Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Lilly
Holy shit.
The aftershocks are still rippling through me. Hell, I’m not convinced that I won’t explode again with only the slightest touch.
I have never in my whole life felt anything remotely like what Luke just did to me.
It’s not like I’m a stranger to orgasms. I’m a modern woman with a vibrator. But…wow. Nothing I’ve ever done to myself has come remotely close to what just happened.
That. Was. Incredible.
And it wasn’t just physical. It was more than that. Like he unmade me and put me back together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I could lie here just like this, revelling in this feeling for the rest of the day, but then I feel it.
The hard press of him against my hip. Thick, insistent, and incredibly huge.
How could I have forgotten what we were doing? And that we haven’t even done it yet?
My eyes fly open to see Luke kneeling over me, an almost unreadable look on his face. He’s watching me with what can best be described as a mixture of wonderment and lust.
Never in my whole life has a man looked at me like that.
Not. Even. Close.
“We’re nowhere near finished, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick.
My eyes grow wide as I watch him fist his impossibly hard dick in his huge hand and start stroking his length.
A fresh wave of heat washes through me at the incredible sight.
“I’m…you’re…wow.”
“I appreciate the compliment.” He chuckles, but a moment later, his face turns serious. “If you’ve changed your?—”
“No.” The word comes out so quickly, it’s embarrassing. “I’m just…I need a second.”
“I’ll give you one,” he says, the dark gaze returning. “Because we’re only just getting started.”
Oh, God. I believe him.
Even as I’m still floating from the climax he just gave me, I can feel my body craving more.
Luke looks down at me, his eyes dark and focused, hungry for more.
For me.
True to his word, he only gives me a second before the thick head of his cock is pressing between my legs, hard and insistent. My breath stutters in my chest.
He’s so big.
Too big.
I definitely don’t have much experience with men. Besides a few fumbling hand jobs that Barrett insisted didn’t count, I’ve never even seen a man naked before. And my ex didn’t come close to matching Luke’s size.
For a second, panic spikes. I can’t take it. It’s too much.
Luke seems to sense my hesitation. “Hey,” he says, his voice gentle but confident. “Look at me.”
I do, forcing my eyes to lock onto his dark gaze.
“You’re too big, Luke. I can’t?—”
“You can, Lilly.” He rubs his thumb in gentle circles on my cheek. “And you will,” he says. “You’ll take every inch, Sweetheart.” A shiver rips through me. “Every. Inch.”
I believe him, but I’m still nervous as I feel him start to move.
“Breathe,” he tells me. “Relax and focus on your breathing.”
I do as he says, matching my breathing to his.
Luke’s hands slide down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. He hikes one leg up slightly to give him better access, opening me to him.
I swallow hard, my nails digging into his biceps as he starts pressing his incredible girth into my virgin pussy. He’s slow and controlled as he works himself inside me.
I suck in a breath at the sharp sting of the stretch. At first, my body fights the intrusion, and then I remember what he said, relax. The moment I do, he presses in deeper.
The feel of him is beyond intense, my muscles spasming around him as my body works to take inch after inch of him.
“Shit, Lilly,” he grits out, his jaw tight with the effort he’s using to go slow with me. “You’re so fucking tight. Your virgin pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words are filthy, but they send a fresh wave of desire through me, right between my legs.
I groan and arch my back a little as he gives me even more of his cock.
“That’s right, Sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re taking me so good.”
He pauses, then, buried only halfway, I already feel astonishingly stuffed. My vision blurs at the edges, even as my body craves more. I want it all. I want all of him.
Luke’s chest is heaving against mine as he works to hold onto his control. “How does it feel?” His thumb finds my clit between us, making me jerk with the spark of pleasure. “Tell me.”
“Full.” My voice is broken, barely a whisper as I work to process all the sensations crashing through me. “So full. You are…it’s… It’s a lot.”
His answering chuckle is low. “Good,” he says. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel. You’re made for this, sweetheart. You were made for my cock.”
His words send a fresh pulse of heat through me, reinforcing what I already know. I want this. I want him. All of him.
I want him to stuff me so full I can’t think straight. That I can’t feel anything but him.
“More,” I whisper. “Please, Luke. I want more. I want it all.”
His eyes darken, something fierce and possessive flickering across his features before he leans down to take my mouth in a bruising kiss. And then he’s moving again, pushing deeper and deeper, simultaneously claiming me with his tongue as his cock claims my body.
He swallows my cries, his kiss unrelenting until he’s buried completely inside me. Our hips are flush, literally nothing between us.
A broken sound escapes me as he pulls his mouth from mine. It’s part pleasure, part overwhelm. And then he begins to move.
Not fast, not at first. Just deep, slow rolls of his hips that drag him in and out of me, stretching me further with every thrust, filling me completely.
It’s intense. More than anything I’ve ever felt before. Every nerve ending is lit up, every touch of my skin is magnified a thousand times.
“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “You feel that, sweetheart. You feel how you squeeze me like you never want to let me go? Like you’re trying to keep me inside you forever?”
I can only moan in response. There is no way I can form a coherent thought.
He reaches down and lifts first one leg, and then the other one, until I’m wrapping around his waist, the new angle, pulling him even deeper. I lock my ankles around him, wanting him exactly where he is.
