Ryker leaned over the edge of the bed and returned with a condom. He tore the package open with his teeth and slid his boxer shorts down. His cock was enormous. It looked like it would tear me to pieces. Ryker unrolled the condom on his length, kicked off his boxers, and lifted my legs. He slowly sank against me until the glans was pressed into my wetness. It hurt when he started to stretch my pussy, but my orgasm left me so wet that my tightness was the only thing that resisted him. He sank a little further and I felt him press against my hymen. I tightened my jaw and grimaced when his glans went past it, shattering the barrier that stood between him and my innocence. The skin tore and I felt even more pain when he started to stretch the area where it had been.
“My beautiful virgin.” He exhaled sharply and started to pull back. “I’m going to savor every minute of this.”
I grimaced when he started to push into me again. It was a strange combination of pleasure and pain. I wanted him, no matter how much it hurt. His enormous cock stretched my pussy to accommodate his girth. He kept going until several inches were inside me and I had adjusted to the feeling. His hips moved a little faster and his abdominal muscles flexed against me. The motion felt good, even if it hurt when he pushed his length deeper. He gave me several quick thrusts that were hard enough to shake the bed and I moaned. He was almost deep enough for his balls to graze my labia. He pulled back and went deep again—a thrust so deep that it teased my g-spot. My eyes opened wide and a smile spread across my face when I felt it being pleasured for the first time.
“That felt really good.” I bit down on my lip and moaned.
“Just wait until you feel me hammer this pussy with everything I’ve got.” A grin spread across his face. “You don’t even know how good it can feel yet.”
Each thrust got better once he was against my g-spot. It was an entirely new sensation—one that made the fire inside me reignite. He kept going until I finally felt our skin touch. Ryker buried his cock deep inside me and after a few seconds of adjustment, he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. The pleasure magnified until I couldn’t feel an ounce of pain. He slammed himself deep inside me several times and it was so good my eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure I felt when his tongue was against my clit started to return, but it was even stronger than before. I felt his dick throbbing, making the thrusts even better.
”You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard!” He clenched his jaw and I heard a growl deep in his throat.
“Yes!” I squealed and started to squirm on the bed when the pleasure got so intense I could barely stand it.
His thrusts got so fast they were like thunder as they crashed into me. The pressure inside me got so tight every muscle in my body was trying to crush my bones. The surge of pleasure pushed me over the edge and I felt the pressure release. The fire that coursed through my veins was like liquid bliss mixed with total euphoria. I had a new understanding of absolute nirvana. I was in the middle of it—loving it—wanting more. I felt his cock start to pulsate and a loud growl erupted from his throat. He exploded inside my pussy as the orgasm seized me from head to toe. My pussy spasmed, massaging his length as he continued to cum. Ryker hammered my pussy until the orgasm subsided and then he slowly withdrew. He crashed beside me on the bed and exhaled so long it sounded like all of the air was pushed out of his lungs.
“Fucking amazing.” He pulled me into his arms.
I’m not a virgin anymore…
Chapter Nine
Ryker
I slept hard with Aurora in my arms after we were done. When I finally woke up a couple of hours later, she was still peacefully sleeping against my chest. I hoped she didn’t regret losing her virginity to me, but the need in her eyes was too strong for me to ignore. She lived a sheltered life and she finally got to embrace the woman begging to escape from that prison. It was more than just sex for me. It was a honor. We would always have that moment, even if our paths went in opposite directions once it was time for her to go home. I hated that thought. I had found myself enthralled in the arms of many women in my life, but it rarely meant anything. I shielded myself from those feelings. It was probably good that Aurora wasn’t going to be around for long, because she was the kind of woman I could fall for—hard.
“I haven’t slept that good in years.” Aurora’s eyes slowly opened and she shifted on the bed, which caused her to grimace. “Ow—you really gave it to me good.”
“Oh, I held back a lot.” I looked down at her and chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’ll get easier.”
“I hope we get to do that again before I leave.” She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “It felt really good.”
“In that case, we’re going to do that a lot before you leave.” I rolled to the side and put my hand on her hip.
“I’m curious about something, though.” Aurora scooted closer and bit down on her lip. “What is it like to be shared?”
“What do you mean?” I raised my eyebrows inquisitively.
“I don’t know. I was just thinking about what you said—that the two of you wanted to share me. Is that something you enjoy? Like a fetish?” She blinked a couple of times.
“Not quite.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ve had some bad luck when it comes to love.”
It had been a while since I verbally dove headfirst into my emotions, my past, even—especially—Cole’s sister, but I found myself spilling everything to Aurora. She was so easy to talk to. Perhaps a part of it was the simplicity of what we had, the enjoyment of a moment without the promise of a future, tangled in an experience that truly did matter. I felt like I was sitting in a confessional without the fear of judgment. The truth was buried in there somewhere—the ability to share someone with Cole and avoid any sort of emotional tie. It allowed us both to stay detached while enjoying the pleasure of what was right in front of us. I needed that a lot more than Cole did. My thoughts were conflicted more than they had been lately, especially after Cole tried to set something up that could have easily landed me back in his sister’s bed. He had redeemed himself by calling off the bet, but it still left me a little disconnected from the man I considered a brother.
