Virgin

by Georgia Le Carre

  “Fuck, I need you,” he groans, moving from my mouth to my neck, kissing, sucking, driving me crazy. I tilt my head back and hold him close, running my fingers through his thick hair, abandoning myself to him.

  It’s so good. Sooo good.

  His hand works on the buttons of my blouse, then pulls the material aside so he can latch onto one of my breasts through my lacy bra cup. It doesn’t satisfy him and he yanks the fabric aside before sucking greedily on me again.

  “Oh, God!” I cry out as I arch my back, pushing more of my breast into his mouth. He bites down on my nipple, drawing a hiss through my clenched teeth.

  “Take me, Tyson, take me now,” I hear myself gasp.

  He cups my butt, lifting me in one swift motion. I close my legs around his waist and the pressure of his thick, hard cock against my aching pussy is sweeter than anything I could have imagined.

  He lowers me gently, then crawls up the length of my body to kiss me again.

  He whispers my name. It sounds heavenly from his lips. He nips the spot between my neck and my shoulder. The exact same spot he had bitten that first night when he was deep inside me. I gasp with the sensation of his mouth, his teeth, and his tongue flat against my skin. Tasting, sensing, and enjoying the fast beat of my heart in the blood that rushes through my veins.

  I pull the shirt from his waistband and indulge myself in the feeling of his bare skin, marveling the way I did the first time at the size and firmness of his body. He is truly perfection. He peels his shirt off. I revel in the sight, the tattoos I’ve nearly forgotten, the rippling muscles, and rasp of his skin. Pulling him down for another deep, breathtaking kiss that goes on and on. I wish it would never stop. I would gladly spend the rest of my life in this moment.

  “I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he grates hoarsely, running a hand down my side, over my hip and down the outside of my thigh. He grabs my boot, tugs it off my foot and throws it behind him. He repeats it with my other boot. I watch him unbutton my jeans and pull the zip down. Grasping the leg ends of my jeans he yanks hard, the movement so strong and sure, my jeans immediately slide down my hips, legs, and feet. He flings them away from him.

  “Please …” I moan, flexing my hips upward like an animal in heat, dying to make contact with him. I need him between my legs. I need him inside me, on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his glorious body.

  He peels off my panties and looks down between my legs. Slowly, he spreads my legs and stares at my splayed open pussy as if he is starving. I feel my own wetness leak out of me as I let him look. I want him to look. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful, desirable, wanted. The way I haven’t felt in two years.

  “Look how wet you are,” he says, dragging his eyes up to mine.

  “It’s you. You make me wet for you.”

  “Wrap your legs around my neck,” he orders, and as I lift my legs, he throws them on either side of his shoulders. Then he dives between them. Licking a trail up my inner thigh, his beard scratching and tickling me, he moves higher and higher along the sensitive skin. His progress is maddeningly slow, and it makes me clench my hands to stop myself from grabbing his head and greedily pushing it to where I’m throbbing for his mouth.

  Finally, an eternity later, he drags his tongue across my throbbing clit, and I can’t help it.

  I scream.

  “Shhh …” he murmurs, as if he is attending to a crying baby.

  Spreading my pussy lips with his fingers, he dips his tongue into me. A cry is torn out of my throat. I already know I won’t last long. He laps up the juices pouring out of me, then rims my asshole.

  “Tyson,” I squeak.

  “Not now, but I’m going in there, babe,” he says with a dark laugh. Then he begins to suckle gently at my clit and my body arches off the bed. He touches parts of me that nobody’s ever touched, unleashes something I didn’t know existed before him. I close my eyes and let the sensations take over, abandoning myself. No more thinking. Only feeling. And there’s so much to feel.

  Writhing and groaning, losing control, I feel nothing but my hands clawing into his hair and his mouth on me. My ecstatic cries fill the air as my body clenches around him and waves of sheer bliss wash over me. His hands roam over me, touching, caressing, fondling, stroking.

