Chapter Four #2
She had opted not to go to college. She had intended to do some night classes at the local college, only that hadn’t happened either. Instead, she liked not having to study and just ... be. She could be herself without worrying about finding answers or learning a skill.
Her father said he was proud of her, no matter what decision she made.
Working at the library had been a dream come true.
She loved books, mainly romance, but there were times she had come to hate the job.
Especially when Mr. Wilcox had given her that ultimatum.
There was no way she was going to sleep with someone to keep her job.
After speaking to Smokey, he’d given her a job cleaning the Hell’s Bastards MC clubhouse.
Regardless of what Big Dick said, she had loved that job.
She also didn’t believe what he said, as no one had been on their best behavior around her, mainly because she’d been invisible to most, which she didn’t mind.
She loved cleaning and watching the way the club worked, seeing the men interact.
Sure, they were crass and at times vulgar, but it had all been in the spirit of fun, or at least that was what she had gotten from it. Fun.
Pouring the now boiling milk into her mug, slowly over the chocolate bomb, she watched as it started to melt the ball, until it opened up, showcasing all the marshmallows, which was one of her favorite parts.
She licked her lips and grabbed a spoon, as chocolate bombs always needed a helping hand.
Giving the contents of her drink a stir, she was just about to take a sip when there was a sudden knock at the door.
This wasn’t good. No one called around this late, apart from people needing to talk to her dad. Sometimes the town wasn’t aware when he got called away from a trip. Leaving her hot chocolate on the counter, she made her way to the front door and checked through the peephole.
George.
Crap, earlier she had thought of him as Big Dick. She had to stop doing that. His name was George, not Big Dick. Why was he here? Had something happened to Ava? The bakery?
Opening the door, she looked at him and he turned to look at her. Larissa had no idea what was happening, but she didn’t stop him as he stepped right past the doorway.
She still didn’t speak as he banded an arm around her waist, then slammed the door closed.
What was happening?
He flicked the lock on the door, and she didn’t have time to ask what he was doing there because he’d pressed her right up against the door. All thought was gone as his lips came down on hers, silencing any protest and keeping her quiet as he took possession of her lips.
This was not gentle. Big Dick was rough as he claimed her lips, and she couldn’t help but melt against him.
This was so wrong. He was not her boyfriend, nor did he belong to her.
And yet, the moment she put her hands on his chest and started to slide them up his body, rather than push him away, she had no idea what was happening to her.
Big Dick cupped her cheek and slid one hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head. With his other hand, he sunk it down, going toward her ass, which he gripped tightly within his palm, squeezing the tender flesh. She whimpered and cried out, and he swallowed it down.
Larissa closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation of this kiss.
She had never felt this way with anyone.
Not with Andrew, or any of the few dates she had been on.
Her heart was racing, her stomach had butterflies as it spun out of control.
She couldn’t control herself. The pleasure was intense.
And then, Big Dick broke the kiss and began to trail his lips down her neck.
She cried out as he went to the pulse right at the base of her neck, and it made her close her eyes once again.
Every part of her body seemed to be connected as it sent pleasure spirals everywhere, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Big Dick’s hands were complete temptation as he moved them around her body, stroking her, touching her, loving her.
They were driving her crazy with a need she had never experienced.
Larissa found herself touching him, running her hands up his chest, gripping the lapel of his leather cut, and they were moving.
Big Dick pulled her in close, grabbing her ass as he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. In the next moment, they were making their way upstairs, heading toward her bedroom.
She pointed in the direction he needed to go, and he didn’t stop until he had dropped her onto the bed.
He wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned back, and she watched as he removed his leather cut, throwing it to the floor, before taking hold of her pajama bottoms. She didn’t fight him, and instead lifted herself up, and he pulled them right off.
He let out a growl, and she cried out as he pressed his palm against her naked pussy. She didn’t wear panties with her pajamas.
