by Aria Cole
“Maxwell?” I uttered, one thing on repeat in my mind.
“Hmm?” he uttered as his hands clawed at my dress, pulling the neckline down so my boobs bulged out. For a moment, I thought he was going to tear me right out of the dress. He stopped when one hard nipple fell free of the fabric and he attacked it with his blazing hot mouth.
“I-” I choked on the words rambling in my head as the sight of his decadent lips sucking on my plump nipple nearly sent another orgasm rocketing through me. “Maxwell, I-”
“Spit it out, Gorgeous,” he purred, a crooked smile gracing his lips before he attached to my breast again, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking and kissing. I couldn’t think straight; god, this was so good. Too good. My nerves tingled as his other palm pushed the panties off my feet and hiked my skirt above my waist, exposing my clean-shaven body to the night air.
“Maxwell—” I moaned as one swift digit ran up my soaked slit and fried my brain. Maxwell Black’s fingers were sliding inside my body.
“Yes, my Elle?” He strung the words out ever so slowly, driving me mad with his teasing as he added another finger, stroking at my entrance, so close to plunging inside and making me his forever.
“I-I’m a virgin.”
Eleven
Maxwell
A swift pounding slammed into my frontal lobe like I’d been smacked with a baseball bat. A sledgehammer. A fucking axe. I jumped from the bed, feeling like her skin had lit mine on fire, and getting as far away from her as humanly possible was necessary to my very survival. My eyes held hers as I landed against the opposite wall, her mouth frozen in an innocent O, her eyes glazed with the sexiest shade of lust I’d ever seen.
She seemed to finally catch herself and quickly twisted my sheet around her naked body.
“Christ,” I uttered and pushed a hand through my hair, feeling like I might collapse right here on the wood floor. This would never work. A glaring age difference, and…a virgin? I couldn’t be trusted with that. That was too much pressure, too much pain, too much everything.
My hands began to tremble, and before she could see me fall into breakdown mode, I turned the corner and hid in my master bath, slamming the door with a resounding crack.
A virgin.
Oh Jesus Christ, I’d just slammed the door on a naked virgin in my bed. So much for playing nice with her feelings.
I groaned before sucking in a quick breath and looking at myself in the mirror. The ravaged scar screamed back at me. How could anyone see past that? It was the only thing I saw when I looked at me. And why hadn’t she asked me yet? It usually took exactly two meetings before a stranger felt comfortable enough to ask me about the jagged blade that’d eaten up my flesh. That was why I didn’t like to hang around for the second meeting.
But Elle was different. The second I’d locked eyes with her, the earth fell out from under my feet and she’d become my axis. My thing to protect. I could feel it. And I think she could too, she just didn’t know what it looked like yet. Because she was a twenty-one year-old virgin.
I grunted and opened the door, my thick-skulled mind shocked to find my bed empty. Well, why wouldn’t she run, idiot?
“Elle!” I called as I bolted down the hallway, eager to make it right as soon as I could. Damn, I was messing this all up with her.
I saw the apartment door standing open, her shoes and bag gone. I took the stairs two at a time and found her just as she was twisting the doorknob that led out the main entry and into the street. “You’re not leaving,” I heaved as I finally caught her. She turned and her gaze caught fire with mine. “I mean, please don’t leave,” I corrected lamely.
“No way. Not a chance.” She bit her lip and I saw tears swelling in her big brown eyes. God, no. I’d really hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry.” I pulled her into my arms, my hands at her cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eye. “I was so fucking worried about myself I didn’t even think about you. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re the only thing that matters to me; protecting you, keeping you, being with you.” I uttered the last part with sincerity resonating in my voice and my gaze. Her eyes flooded a little more then and she had to close them to keep the tears at bay. I pulled a clean handkerchief from my pocket and wiped at the salt water hovering at her lashes.
“I shouldn’t have told you,” she finally said in stubborn defiance.
