by Naomi West
Now she starts moving her hips in earnest, she’s fucking me from the bottom. Enough of that. I take over. Finding my rhythm, I start to push into her over and over, almost pulling out completely on each stroke.
She moans and tosses her head from one side to the other as I cover her little body with mine, holding her in place to receive me. Her body pushes back against me even though she’s melting at the same time. I can feel her tensing around me and I know she’s close.
“Dare!” she calls, her eyes open and staring into mine.
Her voice uncages something in me I’ve buried since I started this job, protecting her.
I pound into her, unable to control myself. Rearing back onto my heels, I scoop her up and hold her chest into mine. Her eyes pop open at the new position, but she’s a quick study and her legs wrap around my waist as she works her hips into me.
One arm around her waist, I lift her up and down as I thrust my cock into her over and over again. I can feel her tightening around me like a fist. I can feel her body racing toward ecstasy.
I bite down on my pleasure. There’s no way I’m going before she does.
“Come on it, Alessia. Come all over it,” I growl into her ear. My words must set her off because suddenly her pussy is clenching me as hard as her arms and legs. Her entire body goes tight with pleasure as she moans my name in my ear.
It almost makes me go off but I fight back at the urge. This can’t be over yet. I gently lay her back on the bed, not breaking our connection. I put my hands under her ass, raising her hips to take me even more fully.
“You were born to be this close to me,” I growl, not in control of anything as I pump into her, not even my own words. “Anything farther apart than this is unholy. You fit me so well. We were made for this.”
Her eyes darken and she spreads her legs even wider for me. One of her hands comes up around the back of my neck and she pulls me down over her. My arms lay over hers and my lips take her mouth. I’m pinning her down in every way possible.
“More,” she moans. “I want all of you. Give me everything.”
I thrust into her, faster as I race toward my release. Her wetness is everywhere between us, making our bodies slip and slide across one another as we work ourselves against each other.
The bedroom is filled with the slap of skin on naked skin. Her mouth is on mine, pulling me to her, sucking on my tongue. Our teeth clash in passion and eagerness to be as close as possible.
She breaks the kiss as she throws her head back, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O,’ her pussy tensing again and again. I don’t stop. I thrust into her over and over, my teeth gritted. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of her.
She tries to pull her hands from mine but I hold them tight, thrusting into her. In answer, she lifts her head and clamps onto my shoulder with her teeth. She licks away the pain and then bites down again. The perfect line between pain and pleasure. She screams into my skin as her whole body tightens and stills against me. She’s coming again and I thank God because I’m about to lose it myself.
I think about the mark she’s leaving on me with her teeth. I’ll have it on me for days. Proof that she came so hard she had to bite me. Proof that she gave me her virginity. Proof that I was the first man to ever be with her. And the last, something inside me screams. And it’s on that thought that I bury my face in her neck and tumble over the edge into the sharpest pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Fourteen
Alessia
I blink my eyes against the gray dawn light filtering in through the crack in the heavy curtains. I slept in my bedroom. I feel well rested. The strangeness of this fact hits me.
Last night comes tumbling back and plays over in my mind like a movie. There wasn’t an inch of my body that he didn’t touch. Stroke. Kiss. Bite. I think of him rearing up over me. The lines of his face taut with passion. With desire. For me, Alessia Patrizzio, of all people.
I think of the things he said to me. He spoke to each part of my body. Worshiping me like I was a goddess, like he was speaking spells over me, into me. We didn’t sleep for hours. Every time I tried to take things over, to love on him the way he was on me, he would pin me down. Ravish me. It was like a dam had broken and there was no holding him back anymore.
I turn my grin into the pillow and peek over at Dare. I would scream, laugh, shout for joy, if he wasn’t sleeping. I lift my head a tiny bit to really gaze at him.
Good lord, this man is built. Sleeping naked, face down, one arm thrown up over the pillow, I look him over, admiring what last night had been mine for the taking. His back is all muscular planes and valleys, the early morning light pooling and shadowing over him. My mouth waters as my eyes travel down the length of his legs to his enormous feet. His perfect ass.
And his tattoos. I’d trace them if I wasn’t worried it would wake him up. That had been a surprise. You can’t see a single one of them when he’s buttoned up in his dress shirt and slacks. I never imagined he would have any. But they tangle and trace all down his back and arms. There are large, colorful birds, dancing around one another and bursting into flames over one shoulder. The phases of the moon trailing after one another. There’s a sailor’s anchor. The outline of a country. A coat of arms. And a woman’s name. Small, but there. A twisting cursive over his back left ribs. Mary.
I tear my eyes away from it and try not to let it sour my mood at all. I just need a second to myself. I slide from bed and head into the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, running my fingers through my hair.
