Chapter 6 One Time #2
He answers as he backs out of the space, then onward to our building. “Sugar, I don’t have to chase women. They come willingly. You, on the other hand, have been a challenge. It’s refreshing.”
“I’m honored,” I say sarcastically, then add, “So now that you’ve won the battle, you’ll be done with me?”
“You’re leaving tomorrow, so yeah. That’s generally how I work anyway.” He’s honest, I’ll give him that.
For some reason, my chest tightens at his declaration rather than relief at being left alone. I’m sure it’s because he’ll be my first, not because I like him. Because I don’t. He’s crass. He’s vulgar. He’s the player of all players.
No. It’s just sentiment, and I’ll get over that.
He’s simply a means to an end—a way for me to experience my first time with someone who knows what they’re doing.
The last thing I need is him reading too much into this, which is why he can’t find out I’ve never done it before.
Plus, I don’t think it would be as good if he knew I was a virgin.
Hell, he’d probably run the other way, afraid that I’d cramp his style.
Thank goodness I grew up riding horses. They say you lose your hymen from it. I’m hoping it’s not an old wives’ tale, or he’s in for quite the surprise. Fingers crossed the sheets remain clean, or rather, bloodless, because they better be dirty by the time we’re finished.
“Having second thoughts? It’s not like you didn’t know this was a one-time thing. Although if you had given in sooner, we might’ve had time to play out all our fantasies. Listen, I live here, you live there. I’d say it’s a perfect scenario for you.”
“How so?” I ask as we exit the cart and walk toward his room, since I’m sharing mine.
“Bozeman’s a small town, right? You’ve probably run through most of your options.
I’m fresh meat. Someone to screw without overthinking whether I’m husband material or not.
” He shrugs while opening the door. “Who knows, maybe this will be so much better than your supposed meaningful sex that you’ll go home and start living like the rest of the single population. ”
“You’re delusional.” I shake my head at the ridiculous notion as we enter. Ridiculous because I have nothing to compare it to. I’m sure it won’t change anything, but I hope he’s right and it’s at least pleasurable.
Grinning, he shuts the door, walks to the table to place his wallet down, and looks back at me, still standing in the doorway.
“I am delusional. You know what I’ve been doing these past couple of nights?”
I shake my head.
“I’ve been jacking off to visions of your pussy wrapped around my cock instead of my hand. Ever heard the saying ‘you bring about what you think about’?” He wiggles his brows. “I’m good at it.”
He stalks closer and grabs my hand to remove my wristlet as he leads me into the room. Setting it on the table alongside his wallet, he continues, “I’m ready to make those visions a reality… right after I feast on your pussy until you’re begging me for it. How does that sound?”
I gulp. I breathe. I open my mouth and close it—unsure what to say. The conversation on the way here gave me no chance to be nervous, but the minute the door clicked shut and the reality of what we’re here to do kicked in, the nerves hit full force.
But uttering those words in that seductive tone, putting the images in my head—I’m once again putty in his hands and nodding in acceptance.
Braden
She froze the second we entered the room. My little mouse will be fun to coax out of her shell. Not that it’s difficult with how she responds. Fuck, my words alone make her weak in the knees. Their effect on her is obvious in the flashes of desire that play out on her features.
She’s stunning in the floor-length fitted gown. Her hair is up, showcasing her slender neck that I want to devour. I’m looking forward to dirtying up my wholesome little librarian, that’s for sure. But first things first.
“I’m gonna need more than a nod of your head. Are you ready for me to have my way with you?”
“Yes,” she says softly.
“Are you on birth control and been tested recently?”
She hesitates, her brows shifting in confusion as if the question is odd. “Uh…. Yes?”
“You don’t sound very sure. I have, and I’d like to forgo condoms if you’re okay with that, but I need you to elaborate.”
It’s strange, I usually wrap up automatically, but this one’s fucking with me, and all I can think about is feeling her without a barrier between us. But only if I’m confident there won’t be repercussions.
She jerks her head once up and down. “I get the shot, and I’m 100% STD free.”
“Does that mean you’re good with no protection?”
“Yes?” Her answer comes out as another question, and that’s not good enough.
“Poppy,” I say sternly.
“Yes. No protection. That’s fine.”
“You act like you’ve never had this conversation. Does no one ask you first?”
