Chapter Thirty-One
Mimic
I covered her body with mine, taking my time kissing her. I never knew kissing could be so damn erotic. But just the taste of her lips had me rock hard again.
I heard the brothers talk about their conquests, bragging about how many times they made a woman come. Indie had now made me lose control four times, and I had yet to make her come once.
That ended now. I nestled myself between her legs, the head of my cock notched at her pussy. I wanted to push in so fucking badly, but I had to wait. He had to wait. This was her time.
She didn’t think she was good enough for me. She didn’t think she deserved me. It wasn’t about what she deserved. It was about what I fucking wanted. And what I wanted was her.
Forever.
I trailed my lips over her jaw and down her throat. I sucked on her collarbone until a small bruise started. My first hickey. My first blowjob. My first hand job. My first pussy.
Indie had all my firsts. She didn’t understand that no one on this Earth deserved what she was about to get. Because it was mine to fucking give, and I wanted her to have it. That alone made her deserving.
People made a big deal about a woman’s first time. Believing it was a special gift to let someone pop your cherry. But no one thought about men. It was important to us too.
I slid my tongue over her nipple. It was as hard as my dick. I took it between my teeth and sucked it like a baby being fed. Indie thrashed beneath me.
“Harder, Mimic.”
So I sucked harder. I bit down on her nipple, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. Her hand held the back of my head, preventing me from moving away.
I wanted more, but Indie deserved what she wanted. I moved to the other side, giving that one the same attention, pinching the first nipple as I sucked hard on the second.
“Fuck me, Mimic. I want you to fuck me.”
I ignored her pleas. This might be for her, but I was taking my time. It was my first after all. Wasn’t there some bullshit about going slow the first time, making sure a woman was ready?
Dakota never made sure any of the women he fucked in front of me were ready. He took them when he wanted to with no thought to their own pleasure.
I had to admit, right this moment, Indie’s pleasure wasn’t my top priority.
Mine was. I wanted to savor this moment.
I wanted to take my time and enjoy the feel of her under me.
The way she moaned and bucked her hips against me.
Just knowing that she wanted me was hot as fuck, but knowing I was depriving her of what she needed—fuck that made me almost come again.
I reached down and squeezed the head of my dick. I couldn’t fucking come again. I had to save something for when I got inside her.
I grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head as I loomed over her. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her eyes widened with arousal, and I growled before nipping her throat. I slid down her body, letting her feel every inch of me. Until I was right where I wanted to be.
Staring at her pussy.
Her breath was slow. She inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly.
She was fighting for control; I could see it in her eyes.
Indie was used to being in control. The one who did all the work.
I knew growing up at the Trick Pony and seeing how Dakota treated women that no one had ever worshiped her body the way it was intended.
I would be her first.
The first to focus on her pleasure, taking my own from the pleasure I gave her body. I wouldn’t have the chance to be her first fuck, but I would be her fucking last.
I laid my head against the inside of her thigh. I could look at her all night. Just staring at her perfect pink pussy while I stroked my dick until I came would be enough. I could die happy.
The idea of being able to touch it, to kiss it and lick it, and sink my dick inside it was overwhelming.
“Mimic, please,” she begged. “Touch me.”
“I will. I want to savor this moment, Indie. My first pussy, and it’s yours.”
“You can stare at it later. I promise it will be just as hot when your cum is dripping from it.”
“Fuck, Indie, are you trying to make me come again? I need to have enough left over for when I fuck you.”
She bucked her hips. “You will, but I’ll die here waiting for you to touch me.”
I laid my palm over her mound, concealing it from my eyes. I looked up over her body at the way her tits heaved with every frustrated breath. I moved my hand in small circles, adding pressure.
Indie growled, and I smiled. I wanted her angry. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes. “Mimic,” she snarled.
I slid my hand down, letting my middle finger slip between her lips, making contact with the nub I knew was the source of most of her pleasure. I pressed my fingertip against it, and she hissed out a curse as she lifted her hips in search of more.
My arm settled over her belly, holding her down. My fingertip explored agonizingly slowly. First circling her clit, then sliding down to her entrance, the promised land already flowing with milk and honey.
Cream pooled at her entrance, slipping down her ass. I licked my lips but held back, not yet giving in to the urge to taste her. Instead, I pushed my finger inside her.
“YES!”
I withdrew it all the way, and she threatened my life. The urge to suck my finger was strong, but I still resisted. I wanted to taste her from the source, the way she did me that first time.
