“How could it be a mistake if it’s just one kiss? What will it hurt?”
He cupped my face. His thumb grazed my lower lip. The sensation made my insides thrum. “It will change everything,” he muttered as his head dipped. “Everything.”
If that was the case, I hoped he was right.
He closed his eyes and whispered, “You don’t know what you’re starting, baby girl. You’re playing with fire.”
Chapter Two
The first touch was deliciously soft and tentative. A quiet whisper of seduction. I parted my lips and traced the seam of his mouth with my tongue, asking for the invitation I knew was coming. One of his hands curled around my upper arm, tightening gradually. The other still held my face, keeping me in place so he could continue to tease me, torment me.
It seemed like forever before his lips parted.
My tongue slid inside, tasting cola and mint. I stroked his tongue with mine, slid one arm around his neck and leaned into him, letting his big, hard body support me. Oh, the kiss was divine. But it was not enough. It was only the beginning.
His hold on my arm tightened. The hand that had been framing my face slid down, curling around my neck before dropping lower. It skimmed my collarbone. My heart jerked in my chest. It was moving lower. Toward my breast.
This was what I’d been waiting for, I realized as I stood, trembling against Luke, anticipating his next touch. His tongue did things in my mouth I hadn’t realized was possible. It stroked and explored and, when that hand finally reached its destination, it claimed. My mouth was his. His to savor. His to conquer. His.
And my body. It was his too. I let the dishtowel fall.
Do anything you want. Take me.
His fingertip traced a circle around my nipple, and my spine arched. My body longed for his touch, just as my mind longed for his companionship and my heart longed for his love. We belonged together. We could heal each other’s broken heart. This wasn’t a mistake.
When he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb, I whimpered and plunged my tongue into his mouth. Between my legs my flesh was so hot I could barely stand it. This was agony. Delicious, sweet agony. And I was loving every moment of it.
“Kira,” he mumbled as he kissed a path along my jaw. “Oh, God.”
Oh God was right. I was on fire. My blood was blasting through my veins, fast and scalding. My pussy was wet and empty, pulsing with need.
Holding my arm, he turned me around so my back was to the kitchen island, trapping me between it and his big, hard body. A knee wedged between my legs. Ah, the pressure felt so good. I couldn’t help rocking my hips and back forth, grinding my burning center against his leg. I still had my yoga pants on. Why hadn’t I spilled the cola on them too? They needed to go.
Now.
Right this second.
Luke grabbed my waist and lifted me up, plopping me on the counter. With tongue and teeth and lips he explored the cleft between my full breasts. I wanted him to take one of my nipples in his mouth and suck. Hard.
I braced my arms behind me and let my head fall back, hoping he’d take the hint. “Please,” I whispered. “Oh, Luke. Please.”
“Kira,” he mumbled between little nips and licks. His tongue found the tip of my nipple and I jerked. “Dammit, baby girl. You’re so responsive.”
“Hot,” I said. I reached out, found one of his hands flattened against the counter next to my ass and dragged it over my thigh. I parted my legs and forced his hand there, at the juncture. “Wet.”
“Oh yes.” His hand cupped my clothing-covered sex, making it burn hotter. Planting my hands on the counter, I lifted my hips so I could grind against his hand. “Fuck, I can feel it.”
“Are you hard for me?” I asked, pushing against him. “Take off my pants. Feel how ready I am.” I lifted my hips.
He tugged at the stretchy fabric and it slipped over my hips, pinning my knees together. “So sexy.”
Becoming impatient, I wriggled to get my pants to slide down my legs. It worked. Now all that was left were my lace panties. I took care of those myself, hooking my thumbs in the waist and yanking them down over my hips. It was a little tricky getting my ass off the counter to pull them down the rest of the way. Fortunately, because I was sitting on the kitchen island, I could lean way back, lying down. As soon as they were clear of my ass, I kicked them off.
Luke was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. I was hopeful that was exactly what he’d do. “Shit, we shouldn’t.”
