Shimmy Bang Sparkle(18)
“I don’t wanna fuck around with condoms, but to protect this gorgeous pussy of yours, I will,” I said with another thrust of my shaft along her clit.
Using one fingertip, she traced a line from one of my tattoos to the next. I didn’t think about them much, and following her movements between them made me see them with new eyes. “Bareback . . .” she said. “I wish.”
Yeah, see . . . that word on her lips. Bareback. The thought of her thinking it made my balls ache even more. Tangled up in that, though, once again, was the desire to protect her and look after her. “Protect the pussy. Words to live by.” I reached over to open my bedside drawer, where I had an unopened box of condoms. I slipped open the lid and held it out to her.
She tore a condom off the strip and let the remainder fall to the floor. “I think we should get Protect the Pussy on a hoodie.”
“Gimme your address and I’ll have it there before you know it.”
There was that laugh. Giggling, she bit the top of the condom wrapper and ripped off the foil edge. She tried to spit it aside, but it got caught on her lip. I pulled it off for her, trying to stay serious. We were about to fuck. I couldn’t start laughing. But it was hard as hell not to; her happiness was contagious. So was her desire, though, and her smile disappeared as she brought the still-rolled condom down to my cock. Her fingertips brushed against my shaft, and the latex cut the air with its familiar smell. She was awkward about the condom—she had it wrong side up. For as naughty as she was, she also had an innocence that was as surprising as it was adorable. I reached out and flipped it over for her. “That way.”
“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been a little while.”
Fuuuuuck. “You’re kidding me. I imagine guys throwing condoms at you as you pass like confetti at a parade.”
A snort snuck up on her, and she snickered and blushed. “Hardly,” she replied, getting serious again as she rolled the condom down my cock.
Her fingers brushed my balls, sending a pulse straight through me. I resisted the very real urge to fuck her so hard we snapped the condom, busted the bed, and broke the floorboards. But at the same time, I wanted to enjoy her. I wanted to take her slow. “So I’m not your usual Friday night?” I asked her as I took my cock in my hand, put the tip at her opening, and began to push into her. Her eyes met mine, a hard and serious stare—unflinching and focused. I eased her down onto me and pushed into her slowly from below. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her eyebrows raised as if in surprise—a slow, delightful surprise. A surrender even.
“Definitely not,” she said, hoarse and greedy as she took me inch by inch. “Deffffffinitely not.”
She felt so good that halfway in, I had to stop. I needed every second to count. Gripping her hips, I kept her steady. For a second, I savored the feel of her warm, perfect pussy. The way her stomach rose and fell as she breathed. The way she bit her goddamned lip when she looked at me.
I liked her on top. But this time, the first time, I needed to show her who was boss. So with my cock still inside her, I flipped her again. When I had her on her back, I took her wrists in my hand and pinned them back on the bed above her head as I drove into her. “I wanted to take you slow,” I said, our eyes just inches apart. “But you feel too fucking good for that.”
9
STELLA
His thrusts were so forceful that they sent ripples through my entire body. Waves of both pleasure and physical force made my hips, tummy, boobs, and eyes tremble. In the midst of it all, I had the light-bulb moment to beat all light-bulb moments: I’ve never had sex with a real man until now.
Again and again he drove into me, and I was astounded to feel a flicker of what felt like an impending orgasm from the inside out. That was like El Dorado, as far as I was concerned. But he was doing it to me, driving into me straight into the Lost City of Orgasm Gold.
“Oh my God, Nick,” I said. Instantly, he slowed down, looking me in the eye, like he was checking on me. His hands, which had been digging into my ass, possessive like I belonged to him, slid up my back. He pressed his forehead to mine. “Oh yeah?” He’d slowed his thrusts, but he was still hitting . . . the spot.
The spot. The G-spot. G, as in OMG. G for glorious. G for growl. G for great. G for . . .
“Come for me, Stella. Come on this cock. Own this fucking cock.”
Honest to Jesus it was like being in a movie. It was like being in a dream. It was like somehow, I had conjured up the man I’d always wanted to find and poof, here he was. And now he was about to make me . . .
“I’ve got you,” he said, working his hips in a slow undulation. “Just let go.”
But I was into my head too far, and as quickly as I’d felt it happening, it faded away. I’d psyched myself right out. I knew it was nerves, but I couldn’t help that. In the sex intramurals, he was varsity and I felt like I was trying out for JV. The Lost City of Gold was out there, but I didn’t know how to actually get to it. Not yet.
Maybe it was my hesitation, or maybe he read my mind, but in response he flipped me over again, fast and ruthless without a moment for me to squeal or laugh. I was on top and taking all of him. With my tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth I made a noise so primal, it didn’t sound like it had come from me at all. He gripped my waist in his big hands and held me still as he powered into me from underneath.