by Gemma Weir
“Oh fuck,” I cry, pulling at his hair and dragging him to me, needing his mouth on mine. When he kisses me it’s raw and possessive and drugging. I spread my legs wider needing more friction, needing him, wanting his fingers, his cock, something to take away the ache deep inside of me.
He pulls my wet panties to the side, his fingers finally touching me, teasing me for a second, before I feel his blunt, hard cock at my entrance. My breath catches as he pushes inside of me in one long, hard thrust.
I scream into his mouth, the pain worse than I was expecting, as his cock fills my virgin pussy. He freezes, his hips touching mine, his lips pulling away, his eyes wide. “You’re a virgin,” he shouts into my face.
“Not anymore,” I say, wincing as his hips thrust forward.
“You didn’t think it might be a good fucking idea to mention that before I got my cock out?”
“I wasn’t exactly thinking about having a conversation,” I snap back at him, his tone infuriating me.
I cry out as he pulls out and thrusts back into me again. “That’s the kind of thing you tell someone before you get fucking naked.”
I wince, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts again slow and deep. “I didn’t get me naked; you did, and I’m not even actually naked.”
His jaw tenses and he slams into me hard, not caring or not noticing my wince as his dick grinds against my sensitive flesh. “Arlo, I’m a virgin,” he says, his hips hitting mine.
His dick pulls almost all the way out of my punished pussy before he slams back into me. “Arlo, you need to be gentle,” he grunts.
Thrust after punishing thrust, he fucks me angrily, forcefully. “You don’t just stay quiet, little ghost,” he snarls, his fingers reaching between us as he continues to plow into me. “You warn the guy, so he can be careful,” he says between thrusts.
“Now you’re going to come on my dick and you’re going to scream my fucking name for making me feel like a fucking asshole,” he orders, as his knowing fingers find my clit, rubbing, pinching, and rolling the sensitive ball of nerves as he fucks me like he hates me.
My sex is raw and painfully stretched, but I can still feel the intensity building inside of me as he rides me, while his fingers force my orgasm higher and higher until I’m clinging to his back, my body meeting his, thrust for thrust.
The world goes black as my orgasm reaches its peak, painful and wonderful and more intense than anything else I’ve ever experienced. My body goes lax, but I hold onto Arlo as he slams into me three more times, hissing my name as he tenses above me. “Fuck,” he whispers, his head falling to my neck as he slowly rolls his hips finally settling to a stop.
Ten
Arlo
My jaw is clenched and tight with anger. She never said a fucking thing. She’s a fucking virgin and she was grinding on my dick like it was her favorite toy and she never uttered a fucking word about the fact that she’d never had sex, that she’d never had a dick inside her before.
I’m the biggest fucking asshole in the world. I just took her virginity by pulling her panties to the side and slamming right in. I didn’t even make her come first.
She’s not even naked. Yep, I’m an asshole. Anyone else would have stopped, they would have been gentle and apologetic, but not me. I went and fucked her harder because I was so angry that I felt like a bastard, and she clawed and pulled at me, holding me close, not pushing me away, then she came like a fucking goddess screaming my name.
Tallulah fucking Archibald is destroying me. I’m mean to her one moment, sweet the next. I’m blackmailing her and then desperate to protect her. I’m hate fucking her virgin pussy and now I want to apologize, get down on my knees and beg her to forgive me.
I am all kinds of fucked up and it’s only been since I realized she existed.
My dick’s still inside her as I roll to my knees, lifting her off me while still holding her against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her as I lift her off the bed, kick off the sweats I didn’t even bother to fully take off and walk us into my bathroom.
Her eyes are hooded and confused as I gently lower her to her feet.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her lips as I kiss her gently, the way I should have kissed her earlier.
She kisses me back tentatively, like she doesn’t know what to do or say, but when I pull away her body sways toward me. Pushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from where it was piled on top of her head behind her ear, I press a soft kiss against her neck. “I’m sorry.”
Carefully, I run my hands over her ribs, prying her sports bra up and over her head as she lifts her arms into the air. I kiss each nipple in turn. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her stomach, then peel her cum soaked, bloody panties down her legs, waiting as she steps out of them. I rest my forehead against her stomach, pressing a kiss to the top of her sex, my eyes falling to the skin between her legs tinged pink with blood.
Exhaling against her stomach, her hand cautiously lands on my head, her fingers stroking my hair. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask quietly.
“I didn’t even think about it,” her words fall away and silence hangs between us. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it fucking matters,” I roar and she finches. Inhaling sharply, I reach forward and rub my thumb over her nipple, watching as it pebbles at my touch.
“You don’t fuck a virgin the way I just fucked you,” I growl, letting my hand fall away from her nipple and down to her stomach. Drawing a path down her body, I run my fingers through the folds of her sex and she instinctively parts her legs to give me better access.
“How did you fuck me then?” she asks, her voice raspy, as she watches my fingers.
“I fucked you like I owned you,” I rasp, rising to my feet then finally sliding one finger inside of her, hearing her sharp inhale of breath as I tease her abused sex.
