Chapter 25 #3
I nudge my cock just barely against her heat, instantly feeling how wet she is, and I fight back a groan that wants to come from my throat. She’s so tight, and even though a part of me just wants to give her my entire dick right now, she isn’t ready.
So, instead of rushing it, I push my hips forward enough for just the head to fully feel how tight her pussy really is, and I hiss.
I bring my hips back this time and then thrust my cock a little deeper inside, sucking in a breath.
I do this a few more times, feeling her stretch around just the tip of me, clenching me tightly.
I don’t move, just let her feel the pressure alone of just the first inch.
I bring my face to her neck and kiss her flesh, dragging my tongue over it.
I’m edging her, keeping my cock close enough to drive her wild, but not giving her what she wants, and after a moment, she begins to wriggle under me.
“I want this,” she says, frustrated. “Please.”
I bring my lips from her neck and look at her. “So eager for your first time,” I coo, pressing my dick barely into her heat. Not enough to cause her pain, just enough to have her wanting more.
I pull out again, and this time, she whines in agitation as the buildup inside of her grows, making her crazy.
“Cane,” she hisses, “I can take it.” She swallows. “I want to take it.”
“You’ll get my dick when your pussy is prepped and ready for it, Catch,” I utter.
“See, I’m not leaving between your legs until you’ve ended your first time by drenching my dick when you come.
So, this isn’t going to be fast.” I stop, grinding my back teeth.
“Even though I’m ready to blow right inside you because it feels so fucking good. ”
My words have her squirming for more of my cock, and after nudging my tip in and out of her slowly and damn near losing my mind, with a bit of pre-cum dripping from my dick, I slide slightly deeper into her.
I move my hips slowly, not wanting to give her too much at once, because the last thing I want to do is hurt her, but I must be going too slow because she raises her hips off the bed.
“More,” she hums, and now it’s me biting my lip.
“You sure?” I mutter, and right away, she nods.
My plan was to edge her, but to be honest … I have to pause my movements just to stop myself from coming too soon, and yet it drives her wild and leaves her wanting more, so I guess the fact that I have to concentrate so hard not to come may be working in my favor here.
Once I get myself under control again, I push myself in a little deeper, continuing to thrust my hips slowly, but feeding her a bit more each time.
“You’re doing so good,” I say, trying not to grit my teeth. “Taking me inch by inch so fucking well, Harland.”
Her nails dig into my back, and her brows pinch together.
“Does it hurt too much?” I ask, slowing down.
“It hurts, but please keep going,” she says desperately, and instantly, my hips stop moving just as my dick slides out.
“I said, don’t stop!” she hisses, grinding her heat against me. “It feels good too.”
“Fuck, you’re so tough and hot,” I utter, dropping my forehead to hers.
Slowly, I begin moving in and out of her heat, but I only give her about half of my cock because right now, that’s all that’s fitting without stretching her to the point of too much pain.
But with every pull out, she takes a little bit more the next thrust in.
And after a while, I begin feeding her every single inch.
But it’s fucking killing me, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
Though when I start to slow down to stop myself, halting my movements, she whimpers loudly.
“More. Please, Cane. Don’t stop.”
“You want my cock, pretty girl?” I murmur, my head spinning. “Now that you’ve felt what it’s like to have it … you need it again?”
“Y-yes,” she whines.
I sink back inside her, and her pussy clenches around my dick like it’s trying to strangle me.
Her nails begin to claw at my back, no doubt from just as much pain as pleasure, but she also begins to moan.
She tries to do her best to keep it quiet because even though the door is shut, she’s probably scared her mom could wake up. I know I am at least.
“You feel so good,” I breathe out. “Your pussy is taking every inch of me so fucking good, baby. Like a fucking pro.”
“Cane,” she pleads.
When her hips lift, hitting against mine and pushing my cock in even deeper, my head starts to spin. I know what’s going to happen, and I know I’m not going to be able to stop it either.
“We should slow down …” I groan. “If not, I’m going to—”
“Don’t stop!” she cuts me off, digging her nails deeper and deeper, damn near drawing blood.
“Tell me, Harland,” I choke out. “Tell me that you want me to come inside of you.”
“Yes … please,” she whimpers. “I think … I think I’m going to—"
She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I feel her pussy begin to quiver and her body squirm beneath mine. And when she starts to moan loudly and I’m almost crying out in ecstasy, I bring my mouth to hers, eating up every moan she gives me while I slip my tongue into her mouth.
I come hard. I come so fucking hard, in fact, that my vision goes black, and for a few seconds, I swear I lose consciousness. When I come to, her nails are slowly retracting from my flesh and her pussy has stopped shuddering against my cock.
Pulling back, I look down at her. Her cheeks are a rosy color, and her pupils are huge. I’m scared for her reaction, but when she tilts her head to the side and smiles up at me, I sigh in relief.
“Thank you,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes, but the smile stays on her lips. “Thank you so much.”
Kissing her forehead, I murmur against it, “Anytime, Catch.”
And I mean it.
Any-fucking-time. Day or night. I know if she called … I’d be right there.
HARLEY
Between my legs burns, and to be honest, I’m terrified for the next time I have to pee because I can’t imagine how that’ll feel.
But even in the midst of discomfort and pain, I’m left with a sense of contentment.
I know it likely won’t last. I know I’m trying to fill a void inside of myself that can’t be filled.
But in this moment, I’m just focused on one thing.
I finally lost my virginity. And after hearing all the horror stories my friends have told me about when they lost theirs and how awful it was, I feel pretty lucky. Because Cane was so gentle and thoughtful the entire time.
Cane returns from the bathroom, now wearing his briefs and holding two wet washcloths. He sits down on the edge of the bed, moving the covers back off me.
“Open your legs, Harland,” he says thickly yet so gently.
Even though I’m reluctant, suddenly embarrassed of him seeing that part of me, my thighs fall apart, and he brings a warm washcloth between them, ever so softly cleaning me up. It stings, but it also feels soothing somehow.
Taking that one away and turning to toss it into my laundry basket, he brings another warm washcloth to my heat, pressing it down against the sore area.
“You okay?” he murmurs, glancing up at me.
I can see the concern written all over his face as I nod my head.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay.”
After holding the washcloth against me for a few minutes, he takes it as he slides off the edge of the bed and then drops it into the hamper. I make a mental note to throw them into the wash before leaving tomorrow because I saw the blood on the first one, and I might die if my mom saw that.
Returning to the bed, he crawls over to me and presses a kiss to my lips.
“Thank you for letting me be your first.” He kisses me once more. “I should probably go back to the couch so your mom doesn’t catch me in here tomorrow morning.”
When he starts to move away from me, I grab his wrist.
“Stay with me,” rushes from my lips. “We can set an alarm for you to get up before my mom wakes and comes in to check on me.” I stop, sighing. “I really don’t want to be alone tonight.”
It’s not just that I don’t want to be alone. It’s that … I want to be close to you.
Those are words I can’t say, out of fear of complicating an already-messy friendship. But I know with one hundred percent certainty that I don’t regret losing my virginity to Cane Hale. And I’m also not ready for him to leave my bed just yet either.
He studies my face for a moment, as if he’s making sure that I mean what I said.
And when he finally climbs into bed with me, yanking the covers over us and pulling me close to his body, I don’t have time to think for long.
Because something about being this close to a man I feel safe with sends me into a deep, much-needed sleep.