13. Alaric
ALARIC
As soon as we’re deep enough inside the alley, I release her mouth.
My backpack drops to the ground with a thud, my eyes drilling into Lilith’s beautiful profile.
“What if I don’t want to be yours?”
Teasing. Always teasing with this girl.
And me, I’m always starving for it.
For her attitude. The glint in her eyes when she sasses.
If only I could skip food and survive on her.
“Lilith.” I turn her around and push her up against a brick wall, closing my hand around her throat. My hips pin her there, and the feel of her, even through our clothes—fuck. “Does it look like I’m asking?”
Her raised eyebrow tells me she sees it’s an act. That I do, in fact, need her to say yes.
Ten seconds pass as I wait. Twenty. Thirty.
The stop or leave me alone she could’ve said never come.
Something else is about to slip past those luscious lips, though.
The hint of her dirty smirk gives her away before she says, “It looks, well, feels, like you’re hard.”
Not a like you’re sorry, or like you’ve been an asshole.
There’s no reproach in her tone or words.
She’s truly forgiven me, then.
Good.
It means we can play. Means I get to keep apologizing to her. With pleasure this time.
I’m about to say something to rile her up, when—
Motherfucker, her hand reaches between us, cupping my cock over my jeans. I curse, my length throbbing, demanding to get to her.
She darts her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. “Looks like you missed me.”
Clever little thing. She’s learned exactly how to press my buttons. How the sweep of her tongue over her lips gets under my skin in the most depraved ways.
“I did.” Unable to hold back, I rock my hips into her palm.
She gasps, and the sound knocks the breath out of my lungs. The tentative squeeze she gives me has me grinding into her faster, rougher.
“Let’s see…” I tilt my hips back. The button of her jeans pops without a fight. Her zipper yields beneath my harsh tug. “If you missed me too.”
When I press my finger against the crotch of her panties, both of us let out a groan.
“Look at you. That pussy, fuck.” I bend over, tracing my lips over her jawline as I rub her over her panties. “So wet for me. I see you missed me too.”
“Yes, I…” Lilith wriggles to get more of my finger. If that’s not hot enough, she mewls and pants. “I did.”
“Hmm.” I seal my lips over a spot beneath her ear.
Sucking on that sensitive spot earns me a tighter grip on my dick. But when I lick the tender skin, trying to go easy on her, her hand starts working me with tentative strokes.
The last trace of softness in me disappears as something feral takes over, my mouth moving lower until I’m there, biting down on her shoulder.
She lets out a pained cry, but she doesn’t stop. Lilith squeezes me just beneath the head, then drags her hand back down over my jeans, tracing the outline of my length.
My blood runs hot. My needs grow darker as I imagine taking her over and over.
For weeks. Months.
Forever.
“Let me tell you a secret.” I twist her panties in my palm. Pull them tight between her pussy lips, making her shudder. “I didn’t just miss you.”
“What?” Her free hand is in my hair, yanking at the roots.
That pain, delivered by her, will be my undoing.
“I was starving…”
While I keep grinding into her, I tug even harder on her underwear.
“…fucking needing…”
I crumple the fabric in my hand, and the soft graze of my knuckles against her bare cunt pulls the sweetest moan from her.
“…you.”
Releasing her throat, I sink my teeth into her neck as I tear her panties off before pocketing them.
“Fuck.” She lets out a broken cry.
I trail my mouth higher, kissing a path along her jaw. “Why didn’t you want me to walk you home?” Instead of giving her what she needs, I return my hand to her pussy and stroke her softly. I need my answers. “It’s late. It isn’t safe.”
“Grown… I’m a grown woman. And.” Her hand tightens in my hair, yanking my head back so that her blue eyes bore into me. “Stop doing that. It’s too light. I need you, and you’re holding back.”
A small smirk stretches my lips. It doesn’t last long.
Because she doesn’t wait for me to give her what she needs. She forces me to do it by pumping my dick over my jeans like she did earlier. Gripping and releasing, going fast, then slow and fast again.
Feels so good, and…
The way Lilith’s probing gaze locks onto me, it’s like she’s cataloging my reactions. Like she hasn’t done this before.
Her hand, now that I pay attention, is somewhat unsure. It’s like she’s guided by instinct, learning what does it for me. What makes me jerk, grunt, and breathe harder.
Not that it dulls the pleasure in the slightest.
It’s just that being her first is a mind-fuck. The kind that floods my body with a feral, possessive energy I never felt until her.
“You’ve never been with a man.” With my forehead pressed to hers, I take in her blown pupils, the darkening of her cheeks. “Have you?”
She doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t have to.
The truth is reflected in her insecure gaze.
She worries I might hate it.