  When I come down from that dizzy height of pleasure, and my ragged breathing quiets, I hear him making growling sounds as he starts to eat me out again. Sucking my swollen, wet lips into his mouth. He’s giving me more. And by God, I want more. I’ve been thirsting for this. I’ll never get enough of him.

  He barely has the condom unrolled before he’s between my legs again, pulling me into a deep, searching kiss as he pushes forward. I groan, deep and low as he plunges into me. I’d forgotten how massive he is, how he filled and stretched until I thought he would split me.

  “You like that?” he grunts, grinding slowly, teasing me.

  After all this time, I need more. I need it to hurt. I tighten my legs around his butt and pull him deeper, grunting with the effort. More of him gets pushed in. Our bodies fit together like they were made for each other. I watch his body moving and it’s like magic, his abs tightening each time he buries his cock in me.

  “Go in deeper still,” I gasp.

  He frowns. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I want to take all of you inside me.”

  “Okay,” he says, and pulls out of me. Sitting on his haunches, he rolls my hips so I am doubled over and both my pussy and asshole are exposed to his gaze. I lift my hips higher and look him in the eye, telling him without words that I want it harder, faster, stronger.

  He opens my legs and plunges all the way in. Then, before I can even adjust to the sensation, he gives it to me the way I asked for it. Like an animal. Feral and furious. Pounding. My breasts bouncing wildly, my whole body jerking uncontrollably.

  The pressure starts to build again, getting stronger every time our bodies crash together. Until I can’t stand it. It’s too good. He feels the change in me, the way my muscles begin to tighten around his thickness, and he pummels me faster than ever.

  My orgasm rips through me and crests. I hold my arms out to him, just as the wave breaks.

  “Yes. Yes,” I gasp. A sob of pure joy and relief pours from my lips. My nails trace lines across his shoulders, making him groan louder as his thrusts speed up.

  “Yes, I love it, harder, faster,” I whisper, thrusting up to meet him, desperate to give him what he gave me. When he explodes with a roar of pleasure, my heart swells with the deep love that I have never been able to kill no matter if I thought he was an uncaring cad. I’ve loved him all this time.

  “Hell,” he groans when it’s over, falling forward, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. “To think I managed to convince myself that I was imagining how fantastic it was before.”

  “Me, too,” I whisper, kissing the side of his face, his shoulder. “Me, too.”

  It was so good, so right. Everything I remembered and more. We smile at each other, and just for a second the years dissolve and we’re right back where we started. Intoxicated with each other. Unable to believe that we’ve been so lucky to find each other.

  Then the real world comes back to me and dread fills my heart. I gave in to a sexual urge? It’s so wrong.

  It’s all so wrong.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Tyson

  I stare up at the ceiling and can’t help grinning like an idiot. I found her … and drove her nuts. Two years of being without her, of longing, of regretting I never left a message at the hotel, is finally over. Two years haven’t changed a thing.

  The problem is, when I turn my head to face her, I don’t see the same look of happiness and joy. She even seems distressed and upset. My smile goes sour before dissolving. “What is it?” I ask.

  She closes her eyes for a second, then sits up. “I should go. I don’t regret what we did, but it can’t happen again. This ends here.”

  “What are
you talking about?” I reach for her, brushing my fingertips over her bare back, and she jerks away like I burned her.

  “Things are very different now, Tyson.” I’ve never heard such sadness, such total hopelessness in her voice before.

  I sit up, speechless, devastated. She really wants to go. Fuck if it makes sense. How could she be so passionate one minute and turn so sad the next? What’s happened to her? I run my fingers through my hair and try to figure out my next move. I mucked things up once, I’m not about to do it again. If she thinks she is going to slip through my fingers so easily she’s got another thing coming. “Help me to understand how it is,” I say slowly.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t have the time. Just know that it’s better for us both if I get out of here as fast as I can.”

  I catch her hand and tug. She falls on her back and looks up at me. “Make the time. For old times sake.”

