by Coco Miller
I hum in appreciation and bring my fingers under the cheap material falling down her arm. A woman of her stature should never be in something so heinous. I bring the strap of her arm, watching it critically, only to watch it fall again. The most attractive woman, giving an expensive room an idyllic presence.
“Something about a strap falling down your shoulder, Ella. It’s simple, a mishap in what you’re wearing, but sexy. So sexy, I could watch it fall over and over again, and every time my dick would get harder by looking at the bare skin of your shoulder.”
I brush my finger along her collarbone and Ella trembles beneath me.
“Rowan,” she whispers and I close my eyes when my name falls off her lips as a prayer. “I’m scared of this between us. It’s—”
I place my finger on her lips, silencing her from ruining the moment. “It’s perfect. It’s how it should be, love,” I say. “Just kiss me, Ella.” I lean forward and slowly take my hand off her swollen lips. “Kiss me.”
She throws her arms around my neck and slams her lips against mine. It’s frantic, needy, desperate. I grab the fake lace of her lingerie and rip that from her body too and then look down, needing to finally see what is mine. I groan when her perfect round tits are on display. Her nipples are like delicious morsels that I want to take into my mouth and adore.
So I do just that, bending her head back and running my hand down the smooth column at the same time, peppering kisses over her skin. I cup her mounds, kneading the soft flesh in my palm. I kiss one and then the other, swirling my tongue around her hardened bead and suck it into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I growl, trying to get as much of her tit into my mouth as possible.
Unable to wait any longer, I throw her over my shoulder and stride into the master bedroom. The comforter is a pale blue and the curtains are white, parted, allowing the sun to shine in. Outside on the balcony, there’s a jacuzzi, something I plan on taking advantage of with her in my arms over a glass of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries.
Her breasts bounce when I throw her onto the bed and her eyes widen when I start unbuttoning my shirt, showing more and more skin. She licks her lips and her hands disappear between her legs, rubbing her clit as she watches me undress. I love that I seem to turn her on as much as she does for me.
I toss the shirt on the floor and unsnap the button of my jeans. The zipper slides down next, and the hard outline of my dick against my thigh is noticeable and feels suffocated by the tight material.
“Wait,” she says.
I’m about to tug off my pants, dive between her legs and feast. My control is holding onto one single solitary thread, shredding every second I do not get to be inside her. I stroke my cock through my pants and a bead of pre-come drips from the slit, wetting the crotch of my jeans.
“I’m a virgin.”
She’s untouched?
Fuck me.
If crazed want is what I felt before, then manic lust is what is overcoming me now.
Chapter Eight
Ella
I shouldn’t have blurted it out like that, but I didn’t know another way to tell him. People would be surprised if they knew so I haven’t told anyone before. A stripper being a virgin? But I am who I am and I make no apologies. He needs to know. He will be the first.
He’s silent.
Eerily.
His eyes shut and his shoulders rise and fall. Those strong, broad shoulders. I’ve never seen a man with such power under his skin. His chest is adorned with dark hair over his pale skin and defined pecs. His abdomen is lean and cut, but not too much so where it’s all I see, but enough for me to appreciate the beauty of his body. He has carved hips made out of stone. The V disappears down his pants, which are now parted, showing the trimmed reddish-brown hair.
I swallow.
I see what’s in store for me. I may not have had a dick inside of me but I’ve seen plenty of them. The hard outline of his cock is right there and he’s big. He just has to tug off his pants to let it show, but he is just standing there with his eyes closed.
I have no idea what he’s thinking.
“Rowan?” I ask with a bit of hesitation. I feel the urge to cover myself, suddenly self−conscious. Maybe I shouldn’t have said a thing.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
My eyes burn with the dooming presence of tears and I start to roll away when his hand grabs my ankle.
He yanks me toward the edge of the bed and takes my face in his hands. “Where did you come from?”
His eyes dart around my face like I’m this unbelievable treasure.
“I’m going to be your first,” he whispers, running his nose down my cheek and then places a soft kiss on my neck. “I’m going to be your last. I’m going to be your fucking everything.”
His mouth takes mine is a soul-stealing kiss and my nerves come alive, feeling every brush of his fingers against my chest and every firm glide of his lips owning mine.
I know it’s crazy but I want to be his everything too.
He pushes his hands against my shoulders and crawls over me, his heat melting into mine. I run my hands down his chest, marveling how lean and firm his body is. One of his hands leaves my face and dips into my panties, tugging on the landstrip of curls between my legs.
“I love that,” he says between kisses. “All woman.”
He sits up and I inch my way up the bed, watching every contour of his muscles move while he takes his pants off.
His dick bobs free and a sliver of fear makes itself known. He is big. Really big. The tip is angry and red and there is a large vein protruding to the base, filling the monster up with blood.
That’s not going to fit.
This isn’t going to work.
How do women do this shit and actually enjoy it?
“It’s going to fit, love. You don’t worry about that.” His hands rub up my calves, thighs, and then he tugs my panties off until they are on the floor. I’m naked.
