17. Lola
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LOLA
M y body is still trembling with small aftershocks from the orgasm that rolled through me. I can’t believe that just happened, but there was no part of me that wanted it to stop.
I was terrified the entire time that he would. I’ve never felt that way before. Totally out of control. Handing everything over to another human being and letting go.
It was addicting.
But the way he’s looking at me right now... That I can do without.
His handsome features are contorted in confusion and betrayal as he stares down at me, asking how I couldn’t tell him I was, in fact, an almost thirty-year-old virgin before tonight.
He’s not exactly looking at me like the freak I am, but I still don’t like it. “What does it matter, Hayden?”
“Really?” His intensity holds me prisoner along with his solid, muscular body. “It matters.”
“It really doesn’t. It wasn’t like I was waiting for marriage or for religious reasons.”
He doesn’t move, his eyes pinning me as they track my lip movements and then lock on my eyes. “Then why?” His gaze trails lower, down to my bare breasts and then back up to my face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“You really think that’s all that matters when losing your virginity?”
He climbs off my body and moves to the edge of the bed, his hand raking through his thick dark hair. “I don’t know. I...” He tosses me a look over his shoulder, looking uncertain. “Why me?”
“Like I said, it’s not that big of a deal.”
He looks almost guilty as he looks away from me and out the large glass window in the bedroom. It’s dark, and there isn’t much to see, but I get the feeling he doesn’t want to look at me anymore.
Totally naked, I feel exposed, but still I force myself to sit up and move behind his body, careful not to touch him. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
I watch his jaw tense, the vein in his neck pulling tight. “You should have warned me.”
“What would you have done then? If I would have told you before you were inside me?” He turns so I can see his handsome face and the sexy black stubble on his cheeks and chin, making me momentarily flush, thinking about how it felt against the bare skin of my neck and breasts. “Would you have stopped? Been gentle? Serenaded me?”
He grins and then scoffs, trying not to laugh. “No. I don’t fucking sing.”
“Too bad.”
“Lola.”
He’s being too serious. I don’t want this to be a big deal. “I didn’t want any of those things. I wanted you to fuck me in your own style. I wanted you to be you.”
There’s something unreadable in his eyes, he continues to look guilty as I bring my hand up and brush it over the stubble on his cheek. He grabs my wrist, holding my hand in front of his face. “Did I hurt you?”
I’m deliciously sore, but nothing I can’t handle. My thighs are still slick with arousal, and truth be told, all I can think about it doing it again and again. “No.” I smile. “Everything you did, I liked. A. Lot.”
I maybe inflating his ego far too much, especially because he’s already an egomaniac, but I don’t want him to regret what we did.
I loved giving him all the control, his hands pinning mine to the bed as he thrust inside me. I enjoyed every second of it, and for the first time in my life, I understand how sex can be like a drug. My eyes drag down over his chiseled chest and the ridges of his abs.
“How were you still...” He releases my hand and grips the back of his neck. “How had you never had sex before?”
I shrug my shoulders, covering my breasts with my arms. “I don’t know. I dated some in high school, but never anything serious. And then, I just became laser-focused on my career. I didn’t go out. I didn’t date.”
“You don’t have to date to fuck.”
I roll my eyes but can’t stop smiling, still feeling the high. “That’s very romantic.”
“Thought you weren’t a romance girl.”
I laugh. “I’m not.” I stand up and find his white button-down, pulling it on and using it as a robe, not bothering to button it and then sit back down next to him on the edge of the bed. “I honestly thought I was asexual or something.” I bite my bottom lip and look away from him, embarrassed by my own confession. “No one has ever sparked my interest long enough for me to want to go to bed with them.”
It’s true. I’ve never felt the way Hayden makes me feel. I’ve never been excited about sex before. I jolt back to awareness when I feel his hand under my chin, his fingers holding my jaw and urging me to turn my head to look at him. “I’m an asshole.”
I know he thinks he is. It’s written all over his face. But his lips press against mine, and everything fades away like every cheesy chick flick I've ever seen. “Why did you pull out?”
He pulls away from my mouth, but his hands are on my hips. “I know you’re new to sex and all, but if I come inside you, that’s kind of how babies are made.”
I tilt my head to the side and glare at him but fight laughing. “You really are an asshole.”
He shoots me a cocky grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t grab a condom. I should have. I guess I got lost in the moment too.”
“I’m on birth control.” His eyebrow lifts in obvious confusion, and I roll my eyes, “Irregular menstrual cycle. I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen.” My lips brush over his as I straddle his lap, gasping when I feel his cock stirring to life again between my legs. “So, this time,” my lips drag over his neck and then up to his ear, “come inside me.”
He looks pained as I move my hips against him, wanting him to enter me, but he doesn’t move. Instead his hands fly to cup my face, and he look me dead in the eye. “You trust me way too much.”
“Why? Have you forgotten to wear a condom before?”
He shakes his head, still holding onto me. “No. Never.” Somehow—and no, I can’t explain it—but somehow, I already knew that. “But you don’t know me, Lola. I could be a liar.”
My eyes are wide as I stare into his dark and stormy ones. His dick is fully hard and ready for me, resting between my legs, and all I want is him back inside me. “Are you lying to me, Hayden?” My voice is a harsh whisper as I turn my head and take his thumb between my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip, making him groan.
“I’ve never fucked anyone bare in my life.”
I smile and suck on his thumb, grinding against him, shameless and reaching between us, wrapping my hand around his thick cock, guiding it to my entrance. “Good. Then fuck me.” I lean forward, his hands moving to my hair as I bite his bottom lip. “And don’t be gentle.”
“Aren’t you fucking sore?”
I smile and kiss his full lips, nipping again on the bottom one. “It’s a wonderful ache, and I want more.”
He groans, and I hate the hesitance I see. “I’m afraid I won’t ever get enough, Lola.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
He nods his head yes as his lips press against mine for a punishing kiss before he thrusts inside, filling me as my hands grip his shoulders. I move with him, riding him, and this time I take control.
His hands fall to my hips, letting me set the pace. “Fuck, Lola.”
I smile against his lips as we kiss, and I take his length inside of me over and over again. The tip of his cock hits a spot deep inside me that makes me see stars on every stroke. My mouth moves down his neck, and I bite his shoulder while his hand snakes over my stomach to my breast, pushing his shirt out of the way.
He rolls my already hardened nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching it and causing my pussy to tighten around him, pulling a groan from both of us.
I’m close to my second orgasm, and my clit rubs against his cock as I slide up and down at the perfect angle and press my chest against his. “Hayden,” I moan breathily as my entire body tenses and pleasure takes over.
Both of his hands are back on my ass, gripping it tightly, pushing me further onto his cock as I come and feel him jerk in me, coming inside me as I requested.
Oh. Shit.
I am completely addicted to that feeling.
And I know I am in trouble.