Twenty-Six
I think I probably stared at her like a complete prick for a whole minute. She wanted what? And she wanted it when?
My body was completely on board, but I was worried that she was making a mistake, because she was reacting to something, rather than choosing it for the right reasons.
“Elise…”
“Don’t say no unless you really don’t want me, Has-Been. I’ve waited long enough, and tonight I almost didn’t get a choice at all. Please. I can’t bear him being the last man who touched me like that.”
Fuck me. How am I supposed to say no to her?
“Babe, are you even on birth control? You’re rushing into this, because you’re reacting to what happened.”
“Please, Has-Been.” Oh, don’t give me the fucking eyes. I’m already hanging on by a thread here. I thought the birth control question might shake a little sense into her, because while I knew I’d wear protection, I knew she wasn’t prepared for this yet.
She pressed her hands against my chest, sliding them under my cut. I really should have put a t-shirt on when I got back. Still, her touch… it was worth it for that.
“Babe, you know I want to. You know I’m fucking desperate to be with you, but I don’t want to be something you regret tomorrow, or for the rest of your fucking life.”
Elise slid her hands down my chest, dragging her fingernails over my skin, making me suck in a sharp breath, and then her hands landed on the waist of my jeans.
“Please, Has-Been. I need you. I need to feel you, and I need you to erase this horrible night for me. I know you can make me see, and feel, and breathe only you, and nothing else. I need you to be my everything, please.”
And this is why I’m weak as fuck, because I can’t resist her, and I can’t refuse to give her what she wants or needs. I cupped her face in my palms, and made sure she was looking me in the eye again.
“Babe, did you mean what you said to Stitch?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry I said it to him first, and I know it’s fast. I know it probably makes me seem like some pathetic desperate thing, but I know you’re who I’ve been waiting for. It was you from the moment I set eyes on you for the first time, even as you punched my brother and knocked him to the ground.”
Oh shit. Of course, that was our first meeting. I caught sight of her in the doorway and I think I stopped breathing, because she lit up the fucking room with her sweetness, her innocence. I could fucking see it all in that instant.
“Babe, I need you to know that I’m saying this now, purely because I know I’ve been feeling it this whole time too. It isn’t because we’re about to fuck, but it’s because you need to know you didn’t say it too soon. You didn’t make some mistake when you said it, even if you said it to him and not me. I am desperately in fucking love with you, and even if your brother kills me for it, it was worth it, to be with you for all of these precious moments.”
I don’t know which one of us moved, but the next second our mouths were fused together, and Elise was trying to undo my jeans as I backed her up to the bed.
Elise
N o more waiting. His words had just lit an even bigger fire inside me, and I needed us to seal the deal with more than words. I couldn’t spend another hour as a virgin, when this god of a man was mine!
I fell back onto Has-Been’s bed, and he grinned, as he shrugged off his cut, and set it gently aside, and then finished what I’d started, kicking off his boots and jeans, socks, and finally the boxers he was wearing. He watched me closely as he eased them over his intimidatingly large and angry looking hard cock, and shoved them down his legs.
He stood over me for a moment, stroking his length as he watched me, maybe looking for any sign that I wasn’t ready for him.
“Please, Has… I need you inside me.” My heart was thundering in my chest, and I felt too warm already, and he’d barely even touched me. It was the sheer thrill of knowing that it was finally going to happen. He was a work of art, standing over me, all chiselled muscle and fewer tattoos than I’d expected, with him being a tattoo artist himself. Most of them were on his arms, where they could be seen.
When he moved away from me, I almost begged him again, but he returned from the dresser with a foil packet in hand. A condom. I hadn’t even thought about protection. He’d asked me about birth control, and of course I was on the pill. Even we virgins live in hope, right?
“I’m on the pill,” I muttered, and Has grinned.
“Good. Condoms aren’t foolproof, are they?”
He tore the pack open, and I reached up to grab his hands.
“Can I… Can I put it on you?”
Has’s hands clenched slightly in mine.
“You’re fucking killing me here. Babe, have you even touched a cock before?”
I shook my head. “You were going to let me play with it, remember?”
His lips twitched, and he relinquished his hold on the condom, letting me take it from him, then he took it back and set it on the bed.
“Give me your hands again, babe.” As soon as I did, he gently guided them to his cock, and wrapped them around it. It was hotter than I expected, his skin silky and smooth.
“Stroke me, babe… fuck … I didn’t expect you to do that quite so expertly. You sure you’ve never done this before?” He guided me back on the bed, grinning widely at me, as his body moved over mine.
“Oh god… is this it?”
Has laughed. “Babe, have a little faith, yeah? I need you desperate and squirming and begging for my cock, before he’s going anywhere near that sweet pussy of yours. I just want to feel your skin against mine.” My hands were still holding his cock as he pressed closer, his elbows bracing most of his weight as he did. The heat of his body offered instant comfort, while at the same time, set my heart racing even faster. I was naked with a naked man on top of me, and I was touching his cock. It was so much at once. All I’d ever wanted.
“Babe, look at me.” I didn’t even realise I’d closed my eyes.
“Sorry.”
“Never.” He pressed his lips against mine. “Apologise.” Another kiss . “In.” Kiss . “Bed.”
I felt my lips move as a smile, and then a giggle erupted from me, despite the impending panic.
“Never apologise in bed?”
He shrugged. “Just keeping you smiling.” He kissed me again. “Besides, what could you possibly have to apologise for? Being so hot that I nearly blew my load when you touched me?”
I felt my face flush red as his words permeated my senses.
“Oh god.”
He nodded, kissing me again, his lips and tongue teasing at mine. My hands were stroking him again rather than just nervously holding on.
“Exactly, babe. Only a fucking goddess could make me almost lose my cool like that. Don’t worry though, I’m gonna make this as perfect and special for you as I can.” A wicked grin was my only warning, before he moved back and away from me, his lips sealing around each nipple in turn on the way, but moving before I could even properly arch into the sensations.
I realised where he was going, and when he pressed my thighs further apart and focused his gaze between my legs, I knew I was about to experience another long-awaited first. I was trembling, and I could literally see my thighs quaking as he held them.
He wasn’t moving though, his gaze suddenly dark and angry.
“What?”
“You’re bruised down here. I mean, you’re going to be. That fucker.”
Oh no, don’t go there. I needed to stay in the moment. I opened my mouth to say it, but as usual Has seemed to be a step ahead of me.
“Just gonna overwrite every touch from that fucker with me. My touch. Every inch of this sweet body is mine, babe. I’m reclaiming it right the fuck now.”
He lowered his head, and just his breath touching me down there had me squirming and letting out a shaky gasp. Has laughed.
“I haven’t even started yet, babe. Gimme a chance.” He winked at me, and then his mouth touched my skin and all semblance of conscious thought seemed to depart.
A second later, the door crashed open and Has let out a string of curses.