by Sam Mariano
I release the wrist I’m still holding so I can move both palms to cover her breasts. “These are magnificent,” I tell her.
She swallows, looking away. “You don’t have to bullshit me.”
“I’m not bullshitting you,” I state, scowling.
Instead of being cowed by my thunderous look, she cocks an eyebrow at me, all fucking attitude as she says, “I’m not one of your booth girls, Rafe. More importantly, I have seen all of your booth girls. I know that these breasts don’t compare to all the ones I’ve seen spilling out of clothing at the restaurant.”
“Okay,” I say, sitting back on her hips. “I don’t want to hear any bullshit like that again. I don’t throw out compliments I don’t mean. I don’t have to,” I state, plainly. “If I wanted to fuck you wordlessly like an animal, I would. If I tell you that you have magnificent tits, you do. Take my word for it. If I know any-fucking-thing, I know a nice pair of tits.”
“I’m so embarrassed, I want to die,” she informs me.
All right, I’m going to have to deal with her body issues later. Right now I want inside her pussy, and I’ve already determined the best way to get there is keeping her mouth shut and her brain off.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I tell her, simply, before bending to kiss her neck again. This time, I keep my lips on her skin, soft kisses followed by rough kisses. I hear her suck in a breath as my tongue darts out and leaves a hot trail along her skin.
“Rafe,” she says on a sigh.
I fucking love the way she says my name.
Or, I love it until she follows up with, “Rafe, we can’t do this. We can’t do this.”
Goddamn it, Virginia. “Yes, we can,” I tell her firmly. I follow the declaration up with a nip at her neck and she gasps, her hand moving to my back.
“No,” she says, shaking her head, eyes closed. “We can’t. I can’t.”
I don’t know how I feel about it, but without thinking through the morality, I pull a card from low in the deck. “I need you,” I tell her roughly, between neck kisses. Her breath catches and she hesitates, so I know I have her on the hook. “It’s been so fucking long, Virginia. I need to fuck you tonight.”
“But… I… It hasn’t been—I thought—What about Galina?” she stammers, awkwardly.
“I didn’t fuck Galina,” I tell her. “I didn’t need Galina. I needed you.”
I swear to God, it’s like the entire world stops for a split second. Virginia doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t speak. There’s utter stillness in the bedroom, utter silence.
Finally, she breathes. And when she does, she seems to exhale every last objection. Her brown eyes meet mine, she licks her lips, and then without even a thought of hesitation, she lifts her head and brushes her soft lips against mine. It’s a sweet, inexperienced kiss, but I love it. I don’t even know how fucking old she is. Her words about how I don’t know enough about her to be doing this flit across my mind, but I immediately discard them. I’ve fucked girls I’ve known a lot less about than this one. I may not know all her details, but I know her.
Her leg slides around the back of mine and she runs her foot down my calf. I tangle a hand in her damp hair and take her mouth more aggressively, showing her how I like it. Soft and sweet is nice for cuddling, not for fucking. I want brutal when I’m fucking. I want hungry and desperate and fucking mad with pleasure.
She sucks in breath when I finally tear my lips away, looking a little dazed.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Virginia.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, a little unevenly as she tries to catch her breath.
I smile, pushing a hand through her hair. “Good girl. Do you want to taste my cock first?”
I barely finish asking the question and she’s nodding her head. “Yes.”
She’s in this now, so I don’t have to worry about her fleeing. Accordingly, I climb off her hips and lie back on the bed. Virginia climbs to her knees and eyes my cock up like she’s not sure how to attack it. I assume the extraordinarily average schmuck she used to date had an extraordinarily average cock, too.
Finally, she grasps it at the base and crawls forward, lowering her head until she gets all the way to the base. She opens her fingers just enough to drag her tongue from the base of my cock to the head. Then she flattens her tongue and drags it across the smooth surface, catching the precum on her tongue and dragging it into her mouth.