Bared to him.
His fingers slide through my sheath and the muscles in my thighs tremble when his finger slides over my clit.
“Oh, god!” I shout, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment from how loud I’m being.
“Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to hear how good I make you feel. You sound beautiful,” he says, inserting one finger inside my virgin hole. “Fuck, so tight. I can’t wait to feel ye around my cock.”
The more he talks, the thicker his accent gets, and the hotter I become.
I fist the sheets, arching my back and hissing when he hits the barrier that separates us.
“That’s going to be mine.” His green eyes swirl with fire. He inserts another finger, and another, until I’m full and about to burst.
Every part of me yearns for him. There’s an ache deep inside me that I know he can fix. His hair falls in his face and this is the first time I’ve seen him imperfect, without his hair parted to the side and his expressions controlled. He looks like a man who is about to snap. His biceps bulge with every push and pull of his arm as he saws his fingers in and out of me.
“Rowan?”
“Aye, love?” he asks, never taking his eyes off my spread legs.
“I want you.”
He takes his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, moaning as he tastes me.
“So sweet. I want to spend hours devouring your pretty pussy, but that will have to wait until another time. I want you too badly right now.”
He strokes his dick and then gets more of my juices from my sheath and coats his dick, making it shine from the desire he makes me feel.
This is it.
Everything is about to change.
And suddenly I’m not scared.
“Maybe a little taste,” he says, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder. He leaves open mouth kisses down my leg, bending it back until my limb in hear my head and his eyebrows raise to his hairline.
“I’m a dancer. I’m flexible.”
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bsp; Entranced, he cups my ankle and runs his palm down my leg until he is cupping my pussy. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy lips with his fingers.
“So damn perfect.”
He blows on my clit, flattens his tongue, and runs it from my bottom, to the top. His eyes close as he suctions his lips to my bundle of nerves and sucks me into his mouth.
“Rowan.”
I tug on my nipples in complete abandon when he inserts his fingers into my channel at the same time he gives me the best pleasure of my life.
He brings my other leg up and pushes it by my ear and then rolls me back until my toes are touching the bed and my ass in the air. He moans into my pussy and the vibrations wrap around my soul and robs my orgasm right from my lower belly. I flood his mouth like a dam breaking and he savors it, drinking it down as if I’m the finest champagne he has ever tasted.
He gives my pussy one, two, three kisses, not wanting to pull away and sits up. When he does, I notice his dick tall and proud, jutting out with a need for the same taste his mouth just received.
“I don’t want to stop. I want more.”
He bends down again and gives my swollen folds a kiss.
I giggle and moan at the same time, loving that he wants more but I’m sensitive. I try and close my legs, but he spreads them apart, lifting a brow at me.
“Don’t even think about hiding from me. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He slaps his dick against my clit and my body jerks forward.
He slaps me again.
And again.
And again with the heavyweight of his girth and the cries spilling my chest can’t be stopped.
I hold my breath when his cock nudges my entrance and when he pushes forward, my body miraculously stretches to accommodate him, but I’m not expecting the pain. My nails dig into his shoulder and when he settles over me, his arms cage in my head and he kisses the tip of my nose.
“Are ye all right, love? Do you need me to stop?”
The words are nothing but broken breaths when he tries to speak. His hair curls in his eyes and suddenly I feel like I know him from somewhere else again.
Maybe a previous life.
“No, never stop. You feel good.” I lock my arms around his neck and exhale. “I’m ready.”
He grabs my chin with his fingers and stares longing into my eyes. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
His promising words seem loaded. I’m not sure if he means he will take care of me in this moment or this moment and beyond.
“I know you will.”
He thrusts forward, mouth falling open when he claims my virginity. I wince, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. He is inside of me, but I’m the one that feels empowered. This man is quaking against me with need, with the struggle of gaining control, and with pure lust.
I do this to him.
And I’m not swinging around a pole to do it.
He pulls out and pushes back in until his sack cradles my ass and I groan from the pleasure I had no idea existed.
“Ella.”
I love how my name sounds coming out of his accented mouth. Like an Irish prayer.
“You feel too good,” he groans. He laces our hands together, gaining speed, moving his strong body against mine.
Our breaths intertwine as we kiss.
He tries to dive deeper, curling his hips harder and burying himself so far inside me I feel him touching my womb. Both of us are crying out in harmony, our bodies drenched in sweat, and he plays my body like an instrument, making it sing his favorite song.
“Raise your hips higher,” he commands.
I follow instruction. Working to match his rhythm.
I grow wetter with each stroke. I am getting the hang of this.
“So big.” I groan in pleasure.
My nails rake down the pale flesh of his chest and red lines appear instantly. I bite my bottom lip into my mouth, loving how easily my marks show up on him.
He grunts, but I see a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re a fast learner, eh?”
I lean forward and suck his earlobe in my mouth. “That’s because you stretch me so good, baby. Your dick is so fat, filling every part of me. I belong to you.”
