HIS VIRGIN VESSEL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (War Cry MC)

by Nicole Fox

  "Loving you." I said it without thinking but it was absolutely true. Loving Asa was the only thing that felt real and right. Being with him was the only time I had felt like myself, even when I had been pretending to be someone else.

  Asa accepted this with an unreadable expression. "Well," he said finally. "I guess it's a starting point."

  "Sorry." I didn't know why I said it, but it seemed the thing to say.

  Asa shook his head. "Don't be. I mean ..." He shook his head in frustration. "Dammit, if things were different—if your father wasn't trying to arrest me, if I wasn't ten different kinds of bad for you— maybe ..." He trailed off as he looked into my openly hopeful face. "You're like nothing I ever look for in a woman, and everything I wanted and never knew."

  Like a lot of girls who struggle with men and relationships and sex, I read a lot of romance novels, but I had never heard or read or imagined anything more romantic than that.

  "We could still make it work," I breathed, desperate to believe it. "I wanted to go back to the city anyway. If we went together, we could ..."

  "You don't just walk away from War Cry," said Asa grimly, cutting me off. "And if they didn't follow me, then there are others who would. I've made enemies, and some of them wouldn't hesitate to target my loved ones. Which is one reason I don't have loved ones."

  "But ..."

  "No buts."

  "We could start fresh."

  This time he seemed to consider it, and I thoughtI could see in his eyes a dream of what might have been, if only his life had gone differently. But in the end he shook his head.

  "It's not just what I've done, Corinne. It's who I am. And you can't do the things I've done without becoming something very dark indeed. You're a good girl, try as you might to otherwise be. Pretending to be something you're not changes nothing. I'm a bad man. I could trade my leathers for a suit and tie, but sooner or later that stuff is going to come out, and I don't want you around when it does."

  "I don't care!" I implored him.

  "And that's what makes it worse. You'd let me drag you down to my level. And I won't let that happen. If I can do one good thing in my life then it'll be to keep you out of it." He stood. "This whole thing was a bad idea. I should have known better."

  "Well, I'm still glad we did it," I said, still the quiet little rebel.

  He gave me a half-smile. "I am too. But tonight is it."

  I stood up to face him. "Then we'd better make it count."

  I kissed him.

  Chapter Ten

  Asa

  I'd tried my best throughout this conversation to ignore how good Corinne looked. I'd also tried to ignore how much I enjoyed talking with her, even when we were having an argument. Or perhaps especially when we were having an argument—there was something oddly pleasurable about that snappy back and forth. I had also enjoyed getting to know her better, getting a privileged glimpse behind that bad girl façade at the vulnerable, though still strong, woman beneath. She was a quite a girl, and ignoring that fact was more than I could manage.

  Still, I more or less succeeded in sticking to my guns and urging her to keep her distance from me. I said too much;I admit that. Telling her that she was everything I wanted in a woman was definitely an error. But when I stood up at the end of the conversation, it was with the intent of taking her back home and never seeing her again. Perhaps I never should have asked to meet her in the first place.

  But then she kissed me.

  I was a strong man, and there were a bunch of people who had tried to take me down who would have testifies to that (if they were the type of people who went around testifying to things). But a kiss from Corinne found my weak spot and pummeled it into submission. There had been a smoldering within me throughout. That kiss stoked those embers into a raging fire that wouldn't be denied. I pulled her hard against me and kissed her back.

  Perhaps it was what I had been hoping for all along. I could tell myself that I brought her here to say thank you, to say goodbye, to push her in the direction of the straight and narrow and urge her to obey her father, who only wanted what was best for her, but perhaps all that was just an excuse. This was what I wanted: Corinne in my arms.

  As if at some unspoken signal, we both sank back to the ground, our lips never parting, our hands never leaving each other's bodies. I felt Corinne's hands on my belt and a moment later she had undone it, yanked it free, and tossed it away. I pulled off her top and admired her breasts, pushed up by her expensive bra. As I dipped my head to kiss what I had revealed, Corinne tore open my pants and pulled me out into the moonlight. She stared at my swollen shaft in wide-eyed bemusement.

  "It's even more than I remember."

  I had planned to go slow this time, to be gentle with her, recalling that she was still so new to all of this, but neither of us was in the mood for that. In fact, I think neither of us would even have been capable of that. Corinne squealed in excitement as I rolled her onto her back, pinning her to the ground beneath me. She shuddered as I drew my hands down her naked torso to reach her jeans. She whined as I peeled those tight pants down her slim legs, then giggled as I was forced to stop to awkwardly remove her sneakers before I could get the pants all the way off.

  "Now! Please!"

  Corinne was as hot and desperate as I was and I was not about to make her wait. As she flung her legs wide, I pushed into her, making her cry out in delight. She was as tight as I remembered, but also wet from excitement, and soon I was fully sheathed inside her.

  "Wait a minute!"

  I pulled back. "Are you okay?" I certainly had no wish to hurt her.