“Not… usually.”
“Have you always used condoms then?”
She takes a second before answering, making me wonder why this is so hard for her. “This will be the first time without a condom.” She smiles like she’s proud.
Fuck. If that isn’t the icing on the motherfucking cake.
“In that case, I’m ready to see if you’re as sweet as I’ve imagined.” I lead her further into the room and spin her around to face the bed. I bend down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, trailing every inch of skin on the way to her ear, feeling her break out in goose bumps.
I whisper, “And I’ll finally find out if our first toast was accurate.”
“I did not toast to that,” she protests adorably.
I chuckle behind her.
To think we’ve made it this far since our initial encounter. In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have pictured us here after she walked away that day. I recall how upset I was, but this more than makes up for it.
Reaching for her zipper, I slowly slide it down as my lips follow its descent, savoring the feel of her skin. As it reaches her panty line, I catch my first glimpse at the lace thong she’s wearing, and my dick hardens a little more. I kiss each swell of her ass before rising.
The curve of her back is exquisite. I haven’t been this focused on a woman’s body in a very long time, besides getting my cock into them anyway.
I had a feeling she would be different, and with the work I’ve put into this one, I’m going to savor the occasion, prolonging it for as long as possible, which unfortunately isn’t long enough with the reception taking place.
I turn her around to face me, leaving the dress in place.
“In case I forgot to say, you look beautiful in this dress. But I’m more than ready for you to be out of it.”
She swallows in response, and her cheeks go red.
“To put us on even ground, I’ll meet you halfway.
” Taking a step back, I undo the bow tie and then quickly remove my shirt.
Kicking off my shoes and unbuckling my belt simultaneously, I remove my pants, leaving the boxers on.
If they come off now, there’s no guarantee I won’t fuck her first and play later.
And I’d rather follow through on making her beg.
She’s already panting in lust as it is, so it won’t take much, but it won’t be enough until she’s screaming for it—only then will I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. Her hands are fidgeting, so I walk toward her and grab one, placing it over my throbbing cock.
She gasps.
“You feel that, baby? I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. The only problem is that I want to taste you even more, so let’s get you naked and lying on that bed.”
She nods. She won’t be silent for long.
I reach for the tiny straps holding the dress up and begin to lower them. Inch by delicious inch, I slowly reveal my prize, exposing her strapless bra, her creamy alabaster skin to her belly button, and finally over her hips, where I release the straps, letting it pool to the ground.
With a full view of the white lace bra and panties, I’m reminded of innocence. With her pale, seemingly untouched skin, the white lingerie, and her shyness, that’s precisely the vibe she puts off. She’s basically every man’s vision of a virgin sacrifice.
“Damn, baby, you’re so fucking sexy it’s taking every ounce of restraint not to throw you on the bed and fuck you right now. Why don’t you distract me by removing your bra?”
She reaches back, doing as I ask, still not speaking.
“Good girl.” Her pussy clenches, and damn if I’m not dying for a better look.
But all is forgotten except the sight before me the minute her bra falls. She’s a goddess, exquisitely perfect in every way.
“Take your hair down,” I demand.
She reaches up, working the pins out one by one, while I’m salivating in anticipation. She finishes and holds them out as her flaming red hair cascades down her back in waves.
“Drop them,” I tell her, and as soon as she obeys, I lunge for her mouth while lowering her to the bed, leaving her panties in place. Maneuvering higher toward the pillows, I continue kissing as I palm her breasts.
“Has anyone told you how fucking perfect these are? I need my mouth on them.”
Her moans are music to my ears as I give her neck attention on my way down. Once I reach her pert little nipple, I secure my lips around it and suck like I’m dying of thirst, her body bucking from my attack.
She whimpers as I explore, moving back and forth, my tongue flicking the tight nub, while I knead and pinch the other.
They’re not large but so fucking soft and just the right amount to play with.
She’s panting and distracted as I lower one hand to her mound and feel the heat emanating between her legs.
Unable to wait a second longer, I trail my mouth over her torso, licking along the way. Pausing at her belly button, I dip my tongue in and make eye contact as I gently slide her panties off, her hips rising to assist.
I sit up for a full view and revel in what a glorious pussy she has. “Damn, sugar. That’s a sight to behold.”
She looks away shyly.