The Lie That Traps (Lies and Truths Book 1)

30. Gulliver

GULLIVER

My nose is buried into the curve of her neck, and she smells like sweet sweat, filthy sex, and fucking lies. She never said a thing. She was a fucking virgin, and she never uttered a fucking word.

I took her virginity by pulling her panties to the side and slamming into her untouched pussy because she didn’t fucking tell me that I was the first person to get into her perfect virgin cunt.

I didn’t even make her come first. I didn’t get a chance to swallow down the taste of her innocence. I didn’t have an opportunity to smell her virgin hole before I defiled it. She stole all of that from me because she never fucking told me.

I’m furious.

I asked her to pretend with me, but I wanted her to pretend that we were together. I wanted her to pretend that she was truly mine. I didn’t ask for her to pretend that she wasn’t a fucking virgin.

I’m mad at her and at myself, and I’m mad that she robbed this moment from both of us.

Fuck, she’s not even naked. I fucked my girl for the first time. I pushed through her virginity and claimed her as mine, and she’s still wearing her panties and a fucking sports bra.

I’m an asshole. Anyone else would have stopped the moment they realized it was her first time, they would have been gentle and apologetic, but not me. I fucked her harder because I was so angry for not treating her the way she deserved. But she didn’t push me away, she clawed and pulled at me, clinging to me while she came on my cock, screaming my name like a fucking goddess.

Carefully lifting my hips, my dick slips out of her, hitting my thigh with a wet slap. Turning my head, I stare at her, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. She has every right to fucking hate me, but I can’t see any anger in her gaze. Sliding my arms beneath her back, I lift her off the bed, holding her to my chest.

When her arms loop around my neck, I press a soft kiss against her temple and hold her tightly, kicking off the sweats I didn’t even bother to fully take off as I walk us into my bathroom.

Her eyes are hooded and confused when I lower her to her feet.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her lips as I kiss her gently, the way I should have kissed her earlier.

She kisses me back tentatively like she doesn’t know what to do or say, but when I pull away, her body sways toward me. Pushing a strand of hair that’s come loose from the knot on the top of her head behind her ear, I press a soft kiss against her fluttering pulse. “I’m sorry.”

Carefully, I run my hands over her ribs, prying her sports bra up and over her head as she lifts her arms into the air. I kiss each nipple in turn. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Kneeling down, I press a kiss to her stomach, then peel her cum-and blood-soaked panties down her legs, waiting as she steps out of them. Resting my forehead against her stomach, I press a kiss to the top of her mound, my gaze falling to the folds of her sex that are tinged pink with blood.

When a shaky exhale falls from my mouth, she carefully places her hand on the top of my head, tentatively stroking her fingers through my hair. “Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask quietly.

“I didn’t even think about it.” Her words fall away, and silence hangs between us. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it fucking matters,” I roar, jumping to my feet.

Flinching, she jolts backward, and I drop my chin to my chest and inhale slowly, forcing myself to calm down. “I wouldn’t?—”

“I know,” she interrupts. “You might be a lot of things, Gulliver, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I hurt you tonight.”

“It’s not the same,” she scoffs, fidgeting and doing her best not to look at me.

“I would have done things differently if I’d known.”

Lifting her startling violet gaze to mine, she asks, “Why?”

“Because you don’t fuck a virgin the way I just fucked you,” I growl, brushing my knuckles over her pebbled nipple, drawing a path down her ribs and over her stomach until I reach her sex. Carefully, I drag my finger through the folds of her bloodstained pussy, ignoring the way my dick hardens when she instinctively parts her legs to give me better access.

“If you didn’t fuck me like I was a virgin, how did you fuck me?” she asks, her voice raspy, as her eyes follow the path of my fingers, until she watches me part her folds, finding her clit with the tip of my finger.

“I fucked you like I own you,” I rasp, circling her clit, then dipping lower until I find her entrance and slowly push my finger inside of her.

I freeze at the sound of her sharp gasp, watching her face until she relaxes and her lips part.

“I fucked you like your pussy belongs to me.” Much more carefully than I’ve touched her so far tonight, I fuck her pussy with my finger, slowly filling her, then retreating over and over until her hips start to move, chasing my finger, eager to be filled all over again.

“I fucked you like I wasn’t pretending. I fucked you like you were already mine,” I confess, slamming my lips to hers and swallowing down her moans when her cunt clamps down on my finger and she comes with a pained cry.

