My fingers curl and Rafe hisses, but I don’t stop digging my short nails into his back. An orgasm hits me hard and fast. I let out a long, low moan before Rafe releases my nipple and leans forward to kiss me. The breath leaves my lungs when I feel him line up just right. The hardness I felt before was just a tease compared to what he feels like now. He’s rough with my mouth, nipping my lips, as if he’s desperate for me.
I’m so sensitive between my legs that when he grinds against me, I let out a small whimper. That sends him into a frenzy. He shoves my hands above my head, holding them in his one-handed grip, and rocks against me. When he reaches between our bodies, I assume he’s going for his button, so I turn my head to the side and break our kiss. He continues over my cheek to my ear. His breaths are hot against my throat as he snakes his tongue out to lick me.
I take two deep breaths and start to tell him this is my first time, wishing I didn’t wait for the last minute, but instead of going for his pants, he pushes my panties aside and runs his fingers over my lips and clit. My brain turns to mush long enough that I don’t stop him when he moves a little lower and pushes a single finger into me. I stop breathing and look up at him with wide eyes. His pupils are huge. He looks stoned out of his mind, but I don’t think he is, unless he took something when he got our drinks.
With our eyes locked, he slides his finger in a little deeper, and I feel a slight burn. More than anything, it just feels foreign and full, like when I first started wearing tampons, but different.
Rafe keeps his finger inside me but uses his thumb to circle my clit. My inner walls spasm around him, and the burn is replaced with a different feeling—not quite pleasure, but it doesn’t really hurt either. When he pushes a little deeper, the burn returns, but it still isn’t as bad as I expected it to be. Gwen said it hurt like crazy, that she even cried the first time. Granted, it’s been a while since she told me that. She was only sixteen when she had sex for the first time.
Goddamn,she’s a wet dream, and she’s looking at me like she trusts me. She’s slick and tight as fuck. I stare down at my finger pushing into her bare pussy and my balls tighten. There’s no way I’m fucking her tonight. I would probably come while putting the condom on, I’m so jacked up.
Fucking condom. I wonder if she would let me ride her bare. Most strippers get some shot so they don’t have to worry about bleeding. I bet she did too. The thought of seeing her with my cum running down her leg or her ass has me grinding against her so hard that I end up pushing deeper inside her. Lucy’s brows furrow as the muscles in her legs go rigid.
I pull out and coat her clit with her juices. There’s a tiny streak of red on the side of my first knuckle, and I freeze. I’ve been telling myself no one has ever touched her, mostly because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it if it wasn’t true, but seeing the evidence detonates a bomb inside me that I’m not prepared to deal with.
A tremor starts in my hand and continues up my arm until I feel like the only thing holding me together is my skin. Before I can even appreciate the fact that I’m the only one who’s ever touched her, the only one who ever will, my mind starts playing tricks on me, showing me her with someone else. I close my eyes and pull my fingers up to my lips, sliding them into my mouth. I can taste her, but underneath is a tiny metallic tang. Her blood, my blood, because it belongs to me. That grounds me and erases the ugly thoughts in my mind.
I release her hands and lower down her body. I need to taste more of her. Lucy tugs at my hair, but I don’t stop my descent. Not until my nose is damn near nestled in her pussy.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide, and she’s trying to inch away from me by crawling up the bed on her elbows.
“I need you to come on my tongue,” I growl out. There’s no question, no politeness in my tone, but it’s a plea all the same. I swipe my tongue up her slit, pushing deeper when I’m near her clit. Lucy drops back against the mattress and moans, and I take it as her surrender.
Her lips are smooth as silk and a little puffy. I have to push her leg up a little more so I can see all of her. My mouth waters. I start with her clit, being gentler than I’ve ever been as I tease and flick. Her hand goes to my hair again, but this time, she fists it and arches her back.
She smells like good pussy—hot, sweet, and mine. Lowering my chin, I lick her from bottom to top and back down again. Her legs start to shake, and I can feel her thrashing her head on the bed. I curl my hand over the top of her thigh and use the side of my middle finger on her clit while I sink my tongue as deep inside her as I can get.
She lets out a long, low moan and rolls her hips up, riding my face. I look up her body, but all I can see are her tits and the curve of her stomach. She clamps down, pushing my tongue right out of her. I lick at her fiercely, desperate to get back inside her, to taste more of her, but she starts swelling up almost immediately after her second orgasm. Her hips continue to swivel, so I circle her clit again before climbing up her body. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed. I wish I had the fucking cameras working, because I would watch this over and over again.
I flip her on her side and tug her backward so I’m curled around her. When I kiss her nape, she pushes against me, still looking for more. I nip her shoulder and roll my hips, dry humping her like a teenager. She mimics my movements and reaches back until her fingers are curled over my hip, urging me on.
I shove her leg up, and it gives me more room to grind while restricting her movements. I’m so hard, my dick actually hurts, and it doesn’t help that I’m rubbing against my jeans. I left my boxers on the floor in the bathroom after rinsing the cum off my cock.
I reach down and unzip, pulling my dick out and shoving my pants down a little. Lucy looks back over her shoulder and licks her lips. “Rafe…”
Her cheeks are flushed red, and she looks like she’s already been thoroughly fucked. Her hair is in a messy halo around her head, and her eyes are sleepy. I grunt and rub my dick against the back of her leg.
“I should tell you…this is a first for me.” She scrunches up her face like she has something to be embarrassed about.
I drop my cock, and it slides over her ass until it lands on the mattress, then I tug her shoulder until she’s on her back looking up at me. “I know.”
“That easy to tell, huh?” Her shoulders go up near her ears as she shrinks into herself.
I run my finger down her nose and caress her top lip. I want to tell her how pleased I am about it, about how I have a piece of her inside of me now and forever, but I don’t know how to say it without sounding like the psycho I am. “You are perfect. Everything, every inch of you, is perfection,” I rasp, not knowing how to articulate the rest.
Her eyes soften, but I don’t think she really understands how much I mean it. “Nobody is perfect, Rafe. Least of all me.”
I lean down and capture her lips with a soft peck. I didn’t even know I could kiss someone like this or that it would feel so good. Instead of pulling back, I murmur, “You’re perfect for me.”
That earns me a little smile. Lucy reaches up and wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me toward her in a hug. I already knew I would kill for her, but now I know I would live for her too.
Chapter 20
Rafe kisses me, and it’s different than our other kisses, softer, sweeter, but no less devastating. Eventually, he pulls back from me without trying to take things further. My eyes are heavy, and I’m relaxed. I suppose two orgasms will do that.
He runs his finger over my cheek and down my jaw, his eyes following the path until his hand is caressing my side so gently, it nearly tickles. “Tell me something nobody else knows.” He’s still watching his hand glide over my skin. I don’t have the urge to hide or cover up from him until he asks for a secret. I turn so I’m facing him, and we’re almost nose to nose. I think about telling him about The Dollhouse, but I just can’t risk changing the way he looks at me yet.
I rack my brain to find something that feels important enough for this moment. He already knows I want to get my ranch running again, so that’s not really a secret. I guess the fact that I’ve never had sex before won’t work since he already knows that too. I cringe, thinking about the incident when I was eleven. “This was years ago,” I preface.