She surprises the hell out of me, after all that shy protesting, by smirking at me now and saying, “Mm, yummy.”
A startled chuckle slips out of me, but before I can say anything, she opens her mouth, lowers it over my cock, and takes half my considerable length like a fucking pro.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, clutching the bed sheets.
Virginia’s hand tightens and she pumps my cock near the base while she uses her mouth to take care of the rest. I sigh with pleasure, letting my head fall back against the pillow. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation of her laboring over my cock with that wonderful fucking mouth of hers. It’s funny how sure she was this wouldn’t be my Christmas present. I didn’t think it would be either, but here she is with my cock in her mouth. I want to smack her ass and call her out on it, but she was skittish too recently, so I don’t push my luck.
I let her give me head for a few minutes, but I can’t stop thinking about what her pussy’s going to feel like. I open my eyes and look down at her. I love to look down at a woman when she’s giving me head, but not so much on the bed. I prefer to be standing with her on the floor at my feet.
Next time.
Tonight I didn’t even plan to feel her lips around my cock, I just wanted to plaster her against the wall, spread her legs, and bury my cock inside her.
13
Virginia
“That’s enough.”
I pop off his dick and sit back on my heels, looking up at Rafe for direction. It has been a long time since I’ve had sex, and never with someone as experienced as he is. It’s not like I forgot how to do it, but I don’t know where he wants me. I don’t even know if we’ll stay in this bed. He has a whole sex room, after all.
He does not move me to the sex room. His dark eyes remain on me as he moves toward me. I feel like I should move, but before I can, he catches the back of my neck and yanks me forward, pulling me right into a kiss. Even though I just had my mouth on his dick, I’m not prepared for it. I gasp against his mouth, then start to climb to my knees, but he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into his lap, facing him. I shift so my knees are around him and he tucks me against him like we’re one being. It’s the most intimate way anyone has ever held me, and that alone nearly stops my heart.
Then he trails the backs of his fingers along my jawline as he holds me, and I’m gone. It’s almost mean, how sensual he is. I don’t have any choice but to melt into a puddle of affectionate goo. I’m pretty sure it’s physics.
My pounding heart seems to be lodged in my throat. My body feels like everything is in the wrong place, like the topography of my entire being has shifted and I’m going to need a new map after tonight. I can’t even think about that. He doesn’t let me. He bends his head and tugs my lower lip between his, nibbling, then sucking on it before claiming my mouth in a kiss that starts out soft and small, then slowly builds into a raging inferno. My face is on fire, my core full of feelings I can’t ever remember having. Rafe’s hand is covering my breast, his thumb moving back and forth over the beaded nipple until I feel every flick low in my stomach.
Intoxicated. That’s it. I feel completely, utterly intoxicated. I’m drunk off my ass on Rafe, and I don’t want to think about the hangover that’s going to follow.
The low rumble of his voice shoots straight to my core. I swear to God, I quiver like he just ran his tongue across my clit, just because he’s speaking. His tone holds something different, though. An element of command I can’t help responding to in a primal way. It’s dangerous, tha
t tone of his voice. I think he could tell me to do anything right now, and I would, like an unthinking slave to pleasure.
“Did you think of me while you touched your pussy, sweetheart?”
My mind makes a valiant attempt to replay that memory, to remind me how sick I felt in that moment, but my body and Rafe’s voice team up to shut it down. “Mm hmm,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his shoulder.
“Do you always think of me when you touch your pussy?”
That’s an even more daring question, one my brain tells me not to answer, but I nod my head, trancelike. “Yes.”
Rafe smiles like this pleases him, and that’s all the reassurance I need. Go away, brain. Nobody wants to hear your bullshit right now.
I’m still wrapped up in Rafe’s affectionate embrace, but now he cradles me in his arm, shifts positions, and lays me back on the bed. My heart begins to beat faster as he climbs on top of me. Attempting once more to bring me back around to reason, my brain screams for me to stop this, literally begs. But Rafe’s lips cover mine again, and they’re so damn convincing. The man really is temptation wrapped up in human form.