When her pussy stops fluttering, I slide my finger from inside of her. “You should have told me,” I rasp against her lips.

Turning away, I press the buttons on the shower controls, and moments later, steam begins to fill the room. When I look back at her, her eyes are laced with confusion, her teeth gnawing nervously on her full lower lip. Lifting her off the floor, I urge her legs to go around my waist, and she complies, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips like we’ve done this a thousand times before and I didn’t just steal her virginity with no care at all.

Walking us under the shower, I hold her tight to me as the water washes away the sweat and shame from our bodies.

“You need to put me down so I can get the blood off,” she whispers.

“No,” I rasp, my eyes closed, my head resting on her shoulder.

“Gulliver.”

“No,” I bite out, a little of the anger that’s still torturing me slipping into my tone.

Loosening her hold on my neck, she stretches her arms out until she’s almost leaning back, forcing me to look at her. “I’m fine. I had to lose my virginity eventually, it’s not a big deal.”

Frustrated, I unhook my hands from beneath her butt, letting her feet fall to the floor. Grabbing her wrists, I break her hold on my neck and take a step back. “It is a big fucking deal. I hurt you.”

“A little, but it was always going to hurt. It makes no difference if you caused the pain or someone else did.”

Unbidden jealousy plows through me at the thought of another guy’s cock being inside her, and I growl, closing the distance between us and wrenching her body into mine. Palming her nape possessively, I dip my face, forcing her to look at me. “Shut the fuck up, Izzy.”

A hint of a smile curves at the corners of her lips, but she nods.

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her, slow and deep and drugging. Without thought, she pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses me back, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, trying to get as close to me as possible. I kiss her until some of my anger starts to fade, long enough that all ideas of pretense are washed away and all that’s left is us.

When I pull away, she follows me, but I turn, searching for the soap. Finding it, I squirt some into my hands and start to wash her. She squeaks in surprise, like she hadn’t considered I’d want to take care of her, but she doesn’t try to stop me when I glide my hands over her skin. Starting at her arms, moving to her shoulders, then down over her collarbone, I circle over her breasts, pausing for a minute to tease her nipples, before I glide my fingers down her ribs to her stomach, then between her legs.

I spend more time than I absolutely need to washing her thighs, pussy, and ass, working my fingers all over her as I clean her arousal, blood, and my cum from her skin. She watches me silently, eyes hooded, as I fill my palms with more soap and run my hands up and down her legs, turning her around so I can wash her back and neck.

Massaging my fingers into her scalp, I wash and condition her hair, then urge her to step forward, lift her arms, and guide her so her palms are flat against the tile wall. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes unsure as I press lightly on her back, silently ordering her to bend forward.

It doesn’t pass me by that I’m putting her in the exact position I fantasized about seeing her in earlier. But as much as I want to get my dick back into her hot, tight cunt, I won’t fuck her again tonight.

Pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck, I trail my lips slowly along her spine. Palming her perfectly round ass, I press a kiss on each cheek before I stroke a single finger down and over her tight asshole, smiling to myself when her entire body tenses beneath my touch.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve taken enough virgin holes tonight.” I chuckle, dropping to my knees on the tile floor and dipping my finger lower to tease at her sex. Sliding my hands back onto her ass cheeks, I palm her, spreading her wide before leaning down and licking a hot, wet stripe along her cunt.

Squeaking, she straightens and jumps forward, twisting around to look at me. When her eyes find mine, I smirk, then tip my chin, gesturing for her to get back into position. Slowly, she bends back over again, resting her palms on the tile as she pushes her ass and pussy into my face. Laughing, I slap her ass, then start to eat her sweet cunt, licking and sucking as she writhes, gasping and whimpering around my mouth. Releasing one cheek, I slide my hand around her thigh, finding her clit and starting to work it in slow, rhythmic circles.

Her breathing gets louder, and her hips move from side to side as I tease her. “Oh god. Gulliver, oh my god,” she pants breathily.

I double my efforts, fucking her with my tongue as I rub her clit until her hips are jerking, and she comes with a cry, shouting my name as she explodes around my tongue. Shuddering aftershocks ricochet through her as I lick her through her orgasm until she finally stills, her head falling down between her arms, wet hair hanging over her face.

Pushing to my feet, I run my hand over her hip, loving the small moan she makes and the slight tremor that follows my touch. “You alive?” I ask quietly.

