Chapter Two #2
“I wouldn’t blame either of them for doing that.
The thought of Tony, or anyone else getting their hands on you, makes me want to put my fist through something.
Preferably through Tony.” He kissed the top of my head.
“When you walked into the clubhouse, I knew I wanted you. Even told Brick I had dibs.”
I couldn’t contain my snort of laughter. “You called dibs? Are you twelve?”
His hand smacked my ass and I squeaked in surprise. “Keep sassing me and see what happens.”
I tipped my head to hold his gaze. “What? You going to put me in time out?”
“More like fuck you into submission.”
A shiver raked me, and heat pooled in my belly.
I clenched my thighs together. I hadn’t ever had a man make me want him so much just with words.
Hell, I’d never wanted a man ever. I’d taken my own virginity when I’d been sixteen, using a vibrator a Prospect had given me.
If my dad had ever found out, he’d have booted the guy from the club, after beating his ass.
Again, something Farrah had talked me into.
“With a promise like that, I may be extra bad on purpose.” Like really bad, and often. I had a feeling his version of “fuck you into submission” would leave my pussy aching for days. Was it wrong I got turned-on even more just thinking about it?
Beast gave a low growl and before I knew what was happening, he had me on my back and pinned to the bed.
His hips pressed to mine, and I felt the hard ridge of his cock.
Holy shit! I hadn’t thought he’d be small, but the length and width of his dick was a teensy bit intimidating.
At least for a virgin. It seemed Beast was big everywhere.
It felt like fire licked along my nerve endings and my heart slammed against my ribs.
I got even wetter and felt how soaked my sleep shorts were.
Could he feel it too? Did he know what he was doing to me?
“Don’t tempt me, Lyssa. You have no idea how tightly I’m holding onto my control.”
I took a breath to steady myself. “Then don’t. Don’t hold onto it. Let go, Beast.”
I’d never wanted anything more. The thought of him filling me up, fucking me, made my nipples rock hard. I shifted a little, rubbing my pussy against him and couldn’t hold back my moan. Jesus, the man was lethal. It should be illegal to be so damn sexy, and so… so… alpha.
“I don’t do soft and gentle. Something tells me the only experience you’ve had is with boys. I might break you.”
“You won’t.” I wasn’t about to confess I didn’t have experience with anyone.
Boys, men, girls, women. None of them. Only experience I had was with my own hand and my vibrator.
If Beast found out I was technically a virgin, he might very well run fast and far.
I’d heard men claim it was too much responsibility being a woman’s first.
His mouth slammed down on mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips.
His hand gripped my wrists, keeping them over my head, and the weight of him held me in place.
A raw, aching need filled me. Something I’d never felt before.
I didn’t just want him, I craved him. The weight of his body over mine spiked my arousal until I nearly begged him for more.
I gave myself over to Beast, letting him devour me.
My nipples hardened even more, and my sleep shorts got so damn soaked.
I’d felt the wetness before, but it was ten times worse.
I’d have to wring them out. If he could nearly make me come from a kiss, I wondered what it would be like if he took full advantage of me. And I’d willingly let him.
“Beast,” I murmured.
“Eric.” He kissed me again, then nipped my lip. “My name is Eric.”
The significance of him sharing his legal name hit me head on. Men like him didn’t hand out that information to anyone. When he’d said he called dibs, I now had to wonder if he’d meant for more than tonight. What the hell was I getting myself into?
He thrust against me and his cock rubbed against my clit.
I gripped his arms, holding on tight as he did it again.
Shit. I didn’t care. If he wanted me tonight, tomorrow, the next week…
as long as he made me feel like this, I’d stay as long as he wanted.
Giving myself an orgasm with a toy was vastly different from having a flesh and blood man between my legs.
“Eric, I’m so close.”
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.”
I focused on his face, holding his gaze, as he rubbed his cock against me again.
The friction against my clit was almost more than I could handle, and yet I wanted to ask for more.
The first time I came, crying out his name and digging my nails into his arms, it felt like I broke into a million pieces and slowly came back together again.
Way better than a vibrator. It was… there were no words.
