Chapter Seven
“Holy fuck, you’re tight.” Zak wasn’t certain if he said the words out loud or merely let them bounce around in his brain. He pulled out partway after his first thrust and heavily pushed his cock back inside Kaitlin’s lovely body, hoping he’d last more than two strokes before losing control. “You feel practically virginal.” Now that he said out loud.
Unprepared for the way she felt so amazingly snug, he also realized it had been ages since he’d been horizontal with a woman. Kaitlin had tested every single one of his built-in restraints since the moment he’d ditched her on his front porch.
She was very wet, but also incredibly small. A spasm contracted his cock at the sensation of the vise-hard grip of her around him. He alternately tried to gain control and understand why it felt so fucking amazing after only one thrust inside.
“I can explain,” she whispered. “Don’t be mad.”
Despite the slow state of his current brain function, the sudden arch of her back and the shocked breath she drew the moment he thrust deep made him realize there was a distinct possibility that maybe she’d never done this before. Otherwise why did she have to explain something to him, and why might he be mad?
And then it struck him like a bolt of lightning. Zak was fully seated in the body of a woman who’d been a virgin only a second ago. And because of him, she wasn’t anymore.
“Wait. Are you—?” He decided not to finish the question he didn’t want to know the answer to. He started to withdraw, but her legs quickly wrapped around the backs of his thighs with surprising strength, keeping him embedded. The heels of her black fuck-me shoes dug into the top of his ass. His cock pulsed at the mental picture circling his brain of what her spiky heels digging into the tender flesh of his butt looked like. Hot. No question.
“Don’t. Please don’t leave. Not yet. Please.” Tears welled in her eyes. Was he hurting her?
“If this is your first time, I don’t want to injure you,” he said lamely. His cock took the opportunity to pulse in protest at the idea of stopping this amazing feeling.
“You aren’t hurting me. It’s okay. It’s fine.”
He pushed his forehead to hers, and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?” But he figured he already knew the answer.
“Because I didn’t want you to turn me down.” Yup. That was the answer. He would have turned her down if he’d known.
His cock pulsed again with unrealized lust. He ignored its dissenting vote. Absolutely, I would have said no.
Before he could respond out loud, and he didn’t know what he would have said anyway, she continued, “But now it’s too late. It’s done. Besides, I like the way you feel inside of me. I want more. Please. Please don’t stop.” Her pleading made his cock happy and ready to go, but Zak wasn’t certain about what to do. He’d never deflowered a virgin before. For the first time in a very long time, he was truly out of his depth.
“How much does it hurt?”
“Hard…hardly at all.” Was she lying? Did he hear stuttering shock in her tone because this was her first time or pain for the same reason?
He tried again to pull out, but her legs tightened. “Please, Zak, it’s okay. Don’t leave yet. Don’t stop.”
Zak lifted onto his elbows and stared down into her face. Twin lines of tears ran down her cheeks.
“Baby, if I’d known I would have done things differently.” What would he have done? Run far, far away? Maybe. Maybe not.
She sniffed. “Like what?”
He kissed her gently, rubbing his lips across hers as his mind worked furiously to solve this problem. He wasn’t certain how to either pull out or finish up without upsetting her or, worse, physically hurting her. A flash of inspiration came into his mind.
“Like this.” He pushed his hand between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb. He stared deeply into her eyes, rubbing slowly, steadily, not planning to stop until she came apart in his arms like she had in the back room of the bar. Had that only been an hour ago?
If he gratified her, then when he moved his cock again, either to leave or finish, she’d be distracted by more pleasure and she’d also be more lubricated.
She pushed out a breath of surprise, but it didn’t take long for her to loosen her legs a bit. His cock wanted to move. Zak pulled out just a little, making his hip movements small and slow, in and out, but never stopping his thumb from stroking.
Her hands moved to his ass, her nails digging in as if she wanted him to move faster, but he wasn’t going to change the tempo of his strokes until she came.
Although he did lower his head and kiss her lips. Seemingly distracted, she kissed him back, and soon her body was moving rhythmically beneath him. Her breaths increased as each push of his tongue matched the steady, small thrusts of his cock—until she climaxed, breaking the kiss, her drawn-out sigh signaling the coming squeezes of her inner walls against his cock.
With monumental effort, Zak kept the unhurried pace of his hips up even after she came, withdrawing and pushing inside, slow and deep, once, twice, thrice. He trembled on the verge of a stupendous climax. A dozen or so more thrusts pulled the phenomenal orgasm from him with clarity and a rush of pleasure so intense, his vision was impacted for a few seconds.
“Jesus,” he whispered. He then growled, fucking her for several more strokes as he came down off quite an amazing release. When he finally stopped, he remained buried all the way inside of her, hoping she was okay, because he couldn’t move.
After several seconds of breathing hard, Zak grabbed her close and rolled to his back, taking her with him. Her cheek pressed against his chest, but she remained silent.
“Is it time to have another discussion?” he asked.
“No.”
He laughed. She relaxed against him. He was so satisfied he couldn’t tense up if he had to.
“Are you okay?”
She pressed her lips to his chest. “I’m better than okay.”
