Before the Lie (The Confession Duet Book 1)

by KD Robichaux

  The hand at my throat starts to move downward, his fingers spreading wide as he slides over the center of my chest and stomach until he reaches the hem of my shirt. He tugs it up, and I swallow but bravely help him pull it off me, finally breaking our kiss. I hold my breath as he looks down at the lacy light gray bralette that covers my small breasts, watching his face heat and his eyes turn stormy. But the gentleness of his touch that follows doesn’t match the aggression I sense just beneath the surface, and I can tell he’s holding himself in check so as to not scare me.

  With the tips of his fingers of his right hand, he traces the edge of the lace over the gentle swell of my breast, and as they reach the clasp at the center of the flimsy cups, he unhooks it effortlessly, letting them fall open and to the sides of my body. I feel lightheaded, realizing I haven’t exchanged the oxygen out of my lungs in a while, and I see his eyes follow the movement as my chest expands then relaxes. The dark chocolate pools staring so intently at me make me squirm, and to make it stop, I reach up to grab the back of Corbin’s neck, trying to force him down to kiss me again. But he doesn’t budge. The only thing that moves is his gaze as he raises it to meet mine.

  “So fucking perfect, baby girl,” he growls, and my gut tightens.

  “N-no one’s ever seen me naked before, Corbin. You’re making me nervous just staring at me like that,” I whisper.

  “I could just stare at you for the rest of the night, Vi. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He lowers his face to the center of my chest then trails his nose across my skin, making it prickle and hardening my nipples. When he exchanges the soft touch with the roughness of his stubbled cheek, I shudder, my arms coming up to encircle his shoulders, my hands clasping behind his shaved head. When he finally takes one nipple into his mouth, I let out a loud moan, the sound surprising me, and I clamp down on my bottom lip in embarrassment.

  He must hear the abrupt way I cut off the noise, because he stops what he was doing, leans up over my face, and uses his thumb to pull my lip free. “Don’t ever silence yourself when I’m giving you pleasure. There’s no sexier sound than one that comes out of you, letting me know I’m making you feel good.” The tone of his voice sounds like both a command and a reassurance, and all I can do is nod.

  Before I know what’s happening, his strong arm shoves between my lower back and the mattress, I’m moving, and my head is suddenly lying on his pillow, his scent filling my lungs as he lowers himself on his elbows, one on either side of my head, as his body comes to lie between my legs. The weight of him on top of me is both comforting and thrilling, and I fight the urge to move beneath him like a cat seeking attention. His face lowers to my neck, kissing up to my ear until he takes the lobe between his teeth, making me whimper.

  My hands come up to grasp at his back as he drives me into a frenzy, his mouth doing magical things as he trails his tongue back down to my breast, the one that hadn’t received his earlier attention. This time, I don’t stop myself as the moan escapes me, and I’m rewarded with a thrust of his hips against my pulsating center.

  He travels farther down, and when he reaches the top of my jeans, I tell myself to keep breathing as he undoes the button and zipper, leaning back on his knees to pull them down and off, leaving me in nothing but the light gray lace panties that match my bralette. Instead of focusing on his eyes, devouring me like I’m a buffet and he hasn’t eaten in days, I decide to take in his glorious body, in perfect view as he rests his ass back on his heels between my thighs. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy, desirable, because if a man who looks the way Corbin does is gazing at me like he’s contemplating which part to consume first, then I’m not going to worry about my body anymore.

  So it’s with this thought in mind that when he takes hold of the lace at my hips and sweeps it down my legs then onto the floor, I try not to react. I feel my knees involuntarily begin to close, wanting to protect the place between them, but Corbin stops their movement with palms to my inner thighs, making them move in the opposite direction as he opens me up farther than I was to begin with. I close my eyes as he lowers himself there, feeling his massive, hard shoulders against the soft part at the backs of my thighs.

  “Breathe, baby girl,” he says against the inside of my legs, as he begins to kiss his way downward.