I’d thought I’d come before, but compared to what Beast had just done to me?
No. What I’d experienced at my own hands paled in comparison.
He worked a hand between our bodies, and I felt him shove my shorts to the side right before his fingers brushed over my pussy. He growled again, nipping the side of my neck. “All this for me?”
“Yes! You know it is.”
“Shit, baby. Never had someone this wet before. I fucking love it.” He released me, leaning back. “Don’t move. I mean it, Lyssa.”
My heart thudded against my ribs as I left my hands above my head.
He reached for my tank and worked it up over my breasts, then pulled it all the way off.
Beast cupped the large mounds and brushed his thumbs over my nipples.
Sparks shot straight from my breasts to my clit and I wondered why it felt so much more amazing when he touched me than when I did it myself.
“Beautiful. Fucking perfection.” He leaned down and nipped one breast, then the other before licking away the sting.
The whiskers along his jaw scraped against my skin.
I’d never understood a woman’s fascination with a man who had a beard, until now, and Beast didn’t even really have one.
Just a few bristles from not shaving for a day or two.
I wanted to beg him to rub the roughness against my nipples, but I bit my lip, holding the words back.
I didn’t know what I could and couldn’t say.
Having never been with a man, I wasn’t sure if he’d be offended if I asked for something.
He managed to get my shorts off me and shoved my thighs wide, looking his fill. I felt my cheeks warm. No one had ever seen me naked before. Farrah had tried talking me into getting waxed, but I’d balked at the idea. I’d trimmed, but now I wondered if I should have listened to her.
Beast settled between my thighs, his shoulders holding my legs open. The moment his tongue touched my clit, I started coming again. I couldn’t remember ever being this sensitive before. It felt like one orgasm rolled into another as he worked me with his lips and tongue.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged. I lost track of how many times he got me off. Each time, I thought, Maybe just one more . I could see how women could get addicted to having sex with men like Beast. I never wanted the pleasure to end.
He lapped at my clit before biting it gently, setting off another release. My vision blurred and I forgot to breathe. I felt the bed shift but couldn’t hear anything over the buzzing in my ears. Beast settled over me again. Before I could say anything, he thrust hard and deep, filling me up.
I cried out, my body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
He was far larger than any toy I’d ever used and the sheer size of him made my pussy burn as I stretched to accommodate him.
He bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing my cervix.
The slight spike of pain made me clench down on him.
I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him it was too much, yet not wanting him to stop.
The look in his eyes was intense, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held himself still.
“Should have known you’d be little everywhere,” he said. “So fucking tight. You okay?”
I nodded, realizing I meant it. I only hoped he didn’t comprehend exactly why I was so tight.
My vibrator was more like using a pencil compared to Beast’s cock.
It felt huge, and so damn thick. I’d already adjusted to his size and now I wanted him to move.
I’d never come so much in one day before, and never so hard.
I found myself eager for more. Even though I’d heard of women having multiple orgasms, I’d never realized it was a real thing.
Much less that a man would be the one to make it happen for me, instead of my trusty vibrator.
If this was what real sex was like, I was throwing the toy away.
After this, I’d never be able to settle for the meager amount of pleasure I’d gotten from it.
It might have seemed earth-shattering before, but only because I hadn’t had anything to compare it to.
Things were different now. I was different.
Awesome, Lyssa. Less than five minutes with a guy’s dick inside you and you’re ready to ride him from now until eternity. Or rather, let him ride me since he seemed to like being in charge. I rather liked it too.
When Beast started thrusting, I gripped the bars on the headboard.
He powered into me, every stroke harder than the one before.
He didn’t just fuck me. He claimed me. It was like he wanted to brand himself on me.
Beast rode me, taking what he wanted, and God help me but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
“I’m coming!” I tossed my head back as the strongest orgasm I’d ever had rippled through me, leaving me breathless, blind, and deaf.
Nothing existed in that moment except the pleasure zinging along my nerve endings.
I felt a gush of heat between my legs as the world came back into focus and Beast stilled against me.
“Christ! Never felt anything like that before,” he said, then kissed me. “I was right. You’re fucking perfection.”
