Rory stands, towering over me, his face glistens with my cum, and he makes no move to wipe it off.
I watch him through lust-filled eyes as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abdomen. He has more of a swimmer’s build—lean and toned. My lips part as I admire every inch of his skin.
I find myself disappointed when he doesn’t unbuckle his belt next. Instead, he grabs the bottom of my dress and lifts it up. “This needs to go.”
My dress slides right off, exposing my breasts. I decided to forgo a bra tonight since the dress isn’t suited for one. I didn’t want to have to tug and adjust the fabric all night, so it seemed easier to go without.
He stares at my chest as desire builds in his eyes. My nipples harden under his gaze, and he smirks.
Wanting an even playing field, I nod my head to his pants. “Those need to go too.”
Rory smirks and says, “Whatever you want.” He toes off his shoes and swiftly removes his belt. After he undoes his pants, he pushes them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. His cock springs free, thick and hard.
There’s no way the thing is going to fit inside me. Nope. Not possible.
I contemplate backing out right here, right now. Rory is the kind of man who wouldn’t freak out because I changed my mind. He’d step away and let me get dressed. He’d probably even put me in a cab to make sure I got home.
But I want this.
Rory chuckles at the shock still stuck on my face. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” He encircles his cock with his hand and pumps a few times.
The sight has me curious to know what it feels like to have him inside me. I know it’ll hurt at first, but with him, I know I’ll be okay.
I push myself off the desk, bringing us chest to chest, and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull slightly, and he eagerly complies as his lips meet mine. I taste my arousal on his lips, which gets me worked up all over again. The kiss quickly turns wild as our hands roam each other’s bodies.
Rory grabs my hips and lifts me again. But instead of setting me on his desk, he turns and takes a few steps, pressing my back up against the wall. The cool surface makes me shiver, and I realize he has my naked body pressed up against the glass.
I wrap my legs around his waist, aligning his length with my slit. Just the feeling of his length pushing between my folds is too much.
My head falls back and to the side, and a long moan leaves my mouth. When I open my eyes, I’m looking down at all the unsuspecting people gyrating their bodies to the mixes from the DJ. If the glass were transparent, all someone would need to do is tilt their head up and they’d see every inch of my body. A rush of arousal leaks from my core, slipping down onto the mirror.
Rory observes my reaction and smirks. “Do you like that, Dream Girl? Do you want everyone in the club to see how perfect you are? Do you want them to see how well you’re going to take my cock?”
I whimper louder as the tip of his erection nudges at my entrance.
Rory suddenly goes still. “Shit. Sorry. Let me grab a condom.”
My mouth moves before my mind can think. “No. Don’t.”
Rory eyes me like I’m crazy, and maybe I am. The thought of something between us for our first time—formyfirst time—is upsetting. I don’t like it. Besides, I’m already on birth control.
“Don’t?” He asks with a raise of his brow.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. If you’re clean, then I’m good.”
His eyes go wide. “I’m clean. But…are you sure?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Goddamn,” Rory swears, “You really are my Dream Girl.” He leans back in, kissing me intensely.
His cock pushes at my entrance again, and I force myself to relax. He coats his length in my cum, then eases his way in only an inch.
“You’re so tight,” he curses in my ear, sliding out and leaving the head of his cock inside. With a small push, he gives me a few more inches.
I feel a twinge of pain, signaling that Rory is about to take my virginity. He pauses, like he knows, but I don’t give him a moment to ask any questions.
Using my legs as leverage, I push my hips down and pull him into me at the same time. Rory doesn’t fight me, complying with my direction.
