by K. Webster
She whimpers at my words but lifts up her pelvis as an answer. I move one of my hands around to the front and slip it under her dress. Easily, I locate a very wet spot between her legs and push a finger inside her.
“Lane!” she cries out.
Her pussy is incredibly tight, and it doesn’t take rocket science to figure out that she’s a virgin. When she begins to ride my finger, I use my thumb to massage her clit. She’s panting now, and within moments an orgasm consumes her body. Her body tightens fiercely around my finger. Once the clenching has stopped, I pull it out of her. She falls onto my chest, still breathing heavily.
“Wow. Um…that is better than they describe it in the romance books,” she admits.
I chuckle from underneath her. This woman is so different from anyone I’ve ever come in contact with. I’m spellbound.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Sidney, you have no idea the things I could do to you that feel one hundred times more exhilarating than that. I promise you, I will show you every last one.”
Her body reacts to my words as she snuggles into me. My dick still throbs for release, but I ignore it as I hold her. This girl is fragile and needs special care. I plan on treating her right.
“I can’t wait,” she tells me with a bit of sauciness to her voice, which surprises me.
Of course, my dick springs back to life. As her breaths even out, indicating that she’s asleep, I mentally force my cock back into submission by thinking of anything but the beautiful woman spread out over me.
I wake up to whimpering. Sidney is still asleep on my chest, but she appears to be having a nightmare. My hands stroke her back until she calms down again.
“Sidney, you should probably go to bed. It’s probably really late.”
“I don’t want you to leave. Will you come lie down with me?”
How will I ever be able to tell her no? The answer is never.
“Sure. Come on.”
Sleepily, she climbs off of me and begins turning off lights. I follow behind her and nearly choke when she yanks off her dress and climbs under her sheets. This woman has no modesty. It is weird and fucking sexy as hell at the same time. Finding the wall switch, I turn off the last light and blindly make my way to the other side of the bed, deciding that, if she is going to get comfortable, then so am I.
I unbuckle my jeans, letting them drop to the floor, and pull off my shirt. It seems smart to leave my boxers on. Her bedroom is cold as shit and I’m alarmed that there is only a sheet on the bed. Confused, I slide under it and rest my head on the pillow.
“Sidney?”
“Yeah?”
“Why the fuck is it so cold in here? Where are your blankets?”
“It’s a long story.”
“So this has something to do with your past as well.”
She sighs before she opens up. “Yeah. The bleach baths would burn my skin so badly that all I wanted was to find a cool relief. Cold sheets would soothe my skin. The habit is hard to break.”
It makes sense, but if I’m sleeping in this bed, then she’s keeping me warm.
“Come here,” I order. I can sense her sudden nervousness, but when I reach for her and pull her to me, she comes willingly.
One of her arms nervously slides across my bare chest. My arm pulls her closer and rests on her hip. I feel her breasts against my sides, her hard nipples pressing into me. It is going to be fucking impossible not to ravish her. When her leg slides over mine, resting just below my dick, I nearly go insane. We are simply cuddling, but the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it.
I try to regulate my breathing, but my pounding heart is impossible to control. How has this damaged woman gotten to me so quickly? We still haven’t figured out the whole Liam thing, but it doesn’t matter. What matters to me is that her naked body is pressed against mine.
Her hand delicately traces the grooves of my muscles under the sheet. I’m trying to remain calm, but the lower her hand goes, the less I can keep my cool. When two fingers slide just barely under the waistband of my boxers, I hold my breath.
“Can I touch it?” she asks innocently. But what she is asking is far from innocent. It will lead to not-so-innocent things. I groan because I want her to touch it. Badly.
“Sidney, if you touch it, I may not be able to control myself.”
Instead of taking heed of my warning, she slides her entire hand into my boxers and grasps my length. Her hands are cold but incredibly soft. My dick is rock hard, twitching in response.
“It’s so big but it feels smooth,” she observes.
I’m about to say something, but all thoughts fly out the window as she strokes me expertly. There isn’t much to giving a hand job, but Sidney is a motherfucking pro. I groan again and she stops.
“Am I hurting you? Am I doing it wrong?” she asks nervously.
I thrust my hips back toward her hand that still grips me. “Fuck no. You feel so good. Don’t stop, baby.”
I don’t have to see her face to know that she’s smiling. Her smile is one that I can feel somehow in the dark. She begins her stroking again, and within moments, I’m spurting my orgasm into my boxers.
She sits up for a minute and I fear she might run. But she laughs in the dark and it warms my soul.
“What’s so funny, missy?”
“Your boxers are all wet now.” Her laughter continues, and the sound is so fucking sweet that it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to climb on top of her and plunge my dick deep inside her.
“I guess we’ll have to fix that,” I tell her and pull them off. I use them to dry me off and toss them to the floor. “Now get over here and keep me warm,” I tease.
She once again molds herself to my body, but this time, we’re completely naked. The small patch of hair between her thighs tickles my hip.
“Lane, I don’t understand how I can do this with you. I feel like it’s a dream.”
For some reason, this makes me sad. This poor woman has been denied a normal life.
