“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered into the darkness, making me blink even more rapidly to clear my vision.
It didn’t help. My confusion at being woken so abruptly by her cleared, only to reveal that the room was dark and that the clock on the wall showed that it was just past three in the morning.
“You don’t know what you’re doing?” I asked for clarification.
My brain was foggy, and I couldn’t quite get with the program.
After my three houseguests had gone to bed, I’d stayed up for another three hours helping Dad man the phones and set up work orders for the men to complete once they were finished with their current jobs.
As of right now, we still had about eight thousand people without power, and they were starting to get pissy.
Then again, I didn’t blame them.
I mean, they had no clue what we were doing, and how dangerous our jobs were. They also had no clue that we were working in such difficult positions.
They just knew that they paid for a product and it wasn’t getting delivered to them.
“Yes,” she whispered against my throat, causing shivers to steal down the left side of my body—the side of my body that she wasn’t pressed up against.
And that was when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Oh, holy mother of fucks.
“Baby…” I rasped.
“If you tell me no, I’ll leave,” she whispered. “But…I want this.”
“Theo, darlin’,” I tried again.
“I’m fairly certain of my decision,” she sounded certain.
“Theo…” I tried once more.
“I’ve been thinking about this—about you—since I left your bathroom in your robe. I pretended that your robe was you…Liner, I’ve never had an orgasm before. Never been kissed. Never had sex. Never anything…I’m literally the virgin Mary here. I had an immaculate conception. One that I don’t remember. Jesus, I just want you.”
I froze.
She was almost thirty years old and she’d never had an orgasm?
“I’ve had a baby, but I’ve never been naked with a man. I’ve never even been kissed,” she whispered.
That’s when my control broke.
She sounded so saddened by that fact that I had to kiss her. I had to show her what she was missing.
And I did show her.
By placing my mouth on hers in a kiss so soft that it could’ve not been there at all.
“I touched myself,” she informed me. “I stayed wrapped up in your robe and touched myself.” She swallowed hard. “I think I did it wrong.”
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and pulled away, knowing that she’d regret this if she allowed it to continue on.
But, when I went to pull away, she followed me, straddling my body with her legs and pressing her bare pussy to my belly.
My cock, which was hating me for confining it in a pair of boxer briefs too tight, stiffened even further than it already was.
Her hair fell around us as she lowered herself down until her mouth was once again on mine.
And that little thread of control that I’d managed to hold on to unraveled, revealing the man that I was within.
The one that I kept hidden from everyone.
The one that wanted Theo with every single cell in his body.
There was no more trying to convince her that this was a bad idea.
Because it was a bad idea.
We both knew it. I knew it. She knew it. Hell, I was sure by the end of this night, even Castiel would know it.
But that didn’t stop me from placing my hands on her hips and pulling her down even harder against me.
That didn’t stop me from taking her mouth in a possessive kiss that showed her what it was really like to kiss a man—especially a man like me.
She gasped and pulled away, but one of my hands moved until it was buried in her curly hair, and I pulled her back down.
I tasted her, devoured her, and ultimately left my impression on her mouth.
She gasped into me, stealing my breath, and I practically shivered with delight.
I was a demanding man.
Out of everyone on this Earth, I was probably the last man that should be showing a virgin that’d never been kissed what it was like to do those things. But…I found myself supremely satisfied that I was the one that got to show her.
That I was the man that she was going to remember being her first in all things for the rest of her life.
I groaned into her mouth and loved the way she started to grind against me, rubbing her extremely wet pussy all over my hard belly.
My other hand came up off her hip to smooth up and down her thigh, letting her know my intentions before I made the move.
She lifted her hips, giving me access, and I took it.
Delving my hand between her thighs, I took one slow swipe from her clit to her entrance, testing her readiness, despite being able to feel it on my belly.
She was absolutely soaked.
So soaked, in fact, that I could fit my cock to her entrance and take her right then and there.
Not that I would.
But I could.
I could notch my cock at her entrance and forge my way inside, taking her in one long, slow push.
She ground her pussy down onto me, begging me without words to do something, so I did.
I swirled one lone finger at her entrance and sank it inside her to the webbing.
She gasped and dropped her upper body down a few inches, causing her nipples to graze my chest, dragging the tips deliciously against my chest hair.
Her head dropping down even farther as she tried to figure out what to do, which sensation to focus on.
Her hair was also tickling against my neck and around my face, causing me to let go of it for a few long seconds to sweep it up and over to one side of her neck, and then re-fist it.
Not that I minded her hair all around us in messy disarray, but I wanted to focus on other things…like withdrawing my finger from her heat and sinking back inside again, this time curling said finger.
She panted and dropped until her forehead was resting against mine, and I inhaled deeply, loving the way she smelled—all soft and sweet and mine.
So, so fucking mine.
