Chapter 17 #3
I can totally believe that. I can totally believe that he hates his jeans right now because God, the thing that they were confining was his dick.
And his dick is so. Fucking. Big.
And thick and dark-looking with a vein running on the underside of it. It curves slightly too, his shaft, at the end, the head fatter than the trunk.
Also, can I just say that it’s so pretty? Like, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything prettier than his dick and I wonder if anything this big and capable of doing real damage can look pretty.
It does to me though and I go to tell him that.
I go to tell him that the way his thing curves and the way it’s standing up straight, reaching his belly button, is so beautiful but the sound of crinkling distracts me.
He has a condom in his hands that I somehow missed, and now he’s snapping it on his length. When he’s done, he stands there, naked and gorgeous, staring at me, and my feet slide up and down his messy bed.
He looks at my hair that must be spilled all around his pillow, followed by my cheeks.
He stays a beat longer on my nose, which he’s always been so curious about, before going to my parted and painted lips.
Then he looks at my heaving, flushed breasts and my trembling stomach.
I still have my plaid skirt around my waist and my soccer cleats on, which I didn’t realize that I hadn’t taken off.
His eyes make me restless and I squirm on his bed, wanting him close. “Arrow.”
He looks up then, and as soon as our eyes clash, I raise my arms up, calling him to me, beckoning him.
A tightness comes over his features, his body, for a second before he moves and comes to me. Into my arms and over my body, his hips settling between my thighs, his heavy cock rubbing against my lower stomach.
When his chain swings and grazes my lips, I suck it into my mouth and his eyes narrow with lust.
Pushing the metal out with my tongue, I tell him, “I love your chain. It makes you look sexy.”
His latex-covered cock throbs on my stomach, his hands fisting the pillow on either side of me. “You mean, like my glares.”
“Yeah, like that.”
“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that, don’t you?”
He says it with such exasperation mixed in with a little bit of tenderness that I can’t help but smile. “I know. But I think you like me anyway.”
He hums, his lips twitching. “I think you shouldn’t push your luck.”
I grin and ask him something I’ve always wanted to ask. “Why do you always stare at my nose?”
He glances at it for a second before whispering, “Because you’ve got freckles on it. Thirteen, to be exact. And seven under your eyes.”
Something about that makes a lump in my throat.
A big, huge, emotional lump and I swallow once, twice, and bury my fingers in his thick, rich hair.
“You’ve counted the freckles on my face?”
“They’re a little hard to miss with how pale your skin is.”
I swallow again and tighten my fists in his hair.
I love you.
My heart screams it but I know I can’t say anything so I say something else. “I’m ready.”
His chest moves and grazes the tips of my nipples before he comes closer. So much so that the strands of his hair brush against my forehead.
“It’s going to hurt,” he tells me in a guttural voice. “I don’t know how much because I’ve never been with a virgin before. And –”
I cut him off with my wide eyes. Wide and questioning as my nails dig in his scalp.
I don’t ask the question – the question that’s suddenly blaring in my head – but he hears it anyway and it hollows out his stomach on a large exhale.
Stupid Salem.
What’s wrong with me tonight? This is the second time I’ve fucked up.
“It’s okay. You don’t –”
But it’s his turn to cut me off with a curt answer. “She wasn’t.”
Meaning my sister wasn’t a virgin back when they got together, and for some reason I bring my thighs around his waist and squeeze him closer. My arms around his neck do the same.
Squeeze and hug.
His response is to stare at me for a harsh second as his cock becomes heavier, more swollen between our bodies, more ready to hurt me like he’s never hurt anyone before.
“I want you to hold on to me,” he orders.
I squeeze him with my limbs again. “Okay.”
“Hold on tight, understand? Dig your nails in if you have to,” he instructs and I nod, my heart filling up with so much love for him. “And if it hurts too much, tell me to stop.”
I bite my lip, trying to keep the smile – despite the stupid moment a second ago – at bay. “Arrow?”
“What?”
I lean up and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thanks for teaching me.”
His eyes move over my face, all lustful and hot. “Pain in my ass.”
