18. Chloe
CHAPTER 18
CHLOE
Leaving the rage room was a blur. My stomach was tight with anticipation, and my heart was pounding as I somehow changed and made my way back into Sabien’s car.
I held his hand during the drive, and could feel that Sabien’s pulse was racing just as hard as mine. Sabien stroked his thumb along my wrist. Heat flooded my lower belly at the feel of his rough hands.
Should I tell him that I’d never done this before?
Something told me that he was barely holding on to control. That he only looked calm, but really he was ready to throw me on to a bed and unleash all that wild energy on me. I could feel it bottled up inside of him.
I should probably tell him… but a part of me really didn’t want to.
Sabien was looking at me like I was making him lose his mind, and a part of me wanted him completely unrestrained. I wanted him to lose control.
I didn’t want my first time to be soft and safe. There was just something about Sabien that made me want to rip all my clothes off and ride him like tomorrow didn’t exist.
I barely noticed anything but him as Sabien brought me to a modern house with large windows smack in the middle of the suburbs. I got vague impressions of an industrial style chandelier and a black leather sofa in front of an electric fireplace with blue flames. Sabien pulled me quickly through the sleek living room and up the stairs, and I was practically running to keep up with him.
Sabien led me into a room, and I got a brief impression of a neatly made bed and a closet that seemed to be bursting at the seams with clothing shoved out of the way… and then he was on me. Sabien pressed me right into the door. His big, strong body pushed me against the wood panels.
Sabien pressed heated, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. With each touch of his hot lips against my skin, sparks of electricity ran down my spine. With each kiss, I was wrapped up deeper and deeper in my need for this man. Every thought clouded in red-hot desire.
Sabien slid his fingertips under the hem of my shirt, tracing a path across my stomach. His touch burned, lighting every inch of my skin on fire.
He made me feel so fucking good.
Sabien grabbed my waist, grinding me against him, until I could feel his hardness, that tantalizing promise of friction right where I needed him. His other hand slid up to my chest, pushing my bra roughly out of the way until he was palming my breasts boldly. He grabbed my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
I gasped as he tugged at my sensitive peaks, the pressure there echoing deep in my lower belly, flooding my core until I was dripping for him.
Sabien grabbed my hips, lifting me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. All I knew was the touch of his lips as he pressed his mouth against mine in a rough kiss. He carried me across the room to his bed, falling with me onto the sheets, pressing his delicious weight over me.
Sabien shoved my shirt up, tugging it off so hard that the fabric ripped. That would have annoyed me if Sabien hadn’t then unclipped my bra with one hand and then bent down to my breast, sucking my nipple and what felt like half of my entire left tit into his mouth.
My back arched off the bed as I gasped.
Fuck.
The intense suction against my sensitive flesh was making me see stars.
He swirled his tongue around my nipple, and the contrast of harsh suction and his tongue’s caresses had me squirming. I bucked my hips against his, and Sabien groaned as it brushed against his rock-hard cock.
I had both of my hands beneath his shirt, half feeling the hard ridges of his muscles, half trying to tug his shirt off him. Sabien rose to his knees and pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion.
His hands dropped down to his belt, tugging it off and throwing it across the room. He unzipped his pants, and drew them down slowly, releasing his cock.
My jaw dropped.
Well, damn .
Were cocks supposed to be that big? His girth was thicker than my wrist. There was no way… they definitely didn’t look that enormous in any of my text books.
Sabien tilted his head at me, as if he were silently asking if I still wanted to do this. I unfastened the buttons on my own jeans, tugging them down along with my panties, as if to say, hell yes. He helped me, yanking off the offending fabric, pulling until they were all the way off.
I was totally naked beneath him.
Wait.
He’d left my socks on. That seemed like some kind of fashion crime. Shouldn’t we—
Sabien slid the tip of his cock against my entrance and all thoughts of socks died .
His hardness glided across my entrance, pressing right against my clit, right where I needed him.
I moaned, helplessly. Parting my legs wider, pleading with him silently.
It wasn’t enough, I needed more.
I needed Sabien to give it to me.
Sabien had been watching my face carefully. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, because he reached down and positioned his cock at my entrance.
Warmth pushed between my legs, hard against my walls. Blinding pressure, that was so much, so intense. Veering right on the cusp between pain and pleasure.
My breath shuddered as Sabien thrust in deeper.
The friction was delicious, but intense. There was so much. I felt as if the pressure was splitting me apart.
I must have been wincing, because Sabien stopped moving and reached down. His rough finger found my clit, and started rubbing tantalizing circles. With just the perfect pressure, right where I needed it.
Sabien pressed his lips to my throat and began to suck. Hard. Biting the skin right in the spot where the bond would go.
The smooth pressure against my clit. His mouth, hard against my throat. Teeth against my skin. That hint of his claim on me… all of it was so much, building something inside of me. Something that was teetering between rough pleasure and sweet pain, making me lose the last bit of my control.
I dug my nails into his back as an orgasm ricocheted through me.
Waves pulsed through my core, rippling down my entire body. I was sinking. Drowning in pleasure. Completely weighed down by it.
Sabien kissed me through my orgasm, rocking his hips in sensuous motions, helping me ride out the waves of bliss.
Coming down from the high, I felt like every inch of me went loose, like Sabien had churned my body into melty butter. Like I had been transformed into a happy goo.
Then Sabien started to move.
Sabien thrust his cock into me hard. So deep inside of me I could feel him in my stomach. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, every ridge of that fat cock as he fucked me. Pulling almost all of the way out, only to slam back into me. Brutally fast.
I moaned.
It was all so much. The delicious friction, the hot feel of his cock against my walls. Each time he drove his cock into me, I became more lost in it. He took me with wild, ferocious thrusts. I spread my legs wider to welcome each one.
His movements became faster. Frantic. As if he was chasing something that he could only find within me. As if he were nothing but a rutting beast. As if he were a sinner trying to exorcize his demons between my thighs.
With a deep groan, he drove his cock into me completely, until his hips were grinding against me. Erasing any space between us until I couldn’t tell where he stopped and I began.
I could feel him pulsing inside of me. I could feel the heat of his cum as his cock throbbed deep inside me.
Then I felt the base of his cock swelling thick. His knot grew fat, squeezing even tighter against my inner walls. Stuffing me to the brim, almost to the point of pain. Connecting us even tighter.
Okay.
I’d just lost my virginity in a wild uncontrolled frenzy.
Me. I did that.
I didn’t even recognize myself. But somehow, I liked this new version of me, stuffed tight and satisfied on a fat alpha knot.