12. Isa #4
“You’re blushing,” he observed, moving back over me, his hands bracing on either side of my head. “Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
He shot me a pointed look.
I felt the heat spreading down my neck and tapped his shoulder. “Oh, we both know I’ve been lying.”
He smirked. “You’re shit at it.”
“Am not,” I argued.
He laughed, and I tried to decide if I felt insulted over that.
I did.
I slapped his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it.
Goose bumps broke out across my skin from the simple contact.
Hell.
If I was reacting like this to such a simple touch, how would I react when he…
“You’re fucking adorable.” He leaned down and pressed soft kisses along my jaw. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
I nodded, feeling relieved. A part of me was afraid he would pull away from me at any moment. Certainly, my inexperience couldn’t be a selling point for him.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he positioned himself between my legs. The weight of him, the heat radiating from his skin… everything.
It was everything.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I looked up and met his gaze as he pressed forward, just the tip of him pushing against my entrance. Even that small amount had me gasping, my fingers digging into his shoulders. My skin didn’t feel like my own. I was feeling… I didn’t know what I was feeling.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered softly against my head, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw. “Just breathe.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out. His eyes shone with approval, causing a sense of satisfaction to spread through me. I wanted his approval badly, even if I knew it was a stupid thing to want.
He pushed in another inch, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips. I tried to breathe, but it wasn’t working. There was just so much going on and… it was a stretch unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
He pushed in all the way.
I tensed when I felt that pressure as he settled inside me, the burn returning. Tears pricked at my eyes. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
“Elio.”
“I got you,” he cooed softly. “I got you. Look at me.”
I shook my head and clenched my eyes shut.
“Baby,” he coaxed. I felt his lips all over my face.
It took a moment for me to adjust to his size.
God, he was just too big. And I was feeling too much.
He gently pushed aside some of the hair that had fallen over my face and waited patiently for me to open my eyes. The first thing I saw when I did was those honey-brown eyes of his.
He didn’t say or do anything. Just held still, waiting for me to adjust.
The burn wasn’t so bad, now that I thought about it.
I gently clenched down on him. He let out a sharp hiss of air between his teeth. “Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.”
“I am?” I asked.
I did it again, loving the way his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from the move, and the soft groan coming from his lips. I did that.
Me.
I felt so powerful then. I didn’t want it to end.
And suddenly, there was a feeling of urgency that hit me. I wanted him to fuck me.
I wrapped my legs around his trim waist, pulling him in closer to me.
He looked at me and began to move his hips. The first thrust from him nearly sent me spiraling.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder, urging him on.
He didn't disappoint. His hips never lost momentum. If anything, the thrusts seemed to be coming faster and harder and more brutally.
I threw my head from side to side on the pillow, our moans filling the room.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked me through gritted teeth.
I could only nod.
I felt him move back far enough to slap the side of my breast. The sting stole my attention, and I looked at him.
“Answer me, baby. Does it feel good?”
I jolted when he pinched my nipple punishingly.
“Yes!” I screamed, moving my hand down to his and trying to get him to loosen his grip. He didn’t. Oh hell. I was sure he could feel my hot, sticky arousal between us.
“My baby likes that, doesn’t she?” he asked, letting go of his grip on me and tapping the center of my nipple.
I yelped.
“Elio!”
“Tell me. Do you like it?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t supposed to like it, was I?
I shook my head.
His grin was pure devil when he tsked. “Did you just lie to me?”
He teasingly played with my nipple as his hips stopped mid-thrust. I wanted to cry at the injustice.
I wanted to kill him. I pushed myself back up, wanting more of his touch, my hips bucking beneath him.
I didn’t like these light touches. I wanted more.
I needed more, and if he valued his life, he was going to start fucking me like he meant it soon.
“Nuh-uh, baby. Hold still like the good girl I know you are.”
I let out a frustrated mewl as his eyes danced with amusement. He was enjoying teasing me.
“I like the other one,” I admitted. Slowly, he started to move his hips, and the pleasure hit me all at once.
I closed my eyes, my inner walls clenching down on him, wanting more.
He pinched my nipple. I let out a shaky breath of air as he plucked at it, over and over again.
“That’s right,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You fucking love it.”
His mouth glided down from my ear to my jawline, before he took my lips in a fervent kiss, as he finally, finally , fucked me the way I needed him to.
Each thrust was hard and deliberate, his pelvis grinding against my clit and sending a tidal wave of pleasure through my body. He swallowed my moans as he deepened the kiss, and suddenly, there was just too much going on.
I felt his hand slide down my body, his touch leaving a trail of burning electricity in its wake, before his fingers found my clit.
I jerked beneath him, but he was merciless. He continued to play with me there while his hips never relented.
I was close.
So close.
The pressure built, and it felt like all my nerve endings were on fire.
“That’s it,” Elio said, his voice harsh and ragged with dark desire. “Let go for me.”
His cock hit just the right spot as he said it, and I…
I crashed.
I screamed out his name as I came, stars dancing behind my eyes. I convulsed around him, trying to ride out the orgasm.
I felt him lean down, his face buried in my neck as he bit me there, his muscles clenched above me.
A guttural sound escaped him as he chased his own release. His movements became erratic, desperate.
I felt him swell inside just before he came. It was a strange sensation. Not bad. Not at all. But strange. Addictive.
I wanted to experience it all over again. And again.
Forever.
I wanted this forever with him.
For a long while after that, we just lay there, not saying anything. I was still basking in the afterglow.
I ran my hand up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles there, enjoying the obvious difference between his body and my own. Which was why it took me a moment to realize he was quiet. Too quiet.
I pushed at his chest until he was off me. I felt empty from the feeling of him pulling out of me.
Empty and sore.
I ignored that and kept my gaze on him. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chest, wondering what the hell he was thinking.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
I didn’t think he was going to answer me for a moment. Then he looked at me, his face closed off. Elio was good at masking his expression. I never knew what he was thinking unless he told me.
“Isa, tell me why you decided to give your virginity to me.”
My face flamed. I couldn’t just tell him it was because no other men did anything for me. Because they weren’t him.
“Because it’s my choice,” I said finally.
His eyes turned sharp. “And you chose me.”
“Why wouldn’t I choose you? I know you. And I trust you.”
He shook his head. “I’m also your brother’s friend, and I doubt he would be happy to find out about this.”
“Why does Valentino have to know about it?” I asked, feeling a slight tinge of anger working its way up my spine. It was a shame, too. I had been feeling happy just mere seconds before. “What I do and who I do it with is none of his business.”
God, I didn’t even know who Valentino lost his virginity to. What was more, I didn’t want to know. So why should my brother be privy to this information about me?
“No one owns my virginity, Elio. It’s my choice.”
I threw the covers off and climbed off the bed, ignoring how vulnerable I felt. Ignoring the pain that was radiating between my legs, making it almost hard to walk. I wasn’t going to let him see me as anything but confident. He didn’t get to see my vulnerability now, not after that shit question.
He looked like he wanted to say something to me.
I walked out of the room without looking back. The first tear didn’t fall until I got into the hot shower, scrubbing away what should have been a perfect night.
It was completely ruined.