Twenty-Nine
Noa
Two things I was sure of: I was awake, and I was about to have sex with Ransom.
The list of things I didn’t know should be enough to stop this, but there wasn’t anything on this planet that could get me to put a halt to what was happening.
I might not understand how he had gotten a copy of my key or why he was in my apartment, but I didn’t care.
I was probably going to care later. But right now? Nope.
I also had condoms. Arden had left a box here, but there was no way they’d fit Ransom. The sizes weren’t even in the same ballpark. I didn’t think bringing up my ex-fiancé’s condoms was a good idea at the moment either.
He reached out and palmed my left breast, then my right. “I want to see these bouncing while you ride my cock, but you need to get used to my size first,” he said huskily, then lifted his chin slightly. “Lie back, open those pretty thighs. I want to look at you.”
I scooted further onto the bed and then did as he’d asked—or commanded.
Whichever. I didn’t care. I’d do anything he told me to at this point.
I might not survive it when he was done with me, but I wasn’t going to think about that right now.
This might be the only chance I got to know what it was like to be with Ransom, and I wasn’t going to give it up for future pain.
But I didn’t want to lose him completely. That made me pause. Here I’d thought that nothing could stop me from having this, but I’d been wrong. There was the threat of not having him at all.
I started to sit up, and he shook his head as he put his knee on the edge of the mattress.
“Stay just like that.”
“I will—I mean, I want to. I just—we didn’t talk.”
“We aren’t talking right now,” he said as he placed a hand beside my head, holding himself over me.
His other hand stroked his erection, and I had to fight to stay focused on what I needed to say and not watch him.
“I don’t want to lose you.” I blurted out the words before he made me forget my own name.
That made him pause, but only for the briefest moment before he used one of his knees to open my thighs wider. “That’s not gonna happen,” he said in a thick, gruff voice.
“But you said—”
“I said a lot of shit, Shakespeare. And I found out that I was looking at it wrong. You can’t lose me because I refuse to let you go.”
His eyes bored down at me as he said the words.
I wanted to weep with joy. He meant it. He wanted me. I didn’t know what had changed or when, but he wanted me. He wanted us.
I nodded. “Okay.”
He hissed what sounded like a curse, then moved back slightly. “I can’t do this and look at your face. I’ll fucking come too fast. Get on your hands and knees.”
My hands and knees? I’d never had sex like that. I knew what it was, of course. I’d written sex scenes with the main characters in that position. But personal experience? None.
Nervously, I turned over to do as he’d told me. When I was ready, his hand ran over my bottom softly as he groaned. That was followed by a hard slap that made me cry out.
“Fuck, it jiggles just right,” he hissed, then did the same thing to the other side.
“Ow! That stings.”
A dark chuckle came from behind me, and I glanced back at him. His eyes were locked on where he’d spanked me.
“That just makes me want to do it more,” he said, caressing the first spot and then the next. “I like the idea of hearing you beg me to stop. Shouldn’t have such a juicy ass. Makes me a little crazy.”
His eyes shot up to meet mine then. “If you think that hurts, when my dick is fully inside you, stretching that tight cunt, that’s gonna be what hurts.”
A whimper escaped me, and the area between my legs dampened more.
I could feel it on my inner thighs. I wasn’t into pain, but when the threat was coming from Ransom and he was behind me in all his glorious nakedness, it was hot.
I wanted it. His defined, tattooed chest and cut biceps were what wet dreams were made of.
Add the threats and dirty talk, and … sweet Jesus.
He took the head of his erection and began to run it along my aching center.
“Fuuuck, that’s a wet, needy little pussy,” he said with reverence in his tone. “All that sweetness dripping onto my dick.”
My chest was rising and falling from the panting he was causing.
His hand grabbed my hip so tightly that his fingers bit into me, and the thick girth of his cock began to slowly press inside me until it was further than it had been before. I cried out as my hands fisted the sheets. It hurt, but it was also incredible.
“That’s it. Good girl. Take that big dick in your little cunt. So sweet,” he murmured as he sank deeper. “Fuck, that’s tight.”
“Oh God!” I gasped as he went deeper, filling me.
I’d always thought losing your virginity hurt, but it hadn’t really. Not like this. The guy I’d given it to, however, didn’t have a penis the size of Ransom’s.
His hand ran over my lower back in a soothing way, and then he thrust his hips and let out a low roar of pleasure while I cried out from the shock of it.