“I guess I can understand why it’s hard for you.” Aurora nodded and sighed. “I didn’t expect it to be that complicated. I thought it was just something the two of you liked to do.”
“Why the sudden interest? You seemed appalled by the idea this morning.” I looked down at her again.
“I don’t know…” She shrugged and stared aimlessly—I could tell there was more to it than that.
“You can be honest with me.” I squeezed my grip and pulled her into a tighter embrace.
“Maybe I’m having those same thoughts.” She exhaled sharply and drew her breath again. “You’re the first man I’ve ever been with and I’m laying here in your arms thinking stupid things.”
“Like what?” I raised my eyebrows inquisitively.
“Really stupid things. Girl things, mostly. I know it’s dumb and just the afterglow of having sex for the first time. I don’t want to get all gushy on you.” She pulled away from my embrace and sat up.
“It’s okay to feel that way.” I sat up and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “Your first time is supposed to be special—and it’s supposed to be with someone you really care about. I’m sorry.”
Fuck, I took advantage of this beautiful sheltered girl. Why am I such an idiot? Of course it is fucking with her emotions.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not sorry at all.” She brought a hand up and wiped underneath her eye where I saw the hint of a tear. “I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I’m just sitting here realizing that I’ve missed out on so much. I haven’t dated—heck, you were the first guy that I even kissed.”
“Then I’m honored.” I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “But I’m still sorry that I pulled you into something like this when you weren’t truly ready for it.”
“I wanted it to be nothing m
ore than sex. I mean, you’re amazing. You were so nice to me. I didn’t want to be the girl scared of having fun with someone like you.” She shifted on the bed and looked at me. “I knew it wouldn’t be anything more than that from the beginning.”
“In another world, perhaps.” I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “But this is Sin City, where fantasies come to life.”
“I think I’m ready for another one.” A slight smile formed on the edge of her lips. “I want to be that girl—the one you wanted me to be from the beginning.”
“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side in confusion.
“The best way to push past this is to embrace it—enjoy the moment, right?” Her smile got a little wider. “So, I want the two of you to share me, just like you planned.”
Wow. I didn’t see that coming.
“Are you sure?” I blinked a few times in surprise.
“No emotional attachment. We’re just having fun. That’s what it is supposed to be, right? So, I want to live in the moment like a normal person.” She leaned forward until her lips were against my ear and she was purring. “Share me, baby—show me how much the two of you wanted me when you saw me in the lobby.”
“I’ll—I’ll call Cole.” I felt my cock getting hard when her lips brushed against my ear. “But not yet. I want you all to myself one more time.”
I pushed Aurora back against the mattress and stared into her eyes for a moment before grabbing another condom. I quickly unrolled it on my dick and pushed my glans against her wetness. Her pussy was still tight and felt amazing on my cock. She grimaced when my length fully penetrated her, but once I started to thrust, I saw excitement on her face. Moans started to rise up in her throat when I got some momentum. I leaned forward and destroyed her lips with my lust, pushing them apart and forcing our tongues to intertwine. It might be the last time I had her to myself, and I wasn’t going to waste it without tasting her delicious kiss. My hips moved faster with every thrust and her moans got so loud that even my kiss couldn’t silence them.
“That feels so much better than last time! Wow!” Aurora’s lips broke from mine and she gasped as her head rolled back against the mattress.
Being inside Aurora—watching the pleasure stir in her eyes while her body squirmed beneath mine—it was almost intoxicating. My hands moved along her body and it was practically sizzling against my touch. I squeezed her nipples and teased them until they became two hard nubs. It was hard to separate passion from the lust. I loved the way she felt in my arms. I wanted to devour her and keep her in my arms forever. Those kinds of thoughts were dangerous. They could push me past the point of enjoyment. I tried to mentally shield my thoughts and just focus on the act—it was sex. We weren’t making love. We were just chasing the high and the release. If I let myself fall over the edge into oblivion, I would never escape. I wouldn’t be able to let her go. She was beautiful, alluring, and everything that could make my wildest dreams flourish into reality. I couldn’t let that happen.
“Harder!” She dug her fingernails in my shoulders and moaned. “I want to feel you explode inside me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” I leaned against her ear and bit down on it as a growl rushed up from my throat.
“I want it all.” She moaned louder and I felt her body tightening underneath me.
I slid my hands down her body and rose up between her legs. I squeezed her thighs until I had a tight grasp and started to hammer her so hard my hips thundered against her frame. She wanted it hard, and I could make the bed shake if she could handle it. I wasn’t normally a rough lover, but if she wanted the fury, I could bring it. It only took a dozen hard thrusts for her body to start quivering. I felt her pussy spasming as the bed creaked underneath the weight of my hardest thrusts. Her mouth opened wide and she started to squeal when the orgasm consumed her. I wasn’t done. I wasn’t going to stop until she was nothing but a worn out shell of spent lust. I forced one orgasm easily and the second was a little more challenging. I still had more in the tank—more lust to unleash against her body. Her pussy spasmed so hard it was difficult to keep thrusting, but I pushed my limits. The third orgasm nearly set her on fire.
