by Gow, Kailin
“I’m tough, though,” I replied with a smile against his lips and he laughed.
“It’s a good thing.” His hands drifted to my waistband and he undid the button of my jean miniskirt, followed by the zipper, pushing it off my hips. It fell to the floor and I stepped out. “Nice tattoo,” he said with a grin.
“You like it? I got it from this super hot tattoo artist I know.”
“Really?” he said, playing along. “I bet he enjoyed getting into your panties.”
“I hope so. I know I liked having him there.”
Groaning, he slid his hands into the back of my underwear and grabbed my butt, dragging me against him. “He wants these pretty lace panties completely gone this time.” Pushing them down, I let them fall.
I slipped my hands into his waistband and undid his pants. He released me briefly to step out of them, leaving him standing only in his cotton boxers in front of me, the head of his cock already poking out the top, just as it had that night at the club. “You ready to see my tattoo?” he asked with a grin.
“That, among other things,” I replied, licking my lips. I might be a virgin, but Bailey wasn’t, and she liked to talk. I knew way too many details about her sex life and been subjected to some pretty racy videos of her and some of her conquests, as well. She’d even made me watch a couple pornos with her “for fun.” To say she was all for me losing my virginity was an understatement. She loved everything there was about sex.
Reaching out, Six grabbed my hands and brought them to his underwear. “I want you to take them off.” I was more than happy to comply, pulling them down in one swift yank all the way to his ankles and he laughed, stepping out of them.
As he straightened up, my eyes went directly to what I wanted to see. I wasn’t going to be shy. His penis jutted out proudly from his body. It was just like the rest of him. Huge. I doubted I’d even be able to wrap my fingers around it. Gingerly, I reached for it, curling my fingers over it and it jerked in my hand as he moaned loudly. I was right, my thumb and middle finger couldn’t even touch as they encircled him, leaving a good half-inch gap between them. I stroked my hand down, stopping at the tattoo at the base. “Hot Sex, huh? Is that a promise?”
“It’s a guarantee,” he replied confidently. His hand slipped around mine, guiding it smoothly back up and down him as his hips arched forward. “Shit. That feels so good.” There was a small drop of moisture on the tip and suddenly, I wanted to lick it off, just to taste him there. According to Bailey, and videos I’d seen, there wasn’t a guy on the planet who didn’t love having a girl touch and lick him there. Feeling empowered, I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked my tongue boldly across the head. A growl escaped him and his cock jerked in my hand. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
I smiled up at him. “I’m sure; but I’m also not ignorant, either.” Leaning forward, I slipped him into my mouth, sucking on him as I pumped his lower length with my hand.
“Hell yeah!” he practically shouted, fisting his hands into my hair as he jutted forward, before pulling back and repeating the action.
I loved the feel of him in my mouth, but I loved hearing the sounds he was making even more, groaning with every single movement we both made. I felt powerful, and very sexual.
His breaths came shorter and shorter, until he suddenly pushed me away from him. “Stop. I can’t take anymore right now, and I want you to have some fun, too.”
“I am having fun,” I protested, licking my lips. They felt a little swollen, but in a good way.
Dragging me to my feet, he reached over to the bed, flipping the covers back before lifting me and depositing me with a bounce on the mattress. “You haven’t even begun to have fun, yet,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
His cock looked red now, and I swore it looked even bigger than it had before. Reaching over, I stroked it as he crawled into the bed. He grinned and pulled away.
“Now you’re just being naughty,” he said, adjusting his position so he was settled over the top of me. His mouth immediately came down against mine, kissing me again, but it was even better this time with our bare skin pressed together, head to toe.
I wasn’t sure why everything seemed so natural with him—it just did. All I knew was I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything, ever.
Chapter Fifteen
Six
My dick was throbbing hard, pressed against her; and if she hadn’t been a virgin, I’d have thrust in immediately, burying myself inside her. But it was her first time, and I knew it was going to be a tight fit with her anyway, so she needed to be ready.
Allowing my hand to drift lower, I slipped my fingers between her wet folds and a small moan escaped her. If she was even half as horny as I was right now, then she was miserable and in need of some serious release.
She readjusted her legs, giving me space to slip in farther. Damn, she was so fuckin’ wet. I wanted to bury a whole lot more than my finger in there. I kissed her temple as my fingers went to work faster, rubbing her clit, and she started squirming against me, soft whimpers emanating from her.
“Sweetheart, I swear I want to fuck you so hard right now, it’s killing me,” I whispered in her ear.
“Do it,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to wait.”
Sliding lower, I sucked on her boobs, biting softly at her nipples, and my finger kept sliding in and out of her, as I slowly began kissing down her body and penetrating her with my tongue, as well.
She moaned louder, quickly quieting herself, and I knew she was worried about being heard in the next room. Sound was definitely traveling between the walls, and while it wasn’t horribly loud, it was obvious that Brandon and Bailey were enjoying themselves. I was pretty sure they were being too loud to notice anything from us. Thoughts of them fled my mind as I concentrated solely on Brooklyn, immersing myself in the sweet taste of her, flicking my tongue over the swollen nub that would bring her such pleasure.