I shifted my hips and felt something hot and wet slip from my pussy and down the crack of my ass.
My breath caught as I stared up at him. He hadn’t asked.
Not once had he brought up protection. Oh, God!
I knew he had to have been with the club sluts.
What if he’d just given me something? Panic welled inside me. What if he’d gotten me pregnant?
Shit, shit, shit. Why hadn’t I realized before now he hadn’t used a condom?
It might have been my first time, but I wasn’t a complete idiot.
Except maybe I was since I’d let him use me so thoroughly and had wanted to ask for more.
My common sense had gone out the window the moment I’d kissed him at the clubhouse.
He kissed my jaw, my neck, then my lips as he pressed his hips tighter against me.
“Eric, we um… We didn’t use anything. You know, like a condom?”
He cocked his head. “You clean?”
I slowly nodded. Hard not to be when I’d never been with anyone before. Of course, since I hadn’t shared that with him, as far he knew I’d had sexual partners before him.
“So am I. Got my test results three days ago and I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested. Sexy little thing like you probably hasn’t lacked for male companionship, not even with your dad being who he is.”
Damnit. I’d have to tell him. Right? At least, I thought I should.
I licked my lips. “Um, Eric. About that… There hasn’t ever been male companionship in my life. I mean, I’ve never… You were my first.”
His body tensed and his eyes became a darker shade of gray-blue. “What?”
“I wasn’t a virgin, not in the strictest sense, but I haven’t ever been with a guy before. I used a vibrator to pop my own cherry when I was sixteen.”
“You telling me no other man has seen you naked? No other cock has been in this hot little pussy?” he asked. “No other guy has sucked your nipples or made you scream and beg to be fucked?”
“Right. Just you.”
He lowered his weight, pressing my entire body into the mattress with his bulk until I worried he’d suffocate me.
And yet, I felt a tingle I couldn’t ignore.
Even now my traitorous body was ready for another round.
My pussy would hurt like hell after, but I didn’t care. My clit throbbed and I wanted to come.
“Not smart, sweetheart.”
What? What wasn’t smart?
His nose trailed along my neck until he bit down my shoulder. I felt his tongue lick the same spot before he lifted off me enough to look into my eyes. “You’re mine. Not for right now, but for always.”
My mouth opened and shut, but I couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought much less speak.
His? As in… he was keeping me? I’d known there was a chance some guy in one club or another would eventually go all caveman on me and try to tell me I belonged to him and only him.
It hadn’t occurred to me it would be the first guy I slept with, or that he’d be the President of another club.
“Eric, I…” What could I say?
“You on birth control?”
“No,” I said softly. Fine time for him to think about that. Another reason we should have used a condom.
He grunted. “Good. Makes it easier to knock you up.”
Knock. Me. Up.
As in he wanted to get me pregnant on purpose?
Had I fallen into an alternate reality? All I’d said was I’d never been with another man before, and now he wanted to chain me to him in any and every way possible?
Sure, I’d heard the stories back home, but I hadn’t realized what it would feel like to be faced with a man like Beast saying I was his and he wanted to put a baby in me.
I had to wonder if my mother had felt like this.
I’d heard the story of how she and my dad got together.
My grandfather had brokered her to the club President in exchange for his help.
Mom had run and returned when she’d gotten a few years older.
Except, she’d said the moment she saw him, she’d fallen for my dad.
Was I falling for Beast? Did I want this? Want him?
“Thinking too hard,” he murmured, rolling off me. He tugged me against his side, holding onto me. “Get some rest, sweetheart. You said you were tired.”
Sleep. Sleep was good. Maybe when I woke up, all this would make more sense.
Or maybe I’d find out I’d dreamed the entire thing.
For some reason, that made me sad. I didn’t like the thought of this moment with Beast not being real.
I might not know if I wanted to be an old lady, especially since I was only eighteen, but I couldn’t regret being with him.
I closed my eyes, breathed in his scent, and let my body relax. Worrying over the future wouldn’t solve anything when I was too tired to think straight.
Besides, Venom knew I was here. If he didn’t approve, he’d have come and dragged me from Beast’s home himself. That had to mean something.