Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ryleigh couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel. She’d touched herself over the years, but nothing had ever felt as good as Tiny’s hands and mouth on her skin. He ate at her breasts as if he was a starving man and she was a three-course meal. She felt electricity go from her nipples down to her pussy, and it made her shift restlessly on the bed under him.
She needed something. Needed more .
As if Tiny could read her mind, he shifted down her body, pushing her legs farther apart, making room for his shoulders. He reached up and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under her butt. She was on full display to him, and it made her a little nervous.
But when he spoke, saying more dirty things that made all her inhibitions disappear, need welled up once more.
“Look at you, so damn pretty,” Tiny whispered as he stared between her legs. “And it’s mine. All mine .”
Some women might have been irritated by the ownership and possessiveness they heard in a man’s voice as he said something like that. Ryleigh couldn’t help being turned on by it.
One of his hands came up and brushed against her pubic hair. It tickled, making Ryleigh squirm against him.
He smiled up at her as he continued to pet the small strip of hair.
Ryleigh dropped her head, then immediately picked it up again when she felt Tiny’s breath against skin that hadn’t seen the light of day in another person’s presence. Her gaze met his.
“Grab another pillow and put it under your head,” he ordered.
Ryleigh frowned. “Why?”
“So you can watch what I’m doing without getting a crick in your neck. I just got you relaxed in the tub, the last thing I want is you pulling a muscle.”
Ryleigh wanted to be embarrassed by her obvious curiosity to see what he was doing, but she was quickly learning that Tiny didn’t feel uneasy about anything that went on in bed. She should have realized that when he’d licked her finger, after she’d put it inside her body.
Since she really was curious, and she desperately wanted to watch him, she did as he requested and stuffed another pillow under her head. Now she was propped up and could see what he was doing between her legs without strain.
“You’ve orgasmed before?” he asked, as he began to gently caress her clit. It felt good, but the touch wasn’t nearly hard enough to make her come.
“Of course.”
“There’s no ‘of course’ about it. Some women aren’t comfortable with masturbating. ”
The word made Ryleigh’s cheeks heat.
Tiny grinned wickedly. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun.” Then he seemed to be done talking. His gaze went back to her pussy and his tongue came out, licking her outer lips. It felt nice.
He did it again. And again. Then he pushed her legs farther apart, almost uncomfortably so, lowered his head and covered her clit with his mouth. His gaze moved up to hers…and he watched her as he began to lick and suck the bundle of nerves.
Now, that felt good. Really good! The muscles in Ryleigh’s belly contracted, and she tried to close her legs, to no avail.
Tiny’s hands came to rest on her inner thighs, and he kept her spread open for him.
All of a sudden, looking into his eyes seemed too intimate. Ryleigh closed her eyes.
His mouth lifted from between her legs. “No, watch me. I want to see you go over the edge. I want to see you reach orgasm for the first time under my mouth.”
She couldn’t. But when he said, “Please,” Ryleigh was helpless.
Her eyes opened, and she met his gaze.
“Thank you,” he whispered. Then he kissed her clit before once more taking it into his mouth.
This time, his touch wasn’t light. He sucked strongly, making her ass come off the bed. He smiled but didn’t pull away from her as he concentrated on making her come.
Ryleigh barely felt his finger easing into her body, but when she clenched down, it felt different…fuller.
“Tiny!” she gasped .
He didn’t respond, simply held on as she bucked under him…used his tongue almost like a vibrator against her clit.
She felt the orgasm rising, but it was different than anything she’d felt in the past. Bigger. It was almost scary, and she wanted to beg Tiny to stop. But as soon as she had the thought, she dismissed it. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’d keep her safe.
She’d had the same thought earlier, when she was waiting for her father to show up. She’d been scared then too, but knowing Tiny was out there, watching over her, gave her the courage to stay the course. Just as she would now.
The feelings inside her welled up, consuming her, just like Tiny was doing.
