by Rebel Wild
“None.”
“No boyfriends?”
“One. He broke up with me when I lost my hearing.”
“Bastard.”
“It’s okay. I want to be with you. I want you to be my first.”
“Your first?” She gives me a shrug of what looks like guilt. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” she says with so much conviction that it turns me on. “Hard limits?”
I smirk at her. Goddamn, she’s a dream come true.
“The only hard limit I have right now is that we’re still vertical. I want you in my bed with your legs wrapped around me like they are every night when I dream about you.”
“I’m on the pill. I... I thought you should know.”
“I always use protection and my latest test came back clean,” I say and she nods. “Come,” I tell her, taking her hand. I have a feeling we’re both going to be doing a lot of that tonight.
She stands in the center of my bedroom. The blinds are open behind her. The full moon is casting a glow whenever it’s not hidden behind the thick gray clouds. The light loves her and I can’t say I blame it. She’s the perfect sub waiting for her Dom. The only thing giving away her nervousness is the quick rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. I don’t even bother getting any toys. Playing with her has to come secondary to this moment. Her being in my bed is what haunts me at night and that’s where I need to have her right now or else I’ll lose my mind.
“Relax,” I tell her, taking both her hands in mine as I stand in front of her. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen. Just say the word and this stops. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“I want to. I want you.”
“Never stop talking to me.”
“Okay.” She smiles.
I kiss her hand, placing my lips on the fake heart on her thumb.
“I like this.”
She smiles again before catching her breath. I turn her around to unlace the back of her dress. Slipping it down her arms, I kiss her neck before turning her back around to face me. Bending down in front of her, I drag the skin-tight leather off her hips. She holds the top of my shoulder as she steps out of her dress. I toss it, along with the sky-high heels she was wearing, on the floor. I kiss my way back up her legs, hooking my thumbs in her lace panties before dragging them down and tossing them to join the heap that is her dress and shoes. Standing, I step back to take her all in. She stands naked with her hands to her side, unashamed by my gawking adoration for her. I have had my share of women, but none so beautiful. She is poetry personified.
“You’re breathtaking,” I tell her. She smiles pleased at my approval. “And you’re all mine. This is mine.” I cup her face, brushing my lips against her closed eyelids before running my nose down hers and kissing her lips. “These are mine,” I say before I suckle the pink nipples of her perfect breasts until they are hard. She squirms in reaction to me. “This is mine.” I grab hold of her ass so hard that she jerks forward. Fuck, it’s so firm. I can’t wait to turn it pink. “And this is all mine.” I brush the soft skin of her pussy. I run my fingers along the folds eliciting a moan from her. She’s already slick with moisture, already ready for me. “I want to fuck you without a condom.” I need to feel her without anything between us.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I run my tongue over my wet fingers tasting the sweetness that is all her.
Damn, she tastes so good.
“I need to taste more of you,” I tell her.
She squeals when I scoop her up. The sound shoots straight to my heart. It’s so carefree, so girlishly perfect. I place her in the middle of the bed. She lies watching me undress. No doubt checking out what’s hers. Seeing her spread out in my bed, naked and waiting for me to have my way with her is my dream come to life. Not one to deny pleasure, I stand naked while her eyes roam over me. Imitating her gesture from earlier, I shrug guiltily when they land on my dick, fully erect and pulsating for her. That mouth of hers falls open, looking at him doesn’t help calm him down in any way. He’s been denied pussy for too long and he’s ready to dive right into the one that is attached to my dream girl, just so he can see what all the fuss is about. He’s going to have to wait his turn. Right now, it’s all about her. I nestle my head between her open legs. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating. I take my time licking every inch of her.
She is the right combination of sweet and salty and my taste buds are rewarded with her flavor the more aroused she gets. I drape her legs over my shoulders. The soft skin of her heels are brushing up and down my back, arousing me. I smile against her when she begins to moan uncontrollably as her orgasm builds to that perfect moment where it reaches its peak. You have no choice but to release it and let it overtake you.
She reaches down and curls her fingers into my hair holding me steady as her hips buck and grind into my mouth, making sure it hits her at just the right spot. Fuck me, she is the horniest damn virgin I’ve ever known. Not that I’ve known any before her, but I know they’re not this horny. Oh, she’s chock-full of little pleasant surprises. Her hips roll in slow waves as she rides out her orgasm. I move with her, savoring every drop of cum until her body goes limp. I nip and lick my way up her body, lingering, looking into her eyes for any sign that she wants me to stop. She looks up at me in question. Her beautiful eyes still glazed over from orgasm. My dreams are an insult to the real thing.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask. She nods her head. “Say it.”
“I want this,” she tells me. “I want this so much.”
She moans when I take her nipple in my mouth and suckle it. I feel her nose in my hair breathing in my scent.