  I inhale, grasping at the sheets beneath me, not knowing what to do as he gets closer and closer to the place that needs his touch so badly. And without further torture, the anticipation nearly killing me, I feel the first lap of his tongue against my flesh and shudder, my whole body trying to close in on itself, but Corbin wraps his hands around the base of my thighs, where they connect to the rest of me, keeping my hips steady as he begins to devour me. There’s no other way to describe what he’s doing, as he doesn’t just flick his tongue against my clit. No, he covers and consumes me with his whole mouth, the sounds almost obscene but undeniably sexy as he eats me.

  There would have been no way to hold back my cries of pleasure, even if I wanted to. Never have I felt anything like what he’s doing to me. Is this why it was so shocking to Corbin and Sierra when they found out I’ve never masturbated? Is this what it felt like just by touching down there? Surely not. I have a feeling nothing I could do to myself would ever feel as all-consuming as this. I feel every stroke of his talented tongue from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes, which curl then flex, as I’m unable to keep myself still.

  And suddenly, something starts to build inside me. As if I’ve begun running up a hill, climbing my way to the top. It’s almost frightening in its intensity, and I’m not sure what I’ll find once I make it to the peak. But as his grip tightens on my legs when I squirm, and his mouth keeps up its relentless rhythm, the runner inside me gets an unexpected burst of energy and starts sprinting toward her finish line.

  Abruptly, every muscle in my body seizes, tightening to an almost painful degree, and my breath catches in my chest as a sudden explosion goes off inside me and I call out his name on a sob. I fold in on myself, trying to curl into a fetal position around Corbin’s upper body before my limbs and everything inside me goes lax, feeling like I’ve turned into liquid as he takes one final lap from bottom to top. A shudder runs through me as he presses a kiss to my clit, and then he crawls up my body, hovering over me as I pant, my heart feeling like it’s beating so hard it’s going to levitate right out of my chest while the rest of me melts into the mattress beneath me.

  But before I can even come down from my high, I feel Corbin between my legs, and I open my eyes to glance down and see his hand disappear at the apex of my thighs just as I feel his finger enter me. My back bows off the bed at the pleasurable intrusion, bringing me up against the hard muscles of his torso. Then his lips cover mine before his tongue dips between them, mimicking what his finger is doing inside me. I moan into his mouth, tasting my own flavor for the first time, finding it oddly sexy. Soon, I’m almost uncomfortably full as a second finger joins the first, so I concentrate on what his mouth is doing to mine, whimpering as he presses them deep then sweeps them across my inner walls.

  “I’ve gotta get you ready for me, baby girl. Just relax. Let me make you feel good,” he breathes against my lips. “So fucking tight, but you’re so wet for me. God, you’re going to feel like a fist around my cock.”

  His words make me clamp around his fingers, and we both groan. He leans down, his face going into the side of my neck, and suddenly a sense of calm washes over me, being completely surrounded by Corbin. With his tongue tracing up the column to my ear, while his hand that’s not working magic inside my soaking-wet heat braces him on the other side of my head, I’m enveloped by an art-covered wall of muscle. My inner muscles relax as I breathe in his familiar, comforting scent as his teeth send tingles through my extremities when they clamp down on my earlobe. I shiver and feel my nipples tighten against his rock-hard chest, my hips beginning to move against his knuckles.

  My breathing becomes heavy again, and just as that feeling star
ts to build inside me once more, he pulls his fingers away, and my eyes shoot open in confusion. But then I look down, seeing him use the wetness on his hand to spread over the head of his erection. My heart thumps, knowing what this means, and I’m both nervous yet anxious for it to happen.

  “Stay relaxed, baby girl,” he whispers in my ear, the heat of his breath making goose bumps prickle across my skin, but I consciously try to do what he instructs.

  I watch as he uses his hand to line up the bulbous head with my center before taking one of my hands in his grip, bring it above my head before doing the same with the other. His elbows then press into the mattress at the sides of my head for balance, and I relax even further as he cages me in, my small breasts pressed against his chest as my arms are stretched up the pillow. He laces his fingers together with mine, as he tells me clearly, “I’m clean. Got tested the week I met you, and there’s been no one since. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before, but I’ll be damned if anything is between us when I take you for the first time. Do you trust me?”

