“No,” I deny immediately. “You’re right, you aren’t in the position to ask for any concessions. I said just this, and I mean it. One time only, no strings, just sex. That’s all I’m offering, and it’s up to you whether you take it or leave it,” I shrug, going for nonchalant.
“Jesus, fuck, Blaine,” Jonas grates out like the words have been ripped from his chest passing through one ton of gravel first. “You don’t let me see to you after, and you’re gonna regret it. I’m not a gentle man, baby, and I don’t want to hurt you, but there’s good chance I will, and I can’t do the first fucking thing about it.”
I can only assume he’s referring to the sizeable bulge in his jeans when he says that. I may be a virgin, but I’m not stupid. I know a man Jonas’ size has to be packing more than his fair share below the belt. You can’t be built like he is without having the equipment to match.
“Again, how about you let me worry about that, and you concentrate on making a decision.” I prompt. “This offer comes with an expiry date, and that’s fast approaching. You either want to fuck me, or you don’t, Jay. The choice really is that simple. But in the interests of expediting an answer, I’ll make it even easier for you.” Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I go on to say, “I’m going to get up and go to my room, get undressed and wait for you naked for the next five minutes. If you don’t walk through that door by the time that five minutes is up, I’ll have your answer. But if you do, I’ll accept that as your agreement that this is a one-time only thing, and you’ll leave straight afterward.”
Not waiting for him to say anything else, I stand up and whip my t-shirt over my head, giving Jonas a little added incentive as to what he will get out of the deal should he choose to follow me.
Thanking the laundry Gods it was washing day yesterday so that I had access to all my nicest bra and pantie sets this morning, I walk away from Jonas noting the hungry expression that’s taken up permanent residence on his face since I told him what I wanted from him. It’s in his hands now, and I am absolutely terrified he’ll call my bluff.
CHAPTER SIX
~ Jonas ~
“When a woman says “What?” It’s not because she didn’t hear you. She’s giving you a chance to change what you said.”
- someecards
This isn’t what I expected when I imagined being with Blaine for the first time. In fact, it couldn’t be further from what I’ve spent years fantasizing about. But that being said, I would be all kinds of fool not to take her up on her sinfully generous offer.
When the words, “I want you to fuck me,” first came out of Blaine’s perfectly pink pouty lips, I all but blew my load on the fucking spot. And that is something that has never happened to me. Not once, not ever. Not even when I was thirteen and rubbing one out in the shower before my sisters could bang down the fucking door did I blow my wad almost instantaneously.
But what followed was the stuff of nightmares, not wet dreams.
Hearing Blaine deny me the chance to stay and take care of her after I finally have her the first time sent cold shards of dread up my spine, and nearly had me saying no before I gave it another second thought.
She really is taking the choice out of my hands, though. If I turn around and leave, I know this will be the end of us before we had a chance at a beginning. My hands are tied here. The only opportunity I have to convince her we’ve got something special is using my body to do it, and even then it’s a huge fucking risk. One I’m pretty sure is going to backfire on me horrendously.
Like a Goddamn car crash, what I’m going to do next neither of us is going to walk away from unscathed. Because do not mistake my intent. I am going to do as she asks and fuck her; I’m just not going to explain how removed from fucking a woman what I’m going to do to her is.
The fact is, this was always going to happen between us, Blaine was right on that score. Our chemistry, the connection we have is undeniable, but where she and I differ from every other woman I’ve taken to bed is that I plan on making love to her.
I might not be in love with her, or, at least, I don’t think I am, but I can sure as hell make love to her like she deserves. I’ll worship her spectacular body with everything I have, and when I have her begging for me to take her, I’m going to take my time showing her how perfect it can be between us.
Whether she likes it or not, whether she knows what she’s inadvertently set in motion asking this of me, nothing will stop me from marking her as mine.
Quick long strides have me at the open door of Blaine’s bedroom before I can change my mind, and what I find as I push the door open to lean against the frame only further solidifies I made the right fucking choice.
Spread out on top of her pale purple sheets is arguably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Long legs covered with flawless creamy-white skin I know feels as soft as it looks, Blaine is the epitome of perfection. Her high, full breasts, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth are deceptively large for her small frame, and I fucking love it.
If you asked me ten minutes ago if I’m an ass, legs, or breast man, I would have told you ass all the way. There’s nothing like a woman’s firm, tight ass seductively swaying in front of you as you pound into her from behind. But ask me the same question now, and I’ll tell you all of the above as long as they belong to Blaine.
The piece de resistance, though. Blaine’s mane of thick, shiny blonde hair spread out over the pillows at the head of her bed. Her flared hips, tight, flat stomach, shaved bare pussy, glistening with her arousal aside, it’s her hair that has my cock going from hard to rock fucking solid. And that’s saying something because her pussy looks good enough to eat all pink, puffy, and dripping with her desire for me.