“You took it all,” he growled, then pulled back slightly and pushed in again. “Fuck, that’s incredible.”
His fingers combed my hair back out of my face, and then he held all of it in one hand and tugged gently, causing me to arch my back. “Damn, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? Full of my cock in your hot, bare cunt.”
The slow thrusting of his hips got faster, and I felt my inner walls relax enough that the pain was overtaken by the pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my dick. Fuck, that’s it.”
His voice was sending me closer to the edge. I pressed back against him, and he groaned.
“Keep that up, and I’ll explode,” he warned.
“Yes,” I panted, needing it. Wanting to feel him pump his release inside me.
“Damn, that ass is gonna make me come,” he warned.
“I want it,” I breathed. “Come in me.”
“Fuuuck, baby. You sure?”
I nodded as I chased the oncoming orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Please! I want to feel it!” Then I screamed out his name as my body began to convulse, the waves of pleasure crashing down over me.
“GAH! FUCK!” he roared as the heat began to pump into me, sending me spiraling further into bliss.
Ransom’s hands gripped my hips and slammed me back onto him, then held me there as he shuddered behind me.
We stayed like that while we slowly came back from the high.
After a few moments of silence, he began to ease out of me, and I started to lower my body, but he stopped me.
“No, not yet.”
I stilled and looked back at him to see his gaze was between my legs. There was a dark, pleased glint in his eyes when he lifted them to meet mine.
“I wanted to watch my cum leak out of you. Fuck, that’s hot.”
I felt my cheeks warm and wanted to laugh at myself for being embarrassed over that after all we’d just done.
We stared at each other long enough for all the questions to come barreling back, taking over my thoughts.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” he said before running his finger through his semen and then trailing it down the inside of my thighs.
It was going to be hard to concentrate while he was doing that.
I had to get some kind of answer here. Before we …
went at it again, if that was what we were about to do.
Moving quickly, I flipped over and pulled my knees up, then wrapped my arms around my legs so that I was covering all the areas that might distract him.
His brows lowered, and I fought to keep from letting my eyes roam over his perfect, chiseled body.
“I need answers,” I told him.
“Okay. What is it you want to know?”
Many things, but I doubted he meant that I could begin listing them all off right now. So, I went with the one thing that was most important.
“What happens when you’re done? Do I—do I get tossed into the pile?” My voice cracked, and I wished it hadn’t, but the fear had escalated as I said the words aloud.
“What pile is that?” he asked, running a fingertip over my knee.
“The pile of women you’ve slept with, then discarded.”
It was harsh, but he knew it was true.
The corners of his mouth tugged. “No. You won’t be joining that group.”
“Why?” I asked, afraid to believe him.
“Because you’re my exception. I need you.”
That wasn’t love. But it was something. And I could work with it. Maybe he’d fall in love with me. He needed me. Wasn’t that a form of loving someone?
“What if this messes us up? What if I can’t handle you being with other women?” I hadn’t thought of that until now, and the sharp pain in my chest took my breath.
“There won’t be other women.”
The hope that started to soar stopped mid-flight. “Can … I mean … you said you can’t do that. You need variety.” And that might be what destroyed me.
He moved closer to me, taking my arms and pulling them free from my legs with one hard tug. “That was before I fucked the tightest pussy I’ve ever had and watched your ass bounce.”
Do not smile like an idiot, Noa. Do not do it. This could still go very wrong. So many things could happen. Including the fact that he might never fall in love with you and you could fall even more in love with him.
“You done talking?” he asked, pushing me onto my back.
I stared up at him as he hovered over me.
“Why did you get a key to my apartment?” I asked him before I was once again distracted.
“To watch you sleep and steal your dirty panties.”
I stiffened. Was he serious?
“That’s not funny.”
“Wasn’t supposed to be, Shakespeare. Just the truth.”
“The truth?” I asked.
He nodded.
“How many times have you come into my apartment and watched me sleep?”
His smirk sent an excited chill over me that made me think I might need to get that therapy I’d been debating.
“A few,” he replied, then lowered his head close to my ear. “And I also stole your dirty panties to smell while I jerked off, thinking about fucking you.”
My eyes flew open wide just as he lifted his head and looked down at me.
“I never claimed to be a saint, Shakespeare. You, of all people, know that. Now, open your legs for me like a good girl.”
I chose the path of recklessness and let my heart call the shots.