When I saw midnight blue walls covered in hand-drawn concepts of motorbikes, I knew I was in his domain. He put me down on the bed before he turned back to the door, locked it, slid the chain across, and then locked both the top and bottom bolts.
“Have you got enough security?” I said, giggling nervously.
The enormity of the situation was beginning to sink in now it was here. Could I really do this? Was I really ready for the pain and the emotional aftermath it would surely bring?
“Where it concerns you, baby, never,” he said, coming back to me.
Seeing his dark eyes hooded with lust, knowing the door was bolted firmly closed, and that I was naked save for a baggy old jumper, I broke out into a hot sweat, suddenly filled with adrenaline. The look in his eyes covered me in chills. It reminded me of a lion coming for its prey, salivating at the thought of tender flesh. Nothing could stop its yearning desire for satisfaction…
Looking up to see Drake over the top of me, his brown eyes full of things I was yet to experience, I suddenly felt very vulnerable, very inexperienced, and very childish.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
I took a second too long to say, “Yes.”
“Paige, don’t lie to me, please.”
I licked my lips. “I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”
It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t feel bad. You’re in control, remember.”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
I opened my mouth, almost panting at the thought. “Yes.”
“Here—” he moved my jumper up my chest “—just relax and let me make you feel good. When you’ve had enough, pull your jumper down and that’ll be that. Okay?”
I blushed and nodded. My entire body was tingling with a mix of nerves and excitement. How was this going to feel? Was it something I was going to be addicted to or absolutely hate? Could anyone touch me as good as I touched myself?
When he brushed his hand over my breast, I gasped and squeezed my thighs together. The instant jolt of pleasure tingling around my clit was incredible. I could feel my excitement flooding my entrance as if a release button had been pressed.
Then his mouth was on me, kissing and licking my nipple. I could barely feel his touch but the constant wetness sticking my thighs together was a tell-tale sign of how he affected me. By the time he’d finished with both of my breasts, I was lost in an ocean of decadence, silently begging him to give me relief.
He trailed kisses further down my body, each one making me quiver and twitch. He brushed his hands up and down my legs whilst taking his kisses to my neatly shaven pussy. When he kissed my clit, I couldn’t help my hips bucking in response. He slipped his hand in between my thighs and carefully pushed against them, telling me to open them.
When I did, I held my breath in anticipation. I could feel strands of my juices stretching apart as I opened my legs for him. Part of me wanted to hide in shame.
“Oh, Paige,” he whispered.
I panicked and sat up, wondering if I’d come on my period unexpectedly or something, but when I saw the burning desire in his eyes, I knew it was the exact opposite. I breathed a sigh of relief internally and dared to look between my legs.
My thighs were slick with my excitement, as were my lips. How it looked attractive to him was beyond me, but I didn’t care. That wasn’t my issue to deal with.
Drake reached his index finger toward me and gently stroked me from my clit, all the way down to my opening.
“You’re so wet, baby. Fuck.”
I blushed and fought the urge to bury my face in my jumper. Confidence. “That’s what you did to me,” I said, holding my breath for his response.
He glanced up at me, hunger oozing from his body. “Don’t say things like that, baby. You have no idea how much I want to bury myself inside you right now.”
It was like a floodgate had been opened. I couldn’t help myself. I’d never been so turned on in all my life. The thought of him inside me, running his hands over my body, kissing me, taking me, claiming me—it was driving me insane. I wanted to feel him, I wanted him to feel me, and I wanted us locked together in throes of ecstasy. All I knew was, I had this aching, mind-consuming need to be satisfied. It didn’t matter how I got it—it only mattered that I got it.
I moved one of my hands between my legs and took hold of his fingers. I eased his index finger inside me, groaning when I felt it sliding against my inner walls. But still, I wanted more. It wasn’t enough. I pulled his finger back out and then guided him back in with his index finger and his middle finger.
The slight tug of my insides eased my thirst just a little. I imagined him filling me up completely, which only excited me even more, making it easier for him to slide in and out of me, gradually becoming quicker and quicker.
I was gasping and squirming, wanting just that little bit more all the time. “More,” I said, looking down at him. “Please give me more.”
He raised his eyebrows and stilled for a moment. “More?”
I nodded. “I want to feel every bit of you inside me. As much as I can take.”
“Fucking hell, Paige. You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
Still, he met my demands and wriggled a third finger inside me. I cried out as a burning pinch bit through me. It gradually eased into pleasure as he continued the same steady rhythm, teasing me further.
I relished in it for as long as I could; until the anticipation and desire became unbearable. I pulled the jumper over my head and threw it on the floor. Sitting up, I slapped Drake’s hand out of me so I could remove his t-shirt. The poor guy looked shell-shocked at my assertive move, and when I yanked on the waistband of his jeans, he stood up, the bulge inside them nearly hitting me in the face.
