolding him in the kitchen. Janette reminds me a lot of Catherine. But there’s no doubt I’m nothing like George.

  Although he did order a custom build from me. So that means something. That, and he didn’t put up much fuss when we told them we’re buying a new house closer in town when Catherine graduates this semester. So those are good signs.

  “Hey! You aren’t dressed!” I hear my kitten come into the garage and practically stomp her little foot.

  I turn around and smile at her. I’ve got a wrench in one hand and a towel in the other and say, “I’m going as a mechanic.”

  She rolls her eyes and walks down the two steps so she’s on the concrete slab. “You gotta hurry, babe. As soon as Daddy leaves we need to get going, or we’re going to be late!”

  She’s excited to see everyone from the party. Like it’s a reunion of sorts. As if we even stayed that long last time.

  I hope Jake and Levi have another bet going, 'cause this time I am fucking her somewhere in that house. With that cute little skirt and fishnets, fuck yeah I’m getting in that pussy as soon as we find an empty room.

  My dick twitches, and I think about taking her ass up to the office real quick, but then I hear a car pull up.

  If her father doesn’t hate me now, he sure as hell would if he walked in on me fucking his baby girl.

  I try to think of everything I can to get this erection down as Catherine walks over to her old man. He steps out of the car and looks back at me with a tight smile.

  “You’re going to love it!” Catherine squeals, pulling on his arm before he’s even had the chance to shut his car door. He kicks it closed and keeps up with her pace as he comes into the garage.