Chapter 9
TAYLOR
Through the front windshield, I took in the exterior of Cam’s small house. Log and stone. A glossy black front door with lit sconces that flanked it. One floor.
That was all I saw before he opened my door for me and led me inside. Besides a single light in the entry, the rest of the house was dark.
“I’ll show you the place. Later.” Then he kissed me and carried me at the same time. He flicked on a lightswitch, then set me down. We were in his bedroom. Tan walls. Cream carpet. There was a huge bed, no head or footboard. It was made, barely, as if he’d tossed the comforter up this morning.
The room smelled like him, soap or shampoo or deodorant or all three.
He hooked his fingers at the bottom of my hoodie and tugged it up.
“Too many clothes. I popped your cherry but haven’t seen you bare.”
In the summer, I wore sleep shorts and a tank top. Now that there was a heating bill, I bundled up in thick sweats. That was why, when Cam got my hoodie off, he found me bare.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His gaze was on my chest and I tried really, really hard not to fidget or cover myself.
No man had seen me like this before, but Cam’s gaze was heated and dark.
“Bare on the bottom, too?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, only, pushed at the elastic at my waist and had the sweats around my ankles in seconds.
I stepped on the ankles and pulled one foot free, then the other.
His bedroom was warm. Maybe it was me.
“I want to see you, too,” I said.
His gaze lifted from my body to my eyes. “You want me bare, red?”
I nodded.
He tore at his clothes, a button going flying. He had to sit on the edge of the bed to get his boots off, but made quick work of his jeans and boxers.
He stood and–
“Wow.” I couldn’t help looking at him. Square shoulders, muscular pecs, a smattering of hair on his chest that tapered as it ran down the valley of outlined abs. Lower still was a thatch of hair a few shades darker than on his head. But what jutted from it?
It was probably a good thing he finger fucked me first. Because I wasn’t sure how that was going to fit.
I watched as he gripped the base. “Every inch of this is for you.”
He stroked up, then down.
“First dick, red?” he said. His voice dipped low and when I flicked my gaze to his, he seemed almost angry. No, he was jealous of the fact that I may have seen some other guy’s dick before.
“First one,” I said, licking my lips.
“How come you’ve never–”
I knew what he was asking and shrugged. “Too busy with work. Crazy life. My dad.” I listed all of the reasons why I was still a virgin, but really, I had never felt like this for anyone before.
My gaze dropped back to how he was stroking himself. “I… I want to touch.”
Letting go of himself, he crooked his finger, just like he did at the bar.
I stepped close to him, his dick bumping me in the stomach.
“Touch it.”
Looking down, I wrapped my fingers around it as best I could. It was hot to the touch. Silky soft, but like an iron rod. The crown was wide and fluid seeped from it.
He hissed and his hips seemed to involuntarily buck. His hand came down over mine and he showed me how to move. How tight to squeeze.
When I slid my thumb through that thick fluid, he ripped my hand away.
“Keep that up, red, and I’m gonna come on your belly.”
I met his eyes, wondering if he was exaggerating. Was he that into this that he was already close to coming?
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“I’m coming in that pussy,” he growled.
“What if… what if I want to taste you?”
It was as if something snapped inside him. He grabbed my hips and tossed me on the bed. I bounced and before I could get myself to rights, he crawled up beside me, settled so that his length was along one side of me, propped up on one elbow.
“You can put my dick in that pretty mouth of yours. Later.”
His gaze dropped down between us. “You wet for me, red?”
I nodded.
His hand skated over my skin, arm to neck to breast to…
“Oh,” I breathed as he ran a thumb back and forth over a nipple. Then tugged on it. He moved to the other, taking his time, which made no sense because he seemed so frantic a few moments ago.
The more he touched me, the more frantic I became. I’d come from his mouth and fingers on my pussy, but my breasts hadn’t been in on the fun.
I had no idea they were this sensitive, that he could get me so close to another orgasm just from one hand touching me there.
His palm grazed my stomach before running over my, yup, red curls. I didn’t wax, only shaved and trimmed. “Definitely calling you Red from now on,” he murmured as his fingers slipped over my pussy.
“So fucking wet. Is that all for me?” he asked.
I nodded, not the least bit embarrassed, and arched my back. “I’m ready,” I said.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
“Cam,” I whined.
He slid two fingers into me. It was tight and it burned a little, it didn’t hurt. The opposite. It felt so, so good. My whimpers and moans filled the room and then he added another finger.
I was stretched so full.
“I’m ready,” I said again.
“Not yet.”
I gripped his arm and tried to pull him on top of me.
It didn’t work. Of course, it didn’t. He was too big. Too strong.
But he pulled out, hooked my hip and rolled us so he was on his back and I was over him.
He grinned and I stared down at him wide eyed. I never imagined doing it this way. I knew it was one of many options, but for my first time?
He was so strong, lifting me so I was up on my knees with one hand. The other gripped his dick and he lowered me down until he was notched right beneath me.
“Take your time.”
When he moved his hand, I slid down an inch and he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck, okay, um… shit. Take your time but I might die before I get all the way in. Fuck, you feel so good.”
He felt good. Stretching me open more than even his three fingers did. It didn’t hurt, though. In fact it felt so good that I lifted up just a little then dropped down.
Hard. Fast. Right onto his thighs.
“Oh!” He was so deep, I felt full. Crammed full.
My walls fluttered around him and I couldn’t believe I’d taken him all.
“Fuck!” he cried out, clenching the bedding in his fists. “Red, shit. You okay? That wasn’t taking your time.”
His jaw was clenched, his neck corded. Sweat dotted his brow and it looked like he was in pain. But based on how I felt, he probably felt just as good as me.
I’d done this. Me. The virgin who had no clue what to do.
“Do I–” I started to ask.
“Move any fucking way you want. I’m gonna love it.”
Leaning forward slightly, I set my hands on his chest, feeling the hard play of his muscles beneath my palms. Rocking forward, he shifted inside me.
My eyes widened as I stared down at him. Then I moved again, rolling my hips in a circle, chasing the pleasure.
Every direction I moved, it felt good. I lifted, dropped.
“Fuck, you look incredible riding my dick. That’s it, make yourself come on my dick.”
I tried, working so hard to come.
“Play with your clit. You might need that to come. I’m gonna watch, red. I’m gonna lay here as you use me and watch.”
Reaching between us, I set two of my fingers over my slick clit and moved them in circles, just the way I needed to when I made myself come when I was alone in bed.
Combining that usual pattern with his dick inside me…
I came. It didn’t take much. Especially watching Cam watch me. It was so hot. And the way he was looking at me made me feel sexy. Pretty.
“Cam!” I cried, my head tipping back and my eyes falling closed.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck.”
He gripped my hips, thrust up as he pulled me down. I felt him swell inside me, then pulse as he came.
I settled on his chest and we kissed, his fingers going into my hair and holding me in place. When he pulled back, his dark eyes met mine. He was smiling, softly. Almost sweetly for such a rugged guy. “Mine. You’re mine, red.”
I nodded, then tucked my head onto his shoulder as his arms went around me. He pulled the blanket up and we fell asleep just like this. Joined.
I was safe. Not only in this house, but in Cam’s arms. I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
So I slept.