Chapter 7 Talon
TALON
She’s looking up at me with those baby blues that seem to see so much more than they should. It’s like she sees through me, though she can’t, that’s ridiculous. If she could, there wouldn’t be a question of whether she’d want to be with me or not. Somebody like her? Someone so innocent?
But she wants me now, and I’m not about to convince her otherwise.
There’s a closet not far from where we’re standing, and that’s exactly where I’m taking her. With her wrist in my hand, I look back and forth to make sure no one’s paying attention before opening the door and ushering her inside. I scan the area once more before joining her.
“Should we really be doing this?”
I answer her question the only way I know how: by taking her face in my hands and indulging again in the taste of her lips. So sweet, so quick to part when my tongue probes them. She’s putty in my hands, mine to do with whatever I want.
I want her. I want to claim this precious thing for myself. Never in all my life has anything this beautiful, this innocent, belonged to me.
There isn’t much room in here, and when I back her into a set of shelves, the bottles lined up there knock together while rolls of paper towels fall around us. “Ow!” she whispers when a bottle of something or other hits her shoulder, but she’s laughing.
“Let me kiss that for you.” I press my lips to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. She melts against me with a soft sigh, making my already stiffening cock stand at attention. I would swear this woman was made for me, just for me. Everything about her.
“I can’t believe this is happening…” Her fingers tangle in my hair while I continue getting acquainted with her throat and chest. The swell of her tits is barely exposed, and god, I want to get her out of this dress.
This isn’t the time or the place—if anything, being unable to have all of her heightens everything.
I have to make do with what’s available to me, and I do just that, working her skirts up and sliding my hand up her thigh.
“Oh god!” I cover her mouth with mine to stifle what she can’t hold back.
I would never have imagined her like this, but it makes sense.
She’s a volcano waiting to erupt. All she needs is the right man to set off the explosion.
Already, she’s clinging to me, shaking, a steady stream of high-pitched whimpering passing from her mouth into mine as my hand continues its trek up her smooth thigh, then over the tantalizing curve of her ass.
She tugs at my hair, tits heaving against my chest.
Her panties are smooth satin trimmed in lace, and I indulge myself in the texture while fondling her firm ass cheeks.
If I didn’t know better, I would think a wild animal was in here with me, panting in the darkness.
I dig my fingers into her flesh, and she jerks her hips, her pussy hungry for me.
I grind against her through all those layers of fabric, and there’s enough pressure to make me shudder.
We’re like a couple of kids in a frenzy, making out after cutting class.
Knowing we could be discovered at any second.
She breaks the kiss just long enough to gasp one word. “More.”
Fabric tears, but that doesn’t stop me from working my fingers under that lace trim and delving into her already-flooded pussy.
She goes stiff, almost like she’s surprised, her back arching, tits thrust against my chest. God, she’s so fucking wet.
Something about that reaches something in me, and now there’s nothing I want more in this world than to make her come, feel her fall apart in my arms, and listen as she fights back her screams.
We both fumble with her panties, hands shaking, her dress in the way.
Somehow, we manage to get them off, and I shove them in my pocket before freeing my cock.
I take her hand and wrap it around my shaft.
Fuck, yes, her touch is magic. She’s hesitant, yes, but somehow, that only adds to the burning desire to defile her innocence.
“I… I’m not…” I stop her words when I crush my lips to hers, plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth until she’s moaning again. I don’t want to talk. I don’t need to hear her tell me she’s not good at this because the fact is, she’s fucking perfect. She’s everything I need.
Still, she stiffens when I lift her leg to prop her foot on one of the lower shelves.
Afraid. I soften my kiss in response, stroking her tongue with mine, teasing one helpless whimper after another while, with my fingers, I explore the unbelievably soft skin of her inner thigh.
As soon as I reach her swollen, slick lips, she’s mine again, lost in sensation and hungry for satisfaction.
Not as hungry as I am. Precum dribbles from my cock by the time I drag it through her wetness. She grabs my shoulders, gripping them tight enough that I can feel her nails even through my jacket and shirt. I want to tease her and make her beg and plead and sob, and I will. Someday.
