“Only you, Kent.”
“Why?” he asks simply. “Let’s be honest here. I’m gorgeous, I know it.” He pauses to give me a sardonic smile. “I’m not bad looking. Neither is James. He’s pretty damn handsome. And Zeke’s all right if you can get over that backwards shit. Why me?”
“For the same reason you made an exception for me. There’s something about you. It’s so incredibly attractive and magnetic I can’t help it. I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. I can’t explain it. It’s how I feel in here.” I touch my heart. “There has to be more there than attraction. I want to get to know you. The real you. You haven’t let me.”
“What if you don’t like what you find?”
“What if I love it?”
He shrugs, but I can tell my answer has made him uncomfortable. He’s squirming around the word love like it’s a snake in his bed. I won’t say that again until I absolutely have no choice. Until all other words fail me and love is the only one that describes what I’m feeling.
“I want to get to know you too,” he answers gruffly. “I want to know you without all of this bullshit in the way.”
I want to touch him but he’s all the way on the floor. “Please sleep with me.”
“Baby steps.”
“We already slept in my bed together.”
“I was drunk. That doesn’t count. And it wasn’t my bed.”
“Then let’s go sleep in my bed.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” he promises, looking at Willow’s picture on the mirror.
I ignore the party still raging and open my bedroom door. There are two naked humans conjoined at the hip and twisted in my sheets. The man is pumping into her like she’s his everything and her nails are digging into his back like he’s going somewhere. I quietly close my door and go back to Kent’s room. He raises his eyebrows at me.
“Samantha and Trevor are having sex in my bed.”
He laughs. “You’re kidding?”
I make a face and he laughs harder. “I keep walking in on people having sex.”
That makes his smile fall. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Twice,” he adds apologetically. “If I had to see you with another man I’d…” He can’t even finish. “You’re way too good for me.”
I lock his bedroom door. “Get in your bed.”
“You’re bossy,” he says, backing away from me as I stalk him.
I grab him by his hips and start pushing him backwards. “Get your ass in that bed and sleep with me.”
He falls back onto the bed and I stand in front of him. He puts his hand on my waist and pulls me until I’m straddling his lap. Our chests are pressed together and his face is so close. I plunge my fingers into his hair and move so my legs are wrapped around his waist. There. Now he can’t leave.
His hands run up and down my back slowly, tempting me, destroying me. I know it’s wrong, unhealthy, and disastrous even, but I want to be with him right now.
I find his mouth and kiss him, easing his lips open and putting my tongue inside until his meets me halfway. He tastes so damn good. Like whiskey and the chewable mints he was eating in the kitchen. I want to be one with him. I want our bodies wrapped around each other until I can’t tell where I begin and he ends.
I don’t want this to end.
His hands tighten around me, pulling me against him. I tilt my head to the side more so I can reach the inside of his mouth even deeper. I’ve never kissed someone this way before, like they were worth losing everything over. As if their breath was somehow more important than my own. If he let me go I would fall apart. I would break, crumble, and succumb to the disaster he’s wreaking inside of me. In his arms I’m whole in a way I’ve never been.
I know he’s feeling the same thing. I can sense it in his lips. They match my movements. No one can kiss this deeply if they’re not falling apart themselves. I pretend he’s leaving Willow behind and reaching for me. Our mouths become desperate. We’re pleading with the other, begging for something we ourselves do not understand yet.
He leans back on his bed and takes me with him. I inch higher on his lap and connect with the risen hardness of his erection. It’s like a mountain between my legs. I’m done for. Our passion sweeps over me. I know it’s like in the bathroom all over again. The pool is happening again and I can’t stop it. I rise off his lap, take my lips back, and yank my black top over my head.
“Raina,” he groans, mad I broke our kiss. “Give me back that smart mouth. I need it.”
“Take your shirt off.” I am on fire. I reach behind and undo my bra. My breasts ache when I set them free. I can’t see straight.
His eyes take my body in. I can feel them sliding over my skin, chasing away my insecurities. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rain.”
My nipples harden under his stare. Being exposed in front of him is an unbelievable turn on. I’m glad it’s Kent I’m giving myself to. I’m glad I waited all this time for a man I wanted instead of settling for one who only wanted me. He reaches up and cups me in his hands. The sensation of his warm skin on my tender breasts is torture. I arch my back, pressing myself against his palms. He gently twists my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, tugging on them in a way that makes the heat between my legs moist and starving.
I shove my fingers under his shirt and start pushing it up his chest. As I do I kiss his skin, starting with the fair line of pubic hair poking out of his red jeans. I caress my lips and tongue over the silky hair. Beneath my mouth his stomach muscles are contracting. I move up his body, sliding my tongue over his abs. His skin tastes salty and sweet. I revel in the taste of him. He tastes so good my drool coats my tongue as I get to his chest. Between my legs he grinds against me, moving my hips so we can connect. There are too many clothes in my way. I push his shirt the rest of the way and then yank it over his head.
With my palms splayed across his chest I lean down and kiss him again. He growls and grasps the back of my head, shoving his tongue into my mouth so deeply I could swallow him.
