by Brynn Paulin
“So here’s the thing… You can take the guest suite down here if you want. Or you can move into the master suite.”
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~ Cricket ~
Where did I want to stay? Duh. I wanted to be with Brix. No matter where we went in the future, I wanted this time with him.
I stepped close to him, close enough to feel his body heat and smell his unique forest scent. I almost groaned when his arms went around me, his hands resting at the upper curve of my ass. His thumbs made small circles as he gazed at me.
“And where will you be?” I asked, loving that he so obviously enjoyed my figure. Even without his touch, the fire in his eyes would tip me off. He looked…hungry. Ravenous.
“Wherever you are.” His deep growled sent a shiver though me. Wherever I was? Hell, yes. Might as well make this easy then.
I took a deep breath, letting reality and his attraction wash over me. He wanted me. I wanted him. I could do this, be his, for the next month or so. At very least.
And it might destroy me at the end, but apparently, I had a self-destructive streak.
“The master suite,” I told him.
I gasped as Brix swept me up in his arms before I’d even finished my pronouncement, practically bounding as he carried me bridal-style toward the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, clutching his muscular shoulders.
“Moving you in.”
“Um…my stuff? It’s by the door. Shouldn’t that be part of the move in?”
“I’ve got what’s most important, Princess.”
Oh… Melt me!
Trusting him not to drop me, I slid my arms around his neck and pressed my mouth to his. And I kissed the hell out of him—in my unexperienced way. I wasn’t an expert after those we’d already shared, but Brix didn’t seem to mind. A moment later, I found myself flush to the staircase wall. The position freed his hands since his body held me up. My legs instinctively locked around his waist, while he buried one hand in my hair, cupping the back of my head. His rock-hard arousal—cock. I could say cock, right? His cock pushed against my pussy, a bar of steel through our layers of clothes.
I wanted him. I wanted him right now. My mouth opened to his, allowing his tongue access, and I groaned as he took the invitation, sliding along mine.
His other hand snaked up under the edge of my loose T-shirt, while I drove both my hands into his coarse hair and held him right where I wanted him—feasting on my mouth. Not that I could stop him from moving away, but I needed him to know what I wanted. My hips left no question while I rocked my pelvis against his. The sweet friction of his cock against me might get me off again, but I didn’t want another fully clothed orgasm. I required the full experience with him. Now. Tonight.
I whimpered when his hand cupped my breast. I filled his palm, but I couldn’t stop my instant apprehension. I might be curvy in my hips and butt, but I’d always found my chest a little small compared to the rest of me. But he’d expressed how he liked them before, I reminded myself.
Brix made a small sound of appreciation, underlining my thought. His fingers moved, finding my nipple. Not like it was much of a hunt. Both peaks were hard as little pebbles and popping out to yell look at me.
He rolled a tip, growling in pleasure. “These tits… I have wanted them since I saw you in profile at the gala. Even then, I just knew you’d fit me perfectly. Look at this…”
Pulling back slightly, he ripped my tee over my head and tossed it to the side. I’d already lost my flip-flops somewhere, and I had half a thought about his staff finding my clothes strewn all over, then I didn’t care. My gaze followed his to where his hand curled around my lace-covered breast. Hardly daring to hope we’d end up like this, I’d worn a frilly white bra, so transparent, it revealed more than it hid. Brix’s eyes were fastened to the sight.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured. He plucked the nipple through the lace, drawing a whimper-moan from me. I arched into him, wanting more of the sensations pulsing through me at the touch. My panties were drenched from my arousal. With him standing up for me at my dad’s, making out on the limo ride here, then this, I was ready to combust.
I’d always thought I’d be overwhelmed by nerves, self-consciousness about my scars if I got to this point with any guy. Not with Brix. He made me feel…adored. Perfect to him For him. I desired him more than I’d ever desired anything.
“You want this?” he asked.
“You doubt it?”
“I want to hear it.”