“Not a chance in hell, baby. I’m glad you told me. It’s good you told me. Now I can do this right.” I threaded my fingers through her hair and clasped her neck, pulling her to me and taking her in a soft kiss, one that hopefully conveyed my apology more than my simple words ever could. “Come back.” I locked her fingers with my own and, with our lips still attached, walked her with me up the steps of my building. “Stay the night?” I asked, ready to make it up to her in so many more ways. In all the ways she deserved for her first time.
Her tired chuckle warmed my insides and I knew that this was the right decision. “I can’t. I don’t have a change of clothes.” She sniffed, but her smile was bright as her hand stayed clasped with mine. She forgave easily. I was glad. That would be important because I was the dumb ass on this relationship learning curve.
“You won’t need clothes,” I said simply, my cocky grin lifting as we ascended the stairs, although this time, her hand was clasped with mine, and this time, I trailed behind her, my other hand pressed at the dip of her waist.
She was a virgin, and I was her beast, but at least I had a chance to give her the first time she deserved.
Twelve
Maxwell
I pulled her back into my bedroom, this time with a different intent. Something sweeter, more loving; it’s what every woman deserved the first time she gave herself to a man. The odd thing was…I’d been with plenty of women, but never a virgin. At least not one that’d been brave enough to speak up like Elle had.
Laying her back on my bed, my hands pushed through her hair and I kissed along the crevice of her shoulders, the hollow of her throat. She was beautiful, ravishing, and all mine. The inner beast welled deep inside me and I wanted to flip her over and treat her like the slut my dick craved, but not this time. That would have to wait. If she’d ever let me do those things. But then I looked into her sweet eyes and I thought maybe it would be enough. Maybe I wouldn’t have to defile her to get off. Maybe she was enough.
“Pull up your skirt,” I husked. “Touch yourself for me.” Her eyes widened and her hands began to quake with uncertainty. “Show me how you get that sweet pussy off.” My heart thudded as I watched her lying there, so much trust to let me have her like this.
“I, I…” She shook her head and her eyes turned away from me. “I’ve never done that.”
My cock strained against my pants when I realized she was truly pure. Untouched by any man, untouched even by herself. She was a beautiful delicate flower and all mine to cherish and protect. “Ah, sweet, beautiful girl. Take it slow, like this.” I guided her hand with my own down her creamy thighs, dancing our fingertips across the elastic of her panty line. Her breathing quickened and I swore I could nearly see her heart hammering out of her chest. With her eyes soft and trusting, I pulled my hand away and urged her on with my gaze. “Slide the pads of your fingers at your clit.” My eyes burned with barely contained lust when she did as I instructed. “That’s it, nice and slow. Feel that?” She sighed and her eyes fell closed. Score one for this guy. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you think you can’t take it anymore.” Her chest and neck heated an endearing shade of crimson as her orgasm built in her virgin body. Her nipples peaked beneath the soft threads of her shirt and I clenched my fists at my sides, anxious to finally touch her. But this was important, this was everything.
“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” My voice was thready with emotion as I slipped a hand down my pants and took my dick in my grip. My eyes trained on her squirming form, the soft piles of her strawberry-scented hair on my pillow, one han
d between her legs while the other fisted at my sheets. I nearly lost it. I’d been a man starved for the warmth and comfort of a woman, and just when I thought I might finally break, here she was.
“I’m thinking about what you’ll feel like when you’re finally inside me,” she hummed like a prayer as her fingers sped up on her soft little bud.
“Jesus, Elle.” I finally lost it and crashed down onto her. Delicate fingers threaded through my hair as my lips took hers in a furious kiss. She felt so good. She felt so warm. She felt like home. I kissed my way down her elegant neck and across the soft slope of her collarbone before my hands ran up the length of her torso and cupped her full breasts in my palms. She was heaven and hell and my complete undoing.
I slinked down her body, tasting the inner corners of her delicate elbows, the soft skin at her wrists, the aroused flesh above her pubic bone before my palms moved under her skirt and up her hips to reveal her pretty pussy to my hungry gaze. I licked my lips and chanced a quick glance at her, holding her eyes while I licked one long stroke up her slit, swirling and nipping at her clit as I reached the far other end. Her breathing picked up, her eyes falling closed with a cry before her hips began a seductive rock.
