His eyes flew up to his good girl turned bad, hoping the sight of his raging hard-on didn’t scare her.
Her expression had glazed over. But not with fear…
He nearly lost his mind when she closed one hand around his dick, then brought her mouth down to lick off the pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
Fuuuuckk! His stomach kicked, his body momentarily losing sight of his main mission, it wanted to come so bad. And then she had the nerve to press her tongue into his slit.
“Fuck no!” Cupping both his hands around her neck, he tugged her up and off the bomb she was creating between his legs. “What the hell were you thinking? Your lips wrapped around my dick…that isn’t something I can withstand. We would’ve had to wait a couple more hours before crossing number one off your list.”
“Sorry,” she murmured. But the look on her face didn’t look sorry at all.
She was playing with him, and if he didn’t watch out, he was going to lose control. Flip her over, push her face into the bed, and fuck her the way he wanted to, forget that sweet shit.
But no…it was her first time. He had to get it right.
Determined not to let himself preemie creamy, he grabbed a condom, sat sideways on the bed, and slid it on over his dick.
“C’mon,” he said, beckoning her forward when she looked questioningly at the new position.
Telling her to get on top worked. She morphed from saucy minx back into the good girl whose asswipe ex had taught her absolutely nothing about how to be a woman to a man.
“We’re going to do this slow, okay?” he assured her. “You start feeling some kind of way, you tell me to stop. I’m not looking to hurt you.”
She nodded, but continued eyeing his lap and erect cock like it was a pop quiz she hadn’t been prepared to take.
He took pity on her after she awkwardly climbed on. “Watch me. Watch me, take your virginity, Lena.”
With those words, he parted her pussy lips with one hand. He was so hard he didn’t even have to guide himself in. All he had to do was pulled her hips forward with his other hand and watch as her wet slit sank down over the tip of his erection. “Watch me. Watch me take your virginity, Lena.”
The sight of her pussy slowly consuming his entire cock was nearly enough to make him come. And he hissed when she started to adjust and readjust herself after sinking down all the way to the base.
“Am I hurting you,” she asked with a truly adorable worried look in her huge brown eyes.
“No, you’re not hurting me,” he answered in a mocking tone, silently thanking her for helping him out with her silly question. For at least a moment or two, his basic Masshole need to tease her outweighed his baser instinct to come in her tight pussy. “Not in the way you think anyways. I’ll be alright. You do what you need to do to get comfortable. Just let me know when you are alright to move.”
Somehow he made it sound NBD. No big deal, baby, keep on grinding your hips all over my dick. I’m not struggling at all.
But his patience was soon rewarded when she went from trying to get comfortable on his big dick, to circling her hips with a natural rhythm.
“Ah, baby, yeah…” he threw his head back, struggling to hold on as she rode him. “You’re fucking killing me. Yeah just like that.”
The feeling of Lena Kumar riding his dick…it was un-fucking-believable.
“Yeah, fuck. Fuck this dick,” he told her, his voice getting rougher and rougher the closer she got. “It’s yours. All yours.”
Her moans came faster, and then she cried out, her pussy clamping down on his dick.
“You came. You came, right?” he asked, hoping to God.
“Yes,” she answered, looking just as shocked as him that it happened so quickly.
“Thank, fuck.”
There was no holding back after that. He flipped her on to her back and plunged back into her, his body roaring as he finally let the dog off the chain.
He pounded into her, too far gone to be nice about it. And this girl, this girl. What the fuck, instead of lying there waiting for him to get done, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Joined him right on that edge. She came again, and this time her clamp down undid him. He spilled into the condom with a coarse yell, his body going rigid, paralyzed by the sensation of finally realizing this dream.
No, better than the dream…he thought as he pulled out and collapsed on the bare mattress beside her.
“Why are you laughing,” she asked beside him, her voice breathless.
He told her the truth. “That was even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined us…together like that?”
Yeah, he must have been an Academy Award level actor in high school. She sounded like she had no idea of the dirty thoughts he had harbored about her until that hallway confrontation guilted him into cutting that shit out.
But they weren’t in high school anymore. And now he told it to her straight. “Fuck yeah, I did. A lot. Whacked off to it, too. But the real thing was way fuckin’ better.”
And…cue the awkward silence. He knew he sounded a little rough—what a prep school English teacher once referred to as unnecessarily crude, but in the game of Asshole or Get Assholed, the guy with the biggest “don’t give a fuck” accent always wins. Plus, he knew the way he talked held a lot of appeal with girls looking to fuck on the wild side. Which was fine by him, as long as they knew he was a short-term rental, not available for lease.
But in the moments after his rough confession, he almost regretted not losing his South Boston accent, like a few players he knew had after playing on elite teams too long. He wanted to be better for her. Better than the guy she’d known back in high school.
He was trying to come up with a f-bomb free sentence, when she started to get out of the bed.
“Where you going?”
She looked down at him, her brown eyes back to confused and wary. It made him long to take her again. To see them glazed over with lust instead of “what did I just do?”
“I thought you had to work today. And I should get going. Back to the hotel.”
No, he had to keep her here. Letting her leave would be a disaster. She’d get back with her girls and talk herself out of the Next Time he was already hardcore planning.
This was the problem with fucking a virgin. She didn’t have enough experience to know that real life sex wasn’t anything like what had just happened in this bed. Didn’t matter how hot he was—most girls didn’t come twice on his dick in one session. And he for shit sure didn’t lose his mind like that when it came time to get his. Or start thinking about the next time before he’d come down from the first.
“Fuck work. Let’s take a nap. I was out late last night.”
She tugged back, her expression hesitant. “But, my best friend, Dawn, is probably wondering where I am, and you should—”
“Let me have this, baby, okay? You don’t know how long I waited.”
This time he didn’t act. Didn’t try to prove to the academy that his heart wasn’t pounding a Boston song for this girl.
And thank fuck…it worked. She settled back into the bed with him, and maybe her nerdiness was rubbing off on him. For he found himself taking a big whiff of her hair as she lay her head down on his chest. It smelled like coconuts and flowers. Like a vacation no man in his right mind wouldn’t want to take.
“That Rohan dickweed is a fucking joke. If you were my girl, no way would I have let my parents have a say.”
She froze in his arms.
Alright, guess it was still too soon to talk about all the stuff he’d read in her diary.
“Relax. We don’t have to talk about the personal shit if you don’t want. But when we wake up, we should have a conversation about taking care of the rest of that Shake it Off list of yours.”
She didn’t leave. In fact, she did exactly what he wanted and fell asleep in his arms.
But the rest of that wish didn’t come true.
When he woke up, it wa
s to the sound of insistent knocking in a room darkened by the afternoon sun.
Shit. He’d totally lost track of time. That was probably his uncle wondering why the bar was not set up for the night service.
It wasn’t his uncle. Later and for many weeks afterward, he’d wish it had been his uncle.
But it was Graham, and his eyes widened as soon as he’s saw the girl in Keane’s bed. “I knew it!” he whined. “She was my three-pointer, mine!”
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KEANE: HER RUTHLESS EX.
Also by Theodora Taylor
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