And yes, I know it’s desire for me and no one else. Blaine might be able to lie to me about a lot of things if she put her mind to it, but how much she wants me isn’t one of them.
“Going to give you one chance to tell me you made a mistake, baby. If you don’t, I’m going to come in there and bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours until you come on my tongue. After that, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, so I get you nice and wet, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to beg me to stop,” I tell her, my breathing escalating at the mere thought of tasting her. “So what’s it going to be?” I ask, giving her a second to reconsider.
Grinning at me shyly, Blaine seals both our fates when she says,
“What are you waiting for, a written invitation?”
Throwing caution and all sense to the wind, I groan,
“Ah, fuck it,” and launch myself at her.
Gripping both her ankles in my fists, I drag Blaine’s sweet ass to the edge of the bed, unceremoniously drop to my knees and do exactly what I told her I would.
Burying my face in her pussy, I lap the length of her slit twice before plunging my tongue inside her. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, and the second it does, I give up all pretense and devour her.
I’m all lips, tongue, sucking, licking, eating, fucking ravaging her until Blaine’s hips arch off the bed searching for even more than I can give her. Making sure she wants for nothing, I engage the hand not anchored on her ass driving her hips up to my waiting mouth and manipulate her clit with the pad of my thumb.
Blaine’s whimpers only spur me on to consume her as she seeks the high my mouth is promising her. I can feel her inner muscles tighten around my tongue as I speed up the tight circles and pressure I’m applying to the tight bud of her clit.
Removing my tongue from the velvet grip of her pussy, I suction my mouth over her clit and suck hard. Using the edge of my teeth to increase the blood flow, I test her readiness by working one thick finger inside her.
Jesus, fuck, but she’s tight. If Blaine hadn’t said she had some experience, albeit minimal, I would swear she was a virgin.
No woman, I shit you not, has the right to be as tight, wet, and hot as Blaine. Not that I’m complaining, I can on
ly imagine how she’s going to feel around my cock when I finally drive inside of her.
“Jay. Oh my God, Jay. Don’t stop,” she moans softly as I rotate my finger and begin stroking the front wall of her pussy.
And that shit just pisses me right the fuck off.
“You call me Jonas when any part of me is inside you, Blaine. I don’t give a shit if it’s my tongue, my fingers, or my cock; you call me Jonas.”
Complying immediately, she moans my name, which is enough to have the first drops of pre-come leaking from the head of my cock and dampening the fabric of my jeans.
“Jonas, yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
Easing a second finger into her, I scissor them wide until I know she’s as primed as she’s ever going to be. Without delay, I thrust both finger deep, press against the bundle of nerves I know will send her over the edge, and watch Blaine soar.
And she does not disappoint. In fact, watching Blaine orgasm might just be the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
Throwing her head back, Blaine’s slender throat elongates, the pulse in her neck beating a rapid tempo as her back arches violently off the bed. I stroke in time with the pulsing of her pussy, drawing out her pleasure until I can’t handle the ache in my cock a second longer.
Leaving my fingers where they are but spreading her open for me again, I rise off my knees, and my free hand goes to the button and zip of my jeans. Once free, my cock throbs, bobbing up and down with the beat of my heart.
Now, at this moment, I’d like to say I was a smart man, but that’d be a bullshit lie.
Not once then or in the minutes that followed before I came inside Blaine’s untouched pussy did I consider protecting either of us. The thought just never entered my mind. All I could think about was driving into her tight, sweet body and taking my fill. Jacking around searching for a condom would have only prolonged my agony, and I never had any intention of having anything between us anyway. And that includes a thin layer of latex.
Positioning myself between Blaine’s wide open thighs, my hips settles in the cradle of hers as my cock seeks out her heat. Taking my cock in hand, I probe the entrance to her pussy, stroking up and down her slit a few times coating the head in her juices.
“Gonna go in easy, yeah? You need me to go slower, you tell me, okay?” I growl as Blaine’s arousal drips down the length of my shaft and onto the smooth skin of my balls.
“Mmhmm, okay,” she pants, looking up at me with an expression I’ve never seen on her face before.
I don’t give it another thought as I bury my face in the soft skin of her neck, but I should have. That look told me everything I needed to know about how badly I was fucking this up.
Breathing in the subtle fragrance of her shampoo, tasting the silky skin of her neck, I begin to push the head of my cock inside her and let out a ragged breath as it breaches her opening.
Nothing better. Not one fucking thing has ever felt as good as she does. And I know until the day I die nothing ever will.
“Talk to me, baby. You doing okay?” I question, sliding in another inch.
“I’m good,” she whispers almost too quiet for me to hear.
“Yeah, me too,” I confirm, rotating my hips until half my length is buried in heaven.
I know I promised her I’d take it easy on her, but as Blaine’s hips automatically rise to meet my short strokes, I can’t hold back anymore. She feels too good, too fucking perfect.
