Chapter Fourteen
A First for Everything
Crystal
I’d never let anyone eat me with the lights on, let alone watched their performance in a mirror. I swear to God, my pussy had a heartbeat all of its own when he left me hanging on the edge and began to slurp up the mess he’d made.
I dropped my head back and tugged at my own hair to keep from jumping on him. The heel of his hand slid against my wet pussy, and he ground without warning, leaving me to climb and twitch with a whine that was anything but dignified. When I twisted, he shoved me!
The smug bastard used the momentum to flip me right over to my belly. Those long fingers locked around my hips, and he jerked me back to the edge of the bed, leaving my short ass to dangle, legs flailing with the shock of the sudden motion.
I planted both hands on the dresser to try and gain some balance.
The solid wood surface beneath my palms gave me a brief flicker of control, before his tongue darted between my legs and ran from clit to ass.
I arched and twitched, my hands slapping and flailing as my brain turned into mush.
I couldn’t compute the tidal wave of feelings that came with having that ridiculously good-looking biker familiarize himself that intimately with my most private parts.
I didn’t just lose control of my mind, that tongue of his ignited something in me. I alternated between puckering in shame and arching back for more. He drew my leg up high in his firm grip. It might have been a comfort if it didn’t leave my ass elevated and sprawled in his face.
I didn’t have time to be humiliated before he stuffed two fingers into my clenching core and began to fuck while his tongue darted and stabbed.
I went feral. I knew I was thrashing beneath him and moaning loud enough for my throat to feel dry and scratchy when he pulled away, but I was too lust drunk to care. I came back to my senses, babbling and trying to stamp my foot in demand, but he didn’t let me reach the floor yet.
His fingers curled in my hair, and he jerked my head back so fast I screamed. His hips and the proof of his misery were snug against my ass while his whiskers teased my cheek.
He held my head captive, forcing me to look in the mirror.
“Who does it belong to Crystal?”
I’d never been in a real relationship. I didn’t trust people. And I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that uttering some lusty words to a man with patches like his meant anything serious.
It might mean you were in for a good fuck, but once the clothes were back on…
The problem was, what would they mean to me?
Why did he have to say all those stupid things? Why couldn’t he just be normal and say he wanted to bend me over? Plenty of guys said crude shit at the club. I was used to that. But this…
“You want to say it, I can see it in those blue jewels, baby.” His hand loosened in my hair and gently shifted down to massage the back of my neck like I was a prized pitbull.
“You want me inside you?” His hips lifted and he traced the entrance of my pussy with two fingers, applying pressure as he threatened to invade it.
I bit my lip, and squirmed before breathily admitting, “I want you to fuck me.”
“I’m going to, once I own every little piece of you.” His fingers darted inside me and my thighs instinctively tightened, my whole body clenching on a moan.
He laughed like I was only trying to fool myself, curling and stuffing them until I was dancing from side to side, no leverage to be found.
That man’s fingers laid promises to my body, that left me pitifully whining when he plucked them away again.
“Tell me you’re not gonna give it to anyone but me, unless I say you can lend it to someone.”
Our eyes locked in the mirror.
I’d heard a lot of babble from men, but I’d never heard anything like that…
I stayed quiet, but my cunt clenched and throbbed, pleading with me to give in.
“I won’t give it to anyone,” I huffed over the madness he’d lit between my thighs.
“That’s good, baby.” He leaned down and kissed between my shoulder blades.
I didn’t know I had a thing for back kisses, or pet names, but the trail he laid down my spine had me arching in anticipation of every peck.
I glowed inside and out when he called me ‘baby.’
He kissed the small of my back, claimed my ass with both hands and began to knead and massage.
When his hands stilled, he helped me lower to my feet and saluted the bed with his chin.
“Get up there, spread that thing open.” He murmured, that seductive grin stealing his features. “Show me how wet you are for me.”
I bit my lip as I sauntered toward the bed, letting my hips unwind with every step.
His growl of approval left me glowing all over again.
It was half the reason I loved the stage.
The rush of being desirable enough that men would throw money at me, never went away.
There was nothing that could come close to that type of confidence boost.
I stage crawled up the length of the mattress, giving a playful peek back at him before I gave my cheek to the pillow.
With my hips still high in the air, I reached between my legs, parted the pink and let my fingers slide around my pussy while I watched him slowly unfasten his belt and start to strip.
I’d never second guessed myself as hard and abruptly as I did when he shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go and shot toward the bed.
I swear to fuck, he was so long legged he crossed the distance in what seemed like nothing more than two steps.
The bed shifted with his weight, his long, tattooed arm snaked around my hip, and I was hauled against the hard surface of his chest.
His breath was at my throat, then his lips brushed my ear. His bricked cock was bobbing and glazing against my wet pussy, and I trembled like a leaf beneath him.
I wasn’t a virgin. I’d been forced to endure more than a few of my mother’s friends and boyfriends before I took to the streets at sixteen.
He was exactly as I told him, the first man I’d ever willingly considered giving myself to. My heart hammered in my chest. Not over any fear of the act, I was aware it didn’t have to be violent or ugly. As it stood, I’d never had anyone make it feel as nice as he had so far.
I focused on that, my attraction to him, and the sound of his lust-strained voice as he rasped between shoulder and neck kisses, “I swear to fuck, you can be as shy as you want to be about saying it, you better never flash that thing at anybody else like that.”
I clenched my eyes shut when I felt our bodies line up. The pressure built and I tried to stay with him. I wanted it to be him, not the monsters from my past.
It was the thing I hated most about those other encounters, one hideous face became the next.
Anthony slid his fingers over my pussy, flickering his fingertips around until I melted from my stiff position against him and started to squirm. He caught it in a scissor grip between his fingers and thrust so deeply it stole my breath a little.
“But we both know this little gripper right here… It’s mine, isn’t it?” he murmured, his hold on my clit loosening as he began to swirl his fingers around while the other hand took my jaw.
He forced me to look at him and began to slowly work his hips.
“You better say yeah.” His throaty laughter stained his threat, before his eyes tightened and his jaw set, “Fuck, Crystal. Let me in that hot little snapper, baby. Relax.”
I couldn’t stop my nervous laughter. I wasn’t doing anything to purposely prevent him. It was just what my body did from years of abuse, even if it didn’t happen that often anymore, everything in me tensed in anticipation of the worst.
He was doing a lot of strained cursing, but the way those words scraped past gritted teeth made me glow all over again. I didn’t know how to make it stop, but I knew how to clench it.
I latched onto his cock with everything I had and stared into his eyes. His jaw dropped, and the hand at my jaw shot to my throat, snaring me like it was a matter of life or death.
“You can’t do that,” he warned, his tone strained.
I raised my brow in question and slowly rolled my hips. I’d never really explored or teased, but watching his expression and soaking up the way he clutched and handled me was better than being on stage.
The way he moaned my name while I was lost in my own orgasm, burying himself in me and crying out in that desperate, broken way took me to a place I didn’t think I’d ever come down from.
A thousand kisses were sprinkled on my shoulders and back before he locked his arms around me like he suspected I might run if I woke before him.
In truth, I couldn’t have ran if I wanted to. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and I wasn’t sure that had ever happened before.