“Oh. No.”
He frowned. “Uh, you aren’t a virgin or anything, are you?”
She shook her head. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed. “Virginity is a social construct.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means no, I am not a virgin, in that I have had a penis in my vagina before.”
He contemplated her face, his abs clenching. “Can you say penis and vagina again?”
Her face flushed darker. “We can do it instead of talking about it, you know.”
His smile faded. “Eve. This is...”
“A bad idea, I know. But...” She hesitated. “Have you ever had sex with someone who you don’t see a future with? But someone you mutually respect and desire physically?”
How to explain that described his entire sex life?Several-night stands.He scratched the back of his neck, feeling vaguely jaded. “Yes. Of course.”
“Can’t we do that? I know it’ll be complicated. But, um. I really want to...”
“Yes?”
She looked him dead in his eyes. “I would really like your penis in my vagina multiple times, please.”
The clinical, blunt words should have made him laugh. But instead, his cock grew harder than it had ever been. He fit his fingers under her chin, lifting her mouth to his. “If anyone finds out... things would get complicated,” he said, and the thrill of forbidden desire ran through him. Or maybe that was just desire, because he was so close to her and she was so soft and he could have her.
“I understand. This is for us alone.” Her fingers climbed up his back, and she pressed closer. “Please.”
How could he deny that plea? He lowered his head and captured her lips, kissing her harder than maybe he should, but she responded. Deep, drugging kisses, working his lips and tongue.
He had to stop kissing her when he stood. He tossed his blanket on the couch, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. She sat up and his knees went weak when she started kissing her way down his chest. She was eager instead of experienced, but that didn’t matter when she slipped down to her knees, her nimble fingers edging under the waistband of his underwear.
Her face on level with his crotch was a sight he couldn’t quite handle. “You look good right there,” he said, his tone guttural. He cradled her head and brought her closer to the bulge in his shorts. “Tease me a little with your mouth.”
She pressed her lips over his cloth-covered cock. He couldn’t feel anything but the pressure, but that was enough. He gasped. “Yeah. Press harder. With your teeth. That’s right, baby.”
She drew back and he allowed it, especially since she was working on getting him free from the strangling cotton. When her cool hand grasped his cock he groaned in relief, then shouted in pleasure when her hot mouth slipped over the tip.
Again, eager more than expert, but that was fine. The thought of teaching her made every single spare blood cell redirect to his erection.
He pressed his hand to the back of her head and helped her find a rhythm as gently as possible. He’d never been one to linger on blowjobs—they were fine, but the main act was where his interest usually lay.
Right here, right now, though, he’d be happy if this went on forever. This was erotic on every factor: the tight wet suction, her fingernails pressing into his ass, the visual he had looking down at her small curvy body from his greater height. Her lashes were crescents on her cheekbones, and her cheeks hollowed every time she sucked him. He felt like a god. Especially when he cradled her face and tilted it up. Her eyes were big and wide, an innocence that was belied by the cock driving in and out of her mouth.
Innocence ruined wasn’t his kink, but the excitement in her gaze was. She was enjoying feasting on his body. “You like this? You like me fucking your mouth?”
Her cheeks heated beneath his palms and he went a little deeper, the tip of his cock flirting with her throat. “Tell me. Nod.”
A second, and she gave a single dip of her head. He growled. “Let me see. Touch yourself while I give you a mouthful.”
She whimpered around his cock, the reverberation making him shudder. For a second, he wondered if she would comply or if it would be too much for her.
Silly to wonder. She wasted no time in shoving the blanket aside, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties, depressing the softness of her belly. He gripped her hair tighter and grew more aggressive, especially when he noted her fingers moving faster.
She liked it a little rough. Jesus save them.
He pulled out of her mouth, and her eyes blinked open, dazed and confused, when he hauled her up and pressed his cock against her belly. Her lashes were wet, and he realized it might have been from his roughness. He kissed her eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
