Chapter 9 #3
He slid his thigh between my legs, and I shifted my hips, riding him.
“That’s it, I want you to come for me. Do you think you can come with just that friction? With my mouth on your breasts?”
I couldn’t say a thing. Instead, I just slid my fingers through his hair, rocking my hips against him.
He let out a rough chuckle, before he continued to lap at my breasts. When he twisted one slightly harder than before, I sucked in a breath, and he shifted his thigh so the seam of my jeans hit my clit just right.
And in that moment, I burst. Stars shattered beneath my eyelids as I came, arching my back and making a gasping sound that bordered on obscene.
Dorian just leaned over me on one arm, his hands lazily playing with my breasts as he stared down at me.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“Dorian,” I whispered as I reached for him.
In answer, he kissed me softly before he shifted down to the edge of the bed and worked on my pants.
I licked my lips as he undid the button and unzipped them slowly.
“Ass up,” he ordered, tapping my hip. I planted my feet on the edge of the bed and lifted my ass as he pulled my jeans down my legs. He took my panties with them, and I blushed, realizing I was bare before him. Naked in front of a man for the first time in my life.
Some part of myself told me I should probably tell him, but I didn’t want to break the moment. Instead I laid there, my thighs pressed together, feet planted on the bed, and naked before Dorian.
“Don’t be shy. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
I shook my head, teasing, even as my hands went to my breasts.
When he slapped my thigh, I gasped, my knees falling to the sides.
“Don’t be embarrassed or shy in front of me. Wellesley, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
And then he was on his knees, hands on my hips, and pulling me towards his face.
“Dorian!” I shouted, embarrassed.
“Look at that beautiful pink pussy. Your clit is all swollen and practically begging for my mouth.”
He slid his thumb up and down my swollen folds, and I wiggled, the sensations so different than when it was my own hand.
“Look at you. Just so beautiful. And this tiny patch of hair that you shaved into a triangle? So fucking beautiful. And sometimes I forget that you’re naturally blonde,” he whispered before he tugged at my curls.
I gasped, my back arching, but before I could say anything, his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t focus on anything else.
He used one hand to spread me as he licked at my clit, and then the other one he used to reach up and play with my breasts.
Dorian Cage was eating me out on his bed, and at some point, I was going to wake up from one of the best dreams of my life.
But for now, I was just going to lean into this reality. Even though it had to be fake.
When he teased my entrance with his finger, I stiffened.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Wellesley. I promise.”
I swallowed hard, nervous, as he slowly began to slide his finger inside me.
“You’re so tight,” he growled as he worked his way in and out of me.
Panting, I leaned into the movement, loving the way that he was so gentle with me.
Then his finger found that bundle of nerves that I had never found on my own before, and my toes curled.
“That’s what I was looking for,” he whispered, and then his mouth was on me again.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, instead, I just let him have me.
The man I was slowly falling for, or perhaps not so slowly, licked and sucked and worked towards my pleasure.
When he inserted another finger, I twinged at the pain, then relaxed in the most lucious way, as he found my G-spot once again.
When he worked his fingers harder and faster, the wet sounds of my own desire filling the room, I should have felt embarrassed.
Instead, all I could feel was wanting to crest over that peak.
I looked down between my legs, at the sight of his head, ensuring my pleasure, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Dorian!” I called, and then there was nothing, just heat, a growl, and then I was coming on his face. My wetness slicked my thighs, and his face, but I didn’t care. I could be embarrassed later.
When I came down from my high, I hadn’t even realized that Dorian had moved. I looked up at him then, as he ran his knuckles down my cheek.
“You are so fucking wet that I know I’m not going to last very long.”
“I feel like I should be embarrassed or say thank you,” I whispered, but I couldn’t really move. Instead, I just lay there, limp, as Dorian chuckled.
He moved to the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
Everything crashed into reality again, and I realized this was real.
There was no going back.
“We can stop,” Dorian said quickly as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine.
I could taste myself on him, sweet and tart, and I couldn’t help but want every inch of him for myself.