Big Dick slid a finger between her slit, and the moment he touched her clit, she cried out and lifted up off the bed. He kissed her, and suddenly stopped touching her pussy, and then grabbed the pajama shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
She was now naked, while Big Dick was not.
What the hell had happened?
How did they get here?
Then his lips were back on hers, and he started to trail his lips down her body, going toward each breast. There was no protest. She had nothing to say as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, followed by the next.
All she could do was cry out and moan, as he licked and sucked at her nipples.
The feel of his mouth sent shockwaves of warmth straight to her clit, and it set her on fire. She didn’t want it to stop.
However, Big Dick had other ideas as he moved to her other breast, licking and sucking.
Again, he didn’t stay there long, and instead started to kiss down her body.
She moaned his name and then fell back against the bed as he spread her legs open wide.
She didn’t have a chance to look at him, as his tongue began to dance across her clit.
She had read so many books where this happened, but it had never happened to her. The pleasure was intense.
This took over from the pleasure of him sucking her nipples.
This was next level, and as he worked his tongue across her clit, Larissa didn’t think she was going to be able to survive it.
It completely blew her mind. She cried out, feeling the sudden hit and pull of her body she just couldn’t control.
“Let go, Larissa. I’ll catch you. Just let go.”
No one had ever truly been there, not like this. She had never felt so close to losing control, and yet for some odd reason, she trusted Big Dick. She knew this was going to be a big mistake, and there was a high chance she would regret it.
But all that mattered was, in that moment she trusted him more than anything. He sent her over the edge, and she cried out his name, not wanting it to stop, and it got to a point where the pleasure was too intense, and she knew she couldn’t handle any more. He’d pushed her right over that peak.
She moaned, whimpered his name, and Big Dick knew what to do to bring her down, slowly, patiently, until he pressed a final kiss to her clit and pulled away completely.
Larissa watched as he climbed off the bed and stripped off his clothes. Just as he got on the bed, he went to her knees, about to spread them.
“I can’t,” she said.
Big Dick frowned. “What?”
“I’m ... not ready for that.” She was a virgin. It was probably crazy and old-fashioned, but she had always hoped the person she went to bed with would be the one and only love interest in her life. She had also hoped to be married. Big Dick was not going to marry her.
“You don’t want to fuck?”
“I’m not ready.”
“Fuck me,” he said.
He moved to the side of her on the bed and collapsed. Larissa couldn’t help but see how ... aroused he was.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Yeah, it does. Don’t worry, I’ll think of some messed-up shit, and it’ll go away.” He let out a breath, and she watched as he ran a hand down his face. His arousal wasn’t going away.
Larissa couldn’t believe she was naked, with Big Dick in her bed, and the strangest thing was, he had actually been a gentleman.
He hadn’t pushed, or yelled at her, or made her feel guilty.
He just lay beside her, accepting her decision.
There had been a few dates where she hadn’t even wanted to kiss the guy at the end of the date, and he’d gotten pissed at her.
He would try to guilt her into a kiss, or attempt to make her do more. She never fell for it.
And now, she looked over at Big Dick, and he’d been ... kind. He’d given her an orgasm, and there he lay with his cock incredibly thick, pulsing, and the tip was already slick with his pre-cum.
She had no idea what she was doing, but she moved closer to him and rested her head against his shoulder. Big Dick curled his arm around her, and she put her hand on his stomach. She was totally nervous, as she slowly began to slide it down.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as she wrapped her fingers around his length.
She licked her lips. “I’m not ready, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you out.” And she proceeded to move her hand up and down the length of his cock. All the while, she stared into his eyes.
Big Dick didn’t look away. He looked at her, and she watched the expressions change on his face as she worked his length. She let out a gasp as he put his hand right over hers.
“You don’t need to be gentle with me. I won’t break.” He tightened her grip, and it did surprise her how tightly he made her hold his dick.
She watched him, unable to look away, as she worked him to that point of no return, and once she had finished, she stared at him as he pulled her in close and kissed her lips.
Again, she thought this was crazy and surreal.