“Babe, from now on, this dream is your reality. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss the top of her head.
We’re quiet for a bit, and I’m just drifting to sleep when I feel two firm lips sucking on my nipple. Of course, it jolts me and my cock awake.
“Damn, woman,” I growl as I gather her hair in my hand.
She gently bites down and I nearly go crazy. Having enough of her teasing, I take my turn. I roll us over until she’s underneath me. A gasp escapes her lips from the surprise movement, but she’s not freaking out. I begin softly kissing her neck and collarbone until I feel her hands in my hair, pushing me toward her breasts.
I flick my tongue out and tease the area around her nipple until she’s whining. Finally, I suck it into my mouth, teasing it, nibbling it. She’s moaning in pleasure now, and my cock is begging to climb inside her. Ignoring the thoughts coming from that head, I kiss along her belly, noting ridges from scarring along the way.
“Please kiss me,” she begs, and of course, I can’t deny her.
I climb up to her. Her legs come around my waist and urge me closer. Kissing her in this position is dangerous as I struggle to keep my cock from where it really wants to go. Resting it on her lower belly, I kiss her probably the hardest so far. I can’t get enough of her.
“Every bit of this feels so good, Lane,” she moans into my mouth. I pull her lip between my teeth, biting gently. “Oh God, I want you so badly,” she whimpers into my mouth. My mind is losing all sense of control because I want to take her right now.
“You’re a virgin, baby. It will hurt. I don’t want to hurt you,” I groan.
She tilts her pelvis up to me. I’m trying to hold on to the last thread of self-control, but when her small hand grabs ahold of my cock and slides it down to her wet opening, I have none left.
“Please. I want to feel you from the inside,” she begs. I’ve never been begged for sex before, and it makes me want it so fucking badly.
“But i
t will hurt,” I try again against her lips. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her. I don’t even realize that I’m sliding it between her folds, dragging it across her wetness.
“I’ve been hurt worse. Trust me. I can handle this.”
Losing that last thread of control, I find her opening and drive myself deep inside. My thrust is so fast and hard that her hymen is a thing of the past within seconds. She moans with what sounds like pleasure, and I take a moment to enjoy the way she feels around me. This is when I realize that I am inside her without a condom. When I go to move, the sensation feels so fucking good that I thrust a few more times before I regain control of my mind.
“Baby,” I pant, stopping for a moment. “I don’t have a fucking condom. We have to stop.”
“No,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop. I need this, Lane.” Her hips bounce up to mine as she uses her heels to dig into my ass for leverage. I find myself thrusting some more before I stop again.
“Baby, no. We really need to stop. You could get pregnant. I know I don’t have any diseases and you’re a virgin, but there is still a possibility of pregnancy.” I start to pull out, but she tightens her legs around my waist.
“Please, can’t you just pull it out before you come? Please.” Her begging is too much, and when she pulls my head to hers, kissing me deeply, I agree with her.
“Okay. Fuck. Yes.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. “Now do it harder.”
I begin pounding hard against her. Resting my hand on the bed beside her, I use the other one to stroke her clit while I slide in and out of her. She moans louder and louder as she gets close to coming.
“Lane!” she cries out and claws my back with her nails.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it feels so good that I feel my own hot climax start to pour into her. Fuck! I pull out quickly and shoot my load all over her belly. I’m pretty sure I pulled out in time. Fuck, I hope so. We need to get some fucking condoms, stat!
“That was amazing,” she praises me.
It was fucking amazing—until the end where I messed things up.
“We need to buy a box of fucking condoms at the store tomorrow because I plan on doing this again and again.”
She shivers from underneath me. “You might better buy two. I don’t plan on quitting any time soon.”
Those words nearly stop my heart.
I wake up with sun blinding me. Where the fuck am I? Memories from last night flood me and I grin. Looking over, I see the beautiful Sidney sprawled out beside me. The sheet covers her waist, but her belly and breasts are exposed. From this light, I can see hundreds of scars that paint her flesh. It makes me sick to imagine the crap she went through.
As if my thoughts were spoken aloud, she rolls over to face me, blinking away sleep.
“It wasn’t a dream,” she smiles at me.
“No, that most definitely was not a dream.”
Suddenly, she seems embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over me. I barely know you. Am I a whore?” She looks horrified, and I can’t help but burst out laughing. Now she frowns at me, miffed that I’m laughing at her.
“Calm down, babe. People have one-night stands all the time,” I begin, but when she bites her trembling bottom lip, I quickly continue. “But this isn’t a one-night stand. I feel a strong pull toward you. It would appear you feel the same toward me. Relax, I’m not going anywhere.”
She looks sad as she speaks again. “Lane, I will become attached to you. It happens with everyone. Something about my personality makes me latch on to people. First it was my friend Tina, then Liam, and now you. I’m sorry, but I know it will happen. It already is happening. Now that we’ve had sex, I don’t want you out of my sight.”
Her words are bold and truthful. I admire her for that.
“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.” I smile at her, but when she still frowns, I switch tactics and tickle her ribs. She squeals and rolls right off the bed onto the floor. “Shit! I’m sorry, Sidney,” I shout.
