by Ray, Marika
Wrapping my legs around his waist came naturally and I’m sure glad it did as I got to experience exactly how he felt about me. Physically, at least. And for now, that’s all I cared about. His lips plucked at mine, demanding entrance, which I quickly gave. I was ready to be consumed by passion and come out the other side a new woman.
His tongue rolled and then thrust into my mouth the same time his hips echoed the movement farther south. My whole body was on fire, the heat from his attention taking all of my focus. My brain, the part of me that wondered if I was making a colossal mistake, went silent and stayed that way, giving me the blessed freedom to pursue what my body wanted. And what that little hussy wanted was Bain, naked and sweaty above me where I could stare at his muscled torso with abandon.
I ripped my mouth away from his. “Less clothing.”
He grunted and found my mouth. Vaguely I registered moving through his house as he kissed me like we never needed oxygen again. Before I could make any further demands, he let go of me suddenly, gravity pulling me back into a free fall. I landed on a soft surface, bouncing once before he was on me again, his lips trailing across my jaw, down my neck, and into the limited cleavage showing above my blouse. I blinked my eyes, wondering where I was only to abandon the mission when he pushed off of me.
“No—”
“Take your shirt off, Lucy,” he interrupted, in no mood for my feeble protests.
I scrambled to get out of my blouse, severely stressing the seams in my haste. But I succeeded, my reward watching Bain’s steel eyes rove over my body, the cool shade now swimming with lust. My boring tan satin bra turned to La Perla lingerie in his eyes. I felt emboldened in a way I’d never been before. If I could turn Bain’s head, certainly I had a sex appeal I’d never associated with myself before.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking his time, like we had all night. My breathing came heavier, either from the expectation of what was to come or from the sight of Bain’s ripped torso being revealed one inch at a time. Dear Lord, his sperm sample would be worth a small fortune on the fertility market.
Bain whipped the shirt off after the last button was undone. A huge family crest and a terrifying dragon lay across his chest and shoulders. As he moved, the dragon rippled, as if in flight.
“What’s that, Lucy?” Bain growled.
I must have made a noise. A moan. Maybe a desperate attempt to keep the drool inside my mouth where it belonged.
His hand drifted down his torso and my mouth went dry, solving one small problem. The huge silver belt buckle clinked as he worked at it. I started to wiggle there on the bed, unable to contain myself, knowing the zipper was next. This was better than every Christmas morning growing up combined. I’d never anticipated a reveal quite like this one.
Bain paused. “Take off your pants.”
He was barking orders like I was one of his inmates, a behavior I didn’t intend to reinforce, but now, with his voice barely above a gravelly whisper, I couldn’t do anything but comply.
The pants flew off with shaking fingers, leaving me in my unmatched bra and panty set. At least the panties were what I’d hoped to be wearing when I had my first sexual encounter. A black lacy thong seemed perfect for the occasion.
Bain must have agreed. His pants flew off in one forceful tug. The plaid boxers fit his thick thighs but must not have been the right size due to the large penis peeking out the top of the waistband.
“You need bigger boxers,” I added helpfully.
The fire didn’t leave his eyes, but I saw his mouth tug on the side. “You sure about this?”
“Sure about your boxers? Well, no, but I’m fairly sure they’re not big enough to accommodate—”
He leaned over and shushed me with a finger to my lips. “No, sweetheart. About having sex.”
I blinked. “Of course I’m sure. You don’t get to be a virgin at thirty-six without knowing your mind.”
His mouth tugged again. “Good point.”
And then he was gone, standing to step out of his boxers. The sight of his erection, freed and out in the wild, brought me back to the first day I saw him. The way his whole body strained as he approached climax. My head started to swim, knowing I’d get another front-row seat to the most spectacular show on earth.
Bain’s gaze took another sweep down my body, so fierce it felt like an actual caress. My skin puckered into goose bumps as every inch fell under his scrutiny. His cock bobbed as he put one knee onto the bed, hitting my thigh and making my mouth water again.