“Really?”
“I feel like I should thank you.”
Zak pushed out a huff of disbelief. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”
Her head lifted up. She stared deeply into his gaze. “Was it terrible? Was I…terrible?”
His hand came up to her face. He returned her intent gaze. “No! For me it was fucking awesome. I’m still trying to process the shock.”
“Shock?”
“I’ve never been anyone’s first time before.”
“Oh.”
After several seconds, she whispered, “I thought it was awesome, too.” Looking entirely too satisfied for the poor performance he’d just delivered, Kaitlin laid her head back on his chest.
“I was the one who was terrible,” he said, stroking his fingertips down her back. He usually had much more stamina and self-control.
Her head came back up again. “Why would you say that?”
He laughed. “Baby, I swear to you that I truly can last longer than a dozen or so strokes before losing it.”
She pondered that for a few minutes. “Well, I thought it felt amazing.”
“With that first stroke I hurt you. I know I did.” The acid in his belly returned.
“Only a little at first. And honestly, I was just surprised at how completely filled up I was. Having you all the way inside of me is quite a unique feeling. It was so much better than I expected. So much more overwhelming than I was prepared for.”
“I hope that’s true.”
“It is. Plus, you’re huge.”
He smiled. “Thanks. I’m maybe above average, but it’s nice of you to say that.”
“Best I’ve ever had.”
That spurred another laugh. “I’m the only one you’ve ever had. My manly pride makes me feel like I need to prove it to you that I have better staying power.”
She grinned. “Okay.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to limp tomorrow.”
She l
aughed. “I won’t limp.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
His cock pulsed to life. He rolled her to one side, kissed her soundly one more time, and climbed out of bed, heading to his bathroom to clean up.
“Hurry back.” Her tone was a little bit sassy.
“Yes, ma’am.” Zak hurried. Once he was staring at himself in the chest-high bathroom mirror, he also lifted his arms over his head and stretched his long frame, satisfied in the way only good sex could accomplish.
Feeling rather like a corrupter of innocents and a deplorable minuteman missile lover all at the same time, Zak talked himself into one more round of sexual decadence tonight to feed her curiosity. Likely she’d demand it, and he didn’t want to fight her. He would, however, take his time. He’d last longer than a few strokes inside her incredible, newly unvirginal, tight body.
When he returned to the bedroom, Kaitlin waved. In her fingers was another condom. “I like that you have a huge supply on hand. This box looks brand new. Tell me, am I the first woman you’ve been with since you got to town?” Her shy smile tugged at places in his soul he should close the door on, but couldn’t seem to manage.
He smiled back, climbing into bed with her. “Yes. You’re the first female company I’ve had since I moved here.”
“Really?” she asked politely, but the tone of her voice and the satisfied expression on her face suggested she already knew that. If he’d brought any women home, she would have seen it.
Zak needed to work harder to put forth his badass persona and not his real feelings about this girl and what had just happened between them. Besides, it kept the shit-heel feelings he had about using her at bay. “You ought to know that, baby. You’ve watched me come home each and every day. I was always alone.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “How did you—” She cut herself off.
He forced another grin, adding some bad-boy arrogance to the expression. “Because I saw your curtains move every single night that I pulled my bike into the driveway. I figured you’d come over long before you actually did.”
A small smile appeared. “I guess I’ve been pretty obvious. And cowardly.”
He lifted one shoulder. “I’d say curious.” How on earth did he intend to handle this going forward? How would she let him handle this? As far as the criminals he was trying to put away were concerned, she was his woman. He couldn’t confess to her his true identity or his non-criminal motives. Maybe if he played this right, she wouldn’t need to be rolled up into the witness protection program after this was all over with Demarco.
Her gaze captured his with an intensity he found charming. “In truth, I was desperate.”
His brows furrowed. “Why desperate?”
She heaved an annoyed sounding sigh. “My sister—or rather, my stepsister—is visiting me tomorrow, whether I like it or not. And I don’t.” Her frown shifted suddenly to a satisfied smile. “This coming visit will mark the very first time since we’ve been adults that she won’t be able to lord it over me that she’s a seasoned woman of the world with a string of perfect lovers in her history, and I’m only a hopeless virgin living temporarily in a small town without any good prospects.”
Shit, more family coming? Great. Zak rolled closer and snatched the condom from her fingers, prepared to play a game of bad-boy love ’em and leave ’em. Maybe he wouldn’t have sex with her again. “Oh. So you only wanted me for my stud services and only temporarily.” Though that would actually be better for his cover, his tone was harsher than he’d intended.
“No. That’s not what I wanted. It’s not all I wanted.” She lifted up on one elbow, her expression soulfully repentant. Her soft hand shot out, squeezing and caressing his shoulder. They stared at each other for a count of five. He didn’t want to play with her after all. He really wanted to have sex with her again, as depraved as that might be. But mostly he wanted the opportunity to make it amazing for her this time. Besides, the second time didn’t hurt, or so he’d heard.
She needed to be his woman for the time being. A passing thought regarding the motorcycle that had followed him home crossed his mind. Allowing a smile to shape his lips, he said, “I’m teasing, baby. I’m not offended. I’m just surprised. When you didn’t come over that first week, I figured you weren’t interested.”