I didn’t want to hear those words. For one thing, they made no sense. He wanted this. I wanted this. Why shouldn’t we? Why? He was single. I was single. We needed each other. We cared about each other. What was the problem?
There was one way to handle this.
Men didn’t think with their heads very well when they had a naked woman sitting in front of them. So I responded by scooting my ass to the edge of the counter and opening my legs. When I’d showered this morning, I had shaved down there. My cunt was smooth, completely hairless.
Based on the fire burning in Luke’s eyes when he saw it, I had to guess he approved.
“I’m so hot I hurt,” I said. “You can’t stop now.”
Luke said nothing. He stood there, his white-hot gaze raking up and down my tight, trembling body.
If he wasn’t going to finish the job…
I reached between my legs and fingered my folds. My index finger found my clit. I pressed. Ah, that felt good. My eyelids fluttered.
“Kira.” His voice was a low growl.
“Yes, Luke,” I said as I drew circles over my hard little pearl. It wasn’t as good as it would be if he did it, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be stroking my own pussy for long.
“You need to stop this,” he said.
“No, I can’t. Not now. Not after you kissed me the way you did, the way you touched me. I want you. My pussy is burning for you.” I looked him in the eye. “I’m a virgin, Luke. I’ve been waiting all my life for this.”
“Dammit, baby girl. I shouldn’t be your first. I’m too…old.”
I slid my index finger into my tight channel. It fit snugly, the stroke against my inner walls causing a charge of erotic electricity to zap and tingle through my body. “Shouldn’t my first time be with someone who cares about me? Who knows me and will treat me right? Or do you think I should give it to some asshole who won’t give a fuck about me the next day? A boy who will pretend it never happened and move on to the next girl?”
His jaw became even tenser, his face even redder. “Yes, of course someone who cares about you. But Kira, you should wait until—“
“What?” I interrupted. “Wait until I’m older?”
“Wait until you’re married.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. A waved the hand that had been between my legs. “I’m not going to wait until I’m married, Luke. So don’t even try to suggest that. It’s not even remotely possible.”
Gently, he pushed on the outside of my knees, forcing them together. “But it’s the best—“
“Did you?” I asked, cutting him off. Was he living in the Victorian ages? I’d never seen this old-fashioned side before.
“Did I what?” he asked, the tension in his face and body suggesting he was nowhere nearly as old-fashioned as he was trying to appear.
“Did you wait to have sex until you married?” I asked.
His expression told me his answer long before he said a word. “No, of course not. But I’m a—“
“You’re a man. Right. It’s okay for men to have sex but not women.”
His face and neck turned a deep, angry scarlet. “You’re twisting my words.”
“Yes, maybe I am,” I snapped, sliding off the kitchen island. “But you’re holding me to a different standard than you did yourself.”
He grabbed my face and glared into my eyes. “That’s because I love you.”
My heart jerked. He loved me. He loved me! Softer, I asked him, “Do
you love me as a child? Or as a woman?”
“A child.” He blinked. His gaze drifted up then down. Not to my tits. He stared at the floor. He was avoiding looking me in the eye.
He was lying.
“Are you sure about that?” I challenged. “Your kiss said something different.”
“That’s not because of my feelings for you. It’s just…I’m weak.” His hands fell away. “Men are weak, Kira. Our dicks get hard whenever we see any woman.”
“You’re weak because I’m a woman now, not a child, and your feelings have changed.”
His gaze flicked to my mouth.
“Kiss me again,” I demanded. “Check for yourself whether you love me as a child or a woman. Find out for sure. I think we both know the truth, but maybe you need more proof.”
“I don’t need proof. I need you to go put on some clothes.” Crossing his arms, he took a step back.
Dammit, why was he being so fucking stubborn?
