by Shayla Black
“Let me see,” I pant.
Slowly, he lifts his grip from my neck. My stare falls to the pendant he fastened there.
It’s weighty and warm from my skin. It’s a beautiful statement. It tells me—and everyone else—that I belong to him.
I finger it and swallow. “It looks perfect here.”
“It does.” His eyes heat. “As long as you’re mine, I want to see it there.”
Automatically, I nod. I can’t imagine not wanting him.
Then he looks at himself in the mirror. “Son of a bitch.”
Traces of blood cover his torso, along with a littering of scars over the hard-cut muscles that make Ransom look like he’s been forged in steel.
He flips on the hot tap at the sink, then opens the cabinet doors until he finds a washcloth.
“You don’t have to clean up now,” I assure him.
“Yes, I do. I want this to be right. I want this to be the last first time either of us ever has. And I won’t come to you dirty and bloody.”
Like a criminal?
I’ll worry about that later. Here and now is what’s important, and his words warm me. He’s in love with me. He’s saying he wants this to be the last time either of us takes a new lover. It’s sweet, but…
He doesn’t know it’s my first time?
When I turn to admit I’m a virgin, I get caught up in watching that little white cloth slide across his broad, bulging chest. He wipes away grime, rinses the rag, wrings it with massive hands, veins standing out and ripped. Every movement is strong and sure. Confident.
Will he touch me that way?
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I know the answer.
Yes, he will.
With a final rinse, he tosses the rag on the counter, then brings my body against his. “Last chance, baby.”
To back out? “I’m saying yes.”
I’m always going to say yes to him.
His eyes soften, then he bends and lifts me, carrying me against his chest as he flips off the light with his elbow, plunging us back into shadows.
Inside the bedroom, moonlight filters through the windows as he lays me across the silky gray comforter. With a swipe of his hand, he sends the decorative pillows to the floor. With the other, he flips on the soft light of the nearby lamp. Then he crawls onto the bed, hovering over me, and looks into my eyes. “I’m going to make tonight so good for you, babygirl.”
“You already have.” I smile, fingering my pendant.
He cups my face, dips his head, and finally…finally covers my lips with his.
Ransom kisses me like he owns me. My body jolts with recognition, like it remembers its master. Like it’s forgotten every other boy who’s ever ineptly put his mouth on mine and glommed onto this man who’s going to be my everything.
I arch toward Ransom and open my lips, inviting him deeper. He slides his tongue against mine as he rocks his cock, still clad in denim, against the naked ache of my pussy, so acute now I wriggle and whine for more. I get lost in his big palm cupping my cheek, in the way he commands my mouth, in the hair-roughened press of his chest to mine.
Our kiss slides into forever. I heat and burn under his touch. The stubble on his hard jaw drags down my neck, paving the way for his hungry lips to take over. I’m a shuddering, trembling bundle of need as he rakes his mouth across my skin, laving my pressure points and nipping everywhere I’m sensitive while he works his way down to my nipples.
The second he sucks one between his lips, I forget time and place. Hell, I forget my name. All I can think of is the arousal he’s heaping on me and the suspicion I’ll never be the same once we leave this bed.
Ransom drags one point into his mouth, then the other, in deep, unhurried sucks I feel through my entire body, especially between my legs.
“Jesus, I’m never going to get enough of you,” he gasps out as he kisses his way down my body, laving the undersides of my breasts, tracing my ribs with his tongue, and circling my navel. Then he sinks to the floor beside the bed, yanks my hips to the edge, and parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs, inhaling with a moan.
I’m so open to him. So vulnerable and exposed. I tremble. My hips roll in need.
“You’re pink and sweet.” He circles my engorged clit with a lip-bitingly patient finger. “Hmm…”
My breath hitches. Every touch pings through my body, down to my toes. The ache tightens.
I’m already so close.
“Ransom…” My voice sounds like a tortured, needy thing.
“Babygirl?”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“You mean lick your pussy until you come?”
I nod violently. “Pleeeease.”
Instantly, he shoves my legs wider and drags his tongue through my folds like he’s finally sampling the part of me he craves most and he’s not going to stop until I give up my resistance and surrender to pleasure.
At the feel of his hot breath and burning tongue, I cry out and buck up. He grabs my hips and holds me where he wants me, then lashes my most sensitive flesh again and again.
My cheeks go hot. My heart roars. My need gathers and climbs. I fist the comforter, trying to resist surrendering so fast, but Ransom isn’t having it. He toys with me, controlling my body until I’m clawing and begging.
It isn’t long before I am.
“Oh, my… Please,” I pant, raking my hands into his thick hair and trying desperately to tug at his scalp—anything to be nearer to him. “Yes! So close…”
Then he stops, instead kissing his way up to my belly until he rests his chin on my mound. His black eyes all but inhale me. “I know.”
Of course he does. He’s taunting me, giving me a smug smile while he flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit so slowly I can’t possibly come…but I can absolutely suffer.
“Ransom…”
“Begging won’t sway me, babygirl. You teased me.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whine.