I could never. In fact, I get off on it, on the filthy images poisoning my head.
Lilith crying out my name when I break through that barrier. Her blood on my cock. The tight fit and how I’ll fuck her through the pain and turn her into a moaning, trembling mess.
I want that.
“Tell me,” I growl, growing impatient. I need her to say it. Need to see her lips shape around the words. “Tell. Me.”
She gives me nothing.
The sick part of me wonders whether I could fuck the answer out of her. If when I shove her jeans down, turn her around, and rail her up against the wall, the confession will spill out of her mouth.
I won’t do it, but damn, I’m tempted.
More so when she turns brave, undoing my jeans and slipping her hand beneath my boxers. Then we’re skin on skin, her small hand cupping me. Rubbing me from root to tip.
The feel of her thumb over my dripping slit almost has me coming undone.
But it’s when she slides that wet thumb lower, smearing precum all over my head in circular motions, that I lose it.
“Baby.” While I can’t control the rhythm of my hips, I can still hold back from giving her more pleasure. It’s the only leverage I have left. The only way to get answers out of this mystery woman. My own personal enigma. “Don’t stop. So good.”
“I’m doing it right?” Her lips part while her pussy soaks my fingertips. While she fists my cock harder, tracing the underside as if she’s learning the shape with the pad of her thumb. “You like it?”
These questions. Her innocence and need to please me.
They shred apart the last of my resolve.
I thought I could keep torturing her with a gentle, barely-there touch until she opened up to me.
Wrong. Wrong.
Fucking wrong.
“You.” Starving for more of her, I drive two fingers into her sex. More precum trickles from my dick, the thick liquid wetting her thumb. “You’re doing everything right. Everything.”
“But?” The question is breathy, her voice sultry.
“No but. I just need you to tell me whether you’ve been with anyone else.”
“Does it matter?”
I curl my fingers inside her pussy, looking for that spot that’ll make her squirm.
Ah, there it is. The pleasure I’ve been chasing. When I feel her squeezing my fingers, nothing else matters except making her come all over my hand.
“Alaric.” Her eyes widen. Her nails dig into my scalp. “I think—it feels like—more than ever, I—”
“Yeah, you’re close. Good fucking girl.” At my praise, she swells beneath my fingertips, her hand stilling on my cock. This—her enlarged pupils, her arched back—is better than getting off myself. “Let go. Let me look at that beautiful face when you come for me.”
Whether it’s my words or the flick of my thumb over her clit, Lilith explodes beneath me. Before her first moan slips out, I lean in and take her mouth in a punishing kiss.
Every desperate cry as she pulses over me.
Every goddamn squirm.
Mewl.
Groan.
They’re mine.
Her cunt pulls my fingers in, her body sagging against the wall when she comes.
I don’t stop using my fingertips to drive more pleasure into her. Pleasure I gave her. Fuck if that doesn’t make the air sweeter and my cock the hardest it’s ever been.
“To your question.” I brush my lips against hers. “It matters if you’ve been with anyone else.” I can’t help it. My teeth sink into her bottom lip. I only let go so I can hiss, “If you’re a virgin, I need to be careful with you.”
“Don’t.” She uses the opening to bite my lip right back.
As if that isn’t a fucking turn-on all on its own, she starts jerking me off again and, God, that’s just—
No, I can’t let it distract me.
“Lilith…” I wrench my mouth from hers. My hips buck into her hand, needing more of her addictive touch. “I need to know.”
“No, you don’t. Because whatever the answer is, it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want you to be gentle. Even if it hurts. Even if you’re too big to fit—”
“It’ll fucking fit.”
It’s a threat. It’s a promise.
But instead of fearing me, Lilith nods. “I don’t care, just don’t be gentle.”
The trust she has in me sends more blood rushing down my body.
“There’s another reason why your virginity matters.” I don’t nip at her lip anymore. I suck and lick it.
“Tell me.” The scent of her arousal is strong, as intoxicating as her taste.
I shove a hand up her shirt, beneath her bra. Her hard nipple has my balls pulling tight, my body aching for relief.
“I want to be your first.” I dip my head to her ear. “I don’t care how it sounds. How messed up. I. Want. It.”
“You like my pussy that much?”
That filthy word on her lips, goddammit.
“Yes,” I groan.
“Just my pussy?” Her question ends with a low, husky moan after I coax another orgasm out of her.
I don’t speak as I watch her writhing. My eyes roam over her swollen mouth and how gorgeous she is when she lets go and comes for me.
When she’s done, I ask, “What do you think?”
“You like my palm too.” She does that thing again, where she strokes my slit. It takes everything in me not to empty myself all over her palm. “And you really like my fingers.”