  Without hesitation, I nod, and my fingers squeeze between his as I feel him slowly start to ease inside me.

  “Breathe, Vi. Don’t hold it in, my love,” he commands gently, and his use of the word steals all the oxygen out of my lungs before I inhale once again as he sinks deeper. “Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes while I finally make you mine.”

  When my eyes meet his, they feel like they lock into place, and I’m unable to look away, even as they fill with tears as my core starts to burn. It’s not the pleasant heat that had blazed there before, when the new sensation of need had sparked. No. It’s the fiery sensation of tearing as he presses ahead, breaking through the bit of flesh that is the only thing separating us from becoming one entity.

  But even as I whimper at the pain, my gaze stays locked on his, and I focus on the look of pleasure and concentration in those chocolaty depths. And when he’s completely seated inside me, the weight of him fitting perfectly between my thighs, only then does he lean down to kiss me ever so gently, staying perfectly still to allow the hurt to dissipate. He trails kisses over my jaw and up to my ear, flicking his tongue across a sensitive spot just below it, then he whispers, “You tell me when to move, baby girl. I’d stay like this all night, so fucking happy just to finally be inside you. I won’t move an inch. Won’t cause you any more pain, only pleasure from here on out.”

  His words cause me to flex around his steel shaft, and an amazing sensation shoots from my center outward, making me gasp. He lifts himself to look into my face once again, and his eyes go soft, seeing nothing but desire written there. I nod, unable to speak, but he understands me nonetheless.

  He begins to move, and everything around us fades to black as every one of my senses zero in on where Corbin’s and my body are joined. My hands relax and flex in his, and I struggle to tug them free, having an urgent need to curl myself around him as he thrusts. He gives in, letting go, and I immediately wrap my arms around his torso, grasping onto the deep trench of muscle at the center of his back. It brings our bodies flush together, and his face goes back into my neck where he breathes me in deeply then lets out a sexy groan that has me shuddering beneath him.

  “Never felt anything so perfect, Vi,” he whispers. “Made for me.” He stops his rhythm and sinks all the way in for a moment, grinding his hips. “I can feel where you end. The head of my cock is kissing it. Right… there.” He presses even deeper, and I moan, feeling him against what must be my cervix. My nails sink into his back and he sucks in air, thrusting hard and making me cry out. “God, baby girl. You’re going to have to retract those claws, because you’re not ready for what that does to me.” His eyes gleam with something I don’t understand. I relax my hands, moving them beneath his arms to wrap up and grip onto his shoulders instead.

  He returns to his smooth, rhythmic pulses, his body moving in a sensual dance above me. I wish there was a mirror anchored to the ceiling, that way I could watch from a distance what he looks like as he brings me pleasure I never knew existed. So closely pressed against me, I feel every one of his muscles working, but I bet the actual sight of seeing them ripple as his body rolls and thrusts would be glorious and overwhelmingly erotic.

  Suddenly, his legs are no longer stretched out behind him, where I’d previously had my ankles wrapped around his calves. Instead, he brings the massive trunks beneath him to rest on his knees as he wraps his arm around my lower back, elevating my hips. This new angle causes him to rub something inside me that has me moaning in pleasure, my legs clamping around his hips as his tempo begins to speed up.

  But as good as it feels now, the pain completely gone except for when he goes just a little too deep, that building feeling doesn’t return, no matter how hard I concentrate. My eyes closed, my brow furrowed, my front teeth clamping down on my bottom lips, I start to get frustrated that the runner inside me hasn’t begun to make her journey up the hill.

  Being so in tune with me, Corbin’s arm tightens around my body, and his bicep squeezes my upper back, lifting me up to him so tight I can feel our hearts beating against each other. “Relax, baby girl. It probably won’t happen this time. A virgin never comes her first time. But I swear I’m going to take care of you. Not going to last much longer. You just feel too perfect.” He groans into my neck as he circles his hips, and I do as he says, relaxing and enjoying the sensations he’s setting off inside me instead of chasing the orgasm I thought was supposed to come. In all the romances novels I read, the virgin heroine always came after the hero broke her ‘maidenhead.’ But his words make me feel better, understanding nothing is wrong with me, and I melt into him as his thrusts become more powerful.