The orgasm surprised her. One second she was nearly desperate, the next she was flying over the edge. She’d never felt anything as good in her entire life. Every muscle tensed, and she shook as pleasure overwhelmed her. Through it all, she kept her gaze locked onto Tiny’s. It was more intimate than she ever could’ve imagined. Which made the experience all the more mind-blowing.
She thought Tiny would back off once she came. She felt his finger sliding out of her body, which made another jolt of pleasure shoot through her, but then he lowered his head farther and licked her pussy. He did it again. And again. He ate at her as if he’d never get enough.
“Tiny!” she said breathlessly.
In response, he simply grunted as he continued to lick up every drop of pleasure he’d wrung from her. To Ryleigh’s surprise, she felt another orgasm building. Watching him, seeing how much pleasure he was getting from tasting her, was a massive turn-on. He hadn’t lied when he’d said he enjoyed her taste.
He must’ve felt how close she was, because he finally lifted his head from between her legs and scooted up a little on the bed. His shoulders still kept her legs parted around him, but now he brought one of his hands up to her clit. He used his thumb to strum the bundle of nerves firmly. The other hand went between her legs and he eased a finger inside her.
Ryleigh reached down and grabbed his wrist with one hand.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked softly.
“No, it’s just…I…I don’t know.” Ryleigh couldn’t describe the feelings coursing through her body. She felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience. Like this was happening to someone else.
“Just feel, hon. That’s all you need to do.”
That was the problem. She was feeling too much.
He eased his finger in and out of her body, and soon, it didn’t feel like enough. She needed more, but she had no idea what she actually needed or wanted.
Tiny did. He added a second finger to the first, and while she felt a slight pinch of pain, it quickly receded as pleasure bloomed in her pussy. She felt full, and her inner muscles clamped down on him, his cue to stroke her clit harder and faster.
“That’s it, Ryleigh. You’re stretching around my fingers just like you will around my cock. You’re going to take me so deep. You’re soaking wet, and you taste so damn good. I could spend every night drinking you down. So damn responsive, so beautiful. And mine. All fucking mine. ”
She smiled at that, then gasped as his pinky brushed against her ass.
“You like that?” he asked. “Anal isn’t my thing, but there are a ton of nerve endings back there. Close your eyes. Just feel.”
She immediately did as he requested, glad for the reprieve. Swirls of color swam across her eyelids as she neared her second orgasm of the night. She was hot, burning up, and strained to reach the pinnacle once more.
“I’ve got you, hon. I’ll make you feel good.”
And he did. His fingers played her like a priceless instrument. A low keen escaped her lips as she flew over the edge once again. She gripped his wrist as tightly as she could, fingers still deep inside her body. Yet it still wasn’t enough. She humped his hand, out of control, and the pleasure almost overwhelmed her.
She felt him moving between her legs, but she didn’t have the energy or mind space to try to figure out what he was doing.
“Open your eyes. Look at who’s going to be inside you. Look at the man who’s going to make you his, just as you make him yours. Look at me, Ryleigh.”
She pried her eyes open to see Tiny looming over her. His turquoise eyes seemed to be even brighter than usual. She felt something between her legs, and she looked down.
He was nestled between her knees, his cock resting on her pussy. But something was wrong. She couldn’t feel his heat. And his cock didn’t look like it had earlier. Then she realized…
“You’re wearing a condom,” she blurted.
“Yeah. ”
“But I’m on birth control,” she said in confusion. “The lady said it was okay to have sex without one.”
“I’m protecting you, sweetheart,” he said tenderly.
Ryleigh was sick of being protected. She wanted wild, messy, out-of-control sex. She wanted to feel all of Tiny. She shook her head. “No. Take it off.”
“Ryleigh,” he started, in a conciliatory tone.
“No!” she repeated more firmly this time. “I want all of you. I don’t want any barriers.”
“I haven’t been with a woman in more than a year, but I can’t prove that,” he told her.
