Ruined by the Rebel

8. Bess

“Oh Mylanta!”My chest heaved with the effort of sucking in a breath. I’d never been so worn out from lying still before. But I’d also never had a man’s tongue making contact with the most intimate part of my anatomy.

Triton had me spread so wide I should have been flushed with embarrassment. Instead, I was on the verge of begging him for more.

“You taste so good, Sugar Pie. Fucking delicious.” He bent his head and plunged his tongue inside of me.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t reach his shoulders, so I grabbed a fist full of his hair instead. I’d read about sex before but had never experienced it firsthand. No one ever wanted to mess with the preacher’s daughter, but Triton didn’t seem concerned.

He put a finger inside me and shifted his mouth to my clit. Something deep in my core was building. I moved my hips, grinding against his chin. The feeling grew until every muscle in my body tensed.

“That’s it, Bess. Let go.” His words were muffled by my thighs.

A low moan rolled through me. I didn’t know what was waiting for me, but I sensed I was almost there. Triton sucked at my clit and stars exploded behind my eyelids. Noises poured out of me… grunts and groans and a long, drawn-out squeak. My bones melted and my body soared.

“Hang on, Sugar Pie. Let’s see if we can extend the trip.”

“I can’t.” Everything was too sensitive. Just the feeling of his breath on my skin had me fisting the sheets in my hands. “It’s too much.”

“Wait for it.” He reached up and ran his thumb over my nipple. It immediately hardened.

The same tightness I’d felt before coiled in my core. When he circled my clit with his tongue, the tightness gave way. Pleasure coursed through me, the same as before but deeper and more intense. I was caught up in a wave and didn’t want to let go.

“What did you do to me?” With warm pleasure still coursing through my veins, I tried to tug him up so I could kiss him.

“You liked that?” The smug smile plastered across his lips proved he already knew the answer to that question.

Deciding to mess with him, I shrugged. “It was okay.”

He rolled onto his back and laughed. “Just okay, huh?”

“Fine. It was fantastic. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”

He propped himself up on an elbow. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Looked like the best way to kill a romantic moment was to hint at being a virgin. Noted.

His eyes narrowed. “Has no one done that to you before?”

I didn’t want to lie, but I was afraid if I told him I’d never been with anyone before him that he’d run away as fast as he could. “Maybe.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“What if I am?” I tugged the sheets up to my chin, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“Aw, baby.” He shook his head. “I’d say I’m a very lucky man. I can’t believe I got to be the first man to taste you, to lick your sweet, wet pussy and make you come on my tongue.”

I was almost too shy to ask, but my body craved more from him. It felt like he’d cracked a window, showing me what was possible. Now I wanted it all. “Can we do more?”

“We can do whatever you want as long as you’re sure.”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

He gave me a crooked grin. “You don’t have to be so polite, Sugar Pie. Tell me what you want. You should never be afraid to let me know what feels good, what you want more of, and what turns you on.”

“I’m not sure what turns me on. I don’t have much experience.”

“You will after I get done with you.” His words held part promise and part threat. They also sent a ripple of heat straight to my core. “We’ll figure it out together, what you like and don’t like. Sound fair?”

“What do you like?”

Triton let out a soft laugh as he rolled on top of me. “All of it, Sugar Pie. Every single bit.”

“Will you show me?”

His smile faded and his face took on a more serious look. Then he bent down and kissed me. As his tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, his hand skimmed down my side until he reached between my legs and circled my clit with a thick finger. I’d already come twice, but as soon as he touched me, my nipples hardened. It was like he could flip a switch and immediately make my body buzz with need.

“I’m going to stretch you a little bit, so it won’t hurt so much when I take you,” he mumbled against my mouth. Then he slipped a finger inside. “So fucking wet. You make me so hot, Bess.”

Maybe it was hearing my name on his lips or the feel of his finger gently gliding in and out, but something inside me shifted. A hollow ache pulsed between my legs, urging me to seek release.

“Patience, my little minx.” Triton added another finger alongside the first. “I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I trusted him. Not just to keep me safe from whoever had threatened my family, but to protect me in every possible way.

When he was sure I was ready, he undid his jeans and kicked them off along with the tight boxer briefs. I wanted to see all of him and got my wish when he got up and headed out to the front room. Underneath the black ink that twisted over his arms and back, he was all muscle. My heart pounded in anticipation of what we were about to do.

Then Triton came back, a square packet in his hand. He stood by the side of the bed, letting me get a nice long look at what he had to offer. With one hand holding his penis, he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

“Do you want to put it on, or do you want to watch me do it?”

“Can I try?”

He nodded and handed me the circle of latex. I got to my knees and slipped my hand underneath his penis. He groaned in appreciation. Then I started at the tip and slowly unrolled the rubber all the way down his length. Trusting he wouldn’t rip me in half, I laid back on the bed and waited.

“The first time is probably going to hurt a little, but I promise it’s going to get better.” He leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle.

Though my nerves rattled, I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. I braced myself, expecting him to plunge into me, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. His fingers skimmed over my skin and his lips closed around one nipple then the other, sucking them into taut peaks. By the time his penis laid heavy against my thigh, the need to feel him inside me had grown so strong that I didn’t care how much it hurt.

“Look at me, Sugar Pie,” he commanded.

I stared up at him, willing to do anything he asked.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me.”

Nodding, I locked my gaze with his while he pushed into me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. Shivers exploded across my skin. Pressure built then gave way with a sharp pinch. “That’s it, baby.”

He moved slowly in a rhythmic push and pull that had me teetering on the edge of something bigger than both of us. I dug my fingertips into his shoulders, desperate for whatever was waiting for me. Then he shifted, changing the angle and sending me flying.

Waves of pleasure pulsed through me, each one bigger and stronger than the last until I exploded around him. He pressed soft kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose as I came down from my high.

“You, okay?” His whisper against my ear sent another shiver through me.

“I didn’t know it would be like that.”

“What was it like, baby?” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me like what I was going to say mattered.

“It felt like…” I struggled to find the words to describe it. “I don’t know. Like touching the sun, maybe.”

“Touching the sun. I like that. Let’s see how many times I can make you touch the sun today.”