I shift slightly and don’t feel any pain. “Please… do something.” I look up at him. “Move. Anything.”
Callum pulls out and slowly enters me again in a long, deliberate thrust. He repeats it a few more times, and I keen at the sensations ramping up my body. It’s as if the sound of my desire and need set him off. He starts moving harder and faster. Another orgasm hits, and I scream his name.
“Callum.”
He pulls out and flips me over. He lifts my hips, then drives back into my body, grabbing my hair as he starts moving again. The room is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping against one another, the bed squeaking beneath us, and our moans and gasps of desire. He tugs my head back as he hits a new spot inside me. My vision blurs and my body tightens up. My orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out longer and louder than before. He doesn’t stop moving. My cries of pleasure just amplify his thrusts.
“Need you deeper,” he groans.
He pulls out and rolls me to my back. He lifts my legs up and bends them to my chest, splitting me in half, before thrusting back in. He penetrates me so deeply it brings tears to my eyes. He pauses just long enough for me to catch my breath before he starts moving again.
With each thrust, he grinds down, stimulating my clit. I lean up and our lips lock together, his tongue mimicking his movements below. It’s almost too much. He pushes in so deep that I feel a slight pinch of pain as another orgasm overtakes me. My voice cracks as I scream. Callum groans, then releases my legs but keeps himself buried deep inside me. He’s draped over my body, caging me into the mattress.
Callum drops his forehead to mine as he catches his breath. My hands trace his back, feeling the scars along his muscles that are still trembling from his exertion.
“You should have told me, Andi,” he finally says.
“I’m sorry.”
“I should have been able to make a choice. Instead, you took that away from me, and your first time was rushed, not something memorable.” His voice is strained.
I hold back the tears, knowing he’s right.
“I—” I don’t know what to say, so I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” I tell him, and he pulls away.
He stands up, and I feel a wall erecting between us. He walks from the room without a word. It’s all over with now. I messed up, and I don’t want to face the fallout.
I roll from the bed, feeling his cum oozing from my body. I’m so stupid. I didn’t even tell him to wear a condom. Ugh. I glance around the room and spot my jeans. I hear him in the bathroom and rush to get ready. I slip on my Wranglers and grab my boots. I won’t get my bustier on in time, so I reach for his T-shirt. Pressing it to my face, I take a big whiff. His scent clings to the fabric, clings to me. I slip it on and grab my purse.
As I move through the room, I pass the partially open bathroom door.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” Callum says, and the pain in my chest is so intense I cover my mouth to keep from crying out.
I quietly exit the room and step into the hallway. At the end, a door leads outside. The other way would take me through the bar and party room, still filled with laughter and people talking. I don’t want to be seen, so I head for the exit. The walk of shame isn’t in me, and I feel like crying. Before I open the door, I pull up my car service app and request the closest ride. My truck is still parked in front of the Roadhouse.
The cool March air hits my face as I step outside, and I shiver. Walking through the darkness, I spot a house off to the side, away from the clubhouse. I move to the front of the building to wait for my ride. When I reach it, I see my Uber pull up and double-check the image on my phone before heading to the car.
“For Andrea?” I ask the driver before getting in.
“Yep. Going to campus?”
“Yes.” I climb into the back seat.
I have a noon class I can’t miss. It’s going to be hell to forget that my first sexual experience was not only amazing but also painful, not because I was a virgin, but because he regretted it as soon as he was done with me.
CHAPTER 2
COWBOY
The bathroom lightilluminates the pink tinge on my cock from her innocence. I want to thump my chest in victory. I’m going to be her first and her last. I wipe the blood off and throw the tissue away before starting the shower. Looking in the mirror, I notice her nail marks on my sides and twist to find them on my back too. Fucking perfect. My little nymph marked me just like I did her. I bet she doesn’t realize that while I sniffed her neck and memorized the smell of her, I gave her a hickey.
When we got to my room, I planned to sit down and talk to her. To get to know her before ravaging her. But I couldn’t stop myself.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” I shake my head as I stare in the mirror.
Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. I glance over my shoulder but see nothing. The bathroom is starting to fill with steam. It’s time to tell my little nymph what her new life is going to be like. She allowed me into that sweet cunt, and I’m going to take over her life. I need to show her she’s more important to me than just sex.
Stepping out of the small bathroom, I turn to the bedroom and see the empty bed. My head whips around. The room is toosmall for her to hide, but I don’t see her anywhere. That’s when I notice her clothes are gone. Nothing of her remains except her shredded thong under the edge of my bed.