He grabs my hips and positions me, and it takes me a second longer than it should to realize he’s bumping my knees apart, he’s planting himself between my legs. The smooth tip of his cock brushes my entrance and it feels like I’ve swallowed my heart.
Wait, he forgot—
Oh, shit.
I’m so wet, his sizable cock slides inside me without much discomfort, but I feel every. Fucking. Inch.
I didn’t expect him to go in raw, and I hope he doesn’t make a habit of it with other women, since I don’t want any diseases. I don’t know if it’s the girth of his dick, or the fact that I’ve never had sex without a condom, but I’ve never felt this sensation before. He fills me up until I can’t breathe properly, then he pushes another couple of inches inside me.
“Oh, shit,” I murmur, reaching overhead for something to hold onto.
As soon as he’s seated fully inside me, he pulls back and slides in again. The friction of his cock sliding against my walls is almost more than I can take, and he’s just getting started.
I give up on reaching for the pillow and I grab onto him. My nails sink into his shoulders and I hold his body close, waiting for my body to adjust to this pleasurable invasion, but it doesn’t. He moves one arm under my ass and lifts me, tilting my pelvis as he slides into me again.
“Oh, my God,” I cry, a shudder of pleasure traveling down my spine. “Oh, Rafe. Oh, God.”
“It’s okay,” he says, pressing his lips to my forehead, then pulling back and thrusting again.
Holy fucking shit, no, it is not okay. I don’t know what he’s doing, but no one has ever done it before. He keeps my hips tilted as he pounds into me again and again, and each time his dick grinds against my walls in such a way that I think I might lose my mind. He’s been inside me maybe two minutes, my mind has melted to mush under the scorching heat of pleasure he’s filling me up with, and I don’t want it back. I never want this to end. I never want to come, I never want him to come, I want to lie here and experience being fucked by Rafe Morelli for the rest of my natural life.
I’m a mindless sack of moans, groans, and “oh, my Gods,” and then he shoves his perfect cock inside me and launches me into another atmosphere. One where I can’t breathe, and I think I might die, but that’s okay, because holy fuck, this feeling. And it does not stop. He’s still fucking me, he’s nowhere near done yet, he hasn’t even broken a sweat, and I’m panting and crying out shamelessly. I can’t help it. I am beyond composure, I am beyond everything. The planet I am on is a new one, an incredible secret place I never knew existed, and as he keeps pumping his cock into me, it keeps. Fucking. Happening.
“Oh, my, God, Rafe, I can’t,” I say on a gasp, mindless.
He clutches me more tightly against him. The way he fucks, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever encountered. It’s so hard and fast, it should hurt. It’s so aggressive, you’d think he’s waging war in a foreign land, but the pleasure. Oh, my God, the unending pleasure.
I think I’m going to cry. I don’t know why, exactly, my body just doesn’t know what to do with all this pleasure. I’ve never had an orgasm that won’t end, but it’s getting to be too much. It’s not a single sharp stab of pleasure, it’s not a shooting star in the sky—it’s a fucking comet.
I want to ask for a break, but at the same time, I never want him to stop. I don’t know what to think. Nothing makes sense. Nothing else exists right now, just this, just us, just this otherworldly pleasure that’s so good, it makes me want to cry.
It feels like there’s a furnace against my skin as I hold onto him and continue to ride the high of orgasm. I think he hears me sob in his ear, because Rafe’s rough voice finally rumbles in my ear. “Do you want it to stop?”
“I—I—I don’t know.”
Even as I say it, I know the answer is no. I know from the panic I feel at the thought he knows how to stop it, at the thought that he might. I never want this to end, so I give up and hold on for dear life. On one hand, I can’t breathe, and I need to be able to breathe. On the other hand, what if I never feel like this again in my life?