“Yes, you did. I told you to expect payback.” He pauses his insufferably unhurried caress to lick me again, long and with a moan, like I’m the sweetest candy he’s ever had on his tongue.
“But…” I bite back the rest of my protest. I have no defense.
“But what? I love you like this. Flushed cheeks, writhing hips. You spread yourself wide open for me, and I didn’t even have to ask. And that pussy is so, so wet, just waiting for me to fuck you.”
“I am. I want you. I’m ready. Now. Please.”
“What’s your rush?” he asks before he glides his tongue over my distended nubbin again, nudges it with his nose as he inhales my scent, then resumes with his thumb and a wrenchingly slow, slow stroke.
Without thought, I mewl, spreading myself open even wider, arching my stabbing nipples as I plead for more. “Ransom!”
“We have all night, babygirl.”
Not if he burns me alive first. I’m so agonizingly close to the kind of orgasm I’ve never felt. It’s epic, like something from a book, almost too fantastical to believe.
“And the first time you come for me, you’re going to do it on my cock.”
My pulse jumps. “Yes.”
“You’re going to do it more than once.”
The ache between my legs tightens. “Yes.”
“And I’m going to be looking into your eyes as you fall apart for me.”
At his words, I gush. “Yes!”
I want to watch pleasure ripple through him, too, and know I’m making him feel good. I want to look into his soul and see the love I feel reflected back at me.
I want to know unequivocally that I’m his—and he’s mine.
There’s a clock on the nightstand, and he glances at it, licks me one last time, then shimmies his way up my body, pausing to nip at my hip bone, then to tongue his way up my stomach, and finally to suck in the tingling, tender tips of my breasts again before he closes his mouth over mine, plunging deep.
Following the urgent slide of his tongue against
mine, he finally comes up for air. And I’m stunned to realize he’s unzipped his pants, shoved them around his hips, and wedged himself between my thighs. The head of his cock presses against my opening. With one powerful thrust, he’ll be inside me.
“There’s an hour left of your birthday, Havana. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream for me.”
“Yes. Please. Now. I want that—so bad. But first, there’s something I should tell you… Um, I’m a virgin.”
Ransom
My jaw drops. My heart stops. She can’t be a… “Virgin?”
At her shy nod, I swallow back my shock.
Holy shit.
After all the things I vowed to do to her… “Babygirl, if I’d known—”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to change a thing. You know what you need in a woman. I want to be everything to you.”
Jesus, as if I needed to fall deeper in love with her.
“You already are. How is it possible no man has ever… Especially my son? You two were together for weeks.” And I know Ethan. He’s impatient.
I love him, but he’s still at the stupid stage where if a girl isn’t putting out, he has no use for her. Eventually, he’ll learn better, but his hormones are making his decisions these days.
“I put him off. He felt sorry enough for me to let me stay in your guest room, but he quickly moved on.”
“What made you say no?” After all, she must have known Ethan’s reputation when they started dating.
“He wasn’t you.” She lifts her head and places a slow, soft kiss on my lips that melts me. “I took one look at you and fell in love.”
That makes two of us.
“Oh, babygirl…” We should talk more, but later. Now, I really need to connect with her in the most primal way. “I’m going to make you mine, Havana Smith. And there’s no coming back from that. You’ll stay mine.”
“Promise?”
“Forever. You on the pill?” I hate to be practical, but I have to know what I’m dealing with. I want to make sure she’s thinking of the possible consequences.
“No. I’ve never had a reason…”
And I don’t have any condoms. Goddamn it… “If we do this now, you could get pregnant. We can wait until we’ve got protection.”
I’m not sixteen anymore. I’d like to start a family—and I want to do it the right way this time. With the right woman.
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to wait. As long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”
That’s what I want, too. And this moment—this woman—feels perfect.
I kick off my jeans and shove down my boxers, gratified when they find their way to the floor. Then I slide my hands up Havana’s body. I lift her arms over her head and lock our fingers together. “We will be. Ready?”
She bites her lip—and wraps her legs around me. “I was ready the minute I met you.”
Oh, fuck. Though everything about her turns me on, her big, open heart might be the most arousing.
But when she lifts her hips and rolls them under me, it’s a close second. Suddenly I get her message. She doesn’t need momentous. She doesn’t even care if I’m gentle. She just wants me now.
My crest rests at her opening. She’s waiting, breath held. I look down, taking in her face, melding our stares together as I ease in, pushing against a barrier I’ve never felt on a woman—and didn’t think I would at this age. Then I surge in and break through her hymen.
She tenses, hissing. As I sink slowly into her, her golden eyes go wide and stunned. It’s not merely pain. I see pleasure there, too.
God knows the feel of her gripping me is like a fire razing up my shaft.
By the time I’m completely submerged in her tight inferno of a cunt, I’m sweating. She’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. “Oh, Havana…”
Experimentally, I ease out, then press in again. She exhales. Her head falls back, her eyes close. Already she’s rising up to meet my next thrust. And the way she offers me her vulnerable throat, then undulates to give me her swollen-tipped tits… I swallow back my lust.