“I trust you, Tiny. Hell, you’ve done more for me than anyone in my life ever has. I trust you completely.” Then something occurred to her. “Oh…but if you don’t trust me , I understand. I mean, I?—”
She didn’t get to finish what she was saying before Tiny growled low in his throat and ripped the condom off his cock. He stroked himself a few times, until a bead of precome formed at the tip. Then he looked her in the eyes and said, “Last chance to back out. I said this before, but I’ll say it again. Once you let me inside, that’s it. I’m yours.”
Ryleigh liked that. Liked that he hadn’t claimed she was his again; frankly, that was a given as far as she was concerned. Instead warning her that if they had sex, he’d belong to her .
In response, Ryleigh reached between them and brushed his hand off his cock, placing the tip at her opening. “I’m ready.”
“Look at me. Again, don’t look away. This will probably hurt, but I swear I’ll make it good after. ”
Ryleigh nodded. She couldn’t lie. She was nervous about this.
But he didn’t draw out the anticipation. He pressed into her slowly, but surely.
Ryleigh felt a pinch, then she gasped as he continued to push inside her. It did hurt. A lot. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she did as Tiny asked and didn’t look away from him.
“It’s over. It’s done. I’m in. Breathe, Ryleigh. I’m not moving. You’re okay.”
She wanted to push him away. He was big, huge. Enormous. And it felt as if he was tearing her in two. A small whimper escaped her lips.
“I know, I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. Give it a moment. If it still hurts, I’ll pull out and we’ll be done for now. But this is the only time it’ll hurt this much, I promise.”
Even as he spoke, the pain lessened. It didn’t disappear, but instead turned into a throbbing ache.
Tiny shifted up carefully until he was bracing himself on one hand above her. Then he moved the other between their bodies. Without a word, he began to caress her clit gently. Ryleigh was relieved when pleasure began to override the pain.
“Better?” he asked.
Ryleigh couldn’t speak, she could only nod.
“Good. This orgasm probably won’t be as intense as the other two, but it’ll help loosen your muscles. Yeah, like that.”
With every caress of his finger on her clit, Ryleigh could feel her inner muscles—previously clenched as tightly as possible, as if that could prevent him from going deeper—relaxing more and more. And as they did, his length inside her began to actually feel good. Better than his fingers. More substantial.
Her breaths came faster, and while she was aware she was digging her nails into his biceps, she couldn’t seem to make herself let go.
“God, you have no idea how good you feel. You’re so hot and tight. Nothing in my life has felt better than being inside your pussy. I’m going to make this up to you. Next time it won’t hurt. I swear. You’ll feel nothing but pleasure. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It’s like you’re caressing me from the inside out. Come for me, Ryleigh. One more time, then you can rest.”
Resting sounded great. Perfect. But the orgasm that was just out of reach felt more important. She experimented by pushing her hips up into Tiny. It felt good. Really good. She wanted more.
But Tiny refused to budge. “No, stay still. I know you want to move, but I don’t want to hurt you. You can orgasm like this, I know you can. Do it, Ryleigh, come for me. Come on my dick. Bathe me with your juices. I want to feel it on my bare cock. Claim what’s yours.”
That was all it took. The thought of Tiny trusting her enough to make love to her without the condom made her careen off the edge once more. He was right, the orgasm wasn’t as intense as it had been the last two times, but with him deep inside her body, it felt very different. She gripped his dick hard as she came.
Then, to her surprise, he collapsed to his elbows and moaned into her ear. She was confused for a second. Had he come? No, he couldn’t have. He hadn’t moved inside her at all. Didn’t guys have to thrust in order to orgasm? She felt stupid that she didn’t actually know. Only recalled what she’d seen in movies and read in books. In every case, the guy needed the stimulation of thrusting to come.
After a moment, he lifted his head and smiled wryly down at her.
“Did you…was it okay?” she asked.
“Okay? I’ve never come so hard in my life,” Tiny said. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, and Ryleigh was fascinated by that small sign of his exertion.
“But you didn’t…I thought men had to move to come.”
He laughed. “So did I.”
“I’m so confused.”