  “I’m late. I’ve got to go. Please.” I stare down at her. How could I want to fuck her again? I just did. She wriggles out of my grasp, scoots to the edge of the bed and starts looking around the room. “My purse,” she mumbles. “I have to check my phone.”

  I point to her purse by the door, and her cheeks go pink with the memory of how she dropped it in her hurry to fuck me. Buck naked she hurries over to pick it up. There is nothing on her mind except her phone. I watch her look at the screen and the relief that crosses her face as she drops it back into her bag.

  “Everything all right?” I ask casually.

  “Hmm? Yeah. Thanks.” She turns away and starts getting dressed. She slips into her panties, then pulls her jeans on over the top.

  “Be honest with me. Why are you running away like this?” I bound out of bed. In spite of what is going on, I have a hard-on from watching her dress. She tries to avert her eyes as she looks around for her bra.

  “It’s much too long a story, and I don’t have the time. I’m sorry, Tyson, but you’ll just have to accept that.”

  I take her by the arm as she tries to hurry past, and I pull her to me. “I don’t have to accept anything. I don’t even have to let you go. I could keep you here for days, naked and with my cock inside you, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

  “You’re holding me too tight,” she mutters through clenched teeth, looking at my shoulder.

  I know I’m not holding her too tight. “Want me to prove it? Want me to show you how easily I could get your ass back in that bed?”

  She flinches.

  “Why won’t you look at me, Izzy? Is it too hard to leave when you look me in the eye?”

  She raises her eyes to mine. God, they’re so sad. “Don’t we deserve so much better than what we’ve had?”

  She doesn’t say a word—but she doesn’t disagree, either, so that’s something.

  I capitalize on my argument. “I want us to have another chance. The chance we should’ve had two years ago. I swear I’m telling the truth when I say I’d have given anything for things to have gone differently, but I couldn’t do a thing then. Now, it’s up to us, you and me. We lost two years, but we still have the rest of our lives. We could be so happy together, Izzy. I want you. I want you in my life forever.”

  Tears fill her eyes. “Tyson. Don’t do this. Please.”

  I sense her resolve waning and push in for the kill. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it too. I can hear it in your voice, and see it in your eyes that you want it too. Just like you couldn’t resist coming here with me today—you tried, but you couldn’t do it. What’s between us is too strong, Izzy. Tell me I’m wrong. Go on.”

  She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out except a soft sigh. Resignation. She knows I’m right, of course. The way I know I’m right.

  I let go of her arm. “Izzy. Come on. Give us a chance. We could have so much. We could be so happy.” I reach out for her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheek. She doesn’t move. She only looks into my eyes with that same sad, longing expression. I’m offering the woman everything I have and she looks back at me like I just killed her dog.

  Then her jaw tightens and she raises her chin. “I wish it were that easy. If you believe nothing else, believe that.” She takes a step back from me. “Please, I need to get dressed.” I watch the only woman I ever gave a damn about run around picking up and pull on the rest of her clothes. Her hands are shaking in her hurry to get out of my life. Maybe this is what I deserve. I’ve played fast and loose for a long time. I’ve broken too many hearts. I’m getting what was coming to me now. But I refuse to accept it.

  “I won’t give up on you. You have to know that.”

  “Promise me something,” she mutters as she pulls on her boots.

  “It depends.”

  “No. Promise.” There’s fire in her voice like I’ve never heard from her. The fire reaches her eyes when she looks up at me from where she sits on the edge of the bed.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Promise you will never, ever try to contact me after this. Promise me. Please. I need to know, for your sake and mine.”

  “I can’t promise that,” I growl. “I need you. Don’t you hear what I’m saying?”