With a thumb under each band of material over my hips, Bain tugged on my underwear and pulled it down my legs, tossing it over his shoulder. He zeroed in between my legs, his rough hands gently pushing my knees to the side, exposing me to him fully. I resisted only a second, but even that tiny pause caught his attention.
“Are you sure you’re sure?” The words sounded forced.
Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously.
A single finger swiped down my slit the second my head movement gave him permission. My hips jackknifed off the bed at his touch. That finger entered me right as he leaned over and flicked his tongue against the part of me that ached the most.
My eyes squeezed shut and I swear I saw heaven or at least outer space with stars dancing behind my eyelids. I became vaguely aware of Bain’s hand pushing down on my stomach, but the sensations were too much. My head was spinning and I wasn’t really sure what all he was doing down there. I just knew if he stopped and asked me another damn time if I was sure, I might just strangle him.
A pressure built in my torso, like a balloon inflating with each stroke of his tongue and each thrust of his fingers, which had multiplied somehow, stretching me in the most delicious way. I couldn’t help but move, needing some sort of defense against the onslaught of nerve endings firing in my body. My legs twisted on the bed and then closed around his head. The balloon popped and I flew through the sky, shuddering as I went, unable to hold myself together.
But still Bain didn’t stop. Even as I blinked my eyes open, wondering where I was and who I’d become after my trip to a magical place I never wanted to leave but had to because it was just too much for a mere mortal to withstand, his mouth began climbing up my body, plucking at my skin.
“Take it off.”
His voice didn’t even seem like his and I wasn’t sure he’d actually formed words. The command was clear, though. He wanted unfettered access to my breasts. Remarkably, a stirring in my gut sparked to life, proving the orgasm hadn’t broken me into a million tiny pieces as previously thought. I squinted, trying to get him in focus. After all, I wanted to see him clearly. See the way his jaw clenched and his neck strained. To know I’d caused him to feel that way, not his own palm.
Bain’s hair was mussed, giving him a lazy look I enjoyed even more than the all-put-together version in his uniform. His gaze left my breasts and lifted to my face, a simple eyebrow quirk telling me I’d better take my bra off quick or he’d do it for me. The rebellious side I’d been cultivating since the goat challenged me at Gabby’s wedding came to life in a way that couldn’t be ignored. I kind of wanted to see what he’d do.
A growl rumbled out of his chest and he dove a hand between my back and the mattress. The next thing I knew, my bra was flying through the air. His finger, still scandalously wet from when it was inside of me, traced down my right breast and circled my nipple. It pebbled faster than a dip in the Pacific in winter. He leaned over me and I lifted a hand to touch his chest, tracing the dragon outline and memorizing the flex of his muscles. If this was my first and only time, I’d enjoy the hell out of it.
Bain batted my hand away after only a few tantalizing seconds. I opened my mouth to argue, but he closed his around my nipple and all words disappeared. I was back in that outer space zone where nothing existed except Bain and me and a whole solar system of sensation.
He let my nipple go with a loud pop, his fingers toying with the other one as he speared me with a heated look
I wouldn’t have guessed possible what with his half-closed eyelids. His jaw clenched and I squeezed him between my thighs, overwhelmed and desperate for more. His cock lay right where I needed him. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, so I simply closed them.
“Last chance to tell me to stop.”
Mixed in with the lust that had me panting, was a ribbon of irritation. Which really summed up how I’d felt about Bain since the very beginning. Fitting, actually. Anger flared and my filter was gone.
I opened my eyes and hit him with a frown. “Give me your damn penis already!”
Bain choked, his eyes dancing. “Jesus, woman. I’m trying to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart fluttered dangerously, like she was reading more into his statement than she should have. He was considerate and I appreciated that chivalry, even as I wanted him to hurry up and give me the goods.
“I just really, really want that cock of yours inside me.”