“I want you, Elijah. I need you.”
“You’re gonna get me,” he promised. Suddenly, he turned and bolted the rest of the way upstairs. I clung to him. My mouth pressed to his neck, tasting and nibbling and not paying any attention to where he took me. I trusted him, and I figured he was getting a bed under us. No complaints from me on that.
Snaking one hand between us, I reached down to unbutton his jeans and slip my hand inside. A groan escaped me when my palm encountered the warm, ridge of heat through his underwear. He hissed in response. Determined to return the pleasure he gave me, I rubbed up and down slowly. I couldn’t help my smile at the damp spot near the crown.
“Princess, you’re playing with fire.”
I nipped his earlobe. “I want to be burned by you.”
“Fuck…”
“That, too.”
“And here, I thought you’d be a shy, little virgin.”
“You want that? Should I stop?” Suddenly, I worried I’d come on too strong. Was I too slutty? I’d figured a man like him must be experienced and expect someone who’d meet him toe-to-toe—or maybe pussy-to-cock would be a better way to think.
“Fuck, no. I want whatever you give me. Shy…aggressive. As long as I get you, the woman who’s had me rock-hard since meeting her. Holding you last night, being a gentleman—well, as gentlemanly as I was getting, ‘cause I sure as fuck wasn’t leaving you alone in my bed—it was hell. No one has ever affected me like you do. You light up all my pleasure zones, making me crave you like a starving man.”
“Wow…” I breathed, overwhelmed by his intensity. But in truth, I felt that way, too.
I cupped his cheek, his evening stubble lightly abrading my palm. Seeing only him, I stared into his dark brown eyes. Drowning in the intensity, I let him read the truth in mine. “I feel the same. I might not have…um…before.”
“Fucked,” he supplied, and I realized we’d stopped. I didn’t look around. This was too important.
“Right. Fucked. I might not have, but that doesn’t change the way I feel.”
“And how’s that?”
“Like you’re the best chocolate in the world…the only bit of it…the only chocolate left in existence, and it’s the only thing that will keep me alive. Like I might die if I don’t have you.” Embarrassed, I dropped my face into his shoulder. “That probably sounds completely stalkerish.”
“No. It sounds like you’re mine. Meant for me. And only me.”
Maybe, I was. Maybe, I wasn’t. But that didn’t change that this felt absolutely right. Perfect.
With him, I was his princess and not a beast.
I looked up at him again, taking in his sincerity. “Then…I want you to have all of me.”
Chapter Nine
~ Cricket ~
Brix had me on my back a second later. He came down with me, wedging between my parted knees and propping himself up on his elbows. Wrapping my hand behind his neck, I pulled him down to me. Our lips crashed together, each of us too eager for this next step between us. Everything might be moving fast, but it just felt right… The immediate connection, the urgency, the sense of knowing he was my one. I pushed aside any conflict I might feel. Somehow, I knew if this was meant to be, meant to last, we’d figure it out. We had to. Every second, I felt our souls meshing together. Parting would cause an unrepairable rip. I might eventually move on, but I’d be emotionally scarred from it.
Again, I shoved aside my worries and focused only
on Brix and the way he made me feel. His hands moved everywhere, skimming along my sides, wrapping around my neck so his thumb could caress my jaw, going back down to my breast. He spent plenty of time there, and I showed him just how much I enjoyed it by arching into his fingers.
I couldn’t hold back my moan when he twisted and pulled at a turgid nipple.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said when he switched to the other peak. “I love knowing you like what I’m doing.
Liked it? I way more than liked it. And I wanted more.
I rolled my hips upward into his, showing him what I wanted as I ground my pussy against his hard ridge. His pants were already partially open from my earlier exploration, so I shoved them down along with his boxer-briefs. I might be a virgin, but I wanted him to know I was ready. I wasn’t a wilting maiden; I was a woman ready and wanting for him.
