She shrugs. “Maybe. He’s pretty well known.”
“Who is he?” I put great effort into keeping my voice low and steady, my nerves dancing like pop rocks under my skin.
“Peter Michaels.”
Pushing a hand through my hair, I sigh. “Never heard of him.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way her shoulders drop, as if she’s been relieved of a weight. “Really? That’s kind of… surprising.”
My fingers rub at my jawline. “Is it? I’m sorry I’m not as versed as I should be then.”
Her grin grows, her upper body leaning toward me. “I like that you don’t know. I was so worried about telling you, to be honest. I didn’t want your opinion of me to change.”
I snap forward, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her the rest of the way into me. She whooshes out a breath as her body lands on mine, her ample breasts pressing deliciously into my chest. “Darling, no one on this earth could change my opinion of you. I’m afraid it’s already set in stone.”
She lifts her head, her lips centimeters from mine. “What is it then?”
“My opinion?” My mouth dips down to skim across her neck, my hand reaching behind her head to tangle in the strands of her silky hair. “I can show you if you’d like.”
Her breathing stutters as I tighten my grip and tug, the expanse of her neck elongating. I press kisses up the column of her throat, making my way back to her lips. The taste of her invades my senses, need spiraling through my center and heating my blood.
She moans, her hips pressing against my shaft through the thin material of my pants, creating a friction that has pinpricks of pleasure skittering up my spine. I release her mouth and lay back, allowing her to start up a rhythm. She’s teasing me. Torturing me, but god does she look a vision. Her blue dress is bunched at her hips, lips rosy red to match her cheeks, and eyes half lidded as they look down on me.
My fingers release the strands of her hair, my arm wrapping around her as I sit up, our bodies suddenly flush against each other.
Our noses brush as I thrust into her panty-covered center. I suck in her breath and take it as my own, pressing my lips to hers. She moans, her arms curling around my neck, a sharp sting radiating through my mouth as the taste of copper floods my taste buds. I jerk back, my thumb brushing across my bottom lip, coming away with red. She bit me.
Normally, the sight of my own blood makes me retch, but for some reason, arousal floods my system. My arm tightens around her waist as I slide forward, my lips molding to hers, the taste of my blood mixing with her saliva. She sucks on my tongue as if she wants to swallow me whole, and I groan, pushing her down on the couch, my hips settling between her thighs.
I break away from her lips, moving my mouth to her ear. My palm wraps around her throat and squeezes. “Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, hips pressing up to meet mine. My fingers drift from her neck, down her torso to meet her core, my hand wrapping around the center of her cotton panties and pulling until they snap off her frame. Her inhale is audible, and it makes my cock throb, desperate to feel her from the inside.
Tossing the torn fabric behind me, I push her thighs apart, my nose running up her glistening slit. A groan rumbles in my throat. She smells delectable. Like musk, and woman, and everything pure, as if her pheromones were bred just for me. My mouth waters with the need to taste her while she comes apart underneath me.
I move toward her opening, lapping at the wetness that’s seeping from her center, coating my tongue with her taste.
She giggles, her fingers wrapping around the strands of my hair. “That tickles, James.”
I grin against her, my arm pressing down across her stomach firmly. “Stop moving, pet.”
My fingers slip into her at the same time I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, feeling it pulse on my tongue. Her body jerks under my arm, and I pin her down tighter, my hips pressing into the couch cushion to relieve the ache throbbing in my cock.
She’s tight, and precum leaks from my tip as I imagine how it will feel when her walls are hugging the thickness of my shaft instead of sucking on my fingers. I have a sneaking suspicion she’s a virgin, and the thought of being the first man to have her—the one who will ruin her for all others—makes me ravenous to destroy her body, mind, and soul.
I continue to pump my digits, wetness coating my hand from her dripping pussy. My arm lifts from her torso, moving up until it wraps around her neck, my fingers tapping against the pulse of her heart.
Releasing her clit from my mouth, I look up, noting her flushed cheeks and the way her breasts heave underneath the beautiful blue of her dress. “Take a deep breath for me, pet, and don’t let it out until you see stars.”
She does—immediately—her throat tightening as she inhales and holds. My hand wraps around the sides of her neck, and I dive back into her pussy, slowly increasing the pressure around her windpipe at the same rate of my suction on her clit.
Her hands grapple in my hair, thighs trembling as they close around my head. My fingers curl inside of her, rubbing the spongy spot of her inner walls, my gaze locks on her from my place between her legs. Her eyes are rolling in the back of her head, her lips parted as I ensure she can’t take in air even if she wished.
My cock throbs as I think of her lips turning blue, her body on the verge of giving in; of giving up, right before I allow her to come, letting the sweet air expand in her lungs and bring her back to life.
Her back bows off the couch as she explodes, her fingers nearly ripping my hair from the root, the sting of pain making my balls tighten and heat coil at the base of my spine.
I release her throat, reveling in her deep gasps of air, and continue to lap at her while she soars from the high.
Finally, I release her clit, my fingers making an audible noise as they withdraw from her sopping cunt. My gaze locks on hers as my tongue swipes across my lips, cleaning her taste from my mouth.
My chest pulls, insides reeling as I stare down at her, realizing that I’ve never held such beauty in my hands.
And in this moment, I’m not sure how I’ll let her go.
21
Wendy
No one has ever done that to me before, and as my body floats back down to earth, the aftershocks of my orgasm give way to a tightening in my muscles—a need to please him back. To give him what he’s just given me.
I’ve never felt so wanted. So sexual. So… free.
And, sure, we haven’t talked yet, haven’t had the meaningful conversations I’ve always imagined I’d have with the person who I give my firsts, but for some reason this feels like enough. Like he already knows me without needing to speak. It’s possible I’m making a mistake, maybe I’ll wake up in the morning and regret my choice, but right now, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
I just want, for one second, to be able to let go.
If I’m honest with myself, in the deepest parts of my mind, and the darkest chambers of my heart, there’re pieces of me hoping that maybe once my virginity is gone, the coat of innocence I can’t seem to shed will disappear too.
It’s exhausting having everyone treat you as though you’re something fragile. Breakable. Less than.