“Ride my finger, baby,” I ordered.
God, she was so tight.
Like, the tightest I’d ever felt before, for sure.
I was selective with my bed partners, and the ones that I did take to my bed were definitely not people that I would ever say were loose or well used.
But Theo?
It felt like I wouldn’t fit—and spoiler time, dicks always fit.
But when she started to move on my finger, and her tight walls went even tighter around me? Well, I was seriously considering whether or not she would hate me later when I finally got my cock inside of her.
“It’s not enough,” she breathed. “I want more.”
I added a second finger on her next grind down, and she shook her head, her forehead rolling against mine. “No. I want more.”
I knew what she meant.
She wanted my cock.
She wanted it badly.
I wanted it just as bad, but I wasn’t ready.
I knew the moment that I got inside her I would blow, and if I didn’t get her off first, her first sexual experience would be a big disappointment.
And I didn’t want that for her.
I wanted her to remember this as being the best feeling in her life.
The thing that she thought about on cold winter nights with the covers pulled up to her chest. The thing she dreamed about when she started dating other men when she was finally who and what she was supposed to be—free.
Her mouth suddenly came down on mine, and she shifted upwards, dislodging my fingers that were doing a stellar job at making her climb the ladder to her first orgasm.
“I want to come on your cock,” she breathed. “Please.”
Her begging had my heart stutter-stepping in my chest, and my resolve disintegrating.
I couldn’t help it anymore.
I had to give her what she wanted.
Using my hips, I quickly rolled her until she was lying on the bed beneath me. My hips were now solidly in between her thighs, and she was already bringing her legs up and out, making room for me.
“Please,” she begged again.
I blindly ran my hand up her belly, hating the way I could still feel her ribs and knowing without a doubt that it was much better than it had been.
But that didn’t stop me from thinking she was the sexiest thing to ever walk this earth.
“You’re sure?” I asked, knowing if she said no it’d be next to impossible to stop…but I would.
“Yes,” she promised, her hand coming up my arm, curving around the muscles of my bicep and up and over my shoulder. She came to a stop at my neck, and she pulled me down until her mouth could reach mine.
Then she kissed me, telling me without words just how ready she was.
Her tongue was hesitant and inexperienced. Obviously new to the game of sex and kissing and need.
But she didn’t let that stop her or scare her, trusting me to show her the way of it.
I did, stroking her tongue with mine, breathing her in and showing her what I wanted…what I liked.
Her hand went between us as we kissed, reaching for my cock.
I lifted my hips, her hands finally finding the waistband of my boxer briefs and quickly diving inside.
The moment that her hand wrapped around me, I froze, my mouth on hers.
She sensed my impending doom and laughed into my mouth.
“Please, Josiah,” she whispered.
Not my nickname.
My real name.
The name nobody used anymore.
Nobody but her.
I let go of her hair and started to push at my underwear, quickly divesting myself of them while also not straying far from my place between her thighs.
The moment that my cock sprung completely free, I shifted my hips until I could reach her entrance, and she guided me.
My cock felt liquid heat, and I groaned.
“I’m not gonna last,” I breathed. “I’m already on the edge.”
“Come inside of me,” she urged. “I want you inside. Please.”
I shifted my hips until I was pressing more fully against her, and she never let my cock go. Not until my dick had forged its way inside of her and made it impossible for her to hold onto me any longer or risk not getting all of me.
Which she obviously did not want to do.
“God,” she groaned. “You’re big. Huge. Gigantic.”
I was all of those things…but she was also just as tight, small, and unbroken.
I pushed in harder anyway, then pulled back only to go right back in again.
Over and over I repeated this process, all the while praying to whichever god that would listen that she came and came quick.
Because the way she felt wrapped around my finger? Well, that was nothing compared to the way she felt wrapped around my cock.
Liquid heat. Tight. Soft and hard. God, her pussy was rippling all around me, and it felt like she was spasming and moving, goddammit, there was no way I could hold on.
My brain was already scrambled.
And just like that, I couldn’t find the common decency anymore.
That part of me that said that she should come first.
I broke away from her, letting her hair go, going up onto my fists that were planted on either side of her head.
“Hold onto my arms,” I instructed. “It’s about to get rough.”
Her tiny hands wrapped solidly around my fists and didn’t let go.
I took that as she was ready, and started slowly at first, giving her my full length but also keeping it at about a five.
When she lifted her hips and then her legs, all at once showing me how flexible she was but also urging me to give her more?
Well, yeah, she got all of me then.
My hips started to slam against hers. The sound of our skin slapping paired with the sound of our breathing as well as the headboard squeaking filled the room.
Her breathing hitched, and I wished that I’d turned on a light before we’d gotten started, wanting to see her face to see if I was hurting her.
But the way she was moaning, a slow silent keen, had me guessing that she was feeling just fine.