My hand immediately wrapped around his length when it popped free and bobbed against my thigh. He felt like hot velvet under my palm—velvet stretched over granite. Curious, I traced the ridges along the length. What would he feel like inside me? Huge… I knew that. His girth stretched my fingers, and I had no idea how long he was, just…long. But I wasn’t worried. I knew he’d take care of me.
“I need to taste you,” he muttered against my lips then kissed his way over my chin, down my neck and then over my torso. His fingers hooked in my jeans as he went, shoving them down while he moved. I kicked away my pants as he settled between my legs. His thumb ran over the damp gusset of my panties. He groaned in appreciation before pressing his mouth to me, right through the fabric.
I shuddered, overwhelmed by the touch.
“So sweet,” he murmured. Suddenly, he pulled aside the cloth, and his mouth was on me. He tasted with long draws of his tongue along my slit. When he circled then sucked at my clit, I cried out. The instant orgasm shocked me. I shook, my hands clasped to his head, while my knees clamped on his shoulders.
“Elijah, Elijah…” I chanted. My eyes closed as he ate with fervor. I felt him removing my panties, but I pulled him back to me. “More… I need… I…”
My cries echoed around us when he parted me and worked a finger inside me.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunted. “You’re gonna strangle my cock, aren’t you?”
“I wouldn’t hurt you,” I whispered.
“Trust me, princess. That pain would be so good.” He thrust his finger and added a second. “I’m gonna want to live here.”
“Mmm… Works out then.”
“Works out?” he repeated distractedly while he nibbled and licked.
“That I live here—oh God!” My hips launched from the bed as he nipped my clit.
“Easy,” he murmured, guiding me back to the bed and showing no sign of slowing his feasting.
“Elijah,” I cried, my chant turning to begging. The edge of something big approached. I recognized it. He’d brought me to climax enough times. But this was bigger, a tsunami to wipe out everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I wanted. And it terrified me.
My arms flew wide, and I fisted the sheets, my body arching and convulsing with the tides of sensation crashing through me. Brix groaned that sound of pure pleasure again.
“Give it all to me,” he growled. “Give me all that cream. Get all good and wet for my big cock. You’re gonna take it. You’re gonna open these thighs nice and wide and give that cherry to me, aren’t you? You know it’s mine.”
“Yes,” I moaned, barely able to get out the word as my world blanked to nothing but his mouth and hands on me.
I felt him moving up my body, felt him positioning those slim hips between my legs, and just as he’d predicted, I spread wider for him. His cockhead poised at my entrance, and I held my breath, waiting. He didn’t move. My eyes opened, and I stared up at him. I knew he’d been hesitating because he wanted to see my eyes, to know I was really, truly there with him, that I wanted this.
Hadn’t I made it clear? Really clear? “In. Now,” I begged. “Please, Elijah.”
Not waiting a second longer, I grasped his length, holding him where I wanted him. My hips surged upward. Not enough for him to have my virginity, but enough to lodge his glans inside me.
“Finish it,” I demanded.
“You’re quite bossy,” he growled. “I like it. But just remember who’s in charge here. Tell me who owns this perfect little body.”
“Me unless you move your ass and finish this.”
The smartass clenched his butt cheeks. But at the same time, he nipped at my nipple. “Naughty.”
Even so, he plunged deeper. Slowly.
No, no, no, not slow. I wanted fast, for him to rip through and destroy my virginity. To take it away.
“Not fast,” he told me, and I realized I must have muttered that aloud. “Nice and slow. If I work you open enough, there might be a pinch, but it won’t hurt a lot. And trust me, I want you over and over tonight. You’ll barely be able to hobble around in the morning, but it won’t be because of pain.”
My fingers drummed on his shoulder. Was this like villains monologuing in movies? Could I take him by surprise while he speeched me?
“You’re thinking too much,” he chuckled. “Relax.”
“Impatient virgin here. I want—”
His thumb rubbed a hard circle on my clit.