“I want you so bad, Rain.” He pulls back to look into my eyes. “I’ve wanted you since you knocked on my door. Do you have any idea how hard it is to stare at a girl you want all day and know you’re not even good enough to breathe the same air as her, let alone touch her?”
I’ve never felt so wanted, so needed in my life. It drives me crazy. “Do you have any condoms?” It’s not romantic, but romance can come later. Right now I want to be with this man.
That’s all it takes. Dark, intense naughtiness enters his eyes. He’s an animal and I’m a half-unwrapped piece of meat within biting distance. I want him to bite me.
“First I want to take care of you. I have to eat your pussy.” As he talks his fingers find my nipples again. They tug harder, and I gasp, pushing into his touch. “I have a feeling it’s sweet, and right now I can’t wait to have your sugar all over my tongue.”
I try to ignore the intense rush of fire burning its way from between my legs to my brain. I can’t think straight. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything I want?”
“Anything.” I moan when he leans up and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks on me hard, pulling my flesh between his teeth. Kent is killing me. The sensitive nerves in my nipples must be hardwired to the rest of my body because the moment he bites down gently I feel it mostly between my legs. I push against his erection until I find some relief. “Anything!” I shout.
He chuckles against my nipple and pulls his face away, flicking his tongue against it. I feel like I’m already so close. “Don’t you dare come already.” He lets my breasts go and in a flash I’m on my back and he is hovering over me. “You’re not coming until I make you come. I’ve been thinking about it, Rain. How good your clit probably tastes. Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
I writhe on his bed in agony.
He drops between my legs and his stubble scrapes against my inner thigh. His fingers expertly unzip my
shorts. I lift my hips so he can get them over my backside. My black panties are darker in the middle. Kent kisses my inner thighs slowly, sliding his tongue and heat up them as we lock eyes. The hunger in his mirrors my own. We are ravenous and each want the other. If it were up to me we’d be done already. We’d be spent, sweaty, and panting in the afterglow of our lovemaking. But it’s not up to me. For once I want a man to touch me exactly the way he wants. I want to trust him.
He gets close to me, painfully close, and then starts in on my other thigh. When he gets to the end his tongue doesn’t stop. He licks right over the wet spot on my panties. My eyes roll in the back of my head. His tongue presses against me hard enough to elicit a cry of pleasure. Soon his fingers are under the waistband of my thong. He pulls on the strings as he peels them down my legs temptingly slowly. When I set my feet down I open my legs wide right in front of him, granting him access.
The action is so erotic I fear I may combust.
His head disappears between my thighs and then I feel his tongue slide right over me. We are both plugged in. He growls and shoves his face against me, tasting me like I’m his last meal. I fall back down and grip the sheets. His warm tongue feels like wet heat on me. I have never experienced anything like it. I rise on my elbows and watch his tongue push into me. It’s naughty and painfully amazing. He pushes on my thighs, opening my legs as wide as they can go. When his tongue moves up to my clitoris, I explode around him like I never have before. My eyesight disappears and my hearing dulls. I can’t do anything but feel. The pleasure rolls over me, blanketing me in its fog.
I grip the sheets and grind my hips against his tongue, wanting more.
But he lifts up without giving it to me. He puts his middle and index finger into his mouth and sucks on them.
“We need to warm you up. Don’t come again,” he warns. “Then next orgasm comes from me. You taste so good, Rain. I could’ve stayed down there all night tasting your tight pussy. I’d miss school for it. I’d give up sleep for it. But right now I wouldn’t give up being inside of you for it.” As he talks his fingers search until he finds my opening. He eases his fingers inside of me, moving them around and readying me. “Does this feel good?”
“It feels so good.” I don’t even sound like me. I’m husky and wanton. I’m sexy.
“It’s going to hurt. There’s no way around it. I’m going to try and be gentle, but I have a feeling once you’re wrapped around my dick I’m not going to remember anything.”
“Mhm,” I moan, as his fingers fill me deeper. I don’t hear anything he’s saying. “More, Kent,” I beg. I want more of everything. I’ve waited too long and I want it. “I need more.”
He slowly slides his fingers out of me and then slips them back into his mouth. Our eyes connect. His are dark and sinful. Watching him taste me is so sexy I can’t stand it.
“Make love to me, Kent, please.”
“Are you begging me?”
“Yes.”
“Do it again.”
“Please, Kent. I want you.”
He grins and bounces out of bed. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks, rummaging around in the top drawer of his dresser.
“No. I’m naked, begging, and wet. I don’t think so.” I roll my eyes. Honestly.
“That smart-ass mouth…”
I watch him take out an open box of condoms. “Did you already use some?”
He digs into the box and nods. “I guess so.”
“I want a new box.”
He gives me an exasperated look but shoves the old box back in his dresser and pulls out a fresh one. Right before he turns around he pauses to glance at Willow’s picture. I watch his face in the mirror. He takes her picture and drops it in his top drawer and then slams it shut before returning to me.
He undoes his belt and zipper. In the next second Kent is naked. His jeans and boxers are in a heap on the floor and he is standing completely open to me. I marvel at his body. His narrow hips and enticing abs. His happy trail leads down to his golden pubic hair. His penis is long and hard, wrapped in tight pale skin and want. The sight of it makes me swallow.
