Jacob
As her body relaxes against the sheets of the bed, I get to my feet.
Her thighs lay splayed on the edge of the mattress and I stare at the soaked place between them as I reach down and release my cock, shucking my pants and hearing the sound of my phone falling out of my pocket as I do.
I don’t care about anything but getting inside of her liquid heat.
Lifting her limp, well-sated body up, I shuffle her backward and her responding moan is music to my ears. It’s not a sound of exhaustion, though she must be, but one of anticipation. The taste of her on my lips is nirvana. I know after I’m done with her, I’ll want to go back for more.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cheek and chuckle when she turns her head, seeking my mouth with her own. I give her what she’s silently asking for, kissing her deeply as I lift one leg and seat myself at her entrance.
“You’re divine,” I tell her, letting her know the truth of it as she licks at the seam of my mouth. “Taste yourself on my tongue.”
Wide eyes peering up at me, Ella parts her lips and kisses me. I shove my mouth against hers, forcing the issue as I hold her down and sink between those plush lips of hers. Dark lashes flutter as she closes her eyes and sucks.
My cock pulsates at the feel of her licking and sucking her own juices from my tongue. It’s vile and filthy and so fucking hot I want to tie her to this bed and never let her leave. At least, not until I’ve sated every depraved desire I have on her body.
Pulling back, that little pink tongue of hers strokes over her lower lip as she swipes up the last of her liquid arousal our kiss provided.
Fuck. She likes it. I can see the proof in the glimmer in her eyes.
I wonder how she’ll like it when I come inside of her, eat her out, and then feed the combination of the two of us back to her.
She’s so innocent-seeming and yet, she’s here with me, isn’t she? Perhaps I can violate her and turn her into something filthy and irredeemable. My cock throbs at the thought. Desire swirls around the two of us, heating the air, turning it humid as we breathe in sync.
Featherlight, her fingers trail up my arms and then over my jaw. I withhold a flinch, the muscles of my face and jaw sore from my earlier ordeal. Her touch pauses. “Jacob?” She shifts beneath me. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Lie.
She cups my cheek. I tense. “Are you sure?”
Somehow, I don’t want to lie to her again. So, instead, I tell her a different truth to distract her. “Actually…” I send my hips forward, pressing the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit. “I’m dying to get inside of you.”
Bitter self-loathing touches my soul, carves huge chunks out of it and leaves it at her feet. Her response is a balm to my darkness.
“Yes,” she whispers, wrapping her body around mine and gyrating her hips against my own. “I want you there. Inside me. Take me, Jacob. Please, oh God…”
Reaching between us, I lift my shaft until my cockhead is seated in her opening and then, with a slick push, I slowly thrust into her. Ragged breathing against my ear, her body tenses a split second before I shove right past a slight barrier and then a low groan of pain echoes from her throat.
I freeze.
My mind goes quiet.
No.
I lift myself, away from the woman beneath me, and stare at the pinched expression on her face—what I can see of it considering that her mask is still on. How the damn thing has managed to stay on after all of the kissing, I’ll never know. What I do know, however, is that it needs to come off. Now.
Reaching for the pale silk strands woven into her hair, I go to undo the ties and pull it free, but her hands grip my wrist. “Don’t.”
I stare down at her, flabbergasted. “You…” What have I done? Why did she come with me? Why did she take the fucking key? “You were a fucking virgin.”
She flinches at that, but her grip doesn’t ease away from my wrist. “It doesn’t matter.”
“The hell it doesn’t!”
She tightens her hold and stares up at me with eyes so big and pure that it’s no fucking wonder she seemed so innocent. “I want you to keep going,” she says. “Please, Jacob…”
I’m already shaking my head. How can she ask me for that? “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I’m asking for you,” she snaps. Her lips press together, a sign of irritation.
From her? Ha. What reason could she have to be irritated?
I’m the one that was tricked. Jerking my hand back from hers, she releases me, and my cock—damn the vile thing—is still hard even as I pull it from the tight sheath of her cunt and get off the bed.
“Jacob, please—”
Storming away from her, I flip on the lights and whirl to look down. My cock is stained red. “Oh, Jesus…” I sway on my feet, reaching out and needing the feel of the wall on my palm to remain standing.
The soft pad of footsteps on the rug tells me that she’s off the bed. “I wanted this,” she tells me. “I wanted you.”
I shake my head. “I … fuck, I don’t even know who you are.”
Her feet, still wearing those fuck-me stockings, appear in my view as I’m staring down toward the floor. “I’m Ella,” she replies.
I laugh, but the sound is dry. “Ella?” I lift my head and pin her with a glare. With the light on in the room, no doubt she can see the redness on my face, but I hope she takes it as a sign of flushed arousal more than the slaps my father delivered. “You and I both know that’s not your real name.”
Her dusty golden hair is in disarray around her head and her breasts are full and round, nipples rosy and peaked.
If she was beautiful in shadow, she’s a goddess in the light.
I want to say ‘fuck it’ and take her down to the floor and fuck her anyway.
Despite the lies. Despite the fact that she was a virgin merely minutes ago.
“Why me?” I demand. “Why did you choose me to take your virginity?”
Her teeth appear and sink into the full flesh of her lower lip. Seconds pass before she answers me. “I-I heard of your reputation,” she murmurs. “T-that you make any woman you sleep with … well…” She gestures between our bodies. “You know.”
I close my eyes. So, that’s what this is about. My fucking reputation. Daggers in my chest. I don’t know why I expected any different, especially from a woman wanting to keep her identity a secret.
“You wanted to fuck me because of my reputation,” I repeat the words, though they feel like boulders on my tongue.
To my father, I’m only good for one thing—carrying on his business and family line.
To my mother, I’m the commodity she gave my father for an easy life.
To women, I’m a sexual partner good for making them come.
To her … fuck, why did I want to be more to her?
Straightening and letting my hand fall away from the wall, I walk around the woman with her mask still on and straight into the adjoining bathroom. Finding a cloth, I wet it and wash my cock, staring down at the damn thing and willing it to go soft.
As a slight feminine body appears in the doorway, I know that it won’t obey me until I give it what it wants—what she wants.