I barely recognize myself in the mirror. There are love bites littering my body. Across my chest, under my arm, on my neck. I look down with a little thrill and realize there’s one on the inside of each of my thighs. Elsewhere, my skin is glowing. My eyes are sleepy still, but deep with the residual arousal of last night. My hair is tousled around my shoulders and my nipples pull tight in the chilly bathroom air.
I need to either get some clothes on and make breakfast or I need to get back in bed. But as I emerge from the bathroom and take one look at the gorgeous specimen of man taking up the majority of the bed I know there’s no question of what I’ll be doing.
As soon as I lift the sheet to slide back into bed, one huge paw comes around my hips and drags me to him. I hide my smile in his shoulder and he growls without opening his eyes.
“No getting up,” he says, and pulls me even tighter to him. His hot erection pushes into my hip. I press into him a little.
“It’s almost morning,” I say and run one hand over his back.
“No morning,” he growls, “not real.”
“What’re you smiling about? I can feel it on my shoulder.”
“Nothing,” I say innocently. “I just think it’s cute that you’re grumpy in the mornings.”
“I’m grumpy all the time,” he growls and moves his head from laying on the pillow to laying on my breasts. He rubs his face a little back and forth for good measure, his five o clock shadow scrapes across my sensitive skin and makes me gasp a little.
Somehow, he’s adjusted us so I’m on his back with his belly pressing into my pussy, my legs clasping around his back. One of his hands comes up and tangles in my hair. The other hand slides underneath me and grabs a handful of my ass. His breath starts to even out a little and I wonder if he’s falling back asleep.
“You weren’t grumpy last night,” I say, rubbing one hand down his back.
He grunts and it’s almost a chuckle. “No, I most definitely was not grumpy last night.”
“What, um, would you say that you were, then?” I ask, hating the insecurity in my voice, but I think the morning after she loses her virginity, a girl is entitled to a little reassurance.
He lifts his head and I see his eyes for the first time that morning. They are sleepy and dark and young. He looks rested and carefree and satisfied, hardly the man who days ago had bags under his eyes and looked like a sleep-ridden soldier. I’ve never
seen such a sweet expression on his face before and it literally takes my breath away.
“Are you asking how it was for me, gorgeous?”
I bite my lip and nod, noting the way his eyes instantly drop to my lip. He leans up and takes it in between his own teeth. His tongue laves gently over it and a flood of wetness has me pressing into him. He grunts slightly and releases my lip.
“You have no idea what it feels like to want to suck on that lip and then get to suck on that lip. I’ve been denying myself for way too long.” He reaches up and pushes a strand of hair back from my forehead. “The answer to your question is that I wasn’t grumpy last night, Alessia. I was more turned on than I thought it was humanly possible to be. I was so wildly amazed at your sexuality, your full-bodied presence in a moment. I was so grateful to be touching you, tasting you, fucking you. Fucking you was like fucking a goddess of sex. Part of me is waiting to wake up. It’s like I can barely believe it happened.”
The breath leaves my lungs in one huge puff. “I can barely believe it happened either,” I whisper.
Dare comes up on his elbows over me, aligning my core with his heavy, straining cock. “In a good way?” he asks and I can see the concern on his face. “I know the first time can be a big deal for some people.”
I tighten my legs around his waist and try to bring him closer to me. I want him inside me again. “In the best way. I’ve never felt like that before. Beautiful. Sexy. And pretty much continually coming for like an hour.”
He grins and the smile catches me off guard. It’s like a younger version of himself is suddenly peeking out at me. “You come so pretty,” he says and nudges himself forward a tiny bit, the bottom of his cock slides over my clit and I gasp and tense a little.
“What?”
“I said, you come so pretty.” He lowers his mouth to the crook of my neck and licks a path along my collar bone. “Your hair spreads all out and your breasts stand right up.”
I squirm against his words, slightly embarrassed at what he’s describing. I’ve never really thought about what I look like when I come.
“Tell me,” I urge.
“Your back comes up off the bed and you squeeze me so tight. Like I’m never quite close enough.” He strokes himself across my clit again and lifts his head. Smiling again, he brushes his fingers over my cheekbones. “You’re blushing. Am I embarrassing you?”
I squirm again. “I- It’s just new to me.”
The smile drops off Dare’s face. “Coming is new to you?”
I put a hand over my eyes and shade myself from his laser-like stare. “Not completely new. But I came more last night than I pretty much have in my entire life.”
Dare tugs my hand down from my face and I can see he’s completely serious again. “That’s a crime, Alessia. You were made to come. Coming was invented so that you could do it.”
That one makes me laugh and it makes his cock stroke across my clit again. I lift my hips into him, but he won’t be distracted.
“You never touch yourself?”
His head cocks to one side and he strokes a hand over the side of my face like he’s reassuring me that he’s not teasing me.
