3. Tammy
3
TAMMY
I’m lying on my back on Saxon’s motorcycle, the warmth from the engine below radiating up against my back, and the heat from his muscled body pressing down on me from above.
Saxon isn’t just a man.
Saxon is a force of nature.
The way he moves, the way he rides, the way he seems to control the entire world around him. And what’s more, the way he makes me feel like I’m drifting through space, sinking deeper and deeper into him. And God, I don’t want it to stop.
His strong fingers spread my breach, causing my hips to sway and my breath to catch in my throat. The cool breeze whips my hair across my face, but I don’t even care. I’m lost in the overwhelming bliss of the moment, the sensual adventure of being touched where I’ve never been touched before.
Yes, that’s right, Saxon. I’m a virgin . That’s what I want to say to him, but I keep my lips pressed firmly against his and don’t say a word. The last thing I need right now is to scare him away with my inexperience and have him dropping me back off at Jayne’s.
His presence is intoxicating. Every inch of my body is on high alert, tingling in response to his. My arms are wrapped around his broad back, the sheets of muscle striating down his thick arms. And every time he shifts his weight, I feel the unmistakable bulge between his legs pressing against my thigh.
He’s hard, and it’s because of me.
I did that to him.
I swell with pride as he takes his lips from mine and whispers, “You’re gorgeous” into my ear. His voice is dark and rough, almost tortured, but filled with desire that sends a wonderful shiver up my spine.
A tiny part of me wants to argue with him–tell him that’s not true and I know he’s been with countless girls far more beautiful than me. But when I look into his eyes, I see something special there. Something just for me, that only I could recognize. His eyes are focused and intent, like he’s drinking in every inch of me. And not just my body, but my soul as well.
He presses his lips back to mine, engulfing my mouth with his. Our tongues dance hungrily against each other, like two people grinding during a slow dance. The kiss deepens, and he slips the first knuckle of his middle finger inside of me, sending a shock of heat throughout my body. I gasp and pull away, my hands clutching desperately at his leather jacket.
“Saxon, there’s something I have to tell you,” I breathe, my voice lost in the fog of desire. He stops his finger as his eyes search mine. “I’m a virgin,” I confess, the words falling from my lips like a church confession.
There’s a fragile pause between us. I count three breaths, my pulse rising, before his lips form a smile. A dangerous smile, like he’s just discovered a treasure he was searching for.
“I knew it,” he replies, his voice softer now but still abundant with power. “I knew it the moment I saw you.”
His words strike me deep, like a key twisting a lock inside me. This is not the reaction I was expecting, but as he looks down at me, the silvery moonlight cutting shadows across his sculpted cheeks, a sense of relief hits me.
“You’re not disappointed?” I ask, my voice trembling. Saxon’s head cocks to the side, his brows furled like he didn’t understand what I just said.
“Disappointed?” He nearly laughs, leaning closer and tracing my lower lip with his tongue. “Tammy, I’m going to make you mine . Mine and only mine.”
His eyes flare with a fiery intensity, and he presses his finger deeper into me, causing a pleasure so intense to burst through me that I nearly fall off the bike onto the ground. His lips hover just above mine as he watches me, savoring my reaction while he touches parts of me that I know now I was saving especially for him.
Could that be possible?
Of course not. I’m just lost in the heat of the moment.
His hands tug hungrily at my pants. He wants to undress me, and I’m more than happy to help him. I lift my hips, and he pulls my jeans down to my ankles. I kick off my shoes and slip one leg out, which allows me to spread my legs for him. I always thought that when I finally did this with a man, I would be nervous. But I’m not. I’m wrapped up in the thrill of the moment. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. All that’s left is us.
My heart nearly stops when he unbuttons his jeans. I’ve never seen a man’s penis before, but when he pulls out his cock–thick and hard like a strong steel pipe–I know this guy is blessed.
My thoughts must read all across my eyes, because Saxon lets out a soft little laugh and leans closer. “Don’t worry, little kitten,” he growls against my lips. “I won’t hurt you…not much anyway.”
And then, without hesitating, he pushes inside me.