  “I hear you saying a lot of pretty words that don’t mean anything in the real world, where real things happen.” She springs to her feet with an anguished cry that tears at my heart. “Oh, Tyson, when will you understand? There’s a whole world out there, a world full of people who have to make choices. Sometimes they’re the wrong choices, I’ll grant you, but all we can do is the best we can with what we’ve been given. I had to do the best I could in the situation, and I made my choice. The fact that you happened to be in the café today while I was going in for a cup of coffee doesn’t erase everything that’s happened between the night we met and right now. This isn’t a fairytale, even though you live such a charmed life.”

  “Charmed life? I’ve told you what I went through.”

  “Yes, and I’m sorry for it,” she says, shaking her head sorrowfully. “But that’s nothing compared to what awaited some of us.”

  “So why can’t we make it right?” I go to her, but she turns away with her arms wrapped around her waist and her shoulders hunched. Protecting herself? From me? “Izzy, give me the respect of at least being honest right now. You can do that for me—I think I deserve that much. We’re both adults. I can take it.”

  “What is it you want?” she whispers in a shaky voice. I want to reach out, hold her, but I’m afraid she would lash out like a scared animal. Tension practically crackles through her.

  I’ve always had a bit of a thick skull when it came to her. Actually, my brain becomes jelly and my dick takes over when I’m around her, but what would have been obvious to a fool, suddenly hits home. I don’t want to believe it, and it kills me to even think it might be true, but even though there’s no ring on her finger, she must be involved with somebody.

  “I want you to tell me: is there somebody else? Are you already with somebody?” My body is so still it is as if my heart has stopped beating. I stare at her, while my life feels as if it is ended. I watch as her shoulders fall. A heavy sigh slips from her lips. She doesn’t turn toward me. “Yes. There’s already someone else.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Tyson

  Two years have gone by—what did I expect her to do?

  Join a fuckin’ convent and pine away for the man that left her hanging.

  I figured out that she must have got my number wrong or lost her phone and that she probably didn’t turn up in Costa because she couldn’t. So as far as she knew, I ran out on her that morning and I never had any intention of turning up at our meeting. She owed me nothing.

  Considering the circumstances, I can’t expect anything more from her, but hell with her admission. She pulled my heart out and cut me off at the knees. My head is ringing, my tongue is thick in my mouth, and I feel totally fucked. The hurt is incredible.

  Sick to my stomach, I stare at her slumped shoulders.

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sp; No. No. I cannot accept that she belongs to someone else. No.

  I lay my hand on her shoulder and she jumps. I turn her around slowly to face me. Unable to look into my eyes, she covers her face with her hands.

  I pry her hands away and look into her eyes. She loves me. I’m her man. She is mine. Not his. I claimed her two years ago and it was only a cruel twist of fate that parted us. I’m not giving her up to anyone. She belongs to me.

  I’ve just possessed her again.

  Whatever she has with him cannot be worth a damn if she came so easily with me. I don’t care who he is or what’s happened between them. I’ll win her back. This girl is mine. She is my virgin. Nobody else’s. Forever. I marked her, and I won’t rest until she is wearing my ring.

  I keep my voice gentle. “Tell me, are things as good between the two of you as they are with us? Does he make you scream? Do you get wet just because you’re in the same room as him? See this thing between us right now. This need. This passion. Is that what you have with him? Would he look for you for two fucking years and never stop hoping, never give up searching for you in the back of every blonde head he sees?”

  She pauses, her eyes pained. “What I have with him is different, but … it’s good too.”

  “I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t have come with me otherwise,” I mutter.

  “I came with you because you were, we were, unfinished business. Now it’s finished.”

  “Oh yeah? Want me to show you how unfinished it is?”

  She lifts her chin. She looks beautiful, even radiant, but looks can deceive. “Everything is not about sex.”

  “No, but it’s a terrible indictment on what you have with him if you can’t even resist a bit of sex from an old lover.”

  She turns away from me. “You won’t understand. Please believe me that I’m not the girl I was before. Everything has changed. I don’t want you. I have a good life. Please, let me go and don’t try to find me. Please leave me alone. If not for yourself, for my sake. Please. You don’t know what it means to me.”