I’ll take my chances. If I die, I die.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
He slams into me again and again, keeping the support of his hand under my ass to keep my pelvis tilted, but then I start to note more groans, more grunts and pants from him. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I need to come.”
“Yes, yes, come inside me, Rafe,” I murmur.
Before he does, he hunkers down, tips my hips, and with a few more powerful thrusts, sends me hurtling into the most explosive, over the top orgasm I have ever experienced. Thankfully, this one doesn’t keep going, it just throws me over and leaves me a shattered, whimpering mess.
Rafe thrusts deep, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and growling as he comes inside me. His groan of pleasure and everything I’m already feeling wipes out any of the pain that bite might leave.
It takes several wordless, mindless minutes for me to come close to anything like recovery. My mind feels shattered, like a small room where a large explosion went off. Slivers of it will be found here and there for years to come, and it will never be put together right again.
I’ve never felt this vulnerable in the wake of an orgasm before, but then again, I’ve never been fucking destroyed in the bedroom, either. I don’t know whether to accuse him of witchcraft or carve my soul out and hand it over to him, since he’s clearly its new owner. Something is not right here. Dicks aren’t supposed to be able to do all that. If they did, no one would ever do anything else.
Then again, there’s always a waiting list to use the damn thing. Fuck, is this what sex with Rafe is always like? Does it shatter every woman’s mind, and leave her with the feeling of being in a hall of mirrors, with no idea which way leads out, and no real desire to figure it out?
Rafe recovers first. He snakes a strong arm underneath me and pulls me against his incredible body. I snuggle up against him like my body was meant to mold to his and close my eyes.
“Holy hell, Rafe.”
His tone is amused, but not surprised. “Yeah?”
“Holy shit,” I say, just completely lost. “Is that what sex with you is always like? How do women even wait for their turn? How do they not literally kill each other? And why do they leave voluntarily? Are we sure Sin isn’t blackmailing Laurel? Because I have to be honest, even if I hated you with a blinding passion, I would stay for the sex.”
“Glad to see your mouth is working again,” he says, apparently amused.
“I don’t understand. I know you don’t need an ego boost, like, you need it less than anyone else in the world, and you’re probably quite aware of your own sexual prowess, but I’ve just discovered a new world and I need to talk about it.”
“Be my guest.”
“I’ve revised my opinion about your streak o
f abstinence,” I tell him. “I thought it was a good idea, but no. It is an egregious insult against Mother Nature for you not to use that thing. You should use it as much as possible. As soon as it’s ready to go again… I mean, I’m not tired.”
“I’ve gotta say, I am really enjoying this review,” he states.
“Your dick is made of magic.”
“It helps if you know how to use it,” he tells me.
“And you do. As hot as you are, you don’t have to be that good in bed. You just don’t. I just… wow. Holy shit. I don’t even know what to say. Thank you? I think a ‘thank you’ needs to be thrown in there. I feel bad for every woman you have ever fucked. I don’t know where they go from here. I can just retire now, because this is—I’ve peaked.”
Laughing, he tugs me close and kisses the top of my head. “You are delightful.”
“You are a sex god,” I tell him, not even being facetious. I want to kneel at an altar, light candles, and relive the glory that was that sexual experience for the rest of all time.
I’m not always thankful for my memory, but the knowledge that I can relive this over and over again for the rest of forever is a relief.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” he says, giving me a tender squeeze. “I told you you’d enjoy it.”
“You were not mistaken.”
Rafe smiles and tugs me close so he can kiss me.
This is the single greatest night of my life.
14
Virginia
Despite my insistence that I’m not tired, I fall asleep snuggled up against Rafe’s side. At some point in the middle of the night, I’m jostled awake as he turns me over so I’m tummy down on the bed, spreads my legs, and fucks me again.
That time, when I roll over into his arms afterward, he is just rolling back over after discarding a condom. He settles his arms around me and tugs me close, then pretty immediately asks, “You wouldn’t happen to be on some kind of birth control, would you?”