Her hips started bucking against me and I knew the signs—she was showing me she was near release. I continued inflicting my torment until her hands tangled in my hair and she arched up off the bed, gasping in sharp breaths. She tried to hold back her moans, but I kept at her until she begged me to stop because it was too much.
Moving quickly, I climbed above her, kissing her deeply as I positioned my cock against her soft folds.
I couldn’t help my groan as the tip of my head penetrated her. Pushing slowly, I carefully tried to enter. It was definitely tight; but damn, she felt so good, already. Continuing, I pressed until I felt the resistance inside her. I bent to kiss her again, waiting until her body started to relax again, and then I surged forward with one swift thrust, breaking through.
She jerked against me and screamed out, her body going tight and rigid all around me.
“Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe through it,” I coached her in between kisses on her cheek. She felt so fuckin’ good to me, and I hated that I was hurting her. It took all my control to hold as still as possible. “The worst is over, I promise. But I won’t move until you tell me it’s okay.”
I continued to rain kisses against her until I felt her slowly begin to relax once more.
“It’s…it’s getting better, I think,” she replied timidly, and I wondered if she realized how hard she was digging her nails into my back—not that I was complaining. I could handle the sting and probably deserved it after what I’d just put her through.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my body begging me to get moving.
“I think so.” Her voice sounded so tiny.
Pulling back, I slowly pushed into her again, paying attention to the cues from her body. Feeling her tension let go a little more, I surged forward faster. My pulse rate was already about to skyrocket through the roof, but I wanted this to be good for her more than I wanted it to be good for me.
Shit. Who was I kidding? This was incredible for me.
Her breath caught and I hesitated, afraid of hurting her. “No! Don’t stop!” she urged, her legs lifting to wrap around my hips and I groaned heavily at the even deeper penetration. I was pretty damn sure this was the best sex I’d ever had.
“Mother fucker!” I huffed out suddenly as I glanced at the nightstand.
“What?” she said, sliding her hands lower on my back and she grabbed me urging me to move faster.
“I forgot to put the condom on,” I said as I picked up the pace. This was not good.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged me, and I almost found it funny. The Jaws of Life couldn’t pry me off this girl right now, but we were definitely flirting with danger.
“Tell me your close.” I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to keep this up before I spilled inside her.
“I don’t know…I…I…ahhhhhhhh!” Her spasms rocked hard around me and I clenched my teeth as I tried to hold back my release so she could finish hers. Her moans were loud, drowning out my heavy breathing, and I felt myself building too fast to hang on any longer.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I ground out through clenched teeth. A loud shout escaped as I waited until the absolute last second before yanking out and pumping my junk onto her stomach, rocking against her pelvic bone so the friction would keep rubbing my cock. “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, groaning as she slid her hand between us wrapping her fingers around me and continued to jack me off until I quit moving.
I fell to the bed beside her, our fast breaths mingling together as I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“That…was…incredible,” I huffed against her skin. “Are you okay?”
She gave a slight laugh. “I’m still stuck at ahhhhhhhhh!”
I chuckled, turning her chin toward me and I kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.”
“It was really okay? You aren’t just saying that?” Her eyes searched mine, full of sincerity.
I snorted. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you exactly how much I enjoyed it—again.”
“Again?” she squeaked out.
“Only if you feel up to it.” I kissed her cheek.
“It got awful quiet in the other room,” Brooklyn said, averting her gaze toward the adjoining wall. “Do you think they heard?”
I laughed again. “Yeah, they heard. Neither of us was very quiet, I’m afraid.”
“That’s so embarrassing,” she replied, blushing in the dim lighting.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s no crime in enjoying ourselves.” I kissed her again before rolling over to flip on the bedside lamp. “Let me go get a warm washcloth and I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
“Okay.” I had to stop and take a few seconds to stare at her lying in the bed, her skin flushed and rosy from our encounter.
“What?” she asked self-consciously.
“Nothing. I was just thinking I’ve never seen a better sight in my life.”
She bit her lip and smiled softly. “Right back atcha, cowboy.”
Cowboy. I was pretty sure no one had ever called me that before. I liked it. “That’s right—save a horse, and all that.”
“You know it. I’m all for animal safety.”
Winking at her, I was reluctant to quit staring as I slowly moved away, toward the bathroom. Slipping into the tiled room, I sighed heavily, shaking my head at the mirror as a smile crossed my face. When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think this is where I’d end up. I felt like I’d just had sex for the first time—no, that wasn’t good enough—it was better than the first time.
Grabbing a couple of washcloths, I wet them both and headed back into the bedroom. Truth be told, I kind of felt like a first class jerk. Yeah, I’d hoped to end up right here—but I also thought I could control myself for a little while longer. Heaven forbid I wait a couple months to have sex with her, let alone take her virginity—not to mention trying to stay out of the line of fire with her dad. Yep. I was an ass.
“You’re pursing your lips,” Brooklyn said as I sat on the bed beside her and started wiping up the residue of what I’d spilled onto her stomach.