I hesitate but, shrugging, I realize there’s no reason to hold back from him. I’ve sat on his face for fuck sakes. “No, not really. I was never comfortable enough. There were always so many people around in my dad’s house. So many bodyguards always following me and standing outside my door. I don’t know. I just never felt like I was really alone.”
A light clicks off in Dare’s eyes and he drops his head to my shoulder. “Not much has changed, huh?”
I tug at his hair and bring him back up to face me. “Dare, this is completely different!”
“How?”
My hands fall back to the bed and tangle in my hair as I search for the words. “You see me. You don’t look right through me or assume that you know what I’ll do or say because of the way I look or because I’m Patrizzio’s daughter. You look harder. You see me,” I repeat.
His eyes blaze into mine and I’m trapped in them. Pinned underneath him and pinned in his gaze.
“Yes,” he says and thrusts forward. “I do.”
He reaches over to the night stand and grabs a condom. Ripping it open and sheathing himself in the blink of an eye.
“And now I want you to see yourself,” he commands and rears back on his knees.
“What?” I ask, unsure of what he means. But he doesn’t answer. With one effortless motion, he flips me over and brings me up onto all fours in front of him. I’ve never been exposed like this before and it’s equal parts arousing and intimidating.
He reaches forward and puts one hand on my chin, tilting my head to one side. He gestures toward the bathroom. I had left the door open from earlier and from this angle we can see ourselves reflected in the bathroom mirror.
He’s towering behind me, cut and tattooed, one hand resting on my lower back and the other on his cock. My hair waterfalls over one side of my head, tumbling to the bed. My nipples are pebbled and my ass is in the air, angled up and begging for him.
My mouth comes open as I take in the erotic scene. It’s so forbidden, so unlike anything I’ve ever done before. One of his hands comes down between us. It finds me, burning and aching for him. He presses his fingers inside me and I find I’m tender from last night, but I like it nonetheless. It feels raw and animalistic and primal. I naturally push back on his hand, and watch as the woman in the mirror does, too. The sight forces a rush of wetness inch down my legs.
Dare grins a feral grin and presses another finger inside of me. “You like this, huh? Watching me finger fuck you from the back?”
I nod distractedly and lick my lips. I can’t take my eyes or my mind from the sight in the mirror. Suddenly, Dare pulls his fingers from me and aligns himself with my core. I’m watching in the mirror, so I know he’s about to do it, but even so, I’m not prepared for the feeling of his broad head spreading me wide.
“Wanna lose your virginity again, gorgeous?” he says, grinning at me in the mirror.
I laugh and feel my body relax around him as he pushes inside. He goes slowly but doesn’t stop until he’s seated all the way inside me. The front of his legs pressing against the back of mine.
“Jesus,” he mutters and clamps his hands on my hips. His face is tight with desire for me. He lets me get acclimated to his size in this new position for a moment, but then he draws out almost to the tip and pushes back in. My back arches and my mouth drops open as I take him.
I push back again, trying to take him even deeper and he grunts, thrusting forward. His hands grip my hips and he really starts to pound into me, mounting me from behind.
I moan as I watch my breasts jiggle and bounce with the force of his thrusts, my small, delicate body dwarfed by his muscular one.
“Oh God. Dare. God,” I clench the sheets in my hands and slam my eyes closed when the sensations start to overwhelm me. All I can do is take his manhood in me as I race toward ecstasy.
My eyes pop open again when one of his hands drops to my clit and he starts rubbing circles around the sensitive nub.
I throw my head back and arch my back, torn between thrusting back on his cock and pushing down on his hand.
“Watch, gorgeous,” he commands and I turn to look at us in the mirror.
His hips piston into me and I get glimpses of his cock disappearing into me and reappearing, shiny with my arousal for him. His hand works against my clit and I’m arching toward an orgasm. My eyes cloudy and unseeing, my hair everywhere, my hands fisted in the sheets and I moan his name like a prayer as everything in me comes apart.
Chapter Fifteen
Dare
“See,” I say as I roll off of her and tie off the condom, “you come so pretty.”
She lays in an inert pile on the bed and hasn’t moved by the time I come back from tossing the condom in the trash. I gather her close and nuzzle her.
“Well, whatever it is, it’s ho
t,” she says and tilts her head to one side, letting me get at her neck.
A feeling rises up through me like bubbles in a champagne glass. I let out a breath and drag a hand over her bare back. Briefly grab a handful of her ass and nip at her shoulder. She lifts her head and smiles a shy little smile that cuts right through me.
What is it about her that speaks to me so deeply? It’s more than the physical. Her hair and eyes and silhouette. Sure. They would call to any man. But it’s the little ways she draws back the curtain for me. The little examples of shyness. The sweet little questions. When she loses her cool and stomps her foot. Her eyes snapping and her voice biting. I'm into all of it. Anything that isn't the act she puts on for her father. Like she's dumb and frigid. That's the Alessia her father knows.