“Don’t stop,” I said in answer.
He nodded after a moment of studying my face and then went back to the edge of the bed. He undid his pants and shoved them to the floor.
I only had a few moments of looking at him before he was sheathing his long, hard cock in a condom.
He was thick, with the tip of his dick angry and red, that vein pulsating. His balls were heavy, and while I had seen plenty of dicks before in porn, it was very different when the dick was facing you, and about to touch you. Yes, I’d given a blowjob, but this was different.
Dorian crawled over me and took my mouth.
“Let’s make sure you’re ready for me,” he whispered as he slid his fingers between us.
I ran my hands up and down his body, afraid that this would all be a dream and I would never have this moment again.
Or perhaps this was all truth, but it would be our only time.
Tears threatened, and I told myself that this wasn’t an only time. That he wasn’t just taking care of me because he made a promise.
No, Dorian wanted me.
And this couldn’t be a dream.
He played with my pussy again, sliding in and out of my folds with his fingers, and when I was nearly ready to come again, he pulled away. Whimpering, I squirmed beneath him but Dorian just smiled down at me.
“It’s okay, you might miss my fingers, but my cock will take care of you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Dorian winked. That was the Dorian I knew. The one who could make me laugh even in the oddest of situations.
He knelt between my legs and pressed the tip of his cock to my heat.
“Look at you all wet and ready for me. Your pussy’s practically sucking the tip of my dick in right now. Lean up on your forearms and watch. I want you to watch as I enter you.”
This man was the hottest person I’d ever met in my life, and I hadn’t even realized that I liked dirty talk.
I did as he ordered and watched as he slid into me, inch by inch.
Pain rocked me as he slowly moved deeper and deeper inside of me. I was tight, and this was my first time. I had never used a dildo or a vibrator inside. I always played with my clit alone.
I had to hope that Dorian didn’t see the pain on my face. So instead, I closed my eyes and arched my back.
And when Dorian leaned over me, I realized he had stopped moving.
“Look at me, Harper.”
Harper. He called me by my name. Why did that change everything?
I looked up at him then and saw the worry there.
“You have to tell me if I’m hurting you. That was the promise.”
I reached up and brushed his hair back from his forehead.
“You’re not hurting me,” I swore. And he wasn’t. “I’m just so full.”
He smiled then, his eyes crinkling. “Well, then let’s make it feel good.”
And then he moved even deeper, and I called out.
He was seated fully inside of me, his balls pressed against my body, and I had never felt this sensation in my life. Full, and yet wanting more. I wiggled beneath him. But he refused to move. I shoved at his shoulder.
“Dorian. Please. I need…”
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know.”
He nodded then, and I realized I had answered the question that neither one of us had asked.
But he didn’t say a thing. Instead, he took my mouth and slowly slid out of me. I reached for his arms, then his hips, needing him back.
Dorian just chuckled against my mouth and then slammed into me. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t sweet, not like that first moment. And yet, it was exactly what I needed.
I tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but my rhythm was off, and Dorian just shook his head and gripped my hip.
“Like this. I’ve got you.”
And I followed his motions, tilting my hips exactly like he wanted. And suddenly we were in sync, moving as one, as I raked my fingernails down his back.
“Fuck, yes, Wellesley.”
And then he was moving faster, his hand between us. When his thumb went over my clit, I shot off, coming once again and clamping down on his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the word stretching.
But I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, I was all his.
And when he moved faster, and then slammed into me one last time, I couldn’t help but try to catch my breath. He buried his face in my shoulder and held onto me tightly as he came, and I tried to catch my own breath.
Because I had just lost my virginity to Dorian Cage. He was still deep inside me. And there was no going back. I held onto him, ignoring the tears that threatened.
This was the most magical moment of my life. And I still had no idea why it had happened. Or if it would ever happen again. But damn it, I was going to fight to make sure it did. Because I wanted Dorian Cage to be mine. I just had to prove to both of us that we deserved it.