As I carefully, much more carefully than I’ve touched her so far, fuck her pussy with my finger, she spreads her legs, wincing a little. Pulling my finger out of her, I yank her toward me and kiss her again, unable to stop myself even though I should.
“You should have told me,” I say against her lips, then turn away and start the shower. Steam begins to fill the room as I lift her off the floor, urging her legs to go around my waist. She complies, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around me like we’ve done this a thousand times before and I didn’t just steal her virginity with no care at all.
Walking us under the hot water, I hold her tight as the water washes away the sweat and shame from my body.
“You need to put me down so I can get the blood off,” she whispers.
“No,” I rasp, my eyes closed, my head resting on her shoulder.
“Arlo.”
“No,” I bite out, a little of the anger that still consumes me slipping into my tone.
Loosening her hold on my neck, she stretches her arms until she’s almost leaning back, forcing me to look at her. “I’m fine. I had to lose my virginity some time, it’s not a big deal,” she says nonchalantly.
Dropping her to the shower floor, I take a step back and glare at her. “I hurt you.”
“A little, but it was always going to hurt. It makes no difference if you caused the pain or someone else did.”
Unbidden jealousy rages through me at the thought of another guy’s cock being inside her and I growl, prowling forward and wrenching her body into mine with a hand around her back to hold her in place. “Shut up, Tally.”
A hint of a smile curves at the corners of her lips, but she nods.
Reaching for the shower gel, I squirt some into my hands and then start to wash her. She squeaks in surprise when my hands glide over her skin, starting at her arms, moving upwards and over the collarbone, circling over her breasts, pausing for a minute to tease her nipples before I move down her ribs to her stomach, then between her legs.
I spend too long washing her thighs, pu
ssy, and ass, working my fingers all over her as I clean her arousal, blood, and my cum from her skin. She watches me silently, eyes hooded as I get more shower gel and run my hands up and down her legs, turning her to wash her back and neck. I wash and condition her hair, then I move her forward and lift her arms, so her palms are flat against the tile.
She turns her head to look at me, her eyes unsure as I press lightly on her back, urging her to bend forward. It doesn’t pass me by that I’m putting her into the position I fantasied about earlier, but as much as I want to get my dick back into her hot, tight cunt I’m not that much of an asshole.
Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, I kiss a path down her spine, pausing when my lips hit the crack of her ass and I stroke a single finger down and over her tight asshole, smiling when her entire body tenses beneath my touch.
“Don’t worry, little ghost. I’m only taking one virgin hole tonight,” I murmur against her smooth ass cheek, my finger dipping lower to tease at her sex. Sliding my hands back onto her ass cheeks, I palm her, spreading her wide before dipping my face down and running my tongue along her entrance.
She squeaks out in surprise, then immediately wiggles her hips, pushing her pussy closer to my face. I chuckle and then start to eat her sweet cunt, licking and sucking as she writhes, gasping and whimpering. Releasing one cheek, I slide my hand around her thigh, finding her clit and starting to work it in slow, rhythmic circles.
Her breathing gets louder and her hips move from side to side as I tease her. “Arlo, God,” she gasps, her voice a little hoarse.
I double my efforts, fucking her with my tongue as I rub her clit until she’s writhing, her hips jerking and circling. Her knees buckle and she cries out a raspy garbled scream, coming around my tongue, shudders wracking through her until she finally stills, her head falling down, her wet hair hanging over her face.
Slowly standing, I run my hand over her hip, loving the small moan she makes. “You alive?” I ask quietly.
“Not sure,” she says, her voice rough as she slowly straightens.
Reaching for the shower gel with one hand, I quickly wash myself, then grab my shampoo, roughly lathering my hair before letting the water wash the suds away. She doesn’t move as I get clean, one hand touching her the entire time, like she might run away if I don’t have my hands on her.
My dick is rock-hard again, but I ignore it, turning her once all the suds are gone and planting a kiss on her silent mouth. “You ever gonna speak again?”
She nods, not speaking, and I laugh, pushing her wet hair out of her face.
“Come on, little ghost, I’ll get you some aspirin.”
“Why?” she says, her voice quiet and relaxed.
“Because I took your virginity and fucked you hard until you came. You’re gonna be sore,” I say against her lips, taking her hand and leading her from the shower and wrapping her in a towel.
Her arms lift to take hold of the towel, but I gently push them down, needing to do this, to look after her for a moment before we leave this room.
Carefully, I dry her skin, then use the towel to squeeze the water from the bottom of her hair. Once I’m done, I quickly dry myself, then stand there, naked, staring at her as she clutches the towel to her, like she’s suddenly realized that we had sex and she doesn’t know what to do now.
“Come on, little ghost,” I say, turning the shower off and leading her back into my room. Pulling her closer to the bed, I still when I spot the dark blood stain on the sheets. What the fuck do you do in this situation? It would be fucked up to call the housekeeper to have her change the virgin blood-stained sheets while we stand and wait right? “Let’s sleep in your room,” I suggest.
“Together?” She asks.
Slowly, I turn and look at her. “You don’t want to sleep together?”
“Err, I don’t know. It’s a little weird though, right?”