  "Yeah." She pushed herself into a half-sitting position, grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. This done, she flopped back down the ground, staring at me, her gleaming eyes consuming my bare torso. "That's better. That's beautiful."

  She held out her arms and I descended on her, kissing her and cupping her sweet, young body to mine as I began to thrust in and out, firm and fast.

  "Oh, yes! Like that! More! Harder!"

  We matched each other in desire. It had to be now, it had to be hard, and it had to be fast. Without meaning to, I find myself pounding her into the ground, my hips smacking against hers, driving myself into her right to the hilt. But for all I gave, she responded with as much, arching her hips to meet me, dragging her sharp nails across my ass, urging me on to still greater efforts. She had lost her virginity; this time she wanted to be fucked. And, God help me, I needed to fuck her.

  Even in the cool of the night, the sweat streamed from our bodies as we worked furiously against each other, not caring about the noise we made or the dirty ground we rolled on. Nothing mattered but achieving our ultimate pleasure and achieving it together.

  "Oh, Asa!" Corinne cried out, her eyes rolling back into her head and her body stiffening, then spasming, into violent orgasm.

  "Yes!" I was right there with her, a red mist descending as I pounded away until finally, with one deep thrust, penetrating her to her core, I shot my load.

  "Oh!" Corinne flung her arms and legs tight around me, the tail end of her first orgasm catching light from mine and igniting into a second, still more powerful one, that wracked her little body.

  We collapsed to the dirt and lay, still holding each other, gasping to get our breath back and waiting for our hearts to slow back to something approaching a normal rhythm.

  "Now, that," said Corinne finally, when she was able to speak again, "was lust."

  I could only nod. Lust and love were allowed to go hand in hand sometimes. I ought to have felt guilty for what I had done. Not so much because had broken my promise to Brian Dugas, as he had already misled me, but because I had broken my vow to myself concerning Corinne. But I didn't feel guilty. I felt incredible, like twice the man I was. And happy. I didn't usually feel sad after sex, but to feel this simply and quietly happy—that was new.

  Corinne sat up and tried to brush some of the dust off, only to find it stuck to her with her own sw
eat. "You've made me all dirty."

  I couldn't deny that. "There's water nearby."

  Corinne beamed.

  We left our clothes where they lay as we padded, naked and unashamed, down the hillside.

  "Watch this." Corinne gave me a wicked smile and ran for the cliff edge.

  "Cor!"

  She leapt out, her toned body a perfect diver's line gleaming white in the moonlight, arcing through the air till it hit the water with barely a splash. I watched anxiously and was relieved to see her head bob up, still smiling.

  "You're crazy!" I called down.

  "Your turn."

  I had never dived before in my life but I wasn't about to back down. I took a run and threw myself off, trying to copy Corinne. I doubted it was the most graceful dive, but as I broke the water, I felt pretty good about it. Then, as I surfaced, I found Corinne beside me, draping her nude form over mine, and I felt even better.

  We treaded water awhile, lost in each other's arms, our lips welded together, our bodies moving against each other beneath the surface. Suddenly Corinne pulled back, biting her lip, her eyebrows raised.

  "Are there eels in here?"

  "Maybe, but I doubt that's what you felt." Despite the cold water and recent activity, I was coming back to life.

  "I thought men were supposed to take a while recover."

  "Depends on the girl they're with."

  We swam to the shore and crawled up onto the smooth rocks. Corinne drew me down on top of her.

  "Trapped between a rock and hard place," she giggled as she guided me back into her.

  This time we went more gently (not least because of the perils of making love on rocks), softly and slowly moving against each other, exploring each other's bodies as I stroked easily in and out of her, savoring the feel of her soft tunnel caressing my hard organ.

  "I'm going again," Corinne whispered giddily, her face bright with excitement.

  "Don't go far." I continued to slip in and out of her, keeping her motor running as she writhed through another orgasm, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth 'ohing' in pleased surprise.

  "Ooh! Oh ... It was different that time. Can it happen in lots of different ways?"

  "Many," I said, kissing down her chest.

  "I want to feel them all. Tonight."

  "I'll see what I can do."

  I twisted my hips, stirring her juices and making her screw up her pretty little face in pleasure.

  "Can I try going on top? I want to ride it."

  "Of course."

  I eased myself over, making sure not to slip out of her, and guiding her into a sitting position astride my hips.

  "Oh, that feels so good, buried right up in there." She wriggled deliciously in her seat, putting my self-control to the test. "Can you show me what to do? I want to make you happy. Show me how."

  I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to do much to make me happy, but she was so eager to please and so keen to give back the pleasure bestowed on her. I took hold of her smooth hips and began to guide her up and down.

  "Put your hands on my chest—take the weight."

  Her eyes were closed and she rose and fell on my impaling member in an almost hypnotic rhythm.

  "This is good for you too, yeah? Because it's incredible for me!"

  I laughed. "It's very good for me."

