Prologue #2
“Sorry about that. I wanna make sure you don’t need stitches.
What’s your name?” he questions me as I stare at him and take in the five o’clock shadow covering his face.
I’ve always preferred clean shaven men, but this look definitely works on him as I feel butterflies take flight in my stomach with how near he is.
I can feel his body heat from the inches that separate us.
“I’m Wren. What’s your name?” I return, looking at the patches on the front of his cut.
“Judge.”
One word. That’s all I get in response. I guess this guy doesn’t feel the need to talk a lot when he’s with someone other than the men in his club.
He might have the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen and been laughing with his friends at the table, but it doesn’t seem like he allows himself that luxury very often.
There’s a quiet seriousness to him I’m just noticing as he finishes cleaning my face and inspecting the injury.
“You don’t need stitches. You’re gonna have one hell of a bruise.
If you get a chance, ice it to keep the swellin’ down,” he says, stepping back slightly and letting his hands drop to rest on my bare thighs.
Goosebumps instantly cover my skin from the contact as a warmth I’ve never experienced flows through me from his rough hands.
“Need to quit lookin’ at me like that, Love. ”
“Looking at you like what?” I ask him, not sure what he’s talking about as my eyes find his staring down at me.
“Like you want me to fuck you in this bathroom,” he states and I feel the blush covering my face while my lips part from the bluntness of his words.
“Um,” I say before my voice drops and I have no words. The thought of this man fucking me doesn’t turn me off. I let my eyes drag down his body and want to reach out to slide my hand under his shirt so I can feel his body.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles before tilting my head up with his pointer finger just before his lips crash into mine.
This man deepens the kiss immediately and dominates me.
He explores my mouth as his finger moves from under my chin and I feel his hand slide to the side of my neck.
Reaching out, I slide my hand under his tee-shirt and am met with hot, hard skin.
I slowly move my hand up, dragging the edge of his shirt with me as I count his abs and feel them ripple beneath my touch.
I let my nails drag against his skin as he breaks the kiss and I hear him suck in a breath.
I’m unable to move my eyes from his as he once again rests his hands on my thighs and I feel them slowly slide up my smooth skin creating a fire to burn low in my stomach.
His touch sets my body on fire, a new experience for me.
His eyes finally drop as his fingers disappear under the short hem of my skirt.
My legs are already spread wide to fit his body between them from when he was cleaning my face.
I feel him push my panties to the side without removing them.
“Gonna be hard and fast, Love. You sure you want me to fuck you?” he asks me, his voice husky as I feel one of his fingers enter my pussy and my back arches while my head drops back and I can’t stop the moan from escaping. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Is this all for me?”
“Y-Yes,” I stammer as his finger slowly slides in and out of my pussy. “Please, don’t make me wait.”
The thought of my virginity and everything else flies out the window from one touch of this man.
I listen as he undoes his belt and jeans.
Judge removes his finger from my pussy and that hand disappears as I look down to see him unwrapping a condom and sliding it on his long, thick dick.
When the condom is in place, Judge grips my hips with his hands and pulls me so my ass is barely on the counter.
My legs wrap around his waist as I brace myself on my hands.
Judge leans down to kiss me again as he pushes his cock into my pussy.
He doesn’t stop or take his time. I scream into his mouth as pain shoots straight through my body.
I can feel a tear fall from one of my eyes but don’t stop him from sliding in and out of me.
As the initial pain finally starts to fade into pleasure, I break free of the kiss and look down as I slide my hands up Judge’s chest again.
This time I take in every tan inch of skin I reveal.
His lips find the side of my neck and I tilt my head as his thrusts become faster and harder.
Judge’s hands remain locked on my hips as he holds me steady.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, Love. I’m already fuckin’ close,” he growls, releasing my skin from between his teeth.
Reaching between us, Judge finds my clit and I arch my body closer to his once again. The sensations flowing through me are intense as something coils deep in my stomach. My moans are loud and coming one after another as Judge pounds into me.
“I’m . . . I’m . . .,” I start but can’t find the words to tell him I’m about to shatter. “Judge!”
I scream his name before leaning my head forward and biting his chest through his tee-shirt so the entire bar doesn’t hear me.
My entire body is tight and shaking as ripples of my release flow one after another.
I feel weightless and as if I’m flying. Judge thrusts deep in me a handful more times before his entire body goes stiff and he buries himself as far as he can.
A deep groan leaves him that’s guttural as it echoes off the walls of the bathroom.
His head drops back and I watch as Judge’s eyes slide closed.
My heart is racing and I can hardly catch my breath as I watch the man still buried inside me find his release and lose control.
I don’t think he loses the tight leash of control he keeps a hold on very often.
“Fuck,” he says when I feel his body finally relax.
Judge doesn’t look at me as he grabs the base of his cock and holds the condom in place. Looking down, I see the blood covering it and know he’s about to realize I was a virgin.
“The fuck?” he asks, looking up at me when he’s finally pulled free from me. “Were you a virgin?”
“Yeah,” I say, watching as he stumbles back quick as hell while removing the condom and tying it off before throwing it in the garbage next to us.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be one of those clingy girls who won’t leave you alone.
I wasn’t holding onto it for any reason.
I’ve just never wanted to have sex before. ”
Judge doesn’t say a word in response. He grabs paper towels from the dispenser next to the sink and wets them.
I watch as he cleans his softening length before pulling his boxers and jeans back up.
Once his clothes are back in place, Judge leaves the bathroom without saying another word to me.
I don’t let it bother me because I knew this wasn’t going to lead to some grand romance or even a relationship.
This was a one night stand in the bar’s bathroom because for the first time in my life I found a guy I actually wanted to have sex with.
I’ve heard girls can become emotional and attached when they have sex for the first time.
The only thing I feel right now is satisfied and a little sore.
I learned a very long time ago to shut my emotions off and not let them get involved in any aspect of my life. This situation will be no different.
Following his move, after going to the bathroom, I use paper towels to clean myself up before making sure my clothing is back in place.
I smooth down my hair the best I can before leaving the bathroom.
Since I don’t typically wear a lot of make-up, I simply wipe under my eyes to remove the mascara that now coats my skin.
I’m covered in a fine layer of sweat, but that can’t be helped until I get home and shower.
Knowing there’s nothing more I can do to fix my appearance, I leave the bathroom and head back out on the floor.
My eyes find the table the bikers were sitting at and it’s now empty.
The asshole who hit me is also gone. I simply walk to the bar under Carl’s watchful knowing gaze to grab the tray filled with drinks so I can get back to work.
The rest of the night, Carl keeps a close eye on me as if he’s waiting for me to break. It’s not going to happen.