He bites his bottom lip hard.
“Ah fuck, love. Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep talking like that to me.”
Feeling more confident than I ever have, I move my hands to the firm globes of his ass and squeeze, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
“Give it to me more. Harder. Faster. I’ve waited all my for this. Make me sore.”
He growls, his lips curling savagely as he locks his hands on my shoulders and gives me just what I asked for. The bed bangs against the wall, my body breaks under him as he pulls sounds from me I’ve never made before and my pussy is drenching us.
My thighs.
His thighs.
The bed.
I can’t take my much more.
“Rowan!” I shout his name to the heavens as my body convulses around his shaft, bringing his length deeper inside me. “Oh, god. Oh!”
Another wave hits me and this time my entire being shakes as if the earth is crumbling right under me.
“Fuck, Ella!”
He pounds into me faster, harder, and then plants himself with one hard final thrust, throwing his head back to join the musical notes of the song we just made. His warm seed splashes against my tender walls, warming me from the inside out. He lays kisses all over my face, neck, chest, and breasts until he lays his lips on mine again.
I hardly have the energy to return the kiss.
I’m sated.
My first time was...amazeballs.
He rolls out of bed and I watch his ass shake as he walks into the bathroom. The faucet turns on for a split second and when he comes back out, I notice his dick covered in a pink tinged layer of blood and my cheeks turn hot. He kneels on the bed and cleans between my legs with a warm washcloth, and for some reason that feels much more intimate than the passionate sex we just had.
Rowan tosses the rag somewhere and crawls back into bed, lying flat on his back. He pulls me into his arms and lays my head against his chest.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
I’m not too sure where Rowan and I will go. Our differences are too much to ignore. But I know this...I don’t regret Rowan being my first. If he decides to move on, Rowan will be right about one thing. He will forever be the last man to have my heart.
I’ve done what I shouldn’t do.
I’ve fallen in love with Rowan.
I owe him the truth, but will he still want me when he finds out my secret?
Chapter Nine
Rowan
My cock is raw from how many times Ella and I made love through the night. My balls are turned inside out and my chest looks like a wild cat attacked me. She’s a fierce lover and dammit, I’m addicted to her.
It’s official.
She’s my one.
“Rowan.”
A voice calls out to me in my half−sleep state. I drape my arm around Ella and the sheet falls down my waist.
“Christ, I don’t want to see that.”
My eyes snap open when I hear a deep voice.
No. No. No!
Gerald’s face comes to view. His light blonde hair and blue eyes shine with a bit of mirth and he looks over to my right to see Ella.
“Don’t you dare fucking look at her.”
I cover her up with the blanket and kiss her shoulder before getting out of bed and grabbing my pants from the floor.
“Aw, how sweet.”
“Shut up. What are you doing here?” I hiss and push him out the door, closing it behind me.
“You haven’t been answering your phone, Rowan. I tried to call you and tell you I was in town. We need you back home. Dad is getting worse.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose as I walk into the kitchen and get the coffee pot ready.
“We know he is bad, but that doesn�
��t mean that I need to go anywhere. You are the one that needs to get off your ass and take the crown. It was never my place and you know it.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snarls. That’s when I notice the dark circles under his eyes and his wrinkled clothes.
“Did you just get off the plane?”
“Did I…are you fucking serious? Yes, I just got off the plane. I came here for you. You’ve had your fun. It’s time to get back to England and take on the responsibility as king. You’re family, Rowan.” He grabs the edge of the bar and runs his fingers through his hair. “You know it’s never been about blood with me or Dad or Mom.”
“But you’re the firstborn—”
“I’m not cut out for it, Rowan! Look at me!” He hits his chest and spreads his arms out. “What the hell do I know about it? I’m good at being a Prince. I’m good at being in the background, going to a few dinners and kissing a few babies, but I can’t be in control. I can’t do the day to day stuff. I’ll ruin everything. I ruin everything I touch. Please, Rowan. Come back and at least say goodbye to dad.”
I grab a cup from the cabinet and set it on the counter as the coffee brews. I hang my head defeated.
“Of course I’ll come back but Gerald you’ll regret this. This is everything you’ve been born to do. This is your birthright.”
“Rowan, I’m telling you–” He grabs my shoulders and stares at me with desperation and a wild look that I’ve never seen before. “I can’t do it.”
“How did ye know I was here?”
“Are you kidding? Your credit card history. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. I’ve seen where you’ve been. Strip clubs, mate? Is that where that beauty’s from?”
I hit the mug on the table and it goes flying, smashing against the wall.
“You don’t get to talk about her. You don’t know her.”
My chest heaves and if someone cut me, my blood would drip with rage.
“Calm down, man. She’s just a whore. What’s the big deal? You can get whores in England.”
I stomp up to him and grab his suit, pick him up from his chair and slam his against the wall. I’ve never gotten physical with Gerald, but I won’t let him talk about Ella like that. Ever.