I didn’t care. I was like a sweet-starved child, wanting my sugar hit now. I undid his belt, his zipper, and then pushed his jeans and his boxers down his muscular legs. He stepped back, kicking them off his feet.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It was huge. The end of it was smeared in his own excitement, which only drove me on even more. I wanted to play with it, make him moan and squirm like he had done me, but that would have to wait for another time. Right now, I was being a greedy bitch and I wanted all of him filling all of me.
Reaching up to his hips, I tugged downwards and said, “On your knees.”
He did as I said, watching and waiting for my next move. I scooted forward to the edge of the bed, my heart beating ten to the dozen. His tip was only an inch or two beneath me. I reached down and spread my lips, ready to lower myself on him.
“Fuuuuuck, Paige. What the fuck? Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are right now?”
I smiled but said nothing, too busy concentrating on supporting my body weight on one arm. It felt like miles as I inched myself onto his head. The feeling of his cock pressing into me, just teasing my opening, was incredible. A few more inches and then that would be it—no longer a virgin, and no longer a girl.
“You okay, baby?” Drake asked, snapping me from my idle musings. “I’m clean, I promise. I got myself all checked out just before you moved in. I’ve never done it without a condom, so you’re not the only one losing a first today.”
“I’m on the depo,” I said, allowing his head to push inside.
We both groaned. I waited for the pressure to ease before I took more of him. I let my lips go and supported myself on his shoulders.
“I don’t fucking care,” he murmured. “How fucking awesome this is right now, you could pop ten babies out and it’d still be worth every second.”
I leaned forward and nuzzled into his neck. Then, giving him no warning whatsoever, I sat down hard. I bit his neck to stifle my cry and he wrapped his arms so tightly around me, I thought he was going to break my ribs.
The stinging eased after a minute or so, instead just feeling incredibly tight, like I wasn’t going to get him back out. Then I started to move my hips, rolling for
wards and backward, chasing the good feelings each movement gave me. I felt full to the point of bursting and I loved it.
Drake moved his hands to my hips, rocking me on top of him. His entire face was red and his lips pulled tight. He looked like he was in pain.
“Are you okay?” I said, worried I was doing something to hurt him.
He nodded. “Trying my hardest not to cum.”
I giggled.
“Fuck, don’t do that, baby. You’re just squeezing it even tighter.”
A wicked grin spread across my face. That could be an interesting fact for any future occasions. I lifted myself up and poised right on the end of his cock, moving my hips around in circles, teasing him to the max. Then I took every inch of him again, right until my clit rubbed against his stomach, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I repeated it over and over, gradually getting faster and faster as I desperately sought that rush of release. I could feel it building in my core, each stroke from inside and outside assaulting my senses.
The excitement of experiencing my first orgasm with Drake chased away any lingering pain. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his whispered curses telling me he was struggling. He’d even stopped breathing in his efforts. I leaned backward gasping when he caught my G-spot in a whole new way.
“Oh my God,” I said, closing my eyes.
This was a little piece of heaven on earth. Without even thinking, I moved a hand to my clit, stroking it as I ground myself against him as much as I could. I could feel it, just within reach, teasing me about how close I was to that sweet freefall, but still not close enough.
I rubbed my clit harder, desperate for something, and finally moaned in relief as spine-tingling sensations covered me from head to toe. Drake gripped my hips, angling me further down onto him. I don’t know what he did, but when he flicked my hips, sheer ecstasy took over my body and mind. My head whirled, my ears were ringing, and my body trembling.
Drake swore and collapsed his head against my chest. I could feel each throb as he pumped his release into me. There was something seriously raw and carnal about that which turned me on, but the niggling pain of my first time was soon overpowering the dying wave of my orgasm.
He slowly pulled out, cringing as I winced. “I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” He cupped my cheek and kissed my lips.
I nodded. “Nothing I didn’t expect.”
He lifted me back onto the bed and wrapped me up in his duvet. “Let me run you a hot bath, help relax your muscles.”
As he disappeared through a door in the corner of his room, I flopped my head back and stared up at the ceiling. Before I could even think how lucky I was, I was already lost to a deep sleep.
Chapter Six
Drake
Wow. That sex was by far the best I’d ever had. The fact it was her first time only made it a thousand times better. She already knew what she wanted and went after it, so what would she be like once she knew the best ways to make our bodies hum in pleasure?
I came back out of my en-suite and smiled when I saw her asleep, lost in a land of peaceful slumber. At least I hoped it was. As much as I hated her having recurring nightmares, I kind of always wished they’d carry on so our nightly interactions could continue. But now we’d moved forward. I’d staked my claim and taken a part of her no one else ever could. She’d given herself to me, chosen me to experience a world of new firsts with, and I wanted her to have her first nightmare-free sleep with me too.