“That! Oh, I want—”
He drew hard on my nipples, first one then the other and back. Slowly, his hips thrust forward and back, occasionally departing entirely while he fingered me and massaged my g-spot—at least, I was pretty sure that was what that wonderland of sensation was.
“That…” I moaned.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
“Fuck,” I swore as I heard the squelching of his fingers working my slippery pussy then felt his cock entering me again. This time, he didn’t stop. He pushed and pushed that long length into me. It was tight, so tight, so full, so deep, so not the painful devirgination of legend.
“Holy fuck. You’re…”
“Yours. I’m yours,” he grunted.
I nodded. His determination overwhelmed me. He never stopped moving, now that he’d bottomed out. Slow and steady, he pistoned and gradually built up speed. I clung to him. My nails scraped down his back, along his arms, across his pebbled male nipples before I clutched him again.
“And you’re mine,” he gasped out. “Never letting you go.”
Dazed, I nodded and stared between us. His powerful arms held him up and created a perfect venue for viewing his long, wide cock thrusting into me. His washboard abs rolled as he plunged in and out, that big rod spreading my pussy wide. It was like…everything I’d ever dreamed.
Maybe, I was dreaming.
“Is this real?” I whispered.
“One-hundred percent,” he promised. His mouth dropped to my shoulder. He sucked hard, and I had no doubt he was leaving another mark. It hurt more than it had when he’d pushed all the way inside me, but masochist that I apparently am, I liked it. My pussy clenched around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he muttered against my skin. “Yes… Squeeze that needy little pussy around my cock. Take all my cum. Milk it all out of me. Every. Last. Drop.”
He punctuated the last three words with hard, slamming drives, and I screamed, plummeting over the edge into oblivion. Elijah shook. His deep, guttural groan told me I’d pulled him along with me. Then I felt the warm jets filling me, marking me as his.
We both froze before he fell to my side, pulling me with him. His cock was still lodged inside me, still seeming hard.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” he answered.
Brix rolled us, so I was under him again. “Plant those feet wide, Princess. Up by your ass.”
Good girl that I was, of course, I complied. I’d do anything he wanted, take whatever he planned to give me.
To my surprise, he knelt up and pulled back. His eyes were unwavering on my pussy. I felt our combined releases rolling from me.
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“Fuck, that’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. A damn wonder of the world.”
My walls clenched at his words, probably pushing out more fluid. I breathed hard, so aroused, even though I’d just come hard more times than I could count.
“You’re filthy,” I whispered.
His smile was utterly unrepentant. “And I’m going to get you all dirty, just like me.” He gathered the release dripping down me onto my ass then smeared it over my mound and lower belly. “All dirty and all mine.”
His thumb circled my navel. “I didn’t use a condom.”
Well, obvi.
“I’m on the shot.”
“Why?”
“Not because I sleep around—”
“That’s pretty evident.”
“But I never knew when it would happen. I wanted to be ready. My plans for life are too big to take chances.”
“I’m clean,” he said belatedly, but I’d been pretty sure he must be. I was his princess, and he wouldn’t endanger me that way. Get me pregnant? Apparently. But give me something? No.
Drawing me close to him, he adjusted us to lie skin-to-sticky-skin on our sides. I stared into his eyes. Uncertainty swirled in the dark depths.
Wait a minute…
Was he already second-guessing this?
“Have you ever considered studying here in the city?” he asked, sidetracking my worry.
“I never applied anywhere in the state. I just wanted to get away.”
He remained silent for a bit. The turmoil in his eyes didn’t ease. And I realized I hadn’t really answered his question. I wasn’t sure I could. I loved him. I enjoyed him. But I couldn’t change everything for him.
“And my scholarship is allocated for Michigan State,” I offered, my whisper strangled to my ears. Suddenly, I wanted to cry. Sure, I had huge plans, but I also didn’t want to leave him…or lose him because I had to go away for school.