Better than fine.
“Josiah,” she breathed. “Something’s happening.”
I felt her pussy start to tighten even further and knew that my roughness had been exactly what she needed.
I tilted my hips to a different angle, and that keening turned to a full-on squeal as I hit that secret spot inside of her.
I didn’t have time to smile or gloat because she was coming.
I wasn’t far behind her, either, seeing as I’d been riding the edge of disaster since I’d had my finger inside of her.
Hell, since she’d sat on my chest, really.
I slammed into her harder, finesse all but evaporated.
My thrusts got choppier, and my breath was sawing in and out of my lungs like a freight train struggling to make it up a mountain.
And then my release came, and I was shooting inside of her wet pussy, filling her up with everything that I had to give.
Even after I’d come, I couldn’t stop myself from slowly pumping my hips, loving the way she felt—so wet and so tight.
Like she was made for me.
When I finally came down to lie beside her, pulling her with me sideways so that her body laid the length of mine, my arms were screaming.
I didn’t care, though.
I loved the way she felt—the way we felt.
My cock was now laying wetly between her thighs, and I could feel the coolness of the air on the rest of my body as well.
I reached blindly with my foot and caught the covers, then pulled them up and over the both of us.
It wasn’t until she started to speak that I realized I’d started to fall asleep with her in my arms.
But what she said had me well and truly awake.
“My sister once locked me in the bathroom—in the shower.”
My stomach contracted and everything inside of me froze.
“I was naked…and she started to let men back, one by one,” she said. “They looked at me, taunted me.”
“And when she didn’t get the reaction out of me that she wanted, she turned the shower on—cold. Really cold,” she explained. “We had one of those controls that you had to turn it on outside of the shower. The entire cubicle of the shower was glass, forcing us to put the controls outside of it or ruin the ‘aesthetics’ as my dad liked to call it.”
I pulled her tighter into my body.
“The shower was kind of like yours, with a lot of spray heads. There really wasn’t anywhere to go to avoid the spray,” she confessed. “I could direct them off of me as best as I could, but still, it wasn’t enough.” She breathed out. “Within about ten minutes, I was shaking with cold. Not to mention the men that were still coming back…and before you ask, no, I had no clue who they were. I swear to God, it was like Tara just went and found a bunch of random men to bring back just to fuck with me.”
That sounded like something that Tara would do—at least the one that I was slowly getting to know thanks to Theo’s nightmares.
The one I thought I knew was bad enough, but the woman she was slowly painting a picture of in my mind was much, much worse.
“I don’t know how long I was in there. It felt like days.” She shivered. “The men stopped coming eventually, but the water never stopped, and soon it went from being super uncomfortable to painful.” She licked her lips. “My skin turned red, then a deep shade of pu
rple.” She swallowed hard. “I couldn’t chafe my hands up and down my arms anymore because my skin started to slough off.”
I closed my eyes, barely retaining control enough not to shake with rage.
Barely.
“I started to bleed, and the tile was turning red as the water rinsed it down the drain,” she whispered. “And then Tyson found me…”
I’d never really liked Tyson much.
In fact, I thought he was a pompous douche.
But then he’d shown me that he defended his sister the best way that he could, and I realized that he wasn’t that bad.
Sure, he could’ve probably done more, but the more and more of the puzzle that I got, the more I realized that maybe he couldn’t.
Maybe he was just a small tadpole in a big pond of fucked up fish.
Whatever the reason…I was happy he was there for her when I couldn’t be.
I was also kind of pissed…because regardless, I would’ve done more. I would’ve royally fucked my life up if it meant that she was safe. And later, that her daughter was safe.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She pet my chest, running her fingers along the hair there. “That Tyson didn’t do enough.”
She was a goddamn mind reader.
I still didn’t say anything.
“But Tyson was a small kid back then. Smaller than he is right now,” she murmured. “He and Andy were a ways apart. Where Andy grew tall and bulky, Tyson stayed slender and small. Tyson never stood a chance, just like I didn’t, when we were that age. Tyson isn’t even a big guy now. Andy was, though. Still is.”
She shivered.
But I could see how she thought that.
“Why did they only do it to you?” I whispered into the dark. “Why not Tyson?”
And why were both sets of twins so different? I mean, first you had Tara who had no moral compass at all. Who didn’t care what she had to do to get what she wanted. Then you had Theo who was the exact opposite of everything Tara represented. Selfless, uncaring of what she had to go through as long as those she loved—Linnie and Tyson—stayed safe.
Andy and Tyson, from what I’d heard, were complete opposites. I didn’t know either man well. Sure, I knew that Andy tried to do his level best to fuck Linc’s life up just because he was a part of a motorcycle club—our motorcycle club, The Bear Bottom Guardians MC—that supported the Dixie Wardens MC.
Snitches Get Stitches Page 10