“Fine. I’ll go put on some clothes.” Furious, heart thumping so hard I could hear it in my ears, I glared at him. “And then I’ll go to a party and find someone who will be willing to finish the job you started.” I made sure I walked as closely as possible as I stepped past him toward the stairs. Maybe that was exactly what I needed to do—lose my virginity. Then he might not feel so fucking guilty for touching me.
I got several steps away when something hooked around my arm and yanked me back around.
“You aren’t going anywhere!” he yelled.
“Try and stop me. You’re not my dad. You’re my roommate. Roommates don’t tell each other what to do.”
“This one does.”
I opened my mouth to let him know he could kiss my ass, but he smashed his mouth over mine, cutting off my words.
His tongue shoved into my mouth and my insides had a party. My empty pussy convulsed.
Tonight, we had both awakened something very powerful--a need, a desire, a longing for each other. He wanted me. There was no doubt. He didn’t want to want me. We would get past that. And we would both be happier for it. I knew it. There was no going back now. As he had said, with that kiss everything had changed.
I looped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. Kissing me like the world would end at any moment, he growled into our joined mouths, cupped my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my slender legs around his waist, hooking my ankles to hold me in place and kissed him back with all the passion I had. He was going to know exactly how much I wanted him.
I felt him climbing the stairs as our tongues twisted and battled. I felt him walking down the hallway and turning. He stopped at a door, my bedroom. He hesitated, turning around so that my back was pressed against the cool, hard wall.
Ooh, I was trapped between his big, hard body and the wall. I loved it! Trembling from need, I raked my fingernails down his thick, strong arms. He was going to fuck me tonight or else. He had to. To refuse would be too cruel.
“Luke,” I shuddered when he nipped the side of my neck. We were both breathing heavily, fast. The sound of our gasping filled the tense silence around us. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” I pleaded.
He bit my neck, the sharp pinch making me yelp and squirm. Oh, the pleasure-pain was almost too much. He knew exactly what I needed. “You are so bad, baby girl.”
“Yes. Bad.” I tipped my head to the side and rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy against him. The scent of my need blended with the delicious smell of his skin. I couldn’t get enough. I gulped in deep breaths and dragged my tongue down his neck, tasting man and salt. “I’m bad. You need to punish me.”
“Yes.” He kicked through my semi-open door and tossed me on the bed. I squealed as I bounced then shivered as I looked up into his dark eyes.
Moving slowly, like a dangerous predator approaching its prey, he walked to the bed. “Come here,” he demanded.
I scrambled on hands and knees to him as he sat on the end of the bed.
“You need to be punished.” He pointed down. “Here. Get on the floor, on your knees, ass in the air.”
My heart skipped a couple of beats as I slid to the floor and rested my tits on his knees. Was he going to spank me?
“Bad girls must be punished,” he growled.
A split second later, I heard the slap. It startled me and I jumped. Then I felt the sharp burn on my left ass cheek. I gasped and wriggled, but he held me down with one arm and struck me a second time on the other side.
This wasn’t what I had been expecting. I hadn’t imagined he would spank me like a naughty child. When his hand came down on my round ass a third time, the disbelief turned to anger. How dare he treat me this way! I didn’t deserve this. All I was trying to do was what every other girl I knew did—have sex with a guy who would treat her with some respect.
Resisting his downward pressure, I used my legs and tried to push myself upright. But he held me in place. He was strong, much stronger than me.
A fifth strike sent tears to my eyes. My ass was on fire. Why was he doing this? Why?
One big, fat droplet dribbled down to the tip of my nose then splatted on the wood floor.
“Luke,” I begged. “Stop. Please.”
“Being bad isn’t all fun and games, is it, Kira?” he asked. His hand, the one that had delivered the stinging pain smoothed over my burning flesh and suddenly I wasn’t hurting anymore. Heat seeped into my body, gathering between my legs. His hand slid lower, fingertips slipping into my slit.
A blast of need rippled through me.
I wasn’t angry anymore.
“Please,” I begged as I inched my knees apart a little to give him better access to my wet pussy. “Ohhhh. Please.”
