That’s when I burst out laughing. My head bounced against his chest where it rested, and I wondered if this was what it felt like—forgiving someone.
All of a sudden, I just wasn’t mad anymore.
Disappointed, yes. But mad? No.
“That date was a disaster,” I admitted. “You had nothing to worry about.”
“Really?” he said. “Because from where I’m standing, my heart still fuckin’ hurts from the idea that you’re out there dating someone.”
I leaned up and backed away, but before I could take more than a step backward, he stopped me.
He caught me by the front button of my jeans and tugged, trying to get me closer.
Instead, all he accomplished was getting my jeans to come undone, one button at a time. Pop-pop-pop-pop.
We both froze at my suddenly wide-open fly, him staring at me like he’d just committed the ultimate sin.
I wasn’t sure who moved first. Me or him.
But suddenly, I was in his arms, and his mouth was on mine. Our tongues were touching, and his hand was no longer just holding me by the waistband. He was pushing his hand down my pants.
I spread my legs a little bit wider, allowing him a bit better access, and then I was shoving up his shirt so that my hands could touch his bare skin.
Of course, the first thing that I encountered were abs. Abs for days, actually.
He hissed when my cool hands met his overheated skin—overheated skin that was obviously unaffected by his sopping wet shirt like my skin was.
Then I wasn’t thinking about anything anymore other than the way his entire hand now covered the length of my pussy.
He slowly worked his finger over my clit over the top of my panties, causing me to squirm and my knees to feel weak.
When he felt me waver, his free hand curled around my body and held me tight to him while he continued to plunder my mouth.
When he finally pulled away, sex and heat and excitement in his eyes, I knew that by night’s end, I would no longer be a virgin.
The only question was, should I tell him that I was beforehand, or just let him figure it out on his own?
Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even be able to tell. Maybe he would be able to slide right in without a problem. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t use vibrators or anything. So some things had been shoved in there before him. He would just be the first real, live penis. I knew that my dildos were molded from a real specimen, but that was as close as I’d been to having the real one inside my body.
“Your eyes are dilated,” he murmured, bending down to nip at my mouth with his teeth. “Why do you have such a serious expression on your face?”
I bit my lip, trying to figure out whether my news would make him hotter for me, or turn him off to the point where he would no longer touch me.
And in the end, I had the decision taken from me when he didn’t wait for my answer.
His mouth came back down to mine as his hand came out of my pants, but just as quickly as it was gone, it was back again. This time underneath my panties.
I gasped into his mouth, and he took advantage by plunging his tongue to mine, sexily and lazily dragging his tongue along my own.
I groaned into his mouth when his fingers sifted through my pubic hair, then parted my sex.
His middle finger trailed through my wetness, ghosting over my clit to zero in straight on my entrance.
My nipples pebbled when I dragged them across his broad chest, and he growled and pulled away, both of us once again gasping for breath.
“How many times do you think I could make you come by just doing this?” he teased, lazily dragging his wet lips down the column of my throat.
I licked my lips, biting my tongue as he nibbled on my collarbone.
I was thinking of an answer that wouldn’t be ‘fuck me right now’ when he plunged his middle finger into my pussy.
I gasped, body arching, as he dipped it in all the way to the webbing of his fingers.
I was so wet for him that there was no resistance at all.
Something which he was highly turned on by if the growl of ‘Jesus Christ’ was anything to go by.
“There are times,” he said as he pumped his finger a couple of times inside of me. “That I’ve dreamed about how you would feel. But nothing could do the real thing justice.”
I pulled away from him slightly, only enough that we weren’t pressed together completely, and shucked my shirt off over my head in one smooth motion.
Dropping it to the floor beside our feet, I reached for the hem of his.
His eyes went hot when I started to drag the wet fabric up the length of his chest, exposing more and more of the flesh that I’d been thinking about since the interview the other day.
When he’d taken his clothes off, I’d almost spontaneously combusted right there in front of thirteen men.
When I’d gotten home, I’d masturbated twice in the shower, stunned breathless with how easy it was to come at just the thought of him.
But now that I was exposing more of him to my gaze, I realized why.
Louis was just that freakin’ sexy.
Like, I’m talking, every woman’s fantasy come to life, sexy.
“Take it off,” he growled.
I grinned with his shirt right above his pecs, then leaned forward and swiped my tongue over one hardened nipple.
He cursed and curled his finger inside of me, eliciting a gasp from me.
“Do it again,” he ordered, pulling his finger out only to return to my pussy with two.
I groaned and leaned forward, practically leaking onto his hand, and did the same thing all over again, only this time I came back and nibbled on him.
His hand twitched against me, and the fingers inside of me curled all over again, making the walls of my sex roll and clench.
“I’m not sure what I like more,” he growled. “You licking and biting me, or the way that your pussy responds to it when you do.”