Then he lifts himself up and positions his cock at my entrance. I suck in a breath and hold onto him like he told me. We stare at each other for a second before he twists his hips and enters me in one go.
Heat and stinging pain explode in my belly but instead of crying, I smile.
I smile even though I feel myself bleeding.
Even though I feel his big, fat cock throbbing inside of me, trying to stretch my body more than it’s ever been stretched before.
Because he’s inside of me.
My Arrow is inside my body and nothing will curb my happiness.
No amount of pain or burn will make my smile go away even as a tear rolls down from the corner of my eye.
Arrow sees it though and gets worried.
His sweaty forehead crinkles with a frown and he comes down at me. He gathers me in his arms and licks my tears away.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby. It’ll go away, I promise,” he whispers, all gently and tenderly.
Lovingly.
My smile at the ceiling becomes even brighter then.
At the way he then proceeds to rub his cheek against mine as if in affection.
I smile at the way he keeps shushing me, running his rough palms up and down the sides of my body, trying to loosen up the tension in me. At the way he blows hot breath on the side of my neck and my shoulders.
I smile at how he’s my first and I’m his first too.
His very first virgin.
I smile at this unexpected gift.
I smile and smile at everything as his mouth begins to kiss me slowly and lazily like I asked him to. To kiss me while he hurts my pussy, and suddenly I can’t stop touching him, touching his hot shoulders, his sweaty back, his bunched-up biceps.
And before I know it, we’re moving.
We are rocking against each other and he breaks the kiss to raise himself over my body again, his palms on either side of my head.
His pumps are small and soft; they barely hurt. In fact, they produce a delicious friction that makes my thighs rise up and cinch around his waist, forcing him to move faster.
But he waits.
He stares down at me. To really make sure that I’m okay, and when he sees that I am, that I’m arching my back and digging my nails in his sides, he picks up the pace.
As soon as he does that, my pussy gushes cum for him, greasing up the way, and he takes advantage of that.
His strokes become short and jabbing and he’s giving it to me now.
He’s moving inside of me, pumping into me and I’m so tiny, so featherlight that my body is jiggling with his movements.
Moaning, I close my eyes when he hits a spot deep inside of me. It makes me sigh out his name. I bet it’s that curved head of his pretty cock. It’s rubbing up against something really crucial like my G spot, and I’m so close to coming.
My pussy is tightening up, spasming over his length and I feel him come back down to me, the sharp peaks of his body scraping against my soft ones.
He braces himself on his elbows and demands on a rough whisper, “Look at me.”
I do.
I open my eyes against the erotic music of his flesh slapping mine.
“Who’s fucking you?” he asks with clenched teeth.
I smell us in the air, the mixed scent of our bodies, musky and delicious, as I answer, “You.”
“Yeah? What’s my name?”
“A-Arrow.”
“Say it.”
Again he doesn’t have to explain it. Somehow, I already know what he wants me to say.
“My Arrow’s fucking me.”
His eyes flare with possessiveness, with ownership, and his pumping graduates to pounding. “Who’s inside of you, Salem?”
“My Arrow is inside of me.”
“Who’s making you bleed on his cock?”
“A-Arrow is making me bleed on his cock,” I say, my thighs tangled around his waist, as the pressure in my stomach becomes an all-time high.
“And you’ll remember that. You’ll remember who this pussy belongs to,” he growls.
I nod frantically, clenching my teeth. “Yes. Yes, this is my Arrow’s pussy.”
That’s all I had to do. I had to call her his.
My Arrow’s pussy.
And I come. I come on his cock.
I jerk under him, writhe and undulate like a wave and he tightens up.
He curses and strains, his cock expanding inside my channel. His head rears back, his spine bowing. I see his sweaty, hot body become tight and stone-like as his cock jerks inside of me and spurts the first dose of his cum in the latex.
We’re both coming together then.
He’s pulsing inside of me like I’m pulsing around him. I scratch his ridged abdomen and his hand fists my hair at the scalp.
I realize that’s what he wanted to hear too – that I’m his.
That I’m my Arrow’s, and I smile again.