My body knows exactly what to do. As if I’ve been waiting for this very moment, for him, my entire life.
He moves again, faster this time. His hips snap forward with a purpose and determination that wasn’t there before.
Each thrust lands him a little deeper, a little harder inside me.
My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my back arches off the bed as he finds that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
“Right there,” he murmurs. “You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I fuck you like that?”
“Yes.” The word is plea for more, and he doesn’t hesitate to deliver.
He increases his pace. Hitting the sweet spot again and again, each strike sending fresh shockwaves of pleasure that continue to build on one another until they’re almost painful with their intensity.
My orgasm is building with astonishing speed. My body clenching and relaxing in time with his thrusts until I feel like I’m going to explode.
I’m close. So close. And when his hand slips between us to find my already swollen, sensitive bud, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Luke, I’m?—”
“I know.” His voice is thick. “Come for me, Lilly,” he tells me. “Come hard for me while I fill up your sweet, virgin pussy.”
His dirty words are my undoing. He pinches my clit with just enough pressure that I shatter.
The orgasm hits hard. More intense than the last one, it’s all-consuming. I scream, although I don’t even recognize my own voice as my body convulses, the sensations flying through me.
He doesn’t stop, fucking me right through it, until I feel his hips jerk one final time, his breathing changing as his body tenses, and with one guttural groan that sounds as if it’s being torn from his chest, he lets go.
I feel the hot, thick pulse of him, spilling inside me, filling me, just the way he promised as he takes his release inside me.
We stay locked together that way, for how long, I don’t know. Neither of us moves. We can’t.
Luke’s chest is heaving against mine, his forehead pressed against my shoulder as he works to control his breathing. His hand still locked on my hip, holding me in place.
As if I’d go anywhere even if I could.
Luke
When I finally pull away, I don’t go far.
I stay as close as possible, my body still half covering her as I work to get my breathing under control.
Never mind my heart, or whatever the fuck is going on inside me. It’s unfamiliar and not entirely unwelcome, but also…I have no business feeling anything. Not more than the ball tingling satisfaction of a good fuck.
My hand doesn’t leave her hip. My grip is steady as I hold her in place, needing the contact with her as much as she needs it to come back to herself after the way she just shattered into a million pieces.
For a long second, I just look at her.
She’s gorgeous. Even more so with her skin flushed and her perfect tits rising and falling with heavy breaths, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow. There’s a softness to her now. A vulnerability that wasn’t there before.
Her eyes are still closed, and for a moment, I wonder if I went too far. If I pushed too much, too soon. If I hurt her.
“You okay?” I hesitate for a moment before reaching out and brushing the damp hair from her forehead as her eyes flutter open.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “I’m just…”
I hold her gaze for a moment before releasing my grip on her hip and rolling back a little. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”
She blinks her eyes slowly, her lashes fluttering over her cheeks before she shakes her head. “No,” she says. “You weren’t. I just wasn’t expecting…” she hesitates before finishing, “how big you are.”
“Fuck, Lilly.” I look down with a shake of my head. “I’m sorry.”
“No.” She presses a hand to my chest and leaves it there. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Better than fine.”
I let out a low breath and force myself to look away before I do something I shouldn’t, like pull her into my arms again.
This wasn’t just sex.
I felt it from the moment I kissed her. I should have stopped it then, before it went too far. But I’m a selfish, greedy asshole. She’d presented me with the gift of her virginity, and like the bastard I am, I took it.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her after I got even the slightest taste of her, and even with the certainty of knowing I can’t have her, not in a real way, not without ruining her, I did it anyway.
Fuck. Me.
She shifts slightly beneath me, and the movement brings my attention sharply back into focus in a way that crystallizes everything at once. That’s when it hits.
I didn’t use a condom.
I run it back in my head, looking for the moment when I stopped to consider it. A moment of hesitation when I should have stopped and found protection.
But there wasn’t.
I didn’t even think about it. All I could think about was her.
Being inside her. Filling her virgin womb with my seed.
Like a primal need, my animal instincts had taken over.
Fuck.
“I didn’t use anything,” I say, keeping my tone even.
Her expression flickers for a moment like she’s processing my words. “It’s fine,” she says after a moment. “I track my cycle.”
That fits with everything I already know about how organized and competent she is.
I nod once, more to myself than to her, and let the silence grow between us again.
“You sure you’re okay?” I reach for her one more time, knowing that soon it will be my last. It has to be.
She nods. “More than okay.”
I study her for another second before I force myself to move away. “Good.”
It should end there. I should get up, get dressed, and put space between us. But I don’t.
Neither does she.
“Thank you,” she says awkwardly. “For… you know..”
“Don’t,” I silence her. “Don’t make it seem like I was doing you a favor.”
“But you kind of?—”
“No,” I say with authority that silences her. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it seem like taking your virginity wasn’t anything but a fucking honor. Because it was, Lilly. I knew exactly what I was doing,” I add, softer now. “And I’d do it again.”
Her breath catches, and I see the shift in her at my admission.
Good.
Because I meant every fucking word. For better or worse, we’ve already crossed the line, and there’s no going back. Not for me. Not now.