I wasn’t a virgin. I’d been forced to endure more than a few of my mother’s friends and boyfriends before I took to the streets at sixteen.
He was exactly as I told him, the first man I’d ever willingly considered giving myself to. My heart hammered in my chest. Not over any fear of the act, I was aware it didn’t have to be violent or ugly. As it stood, I’d never had anyone make it feel as nice as he had so far.
I focused on that, my attraction to him, and the sound of his lust-strained voice as he rasped between shoulder and neck kisses, “I swear to fuck, you can be as shy as you want to be about saying it, you better never flash that thing at anybody else like that.”
I clenched my eyes shut when I felt our bodies line up. The pressure built and I tried to stay with him. I wanted it to be him, not the monsters from my past.
It was the thing I hated most about those other encounters, one hideous face became the next.
Anthony slid his fingers over my pussy, flickering his fingertips around until I melted from my stiff position against him and started to squirm. He caught it in a scissor grip between his fingers and thrust so deeply it stole my breath a little.
“But we both know this little gripper right here… It’s mine, isn’t it?” he murmured, his hold on my clit loosening as he began to swirl his fingers around while the other hand took my jaw.
He forced me to look at him and began to slowly work his hips.
“You better say yeah.” His throaty laughter stained his threat, before his eyes tightened and his jaw set, “Fuck, Crystal. Let me in that hot little snapper, baby. Relax.”
I couldn’t stop my nervous laughter. I wasn’t doing anything to purposely prevent him. It was just what my body did from years of abuse, even if it didn’t happen that often anymore, everything in me tensed in anticipation of the worst.
He was doing a lot of strained cursing, but the way those words scraped past gritted teeth made me glow all over again. I didn’t know how to make it stop, but I knew how to clench it.
I latched onto his cock with everything I had and stared into his eyes. His jaw dropped, and the hand at my jaw shot to my throat, snaring me like it was a matter of life or death.
“You can’t do that,” he warned, his tone strained.
I raised my brow in question and slowly rolled my hips. I’d never really explored or teased, but watching his expression and soaking up the way he clutched and handled me was better than being on stage.
The way he moaned my name while I was lost in my own orgasm, burying himself in me and crying out in that desperate, broken way took me to a place I didn’t think I’d ever come down from.
A thousand kisses were sprinkled on my shoulders and back before he locked his arms around me like he suspected I might run if I woke before him.
In truth, I couldn’t have ran if I wanted to. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and I wasn’t sure that had ever happened before.
Chapter Fifteen
Easy
Anthony
I always slept deeper when the room was cold. Hotels and their tendency to have units under the window, near the bed always created that perfect hibernating environment.
I went to sleep completely spent, but it didn’t stop me from startling awake twice to assure she was still there. The third time I opened my eyes, a large span of empty, white sheets stretched between me and the window.
I sucked in a breath and shoved myself into a half-upright position before I noticed her in the chair. Her legs were dangling over one side like she had any height to her at all, but it was the sight of her in my white tee that really put a smile on my face.
“Morning,” I mumbled, before I noticed how stiff and guilty she looked.
I almost expected to see a wallet in her hands, but all she was holding was a cellphone.
I squinted, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and narrowed my gaze on the phone.
“Is that…?”
“Yours.” She enthusiastically nodded, and I swear she sat up a little straighter when she wiggled her nose and smiled back.
My mouth popped open, but surprisingly, I didn’t have the desire to chew her ass. I was remarkably okay with her holding that burner phone. She hadn’t run yet, and I didn’t have a habit of keeping incriminating texts, not that anyone was dumb enough to spell shit out when it came to dirty work or serious club business.
“It was as noisy as those slot machines last night and this morning.”