“Honey, I was on a hair trigger even before I entered you. Feeling you come around my bare dick? I’ve never felt that before. Ever. I’ve always worn a condom. I got a little control back after I saw how much pain you were in, but the feel of you fluttering around me…then when you squeezed my cock as you came, it milked my orgasm right out of me. I didn’t need to move, the pleasure I got from simply being inside you was enough.”
He grinned and ran a finger down her nose when she gaped at him.
“Your blush is adorable,” he said.
Ryleigh shifted under him and realized he was still inside her body. Her Kegels tightened, and he groaned.
“ Fuck that feels good.”
“What? This?” she asked, tightening her core around him again.
“Yes! That,” he agreed, sitting up and pulling out of her.
Ryleigh couldn’t stop the small whimper of pain from escaping .
“I know, sweetheart. Give me a second. Don’t move.”
Ryleigh watched as Tiny leaped out of bed—he looked damn fine, wandering around butt-ass naked—and headed for the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a damp washcloth. She tried to take it from him, but he shook his head and climbed back onto the bed.
He gently wiped between her thighs, and looking down, Ryleigh saw a smear of red on the cloth.
“You know, I never thought much about what a woman goes through when she has sex for the first time. But now I’m understanding why the men of olden times hung the bloody sheets out their windows. I want to pound my chest and declare to the world that you’re mine. That you chose me for your first. It’s an honor, sweetheart. I won’t ever forget this moment.”
“It’s just a bit of blood,” Ryleigh felt obligated to point out.
“No, it’s you trusting me not to hurt you more than necessary. It’s you letting me take you without a condom. It’s you giving me something you held on to for thirty-one years.”
She wasn’t sure what to say about that. And then she recalled the look on his face when he realized how much pain she was in. He looked terrified. But he hadn’t panicked. Had immediately done what he could to mitigate her discomfort by staying absolutely still. By giving her pleasure to work through the pain. She couldn’t have chosen a better man to give her virginity to. This was why she’d waited. To give it to him. To Tiny.
When he was finished cleaning away their combined orgasms from between her legs, he got back up to put the washcloth in the bathroom. As he approached the bed, she noticed that he hadn’t cleaned himself. Even though he was flaccid, she could see tiny streaks of her blood on his cock, along with evidence of their orgasms.
It wasn’t until he’d situated them in their usual sleeping positions that she found the courage to say, “Won’t you be uncomfortable? With that…stuff, drying on your skin?”
He chuckled against her. “Maybe. But I don’t care. I want you on me. Don’t love the blood, but since it’s evidence of you taking me for your own, I’ll be okay for a night.”
“It’s kind of gross,” Ryleigh whispered.
“You want me to clean up?” he asked, lifting his head, his muscles flexing as if he was preparing to get off the mattress once more.
“No! I mean, not if you don’t want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”
“Smelling you on my skin, my soap on your body, holding you in my arms…I’m comfortable.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
They lay in silence for a moment, before Ryleigh asked tentatively, “Next time…you’re going to move though, right?”
He chuckled. “No clue. I lose all control when it comes to you. You think you’d like that?”
“Um, yeah. I liked how it felt there at the end, but I think having you moving would feel even better.”
Tiny groaned, and he shifted next to her. She smiled, loving that she could affect him. Could turn him on.
“What else do you want to try?”
“Try?”
“Yeah, in bed. ”
“Everything?”
“I’m going to need you to be more specific. I know you enjoyed when I touched your ass, and as I said, anal’s not my thing, but if you want to try it we can. But not right away. It’ll take a while for us to get you ready for that.”
“I don’t think so…but I did like you touching me there.”
“I liked it too.”
“And I want to give you a blow job. And maybe you can take me from behind? I’ve heard that feels good.”
“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart. Anything you want, you can have. Don’t be embarrassed to ask. Between us, in this bed, nothing’s off-limits. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. To be honest, she was relieved her first time was behind her. It had felt like this huge thing hanging over her head. And now that it was gone, she was…free.
Her dad was behind bars, The Refuge was safe, she was free to be exactly who she was. And she could be that person with Tiny. She’d never been happier.