I’m a grown man, damn it, with a man’s stamina and lasting power. But this girl is undoing me. I need to make her come so I can let go.
“Hurt?” I ask as I flex my hips and gently press deeper.
“At first. Now it just feels”—she pants—“good.”
We’re going to upgrade that to orgasmic.
Patience starts to run thin as need turns thick. I shift her hands into one of mine and take hold of her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head. I push my free hand under her hip and lift her for my next stroke before I settle her knee in the crook of my elbow.
I open her wide. I slide deeper than ever. Then I press my forehead to hers. I drill down into her eyes, into her body, rocking her rhythmically up the mattress as her pupils dilate, her mouth gapes open, and her pussy tightens.
“Ransom!”
Yeah, I’m getting to her. I’m rubbing her sweet spot with every plunge in, pressing ruthlessly against her clit. And she’s beginning to writhe under me, fighting me to free her arms.
I tighten my grip on her wrists because I know what she needs. “Feel good, babygirl?”
“Yes!”
I lengthen the stroke, keep it slow and steady, making sure I push in and bottom out every single time. Soon, she’s frantic under me, wildly bucking, eyes panicked. Her pussy just keeps clamping tighter and tighter.
“You close?”
“Yes…”
She whines like I’ve wrung the word from her. Like she’s in agony, and I’m the instrument of her pain. Like she won’t last even another few seconds.
I slow my stroke. “How about now?”
“No. No, no! Please. More. Faster.”
I don’t. It’s killing me, but I’m going to wrest this one from her. I want the first time I give her pleasure to be so monumental that she remembers it. But to get her there quickly, to connect with her even more, I fuse my lips to hers and plow my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. It backfires. She starts to unravel me. Being so deep inside her in every way I’ve imagined fucks with my head.
I pull my lips free and all the filthy things I’ve been thinking come spewing out. “There won’t be another day in your life that I’m not in this pussy, reminding you that you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes. I know…”
Because she can sense I’m not a good man?
“I want it,” she breathes.
“You’re going to take me, babygirl. All. The. Time.”
She gasps. Heat claws up her chest to rosy her cheeks as her cunt clamps down and she screams out for me. “Ransom!”
Motherfucking son of a bitch. That’s so good I can’t think about anything except her. I squeeze my eyes shut to keep my shit wired tight and thrust through her slick, swollen tissues until she finally lets out a shuddering breath and goes limp.
I hold on—barely. By the skin of my teeth. On a wing and a prayer. But I’m desperate. Fuck, I’m dying. I have to come inside Havana or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
I’m going to take her with me this time.
“You okay?”
A little lopsided smile crosses her face. “Better than okay. I feel great.”
“Then you can come again.”
“I don’t think that’s possible—”
“Sure, it is.” Instead of waiting for an argument, I pull out of her pussy just enough to flip her to her knees. Then I push her cheek to the soft comforter and tilt her hips up to me. When I align my cock at her opening again, I see a smear of blood. The sight makes me feral. I settle one fist in her hair and the other over her clit.
I can’t stop myself. I bang into her, against her lush ass poised in the air, and sink deeper with every stroke. Her pussy will be sore tomorrow, and I really will spend all day apologizing to her—with my tongue. I’ll lap at her until it feels better…and she’s used to coming against my mouth.
But right now I have a single-minded, animal need to fill her wet, welcoming depths, to hear her pleasure screeching in my ears again, and to spray her unprotected womb with my seed.
Yeah, it’s a dangerous game since my life is so fucked up. I’ll fix it. Until then, my head tells me to pull out of Havana and not risk getting her pregnant. But the imperative to join with her in every way is impossible to deny. Sweat beads my brow. My gut cramps. My cock swells and turns to steel.
And she’s feeling it, too, since she twists and cries out underneath me, rocking onto my hand, then back up to take every one of my inches each time I shove deep. “Oh, god…”
“You feel me throbbing inside you, babygirl?”
“Yes!” she shouts, squeezing the comforter in her fist.
“That’s it. Fuck my hand while I fuck you.” I press the heel of my palm against her hard bud.
She bucks harder, shoving her cunt back at me. I take full advantage of her fervor, riding her bare and unrestrained, teeth gritted, growling with every thrust, pulling on her hair as I jerk out, and pressing her cheek first into the bed as I bulldoze inside her again and again.
Suddenly, she’s clamping down on me and screaming, her body jolting as if I’m shoving her full of voltage with each thrust. Her back flushes with color as perspiration sheens her skin. She lets out sounds somewhere between gasps and hoarse squeals, gushing onto my hand as her pleasure goes on and on.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It sets me off like nothing ever has.
I plow into her like a wild man, teeth bared, growling low, and unleash a flood her little pussy struggles to contain, but she still pulses and sucks more out of me until I’m sure my heart is going to give out.
Until I know I’m never going to be the same.
She crumbles beneath me. I collapse on top of her and gather her close, loving the way we melt together.
“Mine,” I murmur in her ear.
“Yours,” she whispers. “Always.”