“Aw, fuck,” I say when I enter her. Her eyes are squinched up tight and she inhales a sharp painful breath. I wait for her. She opens her eyes inquisitively at me and I search them, hoping I didn’t hurt her too much. I’ve never been inside a virgin before and fuck she’s tight. “Are you okay?” She swallows hard before saying yes. I feel her start to move underneath me and I smirk at her impatience. She opens her legs to accommodate me as I move into her. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I tell her and I feel them around me a second later.
One of her heels is nestled in the crack of my ass. She lifts her head in a moan that exposes her neck to me and I take full advantage of kissing and suckling the sensitive skin. My body is pressed into hers. I have always maintained distance with my submissives, making sure not to invade intimate space. Never would I want them to mistake our fucking for making love. But this position Reagan and I are in is screaming intimacy. There is no mistaking this for anything other than lovemaking. I’m making love to her. She’s making love to me; she’s making love with me and I’m loving every minute of it.
Why the hell do I keep using that damn word? I don’t do that love shit. This is not love. This is infatuation. This is a dangerous obsession.
Her hands are fisted in my hair, pulling it until it hurts.
“That’s my good girl,” I say to her. Her face fills with pleasure and I know she is close to coming. “You like being my good girl, baby?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Reed,” I correct her and I have no fucking idea why.
Jesus Christ. I have yet to establish any rules of what I expect of her and already I’m giving her too much damn leeway. Next, I’ll have her topping from the goddamn bottom.
“Reed,” she moans my name for the first time, and fuck me if all that shit I was just thinking, doesn’t fly right out the window and drown in the ocean.
Game, set, match. She’s won. I’m tamed. I am completely pussified.
“Say it again, baby,” I tell her as I pump into her harder.
“Reed,” she moans again before capturing my thumb in her mouth and sucking it.
“Aw, fuck yes.”
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sp; I let go of her face and reach for her hands, interlocking them with mine. Her mouth falls open when a deep moan escapes her. Her body quivers as she cums. Her muscles tighten around me and my dick is one happy fucker as I bury him deep inside her. He shoots his load long and hard, marking her as mine. All mine.
“You. Are. Mine,” I say with three final thrusts.
“All yours, Reed. Only yours.”
“Mmmm, only mine.”
Completely sated, for the time being, I move so that I am lying next to her. She stays staring up at the ceiling so I cup her chin and turn her head to face me.
“Are you okay, baby?” She makes okay signs with both her hands and puts them together in a yin and yang symbol. “Perfect,” I say the sign out loud.
“Yes,” she laughs. “I guess I could have just told you instead of signing.”
I watch her eyes get droopy. She’s fighting to keep them open.
“Go to sleep,” I tell her before taking her into my arms. She’s out before I finish the sentence.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep but it feels late. I’m aware of Reagan stirring next to me in bed. Still half asleep, I feel the tips of her fingers gently outline my face before moving down to the Adam’s apple of my throat. She runs her hand over my tattoo of Ryan. Grabbing hold of her wrist to stop her, I’m unable to hide my displeasure. He’s the last person I want to think about right now.
Chapter Nine
I wake in an unfamiliar but terribly comfortable bed. The room is dimly lit by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room. My eyes adjust, landing on Reed sleeping soundly beside me. His lips are parted in what looks like a hint of a light snore. I smile at the sight of him. His blue sheet is pushed down to his waist giving me the chance to admire him unguarded. He’s lying naked on his back and I am in awe at how beautiful he is.
Everything about him is perfect: his messy dark hair, his face, his chest, his strong arms, and broad shoulders. He must spend a lot of time working out and even in this light, I can tell how flawlessly chiseled his body is. Unable to help myself, I reach out to touch him, running my fingertips along the outline of his face down to his neck. His skin is smooth and rough all in the right places.
He has a cute tattoo on his shoulder of a boy that looks a lot like him with little angel wings and I run my hand over it. I laugh to myself at calling it cute. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate anything on him being thought of as that. I stare at his nipples. I want to twirl my tongue around and bite them. I wonder if he even allows his submissives to do that. So lost in fantasizing about him, I don’t even notice that he is awake until he reaches up and grabs my wrist. My eyes go straight back up to his face and I can see he is not pleased with me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He has so much anger coming out of him and it’s directed at me. I think I’ve just worn out my welcome. I get out of bed and go toward the door. I don’t know where I think I’m going with no clothes on, but I don’t get very far anyway before he grabs me. His lips are on mine, warm and commanding. I have no choice but to give in to his kiss. He pulls away. I look into his eyes and I’m surprised I haven’t wilted away from the heat of his glare. “Stop running from me. I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like when you yell at me.”
“How did you know I was yelling?”
“I’m not stupid. I know when someone’s yelling at me.”
“You’re a very intelligent woman. I would never want you to think I believe otherwise.”
“Why were you so angry with me?”
“I wasn’t.” He puts his hand on my cheek and I automatically lean into it. “I was just reacting. I’m not used to being… caressed by my subs.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Fucking’s my goal. If my dick’s not involved, then it’s useless.”
“Jeez, you’re totally megalo.”
“I’m what?”