“I’ve been fascinated by you since the first day I saw you ride up on your motorcycle.”
“And you never came over until today because…?”
She flashed another sweet smile. “I used to be a frightened virgin, fearful someone would see me ogling you and thinking impure thoughts. But things have recently changed for me.”
He laughed. “So, what, now you’re a woman of the world?”
“Well, I’m definitely worldlier than I was when I woke up this morning.” She stared at his mouth, his eyes, his jaw, his face, softening her posture as each second ticked by. She reached out to brush her finger along his chin where a scar from his childhood was. “You are incredible.”
Zak leaned forward, unable to keep his lips off her for a second longer. She kissed him back with enthusiasm. His dick roared forward with the sincere desire to fuck wildly. Nothing was between them, not even the bed sheet. He rolled on top of her, keeping their lips attached and very engaged.
Her fingertips explored the planes of his back. Her legs shifted beneath his, widening for what came next. Sex. Wanting to gain a modicum of control, he broke the kiss to use the condom in his hand instead of just clutching it abstractedly while he fucked her with abandon.
Once safely sheathed, he scooted up next to her. He put a hand between her legs and his mouth on the center of one breast. Her back arched when he sucked that hardened nipple between his lips. His cock pulsed against her leg. The thought of putting his dick inside her tight body made him want to come.
Stroking her clit a little bit faster, Zak planned to ensure she was really wet before attempting to breach her again. Doubt crept in that he shouldn’t be doing this. Deflowering her was bad enough. Ensuring she was wet enough for a second hedonistic round of sex was likely depraved. But he couldn’t stop. The way she gripped his shoulder, she likely wouldn’t let him anyway.
Her breathing increased. She was about to go over the edge. He wanted to be inside her when she did. He shifted, covering her with his body. He released her nipple and kissed her luscious mouth, at the same time centering his hips between her thighs.
Kaitlin widened her legs to make it easier for him.
“Tell me if it hurts too much.”
She smiled and nodded, but he didn’t expect her to tell him anything. She wanted this almost more than he did. He pushed into her hot, tight, wet body very slowly. The smile on her lips didn’t change. Her hands, gripping his shoulders, relaxed as he moved deeper and deeper.
Once he was all the way inside, Zak paused. He looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of pain or distress. If she had any discomfort, she hid it well. “I love the way it feels when we are so…intimately connected,” she whispered.
“Me, too,” he whispered back.
He pulled his cock out and then pushed back inside, unhurried.
“I won’t break, you know. You can go faster. You feel really great.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I’m glad. But this is more about me not losing control so quickly for the second round.”
“Okay.”
“In fact, let’s change positions.”
“What?”
Zak slid his arms beneath her, hugged her tight and rolled onto his back again, his hand on her ass making sure they remained firmly connected.
Once she was on top, her expression was pensive, but not panicked or pained. She lifted up a bit. He stroked her ass a few times and then flattened his palms on her outer thighs. “Move your knees up on the bed.”
Tentatively, her legs moved until her knees were on either side of his hips. She was still wearing the fuck-me shoes. His cock pulsed within her body. H
er breasts were deliciously pressed to his chest. She didn’t seem too sure of this new position or how good it could feel.
“Sit up,” he said, pressing her shoulders back until she sat astride his hips. His cock moved as she did, pulsing in delight. She must have felt it, because she smiled at him.
“Now what?” Her breathy voice was making his last longer than a few strokes plan more difficult to imagine.
“Ride me.” He pushed his hands beneath her bottom and lifted her a bit. “Move up and down on me at whatever speed you choose.”
She looked down at the place where their bodies joined erotically, a sweet, unexpected blush filling her cheeks.
“Try it,” he said.
She moved upward and promptly pushed back down, going even deeper than he’d been previously. She sucked in an appreciative breath. “I get it.” Kaitlin moved her body up, allowing his cock to almost exit before impaling herself on him harder and faster than he would have done.
A grin shaped her lips. “Good. This is good.” She moved again and again, her eyes wide with exuberant delight with each satisfying move.
His voice sounded gravelly to his own ears when he said, “Put your hands on the headboard. If you grip there, you’ll get better leverage.”
Both of her arms went over him and clutched the bars of the painted iron bed. She tested the control, moving only her hips like an elliptical machine, half up and down, half front to back. For Zak it was amazing. She grinned and moved faster.
Zak pushed a hand between them, his thumb circling her clit as she rode him. The moment he started fingering her, the faster and more satisfying her movements became. The sensation was so incredibly arousing, Zak’s libido zoomed forward, ready to take a giant leap over the edge and directly into gratification. He had to clamp down and enforce some control over his desire to let go.
He pushed her clit harder, circling with even more pressure. He watched her pleasure, felt her body move against his, and heard the sexy sounds she made each time she impaled herself in him. The whole scenario made for an incredibly sensual experience.
Zak was on the very edge of losing control. He put his free hand on one dangling breast, squeezing her pert nipple between his fingers. That got a swift reaction. Kaitlin increased her speed and she was moving at a pretty good clip as it was.
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