Chapter Five
Beckett
“Aren’t we moving a little fast?” she asks, clearly nervous.
“We only have one night, my love.” I am doing my best to sound like a lover. Strangely, I want her to have that.
She is scared; she is with a stranger, nearly naked, and about to lose her virginity while wearing a mask.
I would be surprised and slightly unnerved if she wasn't absolutely terrified.
If I were a better person, I probably would have just made out with her and let her go home untouched, but I am not a good person and I have to have her.
Just the thought of being inside a perfect body, especially one that has never known sex…
I can't imagine anything more intoxicating.
There is no way she is leaving tonight without a part of me leaving with her.
I set her on a chair near the bed, then remove the inordinate number of pillows and draw the covers back.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” I tell her gently. “But I’m not going to do anything you don’t consent to. I’ll treat you like a queen. Tonight is all for you. Just imagine being worshipped, body and soul.”
I don’t mention the money because I know the money only motivates her because of necessity. Anyone who has to glue their shoes together needs the money in a real-world way. This isn’t a game to her.
“Just be nice,” she says, sliding out of her dress.
“The nicest.” I offer her my hand as I bring her to the bed. As soon as I touch her hand, I feel her trembling, so I kiss her knuckles. “Just lie down, love,” I say. “Let me do the work.”
She lies stiffly on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, truly uncomfortable.
My heart breaks for a second because this is not how I want her to feel.
Since she is so young and snarky, I decide that being playful might ease her tension.
I take my trousers off unceremoniously, swiping down my underwear with the pants.
Everything pools at my feet as I toe out of my shoes, step away from my discarded trousers, and hook my fingers into my socks, leaving them in a pile with the rest.
“Do you want to see it?” I ask, stroking my cock, which is painfully hard just wanting to be near her. “Have you ever seen a cock piercing before? Or a cock at all, for that matter?” I mean, she is a virgin.
That breaks her out of her trance. She turns over and lays her head on her hand with her elbow propped against the pillow.
Seeing her stretched out on the bed, fully naked with her beautiful breasts accompanying her gorgeous ass and legs, I almost come right on the spot.
It is as if I am the virgin. My poor cock cannot handle her.
The Prince Albert actually hurts because the head of my dick has swelled and is purple and engorged. I have to fuck her.
She offers a sweet smile. “I’m a dancer,” she says casually. “I see naked men every day.”
“And you never fucked any of them?” That seems shocking.
“The dance community is small. If you sleep with a fellow dancer, the world knows, and well, I just… I’m pretty private. And a lot of the men are gay. The ones that aren’t, well, they can have any woman they want.”
“And none of them have wanted you?”
“I don’t give off ‘I’m available’ vibes.” She bites her lip.
I want to be the one biting it.
“Ah, so you’re a prude,” I tease. “That makes sense.” I get in bed with her, and she scoots way over to make room for me. “Not so far, princess, my cock isn’t that big.” I grab her arm before she gets too far away.
“What do you want me to do?” She breathes, obviously nervous.
“Do you want to touch it?” I prop my head on my hand on the pillow in a mirror image of her, and my massive erection stabs between us. I try to act like I am not aching for her.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, stroking her thumb over my platinum cock ring, making my pre-cum literally pour out of me.
“The cock ring doesn’t, no. But being this aroused is a little uncomfortable.” I laugh. “I really want this.” I lean over and kiss her soft, pillowy lips. “Are you ready?”
“Okay.” She looks into my eyes, her mask a little askew.
I right it and bring her in closer to me. “Just relax,” I tell her as I lean in and kiss her beautiful mouth.
Her tongue is soft and her mouth warm, tasting of scotch and the flavor of her lip gloss.
From what I can see of her eyes under the mask, she isn’t wearing much makeup at all, which is good because she doesn’t need it.
She is long and lean and strong, and I finally am able to brush my hands down her body and feel her small, perky tits. They are tiny, pert, and soft.
“Ah,” she gasps as I put my mouth on one of them and suck in the turgid bud, my cock wetting her hip with its ferocious need.
I take the other tit into my mouth and suck on it hard, nibbling just a little bit, which gets me another gasp and a tiny mewl from her.
Her hands fly to my hair—I think to stop me at first—but it feels too good.
Instead, her fingers massage my scalp, making me come on her belly without even touching myself.