Slamming the last four inches of my cock into her pussy, I completely miss Blaine’s sharp intake of breath followed by her hiss of excruciating pain. It’s drowned out by the long, guttural growl that’s torn from somewhere deep in the back of my throat. Just add that to my list of sins that is fast compiling.
I reach back, grab one of Blaine’s ankles, throwing her leg wide and hooking it over my hip as I start to move in earnest. Plunging in and drawing back out is like pleasure and pain repeated. Over and over again, I get the promise of her before I have to retreat and thrust back into her again.
My head doesn’t leave Blaine’s neck as one of my hand travels south to pinch her clit between my forefinger and thumb.
“You need to reach for it, baby, because I’m not gonna last much longer,” I growl.
“I’m there,” she lies convincingly. So convincingly, in fact, I believe her.
Repeating my earlier maneuver, I drag Blaine’s other leg to wrap around my waist and don’t waste any time speeding up the thrust of my hips until I can’t tell where I end, and she begins.
“That’s it, baby,” I grunt, alternating between sucking the sweet skin of her shoulder and plunging inside her. “Take all of me.”
Using her body to find it, I growl my orgasm into the pillow beside her. Wrapped in Blaine’s pussy, smelling our joint arousal, and feeling the soft glide of her hair against my fists as I grip the pillow, I don’t see the tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.
I totally fucking miss the almost repulsion she feels toward me as she realizes I didn’t even kiss her before I took her body and claimed it. And I don’t sense it as Blaine begins to physically, mentally, and emotionally retreat from me.
Right then, all of me is consumed by all of her. Stripped bare, splayed open, my heart aches with what I have to do next – what she expects me to do next.
As soon as my breathing becomes more regular, Blaine doesn’t hesitate in disengaging herself from me and rolling away. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she tugs the sheet free, wraps it firmly around herself hiding everything I’ve already subconsciously memorized, and pads quietly across the carpet to her bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she tells me without bothering to turn around and face me. “I want you to be gone by the time I get out.”
Her voice is devoid of emotion, totally and entirely dead. No warmth. No sweetness. And absolutely no love. All that’s left is a thin layer of hostility and ice cold determination.
“I can stay,” I offer. “I mean, I want to stay, Blaine.”
“No,” she says quickly. Too quickly.
“You sure?” I offer knowing she won’t accept before the words leave my mouth.
“Absolutely,” she replies emphatically. “One time only, no strings, remember?” Blaine prompts as if I could have forgotten.
“Yeah, I remember,” I confirm, wanting nothing more than to rescind her asinine fucking deal.
Deciding she’s done with me, Blaine dismisses me by slamming the door to her bathroom and engaging the lock, further proving she was serious about her conditions. Taking that as my cue to get the fuck out of there, I exit her bed and swiftly pull on my jeans. I don’t, however, need to find my shirt, because, after everything we did, I didn’t even take it off.
I’m dressed and ready to leave when I hear the first sob leave Blaine’s mouth, and that only makes this harder. But what makes it near on impossible to go is when I see the small red stain marring her otherwise pale purple sheets.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, no.
The horrific soul-destroying reality of what I’ve done washes over me like a tidal wave, sending me to my knees with a bellow of pain I know Blaine hears when her sobs grow louder.
There are a lot of things I’ve done in my life that I regret, but none more than walking away from Blaine that day after I took her virginity. But it wasn’t just taking something I never deserved or leaving that haunted me, though. It was how I took it. Brutishly. Selfishly. Impersonally. That’s the memory I left Blaine with.
I took something that should have been beautiful and turned it into something Blaine would never forget, and I don’t mean that in a good way. But what’s worse is that our recollections of that day would never be the same, and for that I fucking hate myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
~ Blaine ~
“Be warned: I’m bored. This could get dangerous.”
- yourecards
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was something seriously wrong with you,
Bee. I mean, who balks at freaking pizza? No one, that’s who,” Bella educates me.
Well, I, for one would have agreed with her six weeks ago, but now, not so much. I think it’s perfectly reasonable for a woman suffering the most wretched case of morning sickness ever to refuse what looks to be a perfectly good meal.
In my current state, I’m not only discriminating against deep-dish pizza pies, but I'm also unilaterally avoiding all solid foods with a ten-foot pole. You name it, and it makes a reappearance, so for now, until I know I can keep something down for a full hour, I decline to participate in any activity that involves chewing.
Yep, you heard it here on Blaine-is-a-freaking-moron news at eleven; I am indeed knock up.
So, let’s recap my humiliation just to be sure everyone who’s anyone knows. Not only was I devirginized in a fit of anger (that would be my super adult temper tantrum), but the man who did the deed heard me cry like a baby afterward, and the icing on the cake if that wasn’t enough? I managed to defy the statistics, getting pregnant my first time. As in, first time ever, not just with Jonas.
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