“You’re a very bad girl,” he said. His voice was thick and rich, like my favorite chocolate and it made my insides melt. If this is what happened when I was bad, I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Yes, I am. I’m bad. I need a big, strong man like you to teach me how to be a good girl,” I said as I writhed. Ripples of need were threading through my body, tugging my muscles into tense knots.
“Yes, you do.” His fingertip dipped deeper, sliding into my untried opening. “Ah, you’re wet.”
“Yes, sir.” Wet and also burning all over. Burning for him.
His finger pushed a little deeper and I shuddered. My body clamped around his invading digit, and the heat simmering in my blood amplified. I was in agony.
“Let me see this little virgin pussy of yours.” His finger pulled out and I bit back a cry of frustration. He helped me off his lap and positioned me on my back with my ass practically hanging off the edge of the bed. “There. Now spread your legs for me. Spread them wide.” He pressed against my knees, forcing them out and back.
Now I was open to his hungry, dark eyes. Vulnerable. Squirming and breathless and desperate.
What would he do next?
Chapter Three
“Damn, that’s a pretty little pussy,” Luke said as he dragged a finger down my slit. “I haven’t seen a cunt that sweet and tight in ages.”
Unable to help it, I writhed under his scorching hot gaze. My blood was so hot it felt like acid as it pounded through my body. I wouldn’t lie still. I could barely think. I hurt all over, ached for the release I hoped he would give me.
He parted my pussy lips, exposing my virgin canal. “When I fuck you, I’m going to stretch you wide. It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care. I’m yours. Take me. Do it,” I begged.
He audibly inhaled. “You smell so good. I have to taste you first.”
Taste me? There? I shuddered. No guy had done that before. I’d sucked my share of cock, though. That was an absolute must to keep my virginity intact. I’d become rather good at it, too. If I wasn’t burning so bad for Luke’s cock, I would have insisted on showing him how much I’d learned. I just loved sucking cock. I loved swallowing cum. I loved it all. As it was, however, this was one time I didn’t want his big, hard cock ramming down my throat. I w
anted it in my pussy. “Please,” I muttered, stretching my legs wider apart.
“You beg so pretty. I like it.” He flicked his tongue over my clit and my spine arched.
“Ooooh,” I heard myself say.
“Mmmm. Sweet.” He parted my labia, exposing my clit completely and swirled his tongue round it. Little circles. Glorious little circles. With each one, a blast of need raced through me like a current of electricity. My eyes clamped shut, enclosing me in a world of whirling colors and carnal heat. My skin became so sensitive that any touch made me shudder. My hearing amplified, the husk of my own gasping breaths sounding as loud as a jet engine.
This was pleasure like I’d never felt. It was too good. I couldn’t let it end.
“Look at that pretty little girl squirm,” he said. “What will happen if I fuck you with my finger? Will you beg me for release?”
I opened my mouth but no words came out. Instead, I arched my back more, my body doing the begging. My empty pussy clenched. It hurt. I needed a thick cock stretching me, stroking away this horrible need.
“You’re begging already,” he said, laughter making his voice light. “Ready?” A fingertip pressed at my tight little cunt. He tormented my clit with his tongue again. And then, just as I was about to cry out in desperation, he shoved it inside. Before I could do more than quiver he withdrew it then rammed it in again. Over and over. In. Out. In. Out. My cunt gripped his finger like a tight fist.
Oh, it was heaven. And hell. As good as it felt to have that finger stroking the nerves inside, I wanted more. I wanted his big, thick cock ramming inside me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Not yet.” He gave my pussy several more pumps with his finger and then withdrew. My cunt was twitchy and hot and wet. I was ready to do anything to get him to fuck me. Absolutely anything.
Blinking open my eyes, I caught him pulling his shirt over his head. Immediately, I started to work on his belt buckle. Once I had that unfastened, I unzipped his pants and shoved my hand inside.
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