“Shit,” he curses, giving me a pained look as he pulls away. He sits on the edge of the couch and scrubs his hands down his face. “I can’t,” he says, giving me a look that brokers no argument.
I’m shocked and hurt by the almost cold way he’s looking at me. I quickly stand and start to dress. I’ve got my shirt back over my head, and I’m looking for my panties when Harrison grasps me around the waist and tugs me down into his lap.
“That’s not what I mean. I want you, angel. I want you more than you can ever know.”
“Then why?” I say, realizing that I sound on the verge of tears. I suck in a breath and push back my emotion, shutting it down before it gets out of control. The last thing I want is to be the crying virgin because the hot guy doesn’t want to have the responsibility or whatever of popping her cherry.
Fuck that.
“You deserve better.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You shouldn’t give your virginity to someone you’ve been on two dates with. It should be special or something.”
I laugh. “Or something?”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Look, you just deserve to give it to someone you care about.”
I lick my lips and study his green eyes, noticing the little flecks of gold. “What if I say that I care about you?”
He shakes his head, letting out an exasperated breath. “Angel, that’s not what I mean…”
I lean in and kiss his neck, causing him to groan. His cock still rock-hard against my thigh. “I know what you mean, but sex is just sex… right?”
God, that’s probably the worst lie I’ve ever told myself in my life. I know without a doubt that sex with Harrison will be way more than just that. Giving him my virginity is something that I should be way more cautious of but can’t seem to care about right now.
“Is it?” he asks as if he’s reading my mind.
I don’t want to answer that, so instead, I kiss him. I kiss him like my whole life depends on it. He only hesitates for a minute before he’s kissing me back just as hungry for me as I am him. His fingers stroke down my thigh, then back up again, finding my soaking wet center.
“There are other things we can do…”
“Yes, please,” I moan.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
HARRISON
A virgin.Fuck. I’m a goddamned devil for wanting to fuck that cherry ripe pussy like I own it. I have a feeling that it’s not just Olive who needs to make it special because just the thought of fucking her now has me thinking possessive thoughts of her being mine and only mine.
Forever.
I don’t do forever, I remind myself.
I should let her finish dressing and walk her to the door like a fucking gentleman, but the sexy way she moans ‘yes, please,’ has my mind filled with every dirty possibility. She’s horny for it, and I can’t seem to let my rational side take control.
I move to lay her back on the couch, but she slides off my lap before I do. Her hands run up and down my thighs, then she delicately caresses my cock. I throw my head back and groan. Seeming emboldened by my reaction, Olive grips me more firmly, giving me a rough stroke that has me seeing stars. I think her soft little hand on my cock is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life… that is until her tongue snakes out and licks away the drops of precum that have been leaking in earnest.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. My fingers find her hair, and I lightly scrape my nails over her scalp, encouraging but not controlling.
She lets out a little purr of pleasure at my touch, then grips the base of my cock and starts licking me like a goddamned popsicle. My eyes are riveted on her. She’s tentative at first but quickly grows more confident and takes me into her mouth. I have to fight back my desire to fist her hair and thrust it into her mouth.
Her pussy isn’t the only thing about her that’s a virgin. She’s obviously never given a blowjob either. She makes up for her inexperience with flat-out enthusiasm. She starts pumping her hand up and down my shaft while licking and sucking the head, then she pops off my cock and looks up at me with flushed cheeks and lustful eyes.
“Tell me what you like…”
