Chapter 35 – Vale #2
“You alright?”
I take a deep breath. “Perfect, what about you?”
I lift my hips and press down harder. The crown slips in, that flare stretching me so taut it stings. I close my eyes and breathe. I need a moment because it doesn’t feel good. He feels too big, too thick to take any more, but I’m not done. I refuse to give into the pain. I refuse to give up.
The steering wheel is hitting my lower back, and I can’t take it anymore. I lean farther into him, and it makes him slide a little deeper. “Oh, God!” I cry out.
His breath rushes out against my face. When I open my eyes, he looks like it’s taking everything inside him to hold back.
I don’t know why I ever thought he didn’t want me.
Our eyes lock, and I lift my hips, then press them down harder.
He’s maybe an inch inside me, not much at all, when he hits the barrier of my virginity.
I feel it, a tightening, tugging at the intrusion.
I lift up again because I know he’s going to break through. Oliver grabs my hips. “Stop, Vale! Please, stop. You win,” he says, wide-eyed with panic, his entire body shaking. “You win.”
“What? Why? You said.” He shakes his head in a panic, stopping me.
“I thought you’d stop because it hurts. I thought you’d stop yourself.
” The words fly from his mouth, and he cradles my cheek.
“I didn’t realize you’d keep going. I feel your innocence and if you take any more of me, it’ll be gone.
I’ll have stolen it in the seat of a car.
I will not have laid you down and taken my time, touching and tasting every inch of you.
I will not have had the chance to worship you properly.
You don’t want this, Vale. Tell me this isn’t how you want your first time to be. ”
It’s hard to think when I feel him there, throbbing inside me.
It’s hard to think when the sting of tearing is already happening.
He feels impossibly big. I’ve been told it always hurts.
I knew it was going to hurt. I’m not scared of the pain.
I try to lift off, but he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me against him.
He's still inside me, but he’s not as deep.
It takes the pressure off a little and I relax.
“I didn’t know how I wanted to lose it. I didn’t have a plan. I’m not against doing it this way. It does hurt, but I don’t care. As long as it’s you, I don’t think it matters where we are.”
“Then let’s go. Let’s go have dinner. I’ll make sure the house is empty before we get back.
I’ll lay you down in my bed. I’ll be gentle.
I’ll make love to you, baby. I’ll make it beautiful.
If we stay here, I can’t guarantee I won’t fuck you in front of that guy over there.
He’s been watching us, trying to get a peak. ”
I look over at the big green trash bin and see a young man who’s smiling between each puff.
The windows are tinted but he might have seen something.
I jerk backward and Oliver slides farther in.
I hear him hiss and feel the biting pain.
He does his best to lift me off him quickly.
Did he break my hymen? I thought he did with his fingers because I bled, but it was still there when I tried to impale myself.
I don’t think it’s there anymore. I felt the tear, the give.
I drop into the passenger seat, then stare down at his cock. There’s bright red blood on the tip. He wasn’t deep at all. I can’t believe how little he was inside me. It had felt like so much more. “Is that?” I question as I touch the blood with the tip of my index finger.
“Do me a favor, lick it off and feed it to me.” His breath is coming fast, his knuckles gone white on the console.
His body is locked down, his veins standing out on his arms and in his neck.
I don’t ask questions. I lean down and take him into my mouth.
His skin is on fire, and he groans when I suction the tip in.
I moan at the coppery taste of my blood, the swirling mix of salt, metal, and his sweet precum.
I take him to the back of my throat, and he lifts me off him.
“You’ve got blood on your lips,” he whispers and those sexy fangs are showing. I hope he bites me.
I lick my lips and he loses it. He pulls me forward so hard our teeth clank when our mouths meet.
He’s licking at them, moaning. He’s feeding on my mouth because this isn’t just a kiss.
It’s dark. He claims me with each lick, each pull at my lips.
He licks at my tongue while he holds my mouth open.
His tongue has to be longer than mine. It swirls against the inside of my cheeks, against my teeth. He’s taking every drop for himself.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls into my mouth.
“I want you riding my face baby, that pussy dripping into my mouth. I want to drink you down before I slide deep inside you. I’m going to, Vale.
You’re going to let me. You’re going to want it.
I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, then I’m going to slide in until your little cunt can’t take any more.
I’m gonna fill you up, over and over again.
You’re going to feel me inside you for days. ”
I love it when he threatens me.
I’m shaking in his grasp now. Eyes wild. “Why did I agree to go somewhere else when I need you right now?”
“You agreed to come home with me so I could give you every dirty, fucked up fantasy you crave.”
I look at the man who’s still standing there, trash bags at his feet long forgotten while he lights up a cigarette.
I wave, wondering if he can actually see us.
When he waves back, I drop to the passenger seat, sinking lower as my cheeks flame.
I try to pull my panties on, but Oliver yanks them out of my hand.
“Can we go?” I plead. “He saw us.”
“We can go, but I’m keeping these.” He pulls them to his face and inhales, making my cheeks burn brighter. His lips tremble when he stuffs them in his pocket.
“You’re so weird. That would’ve been super gross about a month ago,” I say, then laugh.
“And now what’s it like to see me inhale your scent? To huff in that rapturous, mouthwatering scent your pussy fills my car with.”
“Now I wish you were between my thighs with that beautiful mouth cleaning me up, because watching you do that has made a mess.” The words come out breathy and heated. I’m barely able to stop myself from jumping in his lap again.
“You dripping for me, pretty girl?” he asks, that smirk back. That dimple so kissable, lickable.
“You have no idea. My body is determined to ruin all your upholstery.” I laugh. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I love that idea. I’d like it more if you marked me.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I tell him with a smirk of my own.
I slide my fingers through my slit, getting them nice and wet. There’s very little blood on my fingers when I hold them up. I lean back in my seat and urge him forward with them. He leans closer, and I paint it on his lips. “You make me so dirty. You inspire me to do things I never thought I’d do.”
He smiles as I paint. When I look up at him, that dimple is too close, so I drop down and kiss it, licking his face like an idiot. “Always wanted to do that. I love that cute dimple,” I say, oversharing as always.
“You love my dimples. Anything else about me you love?”
I love you! The words scream in my mind to get out, to be free. “There’s a lot I love about you, Oliver. I’ll tell you all about it when you’re inside me,” I say, then smirk back at him.