“My dick was in you, Tallulah. My mouth was on your cunt. No, I don’t think us sleeping together in the same bed is fucking weird,” I hiss, taking her hand and unceremoniously dragging her from my room and across the hallway into her room. Slamming the door behind her, I rip the towel from her body and throw it toward the corner, then I point to the bed, my jaw tight. “Get in.”
“Arlo.”
“Get in the fucking bed, Tally.”
“No,” she snaps, her hands landing on her hip, her pose indignant despite the fact that she’s completely naked. Rather than looking intimidating she just looks fucking sinful.
“Tally, you’re really trying my fucking patience. I’m trying hard not to be a total dick to you, but for some reason you’re deliberately making that difficult, so please just get into bed so we can go to sleep and I can maybe stop feeling like the fucking devil,” I cry.
Her expression softens a little and I relax, moving forward a step, but instead of climbing into the bed she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “You’re over thinking this, Arlo. It’s just a little sex; we don’t need to make this more than it is.”
I act before I think, picking her up and throwing her down on the bed. Ignoring her startled shriek, I climb in after her, clamp an arm around her waist and pull her back into my front, holding her tightly and ignoring her protests. “Just stop,” I say through gritted teeth, reaching for the comforter and pulling it over us.
“This is ridiculous,” she cries.
“Tally, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t shut up and go to sleep, I’m gonna fuck you again. I don’t know if you’re trying to be cute or if you really are just oblivious, but my dick is rock-hard and ready for round two. He doesn’t care that I’ve already been too rough with you, and if you say another word I’m gonna roll you onto your stomach, pull your ass into the air and I’m gonna let my cock take the driving seat and pound you into the bed. So just stop spouting fucked up assumptions about what this is between us and go to fucking sleep.”
When she stays quiet, I let out a ragged breath and try to relax, but there’s so much blood pumping to my dick I swear I actually feel light-headed even though I’m lying down. She’s still, her muscles tense and I know I shouldn’t have shouted at her, but really, what the hell did she think I was going to do when she basically told me this is just a hook-up?
This is not a fucking hook-up.
Eleven
Tallulah
Exhaling a shuddering sigh, I let my body relax into the bed. Arlo’s arm is still holding me tight around my waist, and I can feel his dick pressing against my back. He seems pretty adamant about us sleeping together, so unless I want to create a huge drama right now, I think we’re sharing a bed tonight.
As if he was waiting for me to settle, I feel his hold on me soften and his breathing slow. With my eyes open, I stare into the dark room, just making out the shapes of the furniture. My case and everything I brought with me has all been carefully unpacked and hung in the closet or folded into the dresser. The idea that I’m staying here is still strange to me, but nowhere near as strange as the fact that I’m naked in bed with the guy who blackmailed me to pretend to be his fiancée.
This would be so much easier if I hadn’t been a virgin. Now I’m pretty sure he’s feeling guilty about stealing my virginity as well as all his lies resulting in me ending up with two black eyes. But I don’t want his guilt or his pity. When he kissed me earlier—the kiss that started all of this—I didn’t feel any guilt on his lips. All I felt was desire, want, and need.
The pretense we’ve orchestrated all day tumbled over into the night and things went too far. We had sex. I hadn’t intended for it to happen, but I’m not sorry that it did. I don’t believe that you have to be in love or save yourself for marriage. Sex is simple. I wanted him and he wanted me; my hymen is hardly a defining factor, or at least not to me anyway.
Wiggling my hips to try to dislodge his arm, I feel his dick poke into my back. He’s still hard and even though my sex feels like it’s burning, the fact that he’s still aroused makes my heart beat a lit
tle faster.
He threatened to fuck me again, and I feel my body heat as I think about his gravelly, barely restrained tone. I shouldn’t like it when he snarls and behaves like an asshole, but there’s something about the way I feel when he’s growly and stern that appeals to my baser urges.
I don’t actually want to have sex with him again tonight, but that doesn’t stop me from wiggling my butt against him.
Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m flat on my back with him between my legs, his cock prodding at my sore entrance. “Do you want my cock again, little ghost?” he rasps against my ear.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Then stop being a fucking tease and go to sleep,” he hisses, climbing off me and rolling me to my side, holding me to him again.
I wake up sprawled across his chest, my legs tangled with his as he holds me to him; like even in his sleep he was trying to stop me from getting away. A knock at my bedroom door has me untangling myself and fending off his hands as he reaches for me. Grabbing my robe from where it’s hanging on the back of the closet door, I open the door a little ways and find Susan stood on the other side.
“Good morning, Miss Tallulah. Cathy is here,” she says politely.
“Thank you. Could you let her know I’m just about to take a shower, but I’ll be ready for her in fifteen minutes,” I say, my voice full of sleep.
“Of course. Would you like some breakfast bringing up?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
“Is there anything in particular you would like? I’ve made blueberry and cream cheese crepes for Mr. Lexington and his guests, but I can make you whatever you would prefer.”
“Crepes would be lovely. Could I have some coffee as well, please?”
“I’ll bring it right up,” she says with a nod, before turning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway.