“I’m going to make this as easy as I can on you.” I crawled up her form, kissing my way along her full breasts when I reached the low neckline of her shirt. “But it’s going to hurt.” I lavved across her cleavage and nipped quickly at a nipple as two of my fingers slid between her slick folds and rubbed her arousal at her entrance, making sure she was ready.
Her hips bucked and her pants grew more shallow as I pressed one finger inside, the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance, causing the animal to rage down deep in my gut again. I sucked in another breath, kissing my way up her neck before finding her lips, kissing her in slow, languid strokes as I added another finger. She arched and yelped for a moment before she settled and her hips began their slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans this time.
“You’re so sweet.” I pulled my fingers from her body and dipped them into my mouth, relishing the taste of her before my other hand worked the zipper down my pants. My move caught her attention and her eyes darted from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, then back up to my gaze. “Sure you’re ready for this?” I soothed, afraid she’d shake her head no and run again.
Her eyes locked with mine and melted into warm chocolate pools. “Yes.” She nodded and clasped her creamy thighs around my waist, pushing the waistband of my pants past my hips and down my legs. I kicked them off one leg at a time and returned to her, skin on skin.
“Fucking perfect.” I darted a nose up her torso as I lined my heavy cock with her entrance. “Can’t wait to be inside you,” I murmured against her ear as I dragged my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip at her clit, sending her body into a series of minor quakes that had a rogue grin lifting my lips. “So sensitive. Christ, I love that about you.” I stroked again. “Every single touch and you’re so wet for me.” My voice lowered another octave. “Just for me.”
Elle’s sharp fingernails dug into my shoulder blades as I spoke, and with each pass of my cock, she seemed to work up more momentum, her hips tipping against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
“You want me, baby?” I husked at her earlobe.
“God, yes…” she hissed when I thrust quickly, feeling the slow stretch of her young, intact body, then stilling myself once I’d broken through, seeing the wince of pain on her beautiful, nubile face.
“Shhh… I’m sorry.” I stroked a hand through her dark mane, willing my powerful thighs to keep me in place and prevent thrusting for her sake. For her sake, control yourself.
“I-I’m okay,” she whispered, but I could hear the sting of pain in her voice.
“It’ll feel good soon,” I hummed against her lips. “I promise.” I kissed her slowly, tasting her tongue and twisting it with mine as one hand roamed her supple body, the other holding me caged above her, unwilling to let her go. Finally, I had her.
This moment was the only evidence I needed. She was mine.
My patience severed with that thought and my hips began to move in slow, tantalizing rhythm once her grip relaxed at my shoulders and her hips followed my lead. I grasped one of her calves and wrapped it around my waist, anxious to feel her all up and down my body. I needed her naked and against me, all of me, now.
With both of her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locked above my bare ass as I held her head in my hands and moved slowly, trying to contain the raging beast that wanted to unleash hell on her sweet body.
I groaned. “You feel so damn good. I can’t go slow for much longer.”
“Please, more.” She pushed her hands into my wayward hair and caught my eyes. “I want all of you.”
My heart sped with her words and my mind fritzed. Could she be any more perfect? Was she brought to the front step of my library by God himself to please me? An angel or a devil, or a small mix of both, I was sure.
“Elle—Elle,” I repeated her name as my hips took on a more sporadic rhythm and I felt her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choked on the word as I bottomed out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coated her walls. My heart pumped and my breathing racked. I held still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.
“Maxwell, I’m not on birth control,” she whispered, and instead of sending me running out the door, my heart fucking rattled in my chest with hope and joy.
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grinned as I collapsed onto her body, my head tucked against her neck.
“Should I go shower or something? To make sure I don’t…get pregnant?” A mess of dark waves flipped as she turned away from me.
I chuckled at her sweet innocence. “I don’t think it works like that.” I caught her chin and turned her back to me. “Plus,” I placed a sweet kiss across her lips, “I like me inside you.”