  That was no lie. The feel of her slicking up and down my sensitive meat was almost more than I could stand, but I bit back the need to come. I was going to give this girl the night of her life. If this was our last night, it was going to be our best. I watched the almost comical expressions of pleasure as they passed across her face; smiling, biting her lip, baring her teeth, sometimes wide-eyed in disbelief that anything could feel this good.

  "Oh, no!" This one seemed to have crept up on her as, quite from nowhere, she came again, twisting herself hard against my penetrating hardness.

  "Oh, darling," she gasped. "Oh, it's different again! Oh, I like it like this. I like it when it's different. Oh, teach me, teach me, teach me. I want to learn everything. I want to make you so happy, darling. Oh ...!"

  She might have been babbling, but I took her at her word. I showed her how to squat like a frog astride me as she rose and fell; I showed her how to lean back into a half-crab, dragging my aching weapon into an acute angle and giving her a completely new sensation. I coaxed her down onto my chest to hold her hips and thrust up into her from beneath. I twisted her round on the pivot of my rigid penis into reverse cowgirl which she seemed particularly to enjoy, especially when I gave her taut ass a few light smacks to get her going. Again and again she came, and each time it was apparently different. From there I eased her over onto her side into a spoon position to give it to her with firm deep strokes, my hips cupping her rear, until she went into yet another spectacular come.

  Afterwards we lay still, on our sides, my arms reaching forward around her, hers reaching back around me.

  "Maybe it's different every time," mused Corinne, her voice sated and happy. "What a wonderful life to look forward to if every time is different. Can we stay like this a while?"

  "Sure." I wasn't sure how much longer I could go without coming myself, but resting inside her was very pleasant indeed.

  "I like just feeling it in there," said Corinne, putting a hand on her belly. "So big and strong. Like you. A living breathing piece of you inside me. It feels like its deep enough to touch my heart."

  I flexed my weapon inside her and she sighed.

  "I thought men weren't supposed to be able to last this long."

  "Depends on the man."

  "It's so beautiful here." Suddenly she sat up easing me out of her body. I gasped at the sudden cool air. "I heard there was a cave behind the waterfall."

  "Not exactly a cave," I shrugged. "Not much more than a shelf. The water cascades down in front of it."

  I saw the glint in her eyes and knew what she was thinking before she said it.

  "Do you think we could ...?” Her fingers teased along my lust-bloated length.

  "I think we should." I was in desperate need of relief, but if there was anything I could do to make this girl happy, I was going to do it.

  Corinne grinned delightedly and sprang nimbly to her feet.

  "Come on." She grabbed my hand and hauled me up, then skipped along the bank towards the falls. Where she was getting the energy from, I could not imagine. I was exhausted, and felt almost weighed down by the weight of need in my boiling balls. But one look at her backside gleaming white in the moonlight re-energized me and I set off in eager pursuit.

  Treading carefully on the slippery rocks, we made our way behind the falls into the narrow alcove. To our right was a wall of rock, to our left a wall of water, roaring at a deafening volume. We could not have heard ourselves speak, but there was nothing to say. Corinne came to me, looping her arms around my neck to kiss me. I drew her pert little body to mine and reached down to guide my throbbing organ back between her legs. I saw, rather than heard, her sigh as I slipped back into her, bowing my back while she stood on tiptoes. This would be awkward, but I had an idea.

  Even above the waterfall’s roar, I heard Corinne's shrill squeal as I cupped her tight ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Automatically she locked her legs about my hips and grabbed my shoulders as I began to bounce her up and down in my lap, riding her sweet pussy along my whole length. It was hard work after the night's exertions, but the sight of Corinne's delighted face, loving every second, gave me all the strength I needed. I felt I was on borrowed time now, I should have come long ago and now was holding on just to please Corinne. I felt her internal muscles tighten on me and she came again, holding me close and jogging her eager body up and down against me, wringing every last drip of pleasure from the experience. I wanted to come too, but somehow held back.

  Corinne pulled back a little to kiss me, then looked in my eyes. She saw the heat in them, she saw the need. Her face became serious, and yet still aroused, as if she knew
what was coming. Gently I lifted her off my aching soldier to place her back on the wet rock floor. I now felt swollen to twice my normal size, pumped up to bursting point and so sensitive that the slightest touch would set me off. But I was determined that I wasn't done yet.

  Firmly I took Corinne by the arm, more dominant than I had been before. She went with me unquestioningly, submissive and meek. I placed her hands flat against the rough surface of the rock wall and then guided her hips back so she was standing facing the wall, her perfect ass pouting back at me. A searing wave of lust passed through me, gazing at her as I fingered my beast. This was going to finish as it had started: hard.

  I stooped to push back into Corinne, then yanked her up onto her tiptoes. I could feel her trembling with nervous excitement, knowing what was to come but still thrilled at the thought of it. I gripped her hips in both hands, fingers tight enough to dent the flesh and, without any preliminary, thrust into her hard enough to knock her flat against the rock. I yanked her hips back.