I wasn’t sure which I liked more either, that was for sure.
“Lean over,” I breathed, tugging on his shirt again.
He hunched his shoulders and dropped his head, allowing me the room to get his shirt off.
He pulled one arm free of the hole, but the other stayed in my pants, meaning the shirt hung heavily from his wrist.
My hands started to explore his chest, fingers ghosting over hardened ridges and swollen bumps that he called abs.
Really, they weren’t anything that I’d ever seen up close and personal before.
Sure, I’d seen him when we were younger, and later at parties and get-togethers where there was a pool. But seeing him from afar and being able to trail my fingertips over his flesh were two totally different things.
“God, the way it feels to have your hands on me,” he said, dropping a kiss to the top of my shoulder. “I’ve wanted nothing but this since we were kids.”
When we were kids, I’d definitely wanted this, too. But now that I was older and wiser, I knew that I was appreciating it a whole lot more.
I reached for the buckle of his jeans, but he bit down lightly on my shoulder, momentarily stunning me into stillness.
“I have a gun at the small of my back,” he said.
I knew what he wanted, and I reached behind him to remove it from his holster.
He licked me from shoulder to neck, causing my hand to waver with the weight of his gun in it.
“Put it on the bed,” he urged.
I clenched on his fingers that were lazily pumping inside of me, leaning over to place it on the corner of the bed that we were now somehow standing next to.
I hadn’t even been aware of us moving out of the doorway, let alone enough that we were now next to the bed.
“Get rid of the jeans next,” he urged.
I wasn’t sure if he meant my jeans or his, so I went back to his.
The belt came off in a flash, and soon t
he button of his pants came undone.
The rest wasn’t nearly as easy since his pants were stiff, wet, and pulled dangerously tight over the length of his jutting erection.
He growled when I lowered the zipper of his jeans, taking care to do it slowly so that I didn’t inadvertently cause his cock harm.
I had plans for his penis, and they didn’t include administering first aid because I caught the skin of it in the teeth of his zipper.
“Hurry,” he ordered when I took a bit of time trailing my fingers down the seam of his pants, over the press of his balls behind the thick, wet fabric.
I smiled at his urgency, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest before leaning back again and working the wet fabric over his narrow hips.
It really wasn’t his hips that were the problem. It was the thick set of thighs that caught the fabric and held it up.
Eyes meeting his, I stepped away, and he reluctantly let me go, allowing his hot, wet finger to graze directly over my clit when I pulled away.
I gasped, hips jerking.
His smirk nearly did me in as he brought his hand out of my panties and his fingers up to his lips.
Holy. Shit.
He tasted me, licking me clean from his fingers.
Yep, spontaneous combustion was imminent.
I bit the corner of my lip and dropped to my knees, grabbing the wet fabric at his waistband and slowly working the length of them down his thighs.
The tight black underwear that became exposed drove me wild. What was even more enticing was the way his cock was stuffed uncomfortably into the front of them.
Oh, and the way I could see the tip of his cock peeking out from the top of his boxer brief’s waistband.
Just the very tip.
Nothing that should’ve caused my sex to pulse as it did, that was for sure.
He stepped out of his wet jeans then, causing me to sit back and take him in as he did.
The thick muscles of his thighs worked as he stepped from one foot to the other, and I had a moment of realization.
I wanted those thighs bracketing my head as he pumped his cock into my mouth.
Then I wanted him to use the strength in them to help fill me with his cock, over and over again until I screamed.
“I like that look on your face,” he rasped, causing me to look up at him and not stare at the bulge in his boxer briefs.
I swallowed hard, then stood up as I shucked my pants so fast that my panties went halfway down my legs along with them.
There was a moment of silence as I contemplated whether to pull them back up or take those off, too. But then Louis moved, wrapping his hand around my back to undo my bra and expose my breasts to his hungry gaze.
But before he could reach forward and grab them in his hands, I stepped back.
“Let me put these clothes into the hamper and put it outside,” I breathed. “I don’t want her knocking on the door and interrupting us.”
His eyes met mine as he slowly lowered his boxer briefs.
I allowed my eyes to drag down the length of his body. My gaze came to a screeching halt on his lower half as his cock became exposed.
“My God,” I breathed.
Was it possible for him to be bigger? Because holy hell.
He was big. Way bigger than any dildo I’d ever used before.
And thick. God, was it normal for a person to be that thick?
I licked my lips nervously, my eyes staying on his cock, as I finished working my panties the rest of the way off of my legs.
I mean, I’d seen it before, but seeing it and it about to go into my very small vagina were two very different things.
And to distract myself, I started to pick up the articles of clothing that’d gone to the floor that we’d forgotten.
