Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Can I crawl in a hole right now?
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” he asks in a choked voice, both his brows going up as the room fills with the scent of spilled antiseptic.
Cringing, I nod. “Buzzkill, I know.”
He stares and stares, a war behind his eyes. Or maybe that’s disappointment.
I take a big breath, because there’s a pinch inside my chest, and the way he’s looking at me isn’t helping.
“Your father kept you locked down?” he asks in a raspy tone, not moving a muscle.
“Oh no,” I reply quickly, forcing myself not to shudder. “The opposite. He wanted me to adopt the club lifestyle in every way. Until he apparently realized that me being a virgin was worth a lot of money. I still don’t know how he found out.”
He growls, scrubbing a hand over his face. “We’ll talk about this later. Because I’m not going to kill him tonight as much as I’d like to. I need to be right here with you. This is what matters tonight.”
For a few seconds, he seems to struggle to control his anger, then he clears his throat. “But what I need you to understand, Gigi, is that you being a virgin isn’t a buzzkill. It’s a fucking miracle. A gift. It’s the highest honor to be a woman’s first.”
I’m stunned by his words.
And I’m going to cry.
“But, don’t men want someone experienced? You know, someone who can make it good? I can dance, I can shake my ass, and do splits, but that’s not sex. It’s all for show.”
“Oh fuck,” he rumbles.
“I’m serious. I’m worried about not being good because I don’t know what to do.”
He gently cradles my face, his thumb coming to rest under my chin. Moving slowly, he leans in and drags his lips across mine in an achingly tender kiss.
He sounds winded when he speaks. “Honey, all you have to do to make it good, is be present. It will one hundred percent be incredible to be with you.”
I’ve always been around men who manipulate, but this man’s words feel real.
I don’t know how to respond. But things are happening inside me that have never happened before.
A craving. No, this is desperation.
My eyes sting, my throat feels funny too. Little tremors are firing off inside my lower belly.
“I want you to touch me.”
His eyes darken, the weight of his focus on me sharpens.
“I will. I’ll taste and fuck every part of you,” he says thickly, but when I expect him to grab me, he reaches for the antiseptic. What’s left in the bottle, anyway. “But I have a job to do first. Give me your elbow.”
Oh my god. I might die first.
One would think that him giving me first-aid would cool some of the heat between us, but it doesn’t at all.
Every touch feels agonizingly intimate. His breath tickles over my skin when he leans in for a closer look.
The tension between us winds tighter and tighter.
He adjusts his cock over and over again.
A groan slips out of me. “Please, enough. I’m on fire. Burning inside. I have pulses in places that shouldn’t. I need you to fix this ache or stop touching me, for god’s sake.”
He goes still, but there’s a storm in his eyes when he looks up at me. “You’re one hundred percent certain?”
I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yes, I want you.”
I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t for his hand to land in the middle of my chest and for him to push me back until I’m leaning against the mirror. His eyes lock on my pussy as his other hand stretches the thong aside, uncovering my bare, wet slit.
“God, Chaos. This pussy’s gonna ruin me.”
Possessed by his attention, I whimper, widening my legs. All I know is I need him to touch me there.
He mutters a curse as he drags his thumb up and down my slit, making my pulse cartwheel.
“Smells like heaven.” He lifts his thumb to his mouth for a slow, crude suck.
A dark, deep growl comes from his chest. “Fucking perfect.”
His hand pushes my leg wider and he watches as his thumb slides up and down through my juices. “No one’s ever touched this? Not even fingered you?”
“No,” I whisper as another tremor unleashes inside of me.
“Mine. This pussy is mine.” He looks up at me as he pushes his thumb just inside my opening.
A rush of heat scorches through me. Liquid pools in my core as the inner muscles tremble.
“That feels so good,” I say brokenly as my legs begin to quake.
His thumb drifts lower until he touches that extremely sensitive ring, stealing my breath.
I’ve never thought of a man touching me there.
“This too. Mine. All fucking mine.”
Juices rush down, seep out of my pussy, shocking me. His eyes darken, his lips part. “I’m going to kill over this cunt, Chaos. I guarantee it.”
A dark wave of pleasure slams through me, arching my back, stealing my breath.
Oh my god. I can’t take it.
“Jesus, you’re coming, baby.”
He’s all over me, shoving my legs wider, plowing his mouth into my clenching pussy. Licking side to side, moaning as he laps at me. “Oh fuck, you taste so good.”
In my dazed state, I’ve grabbed his hair, my body is contorted. I’m soaking wet. The sounds are obscene as laps at my wetness panting, growling, grinding his mouth into my pussy.
Oh! Oh!
I shriek as the pleasure turns into a sharp burning spasm.
After that, I must leave my body because I have no idea how I’ve wrapped my legs around his head or why my butt is hanging off of the vanity counter.
The thick weight of his thumb is still inside me as he kisses my pussy over and over, moving up to the front where the pleasure is too much.
“No!” I wheeze. “I can’t?—”
“Yes you can.” He moves that wicked thumb over my clit, gently stroking me as his eyes stay locked on mine. “Just let it happen. Give yourself to me.”
“Oh god,” I whimper, my body already heating again. Goosebumps, waves of heat, slick wetness rising again.
“That’s it.” This time his middle finger slides into me, not deep, just enough to hook inside.
“Oh. Oh. I’m there,” I half-moan.
“I know you are.” He rises above me, towering. The size of him blocking out the bathroom light. “You came all over my tongue. You’re gonna come all over my fingers this time. Next time it will be my cock.”
“Yes, yes,” I say, drunk off his touch.
He’s using his finger inside of me, his thumb against my clit and I start whimpering deliriously.
“Fuck, you respond so sweet.” He leans down over me, working me with his hand as he licks into my mouth, mating my tongue with his in a slow, winding kiss.
The world could be burning. Nothing but this man and his touch exists.
”I’m so ruined, Gigi. This body… it’s just so perfect.”
He takes my mouth wildly again. All tongue and growls, that build until he breaks away with a groan.
He presses his cheek against my temple as he works my pussy slowly, expertly until I’m soaked and swollen and completely out of my mind.
“It’s Skyler,” he hoarsely whispers as I cling to his arms fighting to breathe. “I want my name on your tongue when you come this time.”
Panting, I reply, “Skyler, you devil.”
He chuckles, eyes gleaming.
“That’s it baby. Now let me hear you say who owns this body.”
His fingers move faster, that thumb absolutely wicked.
Yes. Oh god.
My moan turns to a chant. A plea. “Oh. Oh. Oh. It’s too much. I can’t-”
The peak races toward me, locking my breath, making my whole body shake.
I can’t fight it. It’s too big, too deep.
“Skyler!” I scream, clawing his arms. “Ohmygod, yes, Yes. I’m coming.”