“Don’t worry. I’m just kicking myself for not taking things slower with you like we planned. I’ve screwed everything up.” I handed the second washcloth to her. “I didn’t know if you were sore down there. I thought this might feel good between your legs.”
Just talking about that area sent a shot of life into my dick. Dammit to hell. That was not what she needed right now.
“Don’t feel bad. I’m enjoying myself. And it was better than I ever imagined it might be.”
I laughed as she sat up and gingerly placed the warm cloth at the juncture of her thighs. “Imagining, huh? With who?”
“You, of course.”
That comment pleased me more than she could possibly know.
“Oh no! I got some blood on the sheets,” she said, dabbing the washcloth at the smear there.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, scrubbing at it harder.
I grabbed her hand, stilling her. “Seriously, stop. I like it.”
“You like it? Sure you do.”
“I do. It makes me feel…manly. In the olden days they used to proudly hang the sheets out the window after someone bedded a virgin.”
Laughter bubbled from her and I loved the sound of it. “That was for people who just got married—and so help me—if I catch you hanging these sheets out any windows, you’re not going to have the equipment left to give you a reason to ever hang sheets, again.” She was shaking her washcloth at me like she was brandishing a weapon.
I thought it was adorable. I pressed her against the mattress and silenced her with a kiss before pulling back to stare at her. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. After tonight, I’ll never have the opportunity to hang virgin sheets, again.”
“Really? Are you sure about that?” she challenged and I pecked her lips once more.
“Very sure; because my virgin isn’t a virgin any longer, and I don’t plan on ever having another one in my bed.”
She smiled, but I could see the seriousness in her eyes. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Six.”
“Sweetheart, I always keep my promises,” I answered just as seriously. “I know this has all happened quickly, but unless you tell me otherwise, I intend to keep this thing going. I told you already, I’ve wanted you for such a long time.” I had no problem laying it out straight for her. There was no reason to beat around the bush. Besides, when I wanted something, I went for it—full throttle—and I wanted her. “So, what do you say? As far as I’m concerned my room can be your new bedroom. I’d like you there all night, every night.”
She sighed, lifting her hand to stroke my face. “I wish I could. That would be amazing. Unfortunately, that’s not even remotely possible.”
“We’ll figure something out. I promise. Even if I have to kidnap you.” I winked before kissing her. I wasn’t sure how things were going to go from here, but I knew I’d do whatever I needed to keep seeing her.
Chapter Sixteen
Brooklyn
I’d never felt so warm in my life and it was heavenly. I wanted to bury myself further into that heat and never wake up. I snuggled into my blankets, only my blankets weren’t so soft—rather they felt like a wall of bricks. A dull ache settled between my legs with my movement and suddenly the events of last night came flooding back into my mind. Eyes flickering open, I stared straight into a massive wall of flesh, directly in line with some very well formed pecs. Slowly, my gaze traveled up, past the thick neck and strong chin, finding the ice blue eyes watching me, a bit of humor in them.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning,” I replied, realizing I was still lying naked in his arms. Strangely, I didn’t feel at all embarrassed, not even when the memories of what we’d done together last night—or rather the things I’d done to him—came rushing back.
“How are y
ou feeling?”
“Okay, I guess.” I bit my lip for a second, deciding to be truthful. “A little sore.”
Sighing, he brushed some of my wayward hair away from my face. “Mmm. That’s to be expected. I figured you’d feel on the rough side, which totally leaves me with a big problem.” He rocked his hips against my lower half, revealing a very present bulge.
“I was always under the impression that those things went away after they found…uh, relief.” I continued to stare at him, but my hand drifted down to stroke him. “I’m also fairly certain I remember this thing poking me all night long.”
A low rumble escaped him and he leaned forward slightly, kissing the top of my forehead. “Traditionally, yes, they go away after being satisfied. However, being with you—well, I’m starting to wonder if satisfied is ever going to happen, again.”
Stilling my hand, I tried to figure out a way to nicely phrase my words without sounding insecure, which I definitely was. “I’m sorry if I didn’t—I’m new at all this, and I’m not sure—,”
Six’s fingers slid over my lips, pinching them closed. “Brooklyn.” I loved the sound of my name on his lips. “This has nothing to do with me being unsatisfied and everything to do with being completely enamored of you and your body. You felt so good, I can’t help wanting more—a lot more.” I couldn’t help my dreamy smile as I relaxed and resumed my stroking. “Unfortunately, I think you need a day to recover from last night. I don’t think you’re ready for more—penetration.”
Just the image that word conjured up made my nether regions clench and tingles flooded my girly parts. I might be sore, but I was totally down with feeling like he’d made me feel last night.
Six chuckled and his hand drifted to my breast, lightly playing with my nipple. “These are beautiful,” he said, tilting his head and gathering the weight of my breast into his palm, pushing it up into his mouth and sucking hard.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his treatment of me, more heat flooding straight to my core. “Mmmm.” His hand moved, drifting down my backside, squeezing my butt.