Bain swallowed hard, his eyes heating to a raging inferno. “As you wish.”
He reached back into the bedside table and handled the protection I’d forgotten about. Something about seeing his huge cock sheathed like that did more to rev my engine than seeing it bare. I’d seen hundreds of bare penises in all states of arousal. But a fully erect one, sheathed and ready to plunge into me? This was a first. A glorious, mind-numbing, spine-tingling first.
He notched himself against me and pushed, the small invasion stoking the flames licking up every inch of my skin. I wanted more even as I didn’t actually know if I could.
“Look at me, Lucy,” he gritted out from a clenched jaw.
He pushed in another inch or two. Everything stretched tight, a delicious tension I loved. I tried to keep my heavy eyelids open, wanting to see exactly what he was doing to me, not because he’d ordered it.
“Quit ordering me around,” I muttered. “More, Bain, more.”
He slid in another inch and I hoped he was all the way in. I could handle this, I knew I could.
“Are you kidding me? You’re always ordering me around.”
He pumped his hips in a quick jerk and slid in even further. Could a woman actually be split in two from a penis far too large to fit? I should have researched this first.
“I am not.” I gripped his dark hair and held tight, enjoying the way he narrowed his eyes at me, even as he pushed inside farther. “Holy hell, Bain, are you in yet?”
He lost the glare and the skin around his eyes crinkled.
“See why I wanted to go slow?” He had the nerve to chuckle. I heard it and felt it everywhere, our two bodies so connected.
“Shut up and do your thing,” I bit out.
He laughed again, the whole bed vibrating from it. He dropped his weight onto me. His fully naked body on top of mine felt like that first bite of chocolate after a long day. I couldn’t really breathe, but that didn’t seem important.
A shot of pleasure spread out from my stomach into the top of my head. If the big oaf would just move instead of laughing at me, this could turn quite enjoyable, I was sure of it. I wasn’t a helpless female. Sure, it was my first time, but I wanted to be an active participant, not a flat pancake underneath him as he laughed. I lifted my head and bit his shoulder, tired of him taking his sweet time.
He popped up onto his elbow, his mouth hanging open. “Did you just bite me?”
“It appears so,” I challenged.
He ran his gaze over my face before a new light entered his eyes. What dragon had I just awakened from slumber?
“Oh, is that how you want to play this, Lucy?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands bracketed my face, holding me still as he plundered my mouth, his tongue not asking for permission any longer. He was taking. He was consuming me.
And I fucking loved it.
His hips started to piston in and out, shallow thrusts that forced a string of moans out of my throat and into his mouth. He was everywhere, surrounding me and not giving me time or space separate from him. The hair on his chest tickled me as he moved, the hands only gripping me harder. The thrusts got deeper, the slide easier, and the sensation headier.
My arms slid around his back, holding him tighter to me. Then I got curious. One hand slid down his back and was just able to reach his ass. That globe of muscle, the one I’d admired behind his work pants, flexed hard with each thrust. My other hand got in on the action, syncing with his rhythm, pulling him into me harder, faster.
Bain ripped his mouth from mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck, before he pushed himself off the bed entirely and pulled out of me.
“No!” I whined, grasping for that trip to outer space that was just within my reach.
Bain stood by the bed, his neck straining, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the mile.
“Turn over.”
“Bain—”
“Just fucking turn over so I don’t hurt you, Lucy. We don’t need to argue about every damn thing!” He reached down and flipped me in a tangle of limbs.
I didn’t even get a protest out of my mouth before he climbed back over my body and between my legs. His big hands grabbed under my hips and pulled them up, my ass now in the air. My face was already pressed into the mattress, which hid my red cheeks. What was going on?
Bain slid back in, his whole body bracketing me, pressing me down into the soft mattress. He thrust harder this time, shaking the bed and creating a delicious slapping sound each time he connected with my cheeks. I felt full, but not overly stretched in this new position. It felt dirty. It was delicious.