  With my breath coming out in forced gusts that match his every plunge, his muscles suddenly tighten, and he squeezes my small body to him so close that for a moment I can’t tell where I end and he begins before he swiftly pulls out, spilling his hot liquid onto my stomach.

  Keeping his hips elevated, as not to smear his cum between us, he lowers my upper body back to the pillow, kissing me gently as we both catch our breath. I look up into his eyes, seeing a look that matches what he called me when he first entered me, but I don’t say anything, even though I feel exactly what his expression is telling me without words. He smiles down at me, his perfect, straight white teeth flashing, making my heart skip, and then he glances down our bodies before looking up at me once more.

  “Don’t look, baby girl,” he orders quietly. Normally, if anyone else would tell me that, my automatic reaction would be to do the exact opposite. But being Corbin, and the way I naturally want to do exactly as he says, my eyes stay locked on his. They twinkle, looking happier and more carefree than I’ve ever seen him, and it makes my soul twirl that I did that to him. “I’m going to go get you a wet washcloth to clean up my mess. It looks like I avada kedavra’d your pussy.” He chuckles.

  “What?” I gasp, and just as I start to glance down at myself, he catches my chin and locks a more serious look with mine.

  “Don’t. Look,” he commands. “It’s not a big deal, Vi. Just a little blood and a shit load of cum. I’ll be right back.” He kisses me once more before backing up off the bed, wrapping a towel around his hips that had been laying across his dresser. He disappears behind the wardrobe, and I hear the door open and shut. I lie there, and force myself to obey his order, taking comfort from the fact he had been so nonchalant about it.

  He returns moments later, and as I reach out for the slightly steaming washcloth in his hand, he bats it away, shaking his head. “It’s my job to take care of you, my love,” he murmurs, and everything inside me goes soft as he begins to carefully clean between my legs. When he’s finished there, he wipes away the liquid on my stomach before folding the mess up inside the cloth then sets it somewhere out of sight.

  When he comes back, I expect him to lie down next to me, but instead, he positions himself between my legs once more, placing my calves over his shou
lders. I tug the pillow above me to beneath my head and peek down at him as he trails gentle kisses down my still-trembling thigh. He must feel my eyes on him, because his lift and lock on mine, his intense stare sending a chill down my spine as he continues his path to my center.

  When he reaches his target, he hovers there, his breath the only thing he touches me with, but as sensitive as I am right now, I feel it as clearly as if he were stroking me with his tongue. His gaze too penetrating, my lids close and I turn my face away, becoming suddenly embarrassed as he watches his effect on me. But he growls, and somehow I know it’s his unspoken order to return my eyes to him.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs, his hot breath on my core making me moan as much as his praise. And what he says next, turns my world upside down. “I love you, Vi. Have since before I even actually saw you. That feeling I told you about, the one I had when you were walking up to the front of the gym to give me the belay lesson that first day? I swear, baby girl. That was my soul finding its mate. It was so shocking, because I truly didn’t think I even had a soul, knowing all the bad shit I’ve done in my life. And I don’t deserve you. I know I don’t fucking deserve someone so sweet, and beautiful, and good. But I promise, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life trying to be a man worthy of you.”

  With tears in my eyes, and before I can respond, without warning, his scorching mouth covers me, and all thoughts of replying to his heartfelt confession twirls to the back of my mind. Instead of being too overwhelming as I thought it would be, being so sensitive, the heat of his mouth is actually soothing, and my tense muscles relax as he does exactly what he promised before he orgasmed—takes care of me like no one ever has.

  TIME.

  It used to move so slowly.

  I can remember when I was a kid, being bored out of my mind at home. Trying to pass the time by playing video games or outside with friends in my neighborhood in California.