He bent over and emptied his pockets, tossing a few spare magazines, his wallet, and his belt onto the bed beside his firearm.
I took his pants from him, then turned and bent over to get my shirt, only to feel his hands on my hips as he pulled me back into his crotch.
The feel of his hard cock pressing against my ass might’ve been my undoing.
Spine straightening with a snap, I pulled out of his arms roughly and hurried toward the door. Once there, I tossed the clothes into the basket and practically ripped the door open.
Shoving the basket out, I slammed and locked the door all over again.
Just as I was about to turn around and face Louis, I found myself turned and pinned to the door.
In the next second, I had my back facing it, Louis’ hands hiking me up high, and his mouth on mine.
I groaned into his mouth, reaching between us for his cock that was running the length of my cleft.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he whispered between breaths. “Your hand on my cock is making me so hard.”
If that was all it took to get him hard, he’d find it hard to function, because I had a feeling that my hand would be on him quite a bit in the near future.
But instead of saying a word, I guided his cock to my entrance.
He understood what I was asking for in seconds and hoisted me higher using only the strength of his arms.
I bit my lip as his cock started to press inside, feeling the burning stretch and beginning to worry that I should have told him that I wasn’t experienced in the least.
But just as the feeling started to become unbearable, he lifted me back up, coating his cock in my juices and started the entire process all over again.
Just as I’d take another inch, he’d lift me again, repeating the motions until I was nearly taking him all in every stroke.
And yes, my God, did he stretch me.
When I looked down at where we were joined, it looked damn near obscene, how I was stretching for him.
I shoved my face into the crook of Louis’ neck, panting lightly as he shoved the last inch into me, and then stilled.
I felt so full.
Like, I’ve never been this stretched, never going to be the same again, kind of full.
“Jesus,” Louis breathed. “You feel like heaven.”
I pulled back, allowing my head to fall against the door as I stared deep into his eyes.
If I had known what I was missing…
“What’s that look on your face for?” he asked, his hand coming up to tuck a few stray tufts of hair that’d fallen from my ponytail behind my ear.
I swallowed hard, wondering if I should just tell him the truth.
Then decided, he wasn’t really going to be able to change anything now. He was already inside of me.
Tightening my legs around his hips, I smoothed my hand down his chest, avoiding his eyes.
“I, ummm…” I hesitated. “I was… shit. This is hard.”
He moved me up and down the length of his cock once, and I moaned as he disappeared from my body only to fill me so full again.
“Tell me,” he pleaded with me, pumping me full again. And again. And again.
By the time I finally blurted out the words, I was pretty much mindless.
“I was wondering if this was what all the hype was about when it comes to sex.” I panted, head thrown back as I stared at the ceiling, unable to even hold my head up at this point. “I was wondering if it was just you—the reason it was so great—or if it felt like this because that was just what sex felt like.”
He froze, half in, half out of my body.
His hands tightened on my ass, and there was a long moment of silence as he said, “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“It depends.” I swallowed hard and lifted my head up so that I could stare at him. “What are you thinking that I’m telling you?”
He gritted his teeth and moved away from the door, walking backward until his ass hit the edge of the bed and he could sit down with me in his lap.
“I’m thinking that you’re saying this was your first tim
e, and I just took you against a fucking door when I should have been more considerate and done it in the bed,” he muttered, looking at my collarbone.
I moved onto him for a better position, then pushed him lightly so that he fell backward onto the bed.
Then I straddled his body so that it was more comfortable for me and leaned down so that my breasts were pillowed on top of his chest.
“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you,” I told him truthfully. “I didn’t want you to overthink it and then say that you didn’t want to do it anymore.”
His gaze flashed to mine.
“I wouldn’t have stopped,” he told me bluntly. “I’ve wanted you way too fucking long to ever just stop. That’s what’s wrong with me, Cal. I want you, and even though I knew it would hurt, I’d do it all over again. You should have said something, though. I thought those pain faces were from something else. More like a…”
I placed my hand over his mouth and started to ride him. Because honestly, I didn’t have the energy to assure him that I was okay. I had the energy to ride him, and that was about it.
So that was what I did.
With my hand over his mouth, I circled my hips and ground down into him, filling myself up with him only to pull away and do it all over again seconds later.
All the while, he watched me move.
And when I finally fell over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I paused with his cock half out of me, he finally lost the battle with his control.
Seconds later, I found myself flipped to my back.
Moments after that, he was pounding into me so deep that I might’ve called upon his beast, because holy God was he going nuts.
He was pounding into me so hard that the backs of my thighs were slapping hard against the front of his.
And I only thought that the orgasm that I’d rode out on top of him earlier had been good.
Well, I’d been wrong.
Really, really fucking wrong.
Because the one he unleashed in me seconds after he’d taken over? It was out of this world.
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