“On a scale of one to ten?”
He chuckles as his fingers frame my jaw, tilting my head so I can’t escape his stare. “Have you had sex before?”
“Oh.” My forehead falls onto his. I feel weightless. Completely boneless. “Yes. Once.”
“Once?”
“I lost my virginity in the most clichéd way. At a party, after a few drinks, with a guy I’d been crushing on at school. He never looked at me again, which was fine because the sex was awful.”
“No surprises there, teenage boys know fuck all about pleasing a woman.”
I curl my fingers into his shirt, ghosting my lips across his. “Good thing I have amanright here to show me what I’ve been missing.”
A greedy shadow falls over his features as he slides his hands under my thighs, lifting me with ease. “We’re taking this to bed.”
“But—”
“No buts. You only had sexonce, at least three years ago. And high school kids have no staying power.”
He crosses the hallway, kicks the door open, and gently lays me down on his bed. The scent of his cologne soaked deep into the sheets assaults me from every angle.
His knees dent the mattress as he climbs over me, lips on my neck, hands firm but not forceful on my skin, the carnal fire from two minutes ago gone and replaced with care.
This is not how I imagined sex with Koby. He’s too careful, too slow, too delicate.
“I’m notbreakable.” I shove him off, straddle his legs, and fiddle with his belt.
“Leilani—”
“No.” I smack his chest, then grab the hem of his shirt, tearing it over his head. His tattoos flex with the movement, his chest rising hard against my palms. “You don’t get to be soft with me.” I yank his slacks halfway down his thighs, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. “You want me? Thentakeme.”
“You had sexonce.”He grabs my hips when I grind into him again. “Idon’t want to hurt you.”
I hook my fingers into his waistband, yanking it down enough to free his cock.
My breath fucking stutters. He’s much longer and thicker than those two fingers, and they barely had any room inside me.
I rise onto my knees, lining us up, arousal sticking to the inside of my thighs. “I’ll hurtyouif you go slow.”
I sink in one fluid motion and gasp, struggling to take him.
His head hits the pillow, and his hands grasp my hips. “Fuck, hellcat. A little warning next time, alright?”
“I’ll think about it.”
I roll my hips, savoring the burn of him stretching me. Despite his fingers bruising my flesh to keep me in place, I start moving back and forth. His eyes widen when I brace my hand against his throat.
“Still want to treat me like I’ll break?”
“Not a chance.” He grabs my waist, flips us over and slams into me so hard the headboard rattles against the wall.
“Yes!” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his back, the heels of my feet digging into his ass and urging him deeper, faster.
“Jesus, baby... you’re perfect,” he growls into my neck, his hot breath skittering along my skin, every thrust punishing, deep, and addictive. “You feel—Christ... you’re so tight.”
Every thrust knocks me higher up the bed. I cling to him. Pull him closer, then draw long lines down his back, my moans hitting the walls one by one.
Koby keeps going, his rhythm sharp and rough, absolutely in time with my instinct. The bed groans beneath us, a mist of sweat covering our bodies in seconds.