I leaned in and licked from her entrance to her clit, taking everything I could. I dove in on a mission to extract everything from her. My tongue played with her clit while my fingers fucked her pussy. Until I needed more, and my tongue fucked her pussy while my fingers played with her clit.
I couldn’t get enough. This was a new addiction that would rule my life. I heard Indie scream, and when she did, more cream flowed out. It was a simple cause and effect. The more I ate, the more she made. I lost count of how many times she’d screamed.
I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop.
“Mimic, please. I can’t.” Indie grabbed my hair and pulled me away. She smiled at the delirious look on my face. “I’ve created a monster.”
“I had no idea how fucking good a pussy could taste.”
“It will be even better wrapped around your dick.”
Fuck, she was right. I hadn’t even fucked her yet. I looked at her pussy, then looked at her and smiled.
“No!” she cried and scurried away further up the bed. “You’ve had enough.”
“Never,” I growled as I stalked her on the bed. I crushed her with my body and kissed her. I wanted my mouth on her twenty-four hours a day.
“I want you inside me, Mimic. I want you to fuck me.”
“I’m gonna come the second I’m inside you.”
“Hey.” Her hands held my cheeks. “If you do, it’s okay. Your recovery time is really quick.” She winked, and I smiled. How did I get so fucking lucky as to find her?
“You say that now. Wait until you’re left wanting again.”
“The number of times you just made me come with your tongue should probably go in the Guinness Book of World Records. For someone who’s never done it before, you learned really fucking quick.”
“I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will.”
“I will. I promise. Everyone makes a big deal about a girl’s first time. I wish I could forget mine. I wish your first time was mine too.”
“It is your first time with me. And it’s your last first time, Indie.
I meant what I said. You’re mine. I don’t care that King lied to Skinner when he said you were my old lady.
I didn’t see it as a lie; it was a preemptive strike.
It was always my plan for you to be mine. From the first moment I met you.”
“When you thought I was your sister.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” I groaned as I buried my face in her neck; my lips immediately started kissing. Indigo Cambridge was a drug I couldn’t kick. A drug I didn’t want to kick.
“I will if you fuck me right now.”
I smiled and kissed her hard before sitting back on my knees. My hands lifted her ass onto my thighs. She was fucking gorgeous, and she was mine.
I stroked my cock, doubt suddenly overwhelming my senses. My teeth dug into my lip as I looked at Indie.
“I promise it will be okay.”
Bracing myself on one arm, I leaned over her and lined the head of my cock up with her warm, wet entrance. Just the heat on the tip had me ready to blow my load. I knew I wouldn’t make it very long.
I pushed in, and a loud groan erupted from my chest. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched her pussy swallow me.
“Fuck, Indie. Fuck.”
She didn’t say a word as I slowly entered her. She didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to go faster. I looked at her face, and the look of euphoria mirrored how I was feeling at that moment.
Indie’s eyes shone brightly with unshed tears, as mine slipped down my cheeks. We were sharing a moment that few couples ever had. So many people saw sex as something casual, a means to get off. A few moments of orgasmic bliss with no thought to the way it might complicate their lives later.
Maybe I was a pussy. But this moment fucking meant something to me. Joining my body with Indie, my heart consumed with love for this woman who was as broken as I was, wasn’t a casual blip in my life.
It was a turning point.
It was a beginning.
The end of a life alone. And the start of my life with her. I pushed in to the hilt, and she held me against her.
“Just wait,” she panted.
I closed my eyes tightly, praying to every fucking God I knew that I could hold on a little longer. That I could make this good for her. That I wouldn’t blow the moment I moved.
I kissed her lips again. Just the feel of my body encased in hers, her lips meeting mine in a fervor, had my hips moving on their own. As if my body knew exactly what to do.
I slipped in and out in a rhythm that matched our hearts beating as one. Indie met me stroke for stroke as her hips lifted against me.
“Please come, Indie. Please come with me,” I begged.
Her breathing changed, slow inhales followed by long, low exhales, until they grew with speed and insistence the same way my hips sped up.
“Come for me, Indie. Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”
“Harder, Mimic.”
I pushed harder, and her body jumped with every thrust.
“Faster.”
I sped up. Every instruction she gave, I followed. Until I felt it, the warm cocoon around my length, squeezing in, choking me. Indie cried out my name, and I exploded inside her. Painting her with my cum. Marking her as mine forever. She held me inside her as she rode out her release.
I collapsed against her, my face buried in her neck as I cried. It was her; she’d knocked down every wall I had ever constructed. She climbed inside me and found the little boy desperate to be loved, and she made him whole.