Grabbing a spare duvet from my closet, I cuddled up next to her and just watched her sleep. I lay there for what seemed like hours, observing her eyes twitch, counting her freckles, and listening to the cute snuffles she made every so often.
I was just starting to doze off myself when a soft knock on my door stopped my heart dead. What the fuck? Who was that? I hadn’t heard anyone come back yet. I glanced at the clock on my wall—we had roughly forty minutes before Dad and Annabelle returned.
“Drake?” Mom said.
My stomach flipped upside down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I slid off the bed and grabbed the soft white towel I’d gotten for Paige for after her bath. I wrapped it around me, took a deep breath, and opened the door, making sure to stand as much in front of the bed as I could. Paige was facing the other wall but knowing my luck she’d roll over or wake up.
“Yes, Mom. What’s up?”
Her blue eyes flashed with amusement as she looked at me. “I don’t mean to pry or anything, but what’s this?”
I frowned, then balked. The wrapping paper from Paige’s present stared back up at me, complete with the gift tag I’d written—text facing up. Fuck. Busted. BIG TIME.
“I found it under the couch when I was looking for my book.”
What was I supposed to say or do? For the first time in years, I felt like a naughty kid who was about to get a roasting again. I groaned and leaned my head against the door.
“Mom…it’s not what you think.” I glanced behind me to check Paige was still sleeping, then slipped out through the gap and shut the door behind me.
“And what would I be thinking, exactly?”
I shrugged my shoulders and scrubbed my hands over my face. The reality of entering into a relationship with Paige suddenly seemed to be slipping away from me like time ticked away every second of life. Had I gotten caught up in the moment? Gotten carried away? Was I just being a selfish bastard? The thought of backtracking on this now twisted a hole inside me more painful than a stab wound—and I had the experience to compare.
“Drake, honey—” Mom snapped me from my thoughts when she placed a hand against my cheek “—if there’s one thing I could ever say about you and the fairer sex, it’s that you don’t let anyone in.”
I nodded, surprised to feel my eyes tingling with the threat of rising tears.
“But now you have, and that’s something amazing, Drake. Especially for you.” Mom looked down at the wrapping paper and carefully peeled the gift tag from the paper. “Paige would want to keep this.” She passed it over to me, a single tear dropping from her eyes when she looked back up at me and smiled. “I’m so happy for you. You make sure you treasure this, son. Nurture whatever it is between you and care for it as if it were a living, breathing thing.”
A strange sense of pride burst inside my chest. That would be the least I would do for my woman. I took a hold of Mom’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll do everything I can to look after her, I promise.”
“And you,” she said, pointing her finger at me. “You’re a couple, remember. You’re in this together.”
I nodded. “I…I think I…”
The words were right on the tip of my tongue, but they were words I wouldn’t even repeat to my closest friends, yet here I was, verging on spilling them to my Mom. This was some sort of girly shit, surely?
Mom grinned at me. “You’ll figure it out, kiddo. You’re not stupid. Besides, you have other things to be thinking of whilst you work out if you’re in love already or not.”
My face burned at hearing someone talk about me being in love. It was rather surreal, to say the least. I frowned at Mom, wondering what she was getting at.
Then I heard the car pull on the drive.
“Annabelle,” I said, groaning.
Mom winked at me as she walked toward the stairs. “I’ll help where I can. You know I love a good secret or two. Don’t forget this.”
She threw the ball of wrapping paper at me and disappeared in a fit of laughter. Well, I guess that was person number one down, just three more to go, although I knew Mom would tell Dad. And Cade…well, Cade would likely not give a shit, in all honesty.
Now I just had the small problem of my sister walking through the front door, and her best friend still being tucked up in my bed after giving herself to me. Still, it could be worse. I could have to deal with her boyfriends at some point.
On that thought alone, I retreated back inside my room, locked u
s back in, and ignored the world for as long as I could. One day we would be a normal couple, smiling, making people feel sick with our PDAs, but for now, we’d just have to remain under Annabelle’s order of forbidden.
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Jaded Ethics
By Erin Lee
She pulls herself from her client’s arms, praying she locked the therapy room door. “No, Ace. We can’t do this,” she says, knowing it’s a lie like everything about her life. In truth, it’s in his arms where she feels—for the first time—like she’s finally home.
One year earlier
Ace’s eyes flick from wall to wall. His wife, Gretchen, straggles behind him and walks with heavy, intentional steps. Thump. Thump. He’s less burdened, lighter. He soaks up cheap reproduction artwork and squints at the artists’ muted brushstrokes, questioning them. The couple moves down the corridor. He remains half a step ahead of her and she half trots to keep up. It’s as though he has somewhere important to be but can’t push her too hard. She inhales the still air on the third floor of the office building while he holds open the door marked “Couples Clinic: Dr. Jaden A. O’Leary, PhD, Suite 302.” He exhales.
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