“Not sure,” she rasps, her voice rough as she lifts her head, turning to look at me before she slowly straightens. Chest heaving, she rests her back against the shower wall and watches as I get clean.

My dick is rock-hard again, but I ignore it as I slide my hand behind her back and pull her to me. As soon as she’s close enough, I dip my chin and press my lips to hers. “Have I orgasmed you into silence?”

She nods, still not speaking, and I laugh, pushing her wet hair out of her face.

“Come on, Little Ghost, use the restroom while I get you some Tylenol.”

“Why?” she asks quietly.

“You need to pee so you don’t get a UTI, and you need Tylenol because I took your virginity and fucked you hard until you came all over my cock. You’re going to be sore.”

Taking her hand, I lead her out of the shower and wrap her in a towel. When she lifts her arms, I gently push them down. Carefully, I dry her skin, then use the towel to squeeze the water from the bottom of her hair. Once I’m done, I pinch her chin between my finger and thumb and lift her lips to mine, kissing her once, twice, three times, before I reluctantly release her and step back. “I’ll give you some privacy and grab that pain reliever.”

Digging out a bottle of Tylenol from my overnight bag at the back of my closet, I pull a bottle of water from the small refrigerator the designer had built into the bottom of my bedside cabinet, then turn and watch the bathroom door, waiting for her to be done.

When the door finally opens, Izzy steps into the bedroom, clutching the towel she’s wrapped around her to her chest, her eyes darting from me to the bedroom door and back again, like she’s trying to gauge if she can leave without me stopping her.

“Come here,” I call, crooking my finger and walking toward her at the same time.

“I should…” She points to the door.

“Come here, Little Ghost,” I say, reaching out and taking her hand the moment I’m close enough. Pulling her toward the bed, I freeze when I spot the dark bloodstain on the sheets. What the fuck do I do in this situation? It would be fucked up to call Beth to have her change our virgin-bloodstained sheets while we stand and wait, right? “Let’s sleep in your room,” I suggest.

“Together?” she asks, her eyes wide.

Arching my brow, I look down at her. “You don’t want to sleep together?”

“Er, I didn’t…I wasn’t…it’s a little weird though, right?”

“My fingers, my tongue, and my dick have all been inside you tonight. No, I don’t think us sleeping together in the same bed is fucking weird,” I hiss, taking her hand and unceremoniously dragging her from my room and across the hallway into hers. Slamming the door behind her, I rip the towel from her body and throw it toward the corner, then I point to the bed, my jaw tight. “Get in.”

“Gulliver.”

“Get in the fucking bed, Izzy.”

“No,” she snaps, her hands landing on her hips, her pose indignant despite the fact that she’s completely naked.

“Izzy, you’re really fucking trying my patience. I’m doing my best not to behave like a complete Neanderthal, but for some reason, you’re deliberately making that difficult. So just get into bed so we can go to sleep and I can stop feeling like the fucking devil.”

Her expression softens a little, and I relax, grabbing the edge of the comforter and holding it up for her to climb in. “You’re overthinking this, Gulliver. It’s just a little sex; we don’t need to make this more than it is,” she sighs.

Dropping the comforter, I scoop her off the floor and throw her onto the bed. Ignoring her startled shriek, I climb in after her, clamping an arm over her waist and curling myself around her.

“Just fucking stop,” I snap, reaching for the comforter and pulling it over us while she wiggles and tries to free herself from my hold.

“This is ridiculous,” she moans.

“Izzy, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t shut up and go to sleep, I’m going to stop worrying about how sore you are and fuck you again. I don’t know if you’re trying to be cute or if you really are just oblivious, but my dick is rock-hard and ready for round two. He doesn’t care that I’ve already been too rough with you, and if you keep grinding your sexy butt all over my cock, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from rolling you onto your stomach and fucking you until you’re coming all over my cock.”

When she stays quiet, I let out a ragged breath and try to relax, but there’s so much blood pumping to my dick I swear I actually feel light-headed even though I’m lying down.

“Gulliver,” she whispers.

“Seriously. Do you want me to fuck you again? Is that why you’re being a brat right now?”

“No.”

“Look, I don’t know what kind of fucked-up assumptions you’re making about what happened tonight, but this isn’t a hookup, and nothing you could do or say is going to stop me from spending the night with you. So just go to sleep, and we can figure everything out in the morning.”