“Oh my god!” Her body shook and she dug her nails in so tight I could feel them breaking skin.
“Beg me to cum!” I leaned forward and growled into ear.
“Please!” She purred with a weak gasp. “Please cum inside me!”
My body was so close to a release that all it took was a couple of unbridled thrusts to make my balls tingle. Cum surged through my shaft and filled the condom. I kept the pace going, even after my load was starting to drain, because I felt her orgasming again. The thrusts slammed into her g-spot and I felt ropes of cum shooting from my glans like a cannon. Her pussy milked my shaft as she spasmed, pulling every drop of my seed into the condom. As soon as I ejaculated, I felt my arms getting weak. The fury had left me covered in a thin layer of sweat. I crashed into the mattress beside her like dead weight, reaching out to pull her into my arms. I was definitely in dangerous territory. I wasn’t just chasing my release when I was inside her. Our bodies melded together in shared bliss. It was the kind of thing that could make me feel the same emotional response she was feeling after I took her virginity.
“Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I’ll call Cole.” I reached out and traced her body with my fingertips.
“Okay.” She nodded, but her eyes remained closed.
“I’ll warn you—he’s a bit rougher than I am.” I exhaled and looked over at her.
“After what you did to me, I can handle anything.” A weak smile formed on her lips.
“I hope you’re right.” I let my hand fall to the bed.
Cole may be the only thing that keeps me from falling headfirst into something she isn’t ready for—something impossible. Sharing her will sever the emotional rope that’s trying to tie us both in a knot.
Chapter Ten
Cole
Earlier that day
“Fuck, it’s been a long time since I woke up with a hangover.” I sighed as I stared at the cards on the table. “You boys might be taking advantage of me today.”
“Is that your latest trick?” The man in front of me with slicked back blond hair and a Southern twang in his voice chuckled. “You think we’re going to believe you’re too hungover to play cards?”
“I wish.” I sighed and lit up a cigarette. “Okay, I call.”
I lied to Ryker when I told him that I wasn’t leaving to play poker. He would have tried to stop me if he knew where I was headed. I just didn’t have a choice. I needed to quickly double the money in my pocket so I could afford to get by and pay some of my debt. The best place to do that was at the weekly game hosted by the Vegas Scourge MC. It was a rough crowd, and sometimes it broke out into a fistfight if the wrong guy lost too much money, but I had to risk it.
I didn’t need to clean them out, I just needed to score a few pots and call it a day. I hoped that wouldn’t create too much havoc. I had lost enough money at their table in over the years that they owed me a few good hands. My plan was to play it smart, gamble on hands that were relatively safe, and lose a little once I had more money than I needed on my side of the table. If I left after a few disastrous losses, they wouldn’t care that I was leaving with more money than I walked in with.
“Interesting.” Grit, the leader of the Vegas Scourge MC folded his hand and tossed his cards. “I guess you’re having a lucky day, Cole. I fold.”
“It always turns around eventually.” I reached out and gathered the money in front of me. “That’s why you let me keep coming back.”
“We let you keep coming back because we’re waiting on you to put on a jacket.” Grit smiled and nodded. “One day you’ll take us up on that offer.”
“I’m just a gambler.” I shook my head back and forth. “I respect you and your club, but that life isn’t for me.”
“You sure about that?” Grit
tilted his head as the cards were dealt again. “I hear you’re in over your head with Johnny Ciampa’s crew.”
“Word gets around, huh?” I lifted my cards and stared at what was surely going to be a losing hand unless the flop was in my favor. “I got it under control.”
“Maybe, but if we’re hearing about it, you might want to watch your back.” The blond man with the slicked back hair raised an eyebrow. “I hear Johnny won’t be running that operation much longer with Carlos in prison. The new boss might not be so understanding.”
“Oh?” I folded my hand and leaned back, taking a drag off my cigarette. “Why is that?”
“There’s a new guy in Vegas—a guy named Thaddeus.” Grit turned his attention towards the other man and called his bet. “He’s been picking up some of the slack since Carlos got locked up, and he’s not someone you want to fuck with.”
Thaddeus—fuck.
I knew that name and he definitely wasn’t someone I wanted to fuck with, much less owe money to. He didn’t do much business in Las Vegas while Carlos was in control of Sin City’s criminal underground, but with Carlos gone, there was a power vacuum. It had been a year since Carlos was arrested and things had been a bit chaotic as others scrambled to take over the things he used to control with an iron fist. Ryker and I had put our criminal past behind us long before that, so none of it really affected us. It seemed that I wasn’t going to be totally immune. One thing was clear—I had to pay Johnny Ciampa everything I owed him before he answered to Thaddeus. It would only be a matter of time. Johnny didn’t have much of a crew, and they paid Carlos for protection so they could run their small time loan shark business. If they didn’t have that shield, they wouldn’t be in business very long unless they were Thaddeus’ puppets.
“I’m all in.” Grit leaned back and smiled. “Better have a winning hand this time, Cole.”
And I don’t—fuck.
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