131. Courtney
Chapter 131
Courtney
Hands against my stomach, ankles crossed, legs straight up in the air, I feel exposed but surprisingly not self-conscious.
A man doesn’t fuck you like Sterling just fucked me if he doesn’t like your body.
Heavy steps announce Sterling’s return.
I start to lower my legs, but he grips my ankles in one hand, holding them in place.
I look to his other hand, but it’s still empty.
“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer.” His serious tone sends a tendril of unease through me.
“Okay…” I slide my hands up to cover my tits, suddenly feeling that self-consciousness I thought I’d lost.
He uses his free hand to pull one of my hands away. “Don’t cover yourself from me.”
I huff out a breath and drop my other hand back to my stomach. “Don’t freak me out with lead-ups. Ask your question.”
His eyes stay on mine. “Are you a virgin?”
I feel my mouth literally drop open.
The hell?
“No, Sterling. I am not a virgin.” My tone is bland.
He rolls his eyes. “ Were you a virgin?”
Is this man for real?
“At one point in my life? Yes. An hour ago? No.” I widen my eyes at him. “Do you want me to tell you about my first time?”
The hand on my ankle lets go and smacks my ass.
I yelp. And then I can feel the mess of bare sex leaking out of me.
“Can you get me some tissues or get out of the way?” I ask, bending my knees.
“I’ll clean you up when you tell me why there’s blood on my dick.” He reaches back between my legs, running his fingers down my slit again.
“Sterling,” I gasp.
He pushes a finger inside me.
I groan.
“Tell me.” He sounds distracted. But the fact he’s casually playing with my pussy tells me he isn’t disgusted by the blood. Which is good because that would be ridiculous.
“I wasn’t a virgin,” I tell him calmly. “But you’re… big. And… enthusiastic.”
The finger inside me stills. “I hurt you?”
His question is so quiet I almost miss it as he slowly pulls his finger free.
“No—”
“Fuck.” He holds his hands up. Like he’s afraid of hurting me more.
What a moron.
“Sterling,” I snap. He meets my gaze. “Quit acting weird. I like it rough. Now go get me some tissue.”
I watch his jaw work before he spins and strides back to the bathroom, toned butt cheeks on full display.
He’s back a moment later and stays quiet after handing me a clump of tissues.
He keeps waiting until I sit up and start to slide off the bed.
“Dammit, Courtney.” He darts forward and grips my waist to help me down.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, but he doesn’t let me go. Our still naked bodies pressed together .
He reaches one hand up to lightly grip my chin. “Are you telling me the truth? Do you really like it rough?”
His tone is even, but his eyes are heated.
“I do. Though I’ll admit, it’s a new revelation.”
“How new?”
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. “Very new.”
Sterling makes a sound low in his throat. “You better be telling the truth.”
“Why’s that?” I can’t help but ask.
He slides his hand around from my chin to the back of my neck. “Because if some other man ever got rough with you…”
“That’s never happened,” I tell him honestly. “Never in the bedroom and never in any other way.”
He flexes his jaw as he nods. “Go get dressed.”