This woman is driving me absolutely insane.
I can say with all honesty that no other woman has ever made me so feral for a good fucking.
She is literally sex on a stick, but she demands love and respect.
“I’m going to make love to you. Do you consent? Mrs. Cock?” In truth, I am going to fuck her brains out, but she doesn't need to hear me say that; she will feel it soon enough. We are playing house, and I want her to be comfortable.
She laughs a little as she traces her hand down my side, over my hip, and to my thigh. “Ah, Mrs. Cock sounds so licentious. Can you just call me Red?” Her cheeks bloom into a crimson blush.
“Tonight you belong to my Cock, my Red-Masked, Rooster wife. Let my cock have you. Don’t be embarrassed; lean into this and enjoy it. You’re too beautiful not to be adored, and ravaged.” I kiss her warm, flushed cheek.
“You’re beautiful too,” she marvels—so fucking sweet.
“Is that a yes?” I stroke the hair that has fallen from her bun out of her eyes.
Though I can't see her face, she has stunning deep blue eyes. Her hair, which had been neatly pulled into a bun, has unraveled. I pull the pins out of it, and it cascades down her shoulders, shiny and iridescently midnight. She smiles, and I wish I could peel the mask from her face. I want to see it, want to know that she is as stunning as I believe her to be. Anonymity is the reason we are in this bed together, but I am overwhelmed by my need to see her beauty. For a moment, I regret that I’ll never know her.
“Yes,” she says softly, touching the half of my face the mask doesn’t cover.
My stubble has started to come in salt and pepper gray. She is young—she must be at least ten to fifteen years younger than myself—but that doesn't matter for tonight. She doesn't seem to mind our age difference, and since we are going to be nothing but one night, I can be her everything.
With her consent, I dive my tongue into her sweet mouth, tasting her again as I lay on top of her, feeling her slight body under mine.
Having a mind of their own, my hips undulate against her soft, wet center.
I have to get her ready for me. I kiss my way down her beautiful body; she smells like lavender skin cream.
I kiss her breasts, her belly, her hips.
I kiss all the way down to her perfectly trimmed pussy hair, with her giggling and barely breathing.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as her belly rises and falls in sporadic bursts.
“I’ll be your god, princess.” I smile at her before sliding my tongue into her pussy while using my thumbs to open her up.
Lapping up all the deliciousness between her legs, I press my fingers inside of her—first using one, then two.
I feel the barrier of her virginity and gently stroke my fingers in and out of her while sucking on her beautiful clit.
All parts of her are so pretty. She has a pale pink pussy, with delicate labia and a sweet, aroused gape into her sanctuary.
Her clit is a tiny nub hiding behind a lovely little hood of flesh.
Perfectly framed, it is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.
Again, I regret that this will be our one and only time together.
“Ah.” Her hands stroke through my hair again as she shivers with pre-orgasmic bliss.
“So sensitive,” I praise her. “So delicious.” I drag my tongue over her swollen center again, unable to get enough of her. I want to go slow, but can’t. I need to take her kindly, yet all I want to do is fuck her to the moon.
“You’re ready, love,” I say as I rise up to meet her. “How are you feeling?” I kiss her lips and chin.
“I want you inside of me,” she barely says, though her eyes are glassy. “I want this to feel real.”
I’m not sure if the glassy eyes are because of arousal or nerves. I don't like seeing her so close to tears. I want her to love every moment of this as I do. The only way she can is to feel me inside of her and let me guide her to ecstasy beyond her imagination.
“That’s the plan, my sweet. Spread your legs for me, nice and wide.” I guide one leg with my hand; I want her as open as she can be to make this easier.
Being a doctor, I understand that one's first penetration needs to be slow, but having her as aroused as she is and so close to a climax will make her sensitive and able to stretch and accommodate me.
I should have her orgasm first, but I want her with me just as intensely as I am with her. I am still a bit of a selfish bastard.
“Alright, love,” I say with husky dominance. “I'm going to fuck you now.”
I carefully trace my piercing along her slick slit, teasing her opening with every stroke. As I press in millimeter by millimeter, I kiss her mouth, suck a hickey into her neck, and nibble at her clavicle as my hips ever so slowly press forward until I reach her maidenhead.
“How are you?” I ask before taking it.