The sensation of penetration is like an explosion. My jaw drops, my eyes widen, and I throw my legs around his waist and squeeze like he’s a lobster claw I’m trying to crack open. He doesn’t even flinch. And why would he? He’s a giant of a man, slabbed with muscles and oozing with strength. I, on the other hand, am a tiny girl being stretched open for the first time.
My pulse is racing, and I can’t stop the rush of heat as it flows through me. I can literally feel my hole opening for him as he presses deeper, forcing me to accept the massive girth of his hard, swollen shaft. Like any girl, I’ve thought about how this moment would go many times. I guess I just never expected to be on my back on a motorcycle, half-naked beneath the moonlight, being taken by the hottest bad boy I’ve ever seen.
I feel a resistance deep within and tense up. I know what it is, but Saxon meets my eyes with solid comfort and gently strokes my hair. “Don’t worry, baby girl. One tiny sting, and then it will be over.”
His words reassure me that he is in control, and as though we were dancing, I let him take the lead. “Just breathe,” he whispers, his dominant voice sending waves of relaxation through my body. “And let me make you mine.”
He runs a rough hand up my stomach and cups my breast, leans in, and finds my neck with his lips. A soft kiss comforts me further, and just as the last of the tenseness leaves my body, he thrusts deeper.
I gasp and clutch his strong arms as my innocence gives way. “Saxon!” I whimper, my voice trembling as he gives me more and more of his many inches.
“That’s right, kitten,” he whispers, his lips a smile pressed against my ear. “Take every inch of that outlaw cock.”
His words somehow empower me. Consume me. Saxon is intoxicating with his masculinity, and each of his thrusts pulls me deeper and deeper into the overwhelming existence that is him.
Heat spreads throughout my limbs at a rapid pace. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and my fingers and toes tingle as he spreads me with severe, hungry strokes that I can feel all the way up into my belly.
This is nothing like I had expected it to be.
It’s so much better.
The pain is gone, replaced by intense, overwhelming pleasure that has me feeling like a stick of butter lying out in the sun, helplessly melting into nothing beneath the strength of an overpowering force that–even if I wanted to–I wouldn’t be able to fight against.
My breath is shallow. His eyes are raw and fierce as he fucks me. I belong to him now. We both see it, and we both acknowledge it. I know I should take a moment and really think about that rationally–analyze my emotions and make a rational decision–but right now, that’s simply not possible. I’m lost in the moment, riding the effervescent shockwave of bliss toward a climax I already feel bubbling up inside me.
That shouldn’t be possible.
Even I have a hard time making myself orgasm. It’s such a pain in the ass that in the last ten months I’ve basically given up on trying and resolved myself to the fact that I’m just going to have blue balls like the boys. Yet somehow, already, Saxon is propelling me to a place I can’t even reach on my own.
When it hits me, it’s like the blast of a thousand fireworks, igniting a sky behind my eyes. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. My body goes stiff, and I freeze for an instant before each one of my muscles and every fiber of my being begins to quiver and shake out of control.
“Saxon, I’m c-c-coming–” My voice chatters, and I realize I can’t even speak properly as wave after wave after wave of burning ecstasy rips through me like an unstoppable fire consuming a city block.
“I know. I can feel it,” he replies, caressing my body with his rough hands as I fight with all my strength to cling to him while my climax does its best to throw me from the bike. “And now I’m going to really make you mine.”
Before I can even register what he’s saying, there’s a shot of warmth deep inside my pussy. Hot and sticky, coating my walls and even spilling out of me and dripping down my thighs and ass onto the seat of his bike.
Oh my God. He’s coming inside me.
He didn’t even warn me. He didn’t even ask my permission or if I’m on birth control–which I thankfully took to get rid of my acne. I should be offended. Maybe even feel violated. But for some reason, the way he simply decided to take me like he knew I was his and he knew I would love it turns me on even more.
The intensity of my orgasm amplifies tenfold. The lake, the night, the moon, they’re all distant background objects now. Every inch of my body is alive, every single nerve tingling with delight as I’m enveloped in the rapture of this life-changing moment. And when he leans down on me, his cock pulsing inside my hole and pressing his tongue into my mouth, I lose myself to him completely.
I’m lost.
And I don’t want to be found.