For now, I line up with her entrance and roll my hips, forcing my wide head into her tight tunnel.
So tight.
There’s a momentary pause, like something’s in the way, but I push on. She gasps, her body jerking like a current ran through it, and I understand. I should have known. I figured she was inexperienced, but I didn’t imagine she was a virgin.
Was. Not anymore.
And oh, knowing I’m the one, the only one, it’s enough to wipe my mind free of reason and control. The only thing stopping me from fucking her mercilessly is knowing it wouldn’t be fair. I want to fuck her, but more than that, I want to protect her. She’ll never be hurt again, especially not by me.
“You didn’t tell me,” I whisper once I’m buried balls deep in her. I pause, gripping the shelf behind her head and grinding my teeth. So goddamn tight, like her pussy is trying to milk me. Or snap it off.
“You didn’t ask.” Her laughter is shaky, with an almost tearful edge. She touches my face, cupping my cheek tenderly enough that it threatens to break my heart. “Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.”
There I was, thinking she couldn’t be any more perfect. What I want to do to her. What I want to make her feel.
I take it easy, giving her slow, shallow thrusts, grinding against her clit while I do.
I’m easing her into it, though I know it won’t take long.
She’s already more than halfway to the finish, straining against me, caught between confusion and inexperience and her body’s deeper wisdom.
It knows what it wants and how to get it.
All she has to do is get out of the way and let it happen.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes!” she nearly sobs, her mouth close to my neck.
“And are you going to come for me?” I whisper.
“Yes, yes! Just a little more!”
I lower my head, my nose buried in her hair, the pulse fluttering in her throat. Yes, she’s going to come, her already tight little cunt clenching around me.
All I can do is groan out the strain of holding myself back while she tightens, a high-pitched cry building in her throat. She presses her lips to my neck and screams softly before drenching my cock, her body spasming and her muscles now pulsing, drawing me deeper.
As much as I’d love nothing more than to bathe her womb with my cum, I pull out at the last second with a regretful grunt and aim for her thigh. Nothing in the world but the sweet relief and her even sweeter sighs fill my ears, the sound ringing in my head.
And now I wish we were somewhere else. I wish she could have had the kind of first time I would imagine her dreaming about. Something soft and sweet and romantic.
The hand on the back of my neck is gentle, her fingers running through my hair while she fights to catch her breath. And now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I see she’s smiling.
She was already precious to me, but now? I would kill for her. I would die for her. “Are you okay?”
She kisses my cheek, chuckling softly. “I can’t believe we did that.” And then asks, “Do you think anybody saw us come in here?”
“You wouldn’t be the first person to have a quickie at a wedding,” I point out before kissing her gently. “And if they did see us, good for them. This will really give your family something to talk about.”
“Now I kind of hope they did notice.”
“Good girl. That’s what I want to hear.” We disentangle ourselves, and I can’t pretend there isn’t regret in that. This is a day of firsts for both of us—usually, I can’t wait to have it over with once I’ve come. As soon as the heated, desperate rush has passed, I’m over it.
We fumble around in the dark, and I find a wrapped roll of toilet paper, which I use to clean her up as best I can. “Before I forget.” I’m regretful again when I pull her panties from my pocket since I’d much rather keep them as a memento.
“I guess we shouldn’t both go out at the same time.”
“Good thinking. I’ll go out first.” I check to make sure I’m straightened out before opening the door wide enough to see out. The coast is clear. “You sure you’re okay?” I don’t know why it’s so difficult to leave her like this.
“I’m fine, really. Thank you.” I’m not sure what she’s thanking me for—for all I know, she’s grateful that she finally popped her cherry.
Whatever the reason, the sweetness in her voice spreads tightness in my chest that finally propels me out of the closet before I do something stupid like ask her to marry me.
The party’s still raging on, the guests slightly sloppier now that they’ve been drinking for the past hour or so. I wander a few steps closer to the ballroom entrance, scanning the crowd, my mind back on business now that the heaviness in my balls has lessened.
There he is. Leaning against the bar. Actually, draped over it is more like it. I’m surprised he’s still standing after all the drinking he’s done, and when he holds up his empty glass, it’s clear he’s waiting for another.
This will be easier than I thought.