An electric current amped up with each thrust and finally surged up my spine in a nanosecond and exploded in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode it out, wondering how soon we could do this all again.
A moan interrupted the pattern of his thrusts and I was vaguely aware it might have been me. I was still floating, enjoying little aftershocks of pleasure, when I felt Bain slam into me one last time, his grunt in my ear, his weight now fully on me. His breathing was harsh for long minutes after as we lay there.
“What are you smiling about?” he whispered, pushing my hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“That was really fun.” I blinked my eyes open and saw his head lying on the mattress, his face turned my way, his gaze traveling around my face in a caress far softer than I believed he was capable of. The truth was more nuanced. Sure, that was fun, but I was mostly feeling smug that I’d gotten the grumpy Bain to lose himself in me.
He smiled, that crooked nose doing nothing to take away from the handsome nature of his face. “Yeah, it was. Glad you said goodbye to your virginity?”
I was blushing, which was silly considering what we just did together.
“Hell, yeah. I think I found sexual heaven in Hell.”
Bain burst out laughing and placed a kiss on my head before pulling out and ordering me to stay put while he got a washcloth.
I rolled my eyes, but stayed put. For once.
19
Lucille
I left Bain’s bed soon after doing the dirty deed the night before, knowing I needed to get home to deal with my mom. She would’ve heard through the gossip grapevine about the attempted robbery at the clinic by then and be frantic with concern. Besides, I knew I couldn’t spend the night at a man’s house without getting the pinched face from her for days on end. Bain had agreed to drive me to get my car and then follow me home to make sure I got there safely only after I promised to meet him at Coffee the next morning before work for a quick breakfast.
I thought it strange he wanted to meet up, but the part of me that wanted more from him—more sex, not anything beyond that, of course—was delighted to accept his invitation. Which was why I was rushing to get to the shop on time, having overslept. Mom hounded me for close to an hour about every detail from the robbery. I appreciated her concern, but part of me wondered if her overattention was in part to make sure she got the details
right when she spread the salacious news to her friends. Then I couldn’t get my eyes to shut as I lay in bed, the bigness of losing one’s virgin status keeping my mind spinning for hours after I should have been sleeping.
The girls had already pinged me five thousand times this morning in our group chat. Thankfully, they seemed more concerned with my wellbeing than the details of the robbery. My encounter with Bain sure distracted me after the robbery, but I could tell I’d be dealing with all of it today.
I passed Poppy at the four-way stop sign. I fluttered a hand in a good-morning wave, but I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for her. She stopped her postal service truck in the middle of her lane and leaned her head out. I hit the brakes and braced myself. Driving a convertible in a small town meant you were accessible at all times to neighborly conversation.
“I’ll be by the clinic a little early today. I expect a full report.”
Well, of course she did. She wasn’t the town gossip for nothing. She needed to get the details straight from the source if for no other reason than to best my mom.
Then she smiled. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Lucille.”
I managed a returning smile and nod before I took my foot off the brake and proceeded down Main Street to Coffee. My insides lurched. I pressed a hand to my stomach and I realized I wasn’t hungry. I was nervous.
To see Bain.
How does one act around a guy you’ve just slept with but don’t have a relationship with? Was there protocol for this situation? I’d heard and seen enough walks of shame to know I was doing things backward. I wasn’t slinking away in shame, I was marching forward with shaky confidence to spend more time with the man who’d given me two orgasms while stripping me of the antiquated virginity status that had haunted me like a dark cloud that never left. According to my tally, I owed him a meal in thanks. So should I order his gross onion bagel and black coffee for him? Or should I expect the man to?
I pulled my Ghia into a parking space and frowned at the workers on the sidewalk. One had a weird post in his hands while the other drilled into the concrete. I scrambled out of my low car, nearly flashing the workers in my short skirt. I’d worn the shortest one I’d bought with the girls last weekend, thinking it might catch Bain’s eye this morning.