“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.”
He positioned himself between my legs, kissing my jaw and my chest. I held my breath when I felt the tip at my entrance. I knew it would hurt, and he was so big that it would probably hurt even if I weren’t a virgin.
“Try to relax,” he said, pushing inside. He shut his eyes and stopped. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What?” I searched his face. He looked like he was in agony.
His eyes flew open. “I should probably tell you this before I’m completely inside you.”
“What?” My heart stopped thinking of what the hell it could be.
“I’ve never fucked a virgin.”
“Never?” I felt my brows pull. Could that even be possible? How? He’d been a virgin once.
“You’re my first.” His lips twitched a little as he rocked his hips slowly against me. “And fuck. I don’t know if I can go slow.”
“Then go fast.”
“I’ll hurt you if I go fast. Just give me a minute.” He breathed out and pushed inside a little more.
A jolt of pain shot through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as if that would lessen it. He spread my legs wider, pushing deeper, deeper. Tears sprung from my eyes as I bit my lip to keep myself from making a sound. He seemed to sense this and reached for a t-shirt I had draped over a pillow. He wound it and put it in my mouth, smiling at whatever I looked like. He thrust in a little deeper and caged me as he lowered himself.
“Scream for me,” he growled in my ear as he pulled out and thrust in one go. I screamed. He hissed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He kept thrusting slowly in and out, and I could tell he was holding himself back. The way his muscles roped and his face pinched, I knew this wasn’t how he normally fucked. If my tears were any indication, I didn’t think I could handle him going faster. He brought his hand between us and began rubbing my clit as he moved.
Pleasure replaced the pain, and he moved faster, going deeper each time. I moaned loudly around the shirt in my mouth and whimpered at the loss of him when he pulled out again. He kept his eyes on me as if trying to memorize what brought me pleasure and pain. He thrust hard, all the way in, knocking the wind out of me with the force, and started to fuck me. My body bowed off the bed as I screamed against the t-shirt.
“More?” he asked, slowing down and pulling out again. Eyes wide, I nodded frantically. His mouth tugged. He thrust in all the way again, I clenched around him, and this time, he was the one who shut his eyes and groaned. “God damn it, Lenora. I want to draw this out for you, but you’re too fucking tight. Fuck.” He groaned as he thrust into me again. I wrapped my legs around his hips, telling him I wanted more. He let out a forced laugh, his blue eyes clouding as his hand found my clit again. I gasped.
“You feel like fucking magic.” He pinched my clit and swiveled his hips, giving me that devious smile again as if he knew what it would do to me. Limb by limb, my entire body tightened. He leaned down as he swiveled his hip again.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled into my ear, and I lost it.
My body spasmed out of control. He hissed and muttered things I couldn’t make out as he pumped into me a few more times. I felt his seed fill the condom inside me, but little white dots clouded my vision as the aftershocks of my orgasm rolled on. He set his forehead against mine and took a harsh breath, then another.
“Jesus Christ, Nora,” he breathed.
Somehow, I smiled at him and said, “You’ve never called me Nora.”
Then my eyes shut, and I fell asleep.
14
ROCCO
Brunch was justan excuse for people to day drink without being judged. I hated it. The food situation was fucking stupid. It was Rosie’s birthday, though, and she loved brunch, so here we were, sitting in a little Brooklyn restaurant that was hipster central, eating fucking waffles with a side of french fries. The birthday girl smiled wide as she set a mimosa in front of me. She was already drunk. I took it only because I loved her and pretended to drink even though I hated pulp.
“I’m going to get us some real drinks,” Dominic said, slapping his napkin on the table. “The acidity is killing me.”
Thank fuck.
I looked up and caught Lenora’s eyes for the first time today. She blushed and looked away. I brought the stupid mimosa to my lips to hide my smile. I’d returned to my room as soon as she fell asleep last night, and after tossing and turning for an hour, I went right back to eat her pussy one last time. I wasn’t sure any amount of food or drinks would ever rid me of her taste. No amount of pussy would rid me of the memory of it. Any of it. I was a bastard for taking her virginity. Even as a virgin, I’d had no interest in fucking one. Lenora was different, though. She was in an abnormal situation, being married off to some stranger. I didn’t blame her for wanting to give this piece of herself to someone of her choice. It just happened to be me. It was practically a favor. I kept telling myself that this morning when I woke up with my cock hard, ready to walk over there and fuck her again. It was a one-off. Or three-off, if you counted me eating her pussy and fingering her that second time as a different occasion. I heard my friends talking around the table, but I was replaying the night, the sounds she made and the conversation we’d had afterward.
“How are you so. . .unaffected by all this?” she’d asked.
“What do you mean?” I stilled at her words. Was this the part where she asked me for more, and I told her that more would never happen?
