Chapter 1 #2
The way he looks at me feels magical and intense. “You want an escape, Lily?”
I nod and square my shoulders. “But only if you’re willing.”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “That should go without saying, but I’m glad you checked. You’re willing, I’m willing….”
“We’re both adults,” I breathe. It’s true, even if I know that there’s no way we are equals in this. Even if I’m risking everything here, and he does this all the time.
“All right,” he mutters. Then he nods, his gaze dark. “Go head down that hallway. I’ll rent a shower stall and meet you there.”
I watch him stalk to the next aisle, my legs unable to move as he told me to. But when I realize he’s stopped to grab a pack of condoms, motivation zaps through me, and I hustle out of sight.
Oh. My. God.
He’s going to take that pack of condoms to the counter and rent time in a shower stall. Is that obvious? Are there cameras?
Of course, there wouldn’t be cameras in the showers. That would be gross. And an invasion of privacy. But are there cameras recording us going in there together? Should I hide?
I’m still scanning the ceiling for security cameras when Sebastian appears, grabs my hand, and tugs me through a door he’s unlocked.
As soon as the door clicks shut, his helmet and my backpack hit the ground. He presses me against the door, his mouth on mine.
His kiss is hot and demanding.
My first real kiss, and there’s nothing sweet about it. It’s all Hello, I’m going to fuck you soon, and You better get wet or this might hurt.
“I rarely do this, either,” he grinds out between taking tastes of my lips. “I swear.”
I hope he’s telling the truth. I don’t think he is, but he’s very good at playing his role. The combination of nice guy/bad boy with the kind gaze and cruel kisses that I thought only existed in fairy tales of the filthiest order.
“Once in a lifetime truck stop adventure,” I pant.
He hoists me up and presses me against the door, his body wedging between my thighs.
My skirt rides up to my hips, and I can feel the heavy ridge of his erection rubbing against my panties.
I feel all slippery and wet between my legs, which I know is the point.
It will make what we do next easier, but I’m now painfully aware of it.
My focus is between my legs, how good and wild it feels, how much I want this, and how out of my depth I know I am. Please don’t think I suck at this, I pray in my head.
I like the way his breath sounds just as ragged as mine. The way his hands grab me roughly, then pet me softly immediately after. Like maybe he isn’t sure about how to do this, too. Not that he’s not hella confident. He’s not letting go of me and seems singularly focused on making me feel good.
Somehow he knows exactly where to rock his hips to make my brain short-circuit.
“There,” I gasp. “Oh, Sebastian, yes.”
“You like that?”
I rub my face into his neck. “I want more.”
He tightens his hold on me and peels me off the door, carrying me across the small room to a wide counter with a sink at one end and a space for fucking at the other.
Convenient.
After he sets me down on the cold, solid counter, he kisses me again, then pulls the condoms from his back pocket.
I reach for his belt. I like the way he watches as I fumble with it, the little sounds he makes—restrained feral need, it sounds like—as I work my fingers around the button, then his fly. His jeans peel away as his cock springs forward, bulging in the softer cotton of his black boxer briefs.
Tracing the size of him, I make a desperate sound of my own.
We’re just two animals in heat. Nothing more complicated than that. People do this all the time, and it feels good.
I have no doubt when he puts that thing inside me, it’s going to feel amazing. After a little pinch of hurt, maybe. My thighs shake in fear and anticipation.
I want it all. I want to make some memories tonight to keep me focused on my goal: three months to true independence. Three months until I get to do this all the time, with anyone I want because I live far, far away from my family.
Glancing up at Sebastian, my heart squeezes in a weird and unexpected way. I can’t imagine anyone else standing between my bare legs, looking at my panties as I rub my fingers over their briefs.
I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and he’s a stranger. It’s kismet that we’re doing this now. He’s my perfect stranger, and this is going to be good. I know it in my bones.
And it’s that wild, unfathomable connection making me so brazen.
“I want this inside me,” I whisper as I lean back. I barely recognize myself as I tug my panties down my hips. I watch his eyes darken as I peel them away from my sticky, wet pussy. “Do you want that, too?”
“Fuck. Show me. Show me where you want me to put my monster cock.” Then he catches my panties as they slide past my knees and carefully sets them aside. Mr. Monster Cock is a considerate sex buddy.
Feeling shy, I ease my legs apart, knowing I’m blushing but wanting to show him, anyway. I like the way my pussy looks. It’s cute, especially when it’s swollen and pink the way it is right now. Sometimes I look at it in the mirror as I try to get myself off, but it’s awkward.
This is actually less awkward than that. There’s something about the heat crackling between us, the raw animal desire rolling off Sebastian, that makes it totally natural to rock my legs up and give him a peek.
“I want to see you, too,” I murmur.
He covers himself with one of his big hands, then eases his cock out of the top of his briefs. Like he’s being careful not to scare me. With good reason. It is a monster cock.
No way is that fitting inside me is my first thought. But my second is, Holy crap, that’s going to be inside me. And the second thought is so fucking delicious I want to die at the promise of it.
I will feel that. It will change me.
He rolls a condom on, then lays the heavy length on my belly. I shiver at the obvious promise/threat of just how much space he’ll take up in my little body.
“We’ll go slow,” he says, reading my mind.
He rubs the head against my clit, back and forth, making me moan, and I lean back. He growls as I show him more of my pink slit as it spreads open for him.
“Gotta have a taste.” He grunts and slides me back on the counter so he can brace his arms on either side of my hips. Then his head ducks, and his mouth slides over my pussy. His tongue is on my bare skin, and now I’m the one grunting because, oh my God, why didn’t anyone tell me it felt this good?
All this time, I thought sex was something stupid people did instead of studying.
Now I know those people were fucking smart, and I’m the dummy for not doing this before. A grown man’s tongue sliding through my folds? “More,” I whine.
“You want my fingers?” He shifts his position to bring his fingers to where his cock had just been. And yes, yes, yes, I want that now.
“Please,” I pant. “Yes, fingers. Put them in me.”
He presses against my hole, where I’ve rubbed before, to no significant effect, and it pinches a little. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” He presses his face, wet from my pussy juice, into my thigh, kissing me there as he pulses one finger back and forth just inside me.
It feels so good and not enough at the same time. “More, Sebastian,” I whisper, the sounds we’re making bouncing off the cold tile walls. “Deeper.”
“I can’t get any deeper, sweetheart,” he murmurs, rising to kiss me full on the mouth.
I taste myself on his lips, and I drag in a ragged breath. I smell myself, too. I’m all over his face.
“We gotta warm you up more. No way you’ll take my cock. You always this tight? Your sweet little pussy is fucking perfect, though. I’ll take all the time in the world to get you ready.”
“Just do it.” My heart is beating a mile a minute. “I think you just have to push it in, and then it’ll be okay.”
He stills his hand, his fingertip just inside my pussy, his thumb on my clit. “You think?”
My thighs shake as I try to tug him closer. I reach for his cock, still wrapped in the condom. His erection throbs against my fingers, but he doesn’t let me bring it any closer to my aching hole.
He grips my chin with his free hand, making me look at him as he rolls his thumb slowly over my clit again. “Lily, are you a virgin?”