“You’re beautiful, Kent.”
He crawls to me on the bed with a hungry look. “I was thinking the same thing about you, Rain.”
Very slowly he rests between my legs. He takes the condom and rips the package open with his teeth. I watch him roll it over his thick hard erection. A small part of me is wondering how it’s going to fit. It’s too big, I decide just as he finishes putting on the condom.
He braces his hands on either side of my head and looks into my eyes. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to give this to me? Stop me if you don’t. Because I’m not going to stop myself.”
“It’s yours.” There is no doubt in my voice.
“Shit, Rain.” He kisses me roughly. “If it hurts too much tell me and I’ll try to stop. Don’t keep going if it hurts. Got it?”
“Got it,” I whisper. I don’t have it. How can I get it? I’ve never done this before.
Painstakingly slowly Kent lowers himself between my legs. His penis eases into my opening. It’s like he flipped a switch. All of my fears fade away, and the fire he lit earlier roars back to life. He teases me for a few more seconds with the head of his penis, coating it in my wetness, before he finally enters me. At first the sensation is too mind-blowing to think about anything else. I’ve waited so long for this. That it is finally happening is overwhelming. The feeling of him teasing me is so thrilling and new. But Kent is going slowly and I don’t understand why. He watches me carefully. I bite my lip and moan when he fills me a few more inches. But those last few inches make me realize what he’s worried about.
“Kent,” I whimper.
There’s a tight pinching pain deep inside of me that blasts my bliss away. I grip his arms tightly as he pushes into me, shattering my virginity. That last thick inch is pure pain. He leans down and presses his face into my neck, resting on his elbows as he remains there. He doesn’t enter me any more as I adjust to the feeling of being full for the first time.
“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
I suck back my sob and press my lips to his cheek. “No. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I’ll go slow the entire time if you need me to.”
“Will that be hard for you?”
“Yes,” he admits.
“Go slow.”
In answer he finds my lips. He kisses me deeply for a long time before he moves. I sense him trying to make up for the pain. I hiss, still not free of the ache completely, but his lips won’t allow me a voice. He slides back inside of me slowly, his movements measured and intentional. After a few more minutes it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad. Kent is patient and loving, kissing me so passionately the fire begins to sizzle again. He coaxes the embers until I’m blazing once more.
“Go faster,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“Oh thank you, Rain,” he stammers. He collapses on top of me and thrusts into me deep and hard.
But I still get the impression that he’s holding back. I’ve seen him in action. I know how he likes it. I open my legs wider and gasp in pain and pleasure as he stretches me. He groans in my ear and I get my wish. Kent pumps into me deeply, his face in my neck, his hot breath in my ear.
“Rain,” he whispers. “I hope you love what you find.”
My head is fogged from him. I’m nothing but skin and sweat and moans. Eventually the pain leaves me completely and it is only pleasure. Hot, searing pleasure. He feels so good inside of me, so thick, filling me deliciously. He knows exactly how to move his hips and how much is too much. Kent and I lose each other in ourselves. We are feeling something so damn incredible I wonder how I’ve lived this long without it.
I dig my nails into his back as I feel it coming. I know this one is going to be different. I’m already falling apart and it isn’t even here yet. “Kent!” I scream, smothering my mouth against his. When it gets here it sw
eeps over me like a fog. I am consumed by it. It is hot, intense, and paralyzing. I can’t move. My entire body seizes up and I start to convulse around him. He pumps into me faster, reaching for his end.
“Can we do it together?” I don’t want to do it without him.
“Right now. Come with me, baby.”
I detonate around him, flying high as my wings are set on fire. And he’s there, his wings blazing with my own.
“Please,” he repeats over and over again as he pumps into me. Finally his hips still and my eyes are having trouble staying open.
We both fall back down to earth, the ashes from our wings racing us to the ground.
“This might hurt,” he warns, lifting his body off of mine.
I hiss in pain and bite my lip. When I look down there’s blood on the condom. He touches a wet puddle beneath me and his fingers come away red. I blush all over.
“Don’t be ashamed, Rain. A little blood isn’t going to scare me.” He leans down and kisses my stomach. “I’ll clean you up. Don’t move.”
I tiredly watch him put his boxers on. He grabs something out his closet and then leaves the room. I don’t move an inch while he’s gone. I’m too sore to move and too tired and hollow to understand what’s happening around me. A few minutes later he returns and jumps on the bed. The music’s off and the party sounds over. He touches my knees and then parts them so my legs are open for him. I feel something wet and warm against me. He wipes me clean. When he pulls away the white rag is covered in blood.
He tosses the rag on the floor and then lies down beside me, pulling me against his chest on top of the covers.
“How was it?” He nuzzles my ear.
“Perfect.” I hug his arms to me and snuggle against his chest.
“Wouldn’t change a thing?”
“Nothing.”
“Not even the pain?”
“No,” I whisper, dozing off in the middle of my answer. “Because it felt so good after the pain was gone.”
“I hope you can still say that tomorrow. And the next day, and the one after that…” He kisses my cheek as I fall asleep.
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