“Never mind.” I laugh. “It just means you’re perfect and I won’t rub up on you if you don’t want me to.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to.” A flash of lightning gets his attention so he goes and stands in front of the window. “Look,” he says, turning to me when I come up behind him. “I’m not some perfect guy that can sweep you off your feet. I’m usually not into all this intimacy and bullshit. I fuck and I move on. That’s it. No strings, no other things. So, don’t get your hopes up about me.” I glance over at the mess of a bed we just had sex in and then back at him. “Yeah, I know I picked a fucked-up time to tell you that.”
Ya think? Jeez, what a buzzkill. Just what every girl wants to hear after giving it up. Not that I expected anything, but c’mon.
“Okay. No, I get it,” I say. “I should… um…” I start looking around for my clothes. “I should go.” I bend down to pick up my panties at his feet but he grabs me before I can put them on.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to run from me?”
“I’m not running. I’m leaving.”
“I don’t want you to do that either.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want you here. I’m not good at this shit, clearly. I’m good at fucking but I’m not that likable. Right now, I wish I were.”
“You are. I already kinda like you.”
“I’d be fucked if you didn’t.” He takes my panties from me and tosses them. “Cut me some slack here, all right? I’m trying to level with you. I’m not used to being all open about shit with the women I’m fucking.”
I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.
“I can see that. Why with me?”
He shakes his head like he doesn’t even know himself.
“Being around you has stirred up something in me and I can’t deny it. I don’t know what the hell it is but whatever it is, it wants you.”
“Then, let it have me.”
He grabs me so forcefully that I gasp in surprise. He lifts me by my waist and my legs wrap around him. Hooking them over his arms, he spreads my legs open and enters me.
“Oh, yes,” I moan at how good it feels.
He presses my back against the window and my hands find his hair as he hammers into me.
“Why? Why do you want this, Reagan?”
“I can’t help it. It feels so good.”
“I’m no good for you,” he grunts out as he fucks me harder. “But I want to be. I want to be good for you.”
“Who wants what’s good for them? We always crave the bad.”
“Fuck, Reagan.”
“Make me come, please.” My ass squeaks against the clean, cold glass of the window as it drags up and down from the deep strokes he’s giving me. “Yes. Just like that.”
My back arches. My nipples are hard against his chest and the pain feels good. I tighten around him and my legs start to quiver. Every nerve in my body is zinging as I feel my cum travel its path from him being buried so deep inside me. My body shakes as my orgasm hits me. He throws his head back, coming so hard I feel like he just shattered the glass behind me and we’re floating with the stars.
Our bodies are still, except for the moving of our chests. His head’s resting on my shoulder, while mine is against the cool window. My hands are still tangled in his hair when a flash of lightning propels us to move. He pulls his still semi-erect dick out of me and I suck in a breath from the pain. I’m going to be sore from this in the morning. He releases one of my legs, letting it stand steady on the floor before unhooking the other. I slump back on the window when he takes a step away from me, so he scoops me up and carries me to bed.
The rain that’s been threatening to come all week is pelting against the window pane. The swell of the water is high. Even with the windows closed, I can hear the waves crashing against the retaining wall down below. If they come crashing through my patio doors it will be the perfect
calamity for this mess I’m in.
As I care for Reagan, she shivers. I know the room itself isn’t cold, but the sight of the downpour outside still has that effect so I grab one of my T-shirts for her to sleep in. I’m trying not to over-analyze the message it might send. Well, I knew this wasn’t going to be a fuck and duck when you started it with her.
“You okay?” she asks as she studies me.
“I’m just thinking, baby,” I tell her.
I fold a thick towel and place it on the bloody wet spot we left earlier so we won’t have to lie in it. I get in bed and she lays her head in my lap looking up at me. It’s two AM but clearly, she’s not sleepy. That’s fine because neither am I.
“Thinking about what?”
“About you. Reagan, how did you lose your hearing?”
“I came home sick from school one day,” she says. “My mom thought it was the flu so she put me to bed, fed me soup, and over-the-counter medicines. Later that night, I was feeling worse. I got up to get a glass of juice and that’s all I remember. I was in a coma for three days. When I woke up, I couldn’t hear.”
“Meningitis.” I guess what the cause was. Mom used to watch for it every time we got flu symptoms as kids.
She nods.
“Pneumococcal Meningitis. They said I was very lucky to be alive, but I didn’t feel lucky at the time. I was so sick.”
“Baby, you must have been terrified.” I massage her scalp with my fingers to comfort her.
“I was. Dad had just made police chief at the time. The mayor was on him to get back to work, but he stayed by my side even after they threatened to fire him. Mom was so torn up with guilt. She blamed herself. She thought if she’d have gotten me to the hospital sooner, my hearing would have been saved. I think she still believes that, but it’s not true. There was no way to prevent it. She did what she was supposed to do. She got me all of my vaccinations when I was younger. I was just unfortunate enough to catch a rare strain. Yay me.”