Thirteen
Elle
“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard. He rolled off of me, the slow drag of his thick erection sending delicious waves of pleasure through every strung out nerve.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew you were mine.” He kissed me, his hands roaming my skin, my breasts, my hair, and back again. “Knew you were mine to protect.” He kissed. “To keep.” He kissed. “To love.” He said the final word and my heart thumped harder than it ever had in my chest.
“Love?” I squinted, having heard those words before, but never quite believing them as much as I did now. When I’d heard them from silly high school boyfriends in the past, I’d figured it was only a means of getting what they wanted—in my pants—but now… What did I have to give Maxwell?
“Way I see it, you showed up in my library for a reason. You need me, and I certainly need you.” He traced a dancing fingertip across my sternum and in my cleavage, sending shivers through my system.
“How do I need you?” I laughed, trying to distract him or me from the conversation.
“Well, for starters, that guy that’s been hanging around—”
“Oh, that.” I laughed, running the pad of my thumb across one of his chiseled cheekbones.
“Oh, that? That guy looked plenty dangerous to me. And he won’t fuck with what’s mine. So I don’t want you going back to that place alone. In fact, now that I’ve been inside you, I kinda want to just tie you to my bed to have you when I want you.” He snaked his nose along my neck.
“I-I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted,” I said, thinking his brand of alpha male might be a little too over the top for me.
“You have to tell me everything, Elle.” His hands caressed my hair, down to my cheeks, before landing at my jaw. I trusted him. For the first time, I had this oddest sensation; I trusted a man.
“He’s been this way since I was a kid.” I bent my
head, feeling the pain of my father’s inadequacies like a fresh knife in my back. “He never hit me or anything, but sometimes I think he might as well have. “ I glanced back to Maxwell to find his eyes bleeding sympathy, his hands now holding mine tightly as if offering any support he could. “My dad’s been an addict and a gambler my entire life. He used to get physical with my mom.” I paused, lost in the memory. “I remember hiding behind the couch when I was eight, trembling and scared as she screamed and the soft thud, smack, crash of his hands maiming her, stealing her dignity.”
“That must have been terrible for you, baby. I swear, if he ever came around…” Maxwell’s hands tightened around mine.
“No, no, I don’t want him hurt. He’s my dad. He has addictions. I don’t blame him. I just wish he would get help, finally pull himself out of this dark hole he’s in for good. I think that’s my problem, caring too much, loving too much, holding out hope that he’ll change. Everyone says people don’t change, but I don’t believe that. I can’t believe that. Then I was just another emotionally abandoned, verbally abused kid with a deadbeat father. I have to fight for him, even when he won’t fight for himself.” I stopped, feeling a painful lump of tears building in my throat. “I can’t turn away from him.” I shook my head until the tears finally rained down my cheeks. The pain of his physical presence all those years had taken their toll, and the pain of the nights spent in my bed wishing and praying he would change, that he could change someday consumed me. “My father has always had shady-looking people coming and going from our house. They look scary, but they wouldn’t hurt me. They’re all bark and no bite,” I finished, feeling drained and ready to forget the pain of my past in favor of the amazing man sitting across from me now.
“Well, I definitely don’t want you going back there now. So it’s settled. You need to go back to that apartment? I go with you. At least until we know you’re safe from this guy, because despite what you may think, I don’t trust his slimy ass for a second.” His large palm stroked across my lower abdomen, twisting my tummy with some mix of anxiety and elation. I didn’t respond; only tucked myself into his body and draped one arm across the chiseled ridges of his abdominal muscles “You seem quite agreeable at the moment.” His voice lowered as one hand slid down my belly to swirl at my clit, working my already aroused body into an even higher state of sexual desperation. “I heard an orgasm improves the chance of conception.” His tongue trailed across the shell of my ear as his fingers worked my clit doggedly. My hips bucked and my fingers clutched the fine fabric of the duvet. I loved getting lost in his touch.