When she stands from the floor, she feigns annoyance but then starts to giggle. With her brown bed hair wild around her, she looks fucking hot.
“Dammit, woman. Get your ass in the shower before I take you again. And we have no fucking condoms. I’ll run next door to shower and change. Hurry up!”
I roll off the bed and begin dressing. Thankfully, I hear the shower turn on. After I’m dressed, I sneak in there to give her a goodbye kiss. When I stick my hand in the water, I curse. She spins to look at me.
“What in the fuck? This water is fucking ice cold, Sidney! Does your shower not have hot water?”
When her eyes fill with tears, my dumb ass figures it out after the fact.
“Shit, babe. I’m sorry. Take your cold-ass shower. Don’t be sad. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” I lean my head into the icy spray and peck her on the lips. She smiles back at me, and I sigh in relief.
I leave her alone and head back to my apartment, careful to lock her door behind me. On Monday, I will talk to the building manager about that guy.
I’m in and out of my glorious hot shower in minutes. I opt for some low-slung jeans and a red T-shirt. My civilian clothes fit a lot tighter after this last tour. It was grueling, and my body is cut from the meals and physical demands. As I pass the mirror on the dresser, I look at my reflection. My features resemble my brother’s, but my face is fuller, healthier than his was in the last few years. Drugs will do that to you.
My eyes are a dark chocolate brown, and two days’ worth of stubble scatters my face as I was too lazy to shave just now. Through the reflection in the mirror, I see a notebook I didn’t notice before on the nightstand. I certainly don’t remember it being here before. I’m about to go see what’s inside when I hear a knock at the door. Deciding that I’ll look later, I grab my wallet and keys, heading toward the front door. When I open it, I’m almost stunned by the beauty of the woman standing before me.
She’s swept her dark hair off her neck and pulled it into a bun. The hairstyle gives her already long neck an even longer look. I want to kiss every inch. My gaze falls down to her breasts. Her nipples are poking through the fabric. It drives me fucking insane. As I come out of the door toward her, she slowly backs away from me. She seems nervous for some reason. I continue my path toward her until she meets resistance from the wall behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl and bury my face into her neck.
She gasps when my lips and tongue attack it. My hand brushes against her breast just to be sure and now I’m positive that she’s not wearing a bra. Then I slide it up under her dress and curse when my fingers come in contact with her pussy.
“I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you in public. Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “If I had it my way, I’d go naked. I can hardly stand for clothing to rub my skin all day long.”
“We better get out of here before I drag you into my apartment and fuck you on the kitchen counter. You can’t reveal to a man that you aren’t wearing anything under your dress and not expect a reaction.”
She looks embarrassed, like she’s upset me. This in no way upsets me. It fucking turns me on.
“Babe, it’s hot, okay? Don’t worry about it. But I swear to God, if you bend over, I will lose control.” I wink at her and she rewards me with a grin.
Stepping away from her, I lock the door and grab ahold of her hand. She still seems a little uncomfortable, so I stop before we make it to the stairwell. Bringing my palms to either side of her face, I bring her forward and kiss her lips. She relaxes under my touch and kisses me back. We’ll figure this out.
“There are so many to choose from,” she says in awe in front of the condoms. Picking up another box, she turns it over to learn about the features. It’s quite comical.
“Here. Let’s just grab these,” I tell her.
Setting down the box she was looking at, she takes
the one from my hand. “Ribbed for her pleasure?” she asks.
I wag my eyebrows at her and she giggles. It is the cutest fucking sound.
“Well, we better pick these then,” she agrees.
We finish our shopping and head towards the checkout area. I can see her trying to sort things in the basket.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m buying it all.”
She frowns and shakes her head. “No. I have a job now, so I can pay for these things.”
“Save your money, because I’m getting it. I plan on spending lots of time with you, so I’ll be eating up your food anyway. I’m a big boy and have needs.” I wink at her on the last part and she turns crimson. The clerk doesn’t notice our exchange.
After I pay, we gather our bags and load them into the back seat of Liam’s old pickup truck. It will have to do until I can trade it in for something better. Right now, I have other priorities.
On the way back, I can’t help but watch Sidney from the corner of my eye as she watches the town fly by in awe. Poor girl doesn’t appear to get out much.
“So what do you do? For a job, I mean?” she asks.
“Well, now that my military obligations are over, I’ve got to figure that one out and soon. My degree is in graphic design, so I might see about doing something with that. I’d love to design logos and artwork for companies. But we’ll see.”
She turns and smiles at me. “That’s awesome, Lane. I know it will work out for you.”
I pull into the parking lot and find a space near the side door. After I turn off the car, I look over at her. Her face is sad, almost wistful.
“What about you?” I ask.
She turns to look at me and furrows her brows together. The girl looks sexy no matter what she does.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Is watching the old lady from downstairs your dream job? Surely there’s something else you would rather be doing.”
“Well, I never really allowed myself to consider anything else. I’d love to write romance novels like the ones that got me through some hard times while at Momma’s. They’re so easy to get lost in. But I would need to save up for a computer. Seems kind of silly, I guess.”
