Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Barrett
“I don’t know how to do this, Barrett. I’ve never even kissed a boy before. And I’m scared.”
The way that makes my cock twitch should be some kind of crime.
The thought that she’s never been touched by another man—since when have I ever given a fuck about that? Never.
It wouldn’t matter to me if she’s fucked dozens of guys sideways or up against the wall. But the fact that this golden beauty is here now, sitting on my dick, and I’m the first…it’s overwhelming.
I want to be her first, and her last.
It makes no sense. We just met. I’m only 90 percent sure she didn’t kill that Trace guy. But here we are. I want her, and she wants me.
“Scared to kiss me or something else?”
“Kissing is actually the scariest part. It feels like I’m totally separating from everything. I know it’s wrong, but it’s just the reaction I feel.”
A smile creeps across my face. “Well, what part isn’t scary?”
Her expression heated, she drags her hands away from my shoulders and down my chest. Her light touch is exhilarating as she caresses my chest, then my stomach.
“Can I touch your…um…”
“Fuck yes,” I rumble.
Her lips give a twisted, wicked smile as she eases back and reaches down to cup my length.
I let out a controlled sigh, resisting the urge to move, to thrust and buck, to pin her down and?—
Oh. Shit.
No. Not yet.
I can deny a lot of things. But I can’t deny that the way Goldie rubs on me, up and down, with the squeezing—holy fuck, the squeezing—is quickly destroying my ability to keep my shit together.
“Baby…I’m coming.”
It’s too late. The need is too great. The arousal is too intense. Everything bursts out of me in hot, quick pulses.
“You’re what? Oh…” She snatches her hand away and looks worried. “Are you okay?”
Unbelievable. One touch. Over my pants. That’s all it took.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I don’t even know how to answer that.
I groan through gritted teeth until the fog clears from my head.
“No, baby,” I say, breathless and lightheaded. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Everything you do is right. Come here.”
I drag her forward and speak so close that if she wants to kiss me, she can. But I’m not going to force it. I’m not going to force anything.
“I came ’cause I’ve been rock hard since the moment I found you in my bed. My better nature has been battling against the itch. The need. The thoughts that come to mind when I look at you and you look at me. I’m trying so hard to be respectful.”
Her breath is ragged as she inhales. Goldie is so close, her batting lashes tickle my cheek. “If we, um, sleep together,” she says hesitantly. “Then the seal is broken.”
I drag my hands up to her sides and pull her backward again so I can focus on her eyes. “Wait a minute. We have sex, and that means you’re no longer spiritually married?”
She nods. “In fact, no one will want me. It’s the ultimate slap in the face to those men.”
“Say less. I got this.”
I’m going to fuck the daylights out of her. I’m going to fuck her so good she’ll never think about going back to that hell hole.
I drag my hands from her ass and up toward her lower back, massaging her there. Her eyes close and she hums so erotically that I’m hard all over again.
She bites her lip when I run my fingers along the leg band of her panties.
And then she gasps when I find her center and slip my thumb under the damp material.
We lock eyes. Her cheeks are dark pink.
“You tell me right away if I do something you don’t like.”
Goldie’s lips part.
“I need to hear you say yes, baby.”
Her eyes go hooded as my thumb strokes along her wet seam. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
I smile. “If you need me to stop. You say, stop. No questions asked.”
Her pretty brows draw together. “I wouldn’t. I won’t.”
My hand on her back sweeps up under the flannel she wears, and I stroke up and down her spine. “Listen, sweetheart. This is your first time. It’s going to be intense. I know you’re not worried, and you’re so fucking brave. But if I hurt you or freak you out, I’ll never forgive myself. So, say it.”
With the way she pouts at me, I might explode all over again.
She finally nods. “I’ll tell you to stop if I need you to.”
Her pussy is warm to the touch. I let my thumb root in between her folds, her sweetness leaking all over. I salivate at the thought of her sweet cream making a mess of my beard.
“Good girl.”
She makes a guttural sound through clenched teeth. “Barrett, I told you I want to feel you…I want you to do things to me.”
“Baby, we’re gonna go slow. Trust me.”
She nods, but she looks frustrated at the same time. Absolutely, petulantly adorable.
I sink my thumb into her tight hole. Her eyes open wide as I explore, massage, and stretch.
My hand comes around to her front and rucks up her shirt, revealing one perfect breast. I lean forward and take her tight nipple in my mouth as her muscles clamp around my thumb. Her reactions to my mouth and my fingers are beyond perfection.
I take more of her soft tit into my mouth, sucking as I remove my thumb and use two fingers inside her, stretching her panties until I hear seams rip.
I move my fingers in and out, in and out, until she starts to buck. I release her nipple to do the same to the opposite breast. Goldie blushes everywhere. Her face, her neck, her chest, her breasts.
“Barrett,” she squeaks. “It’s good.”
I growl on her breast. Her untouched skin is so soft I know I’m going to leave a beard burn. By the time I’m done with her, she’s gonna have the evidence all over her pretty little body.
The seams of her panties come apart with the force of my hand twisting to find a more comfortable angle, so I can add a third finger.
She lifts up slightly, her eyes wide, her mouth slack.
Her body jerks as the meat of my palm meets her clit.
Her sweetness leaks everywhere, and I encourage it. I want more of her. I want her to make a mess of me everywhere in every way.
I cup the opposite breast while I scrape my teeth over her hard nipple, pulling and sucking and worshiping her flawlessness. Why no one grabbed her up sooner is beyond me, but I’m eternally grateful to those weirdos.
I follow her movements as I continue to stretch her, massaging her clit while destroying her pussy with my three fingers.
“Why…why does that feel so good?”
I ask if she’s never touched herself there.
She shakes her head no. “What…I don’t understand this feeling…”
“That’s your clit, baby. That’s what makes you come.”
“I feel…crazy…like I want to scream!”
“Then scream, Goldie.” As I say this, I add more pressure.
“Ohmygodyes!”
My sweet little criminal, my little runaway bride, comes all over my hand. Pulsing and gasping. Rocking and shaking.
“That’s it.”
Her tiny muscles flex around me. She’s so damn beautiful when she comes.
Tears leak from her eyes when she descends from the mountaintop. Slowly.
Carefully, I pull my fingers out and adjust her on my lap, making her more comfortable.
Her body is slack against me, her head nestled at the base of my neck.
“What the hell was that?” Goldie asks.
“I do believe that was your first orgasm. Happy birthday to me.”