Chapter 7
SHEP
My entire foundation was shaken. I hadn’t had a one-night stand in a couple of years. I definitely never paid for sex. Doing it where others could watch? I wasn’t a sharer.
Except now, I was. I wanted every one of the fuckers in the other room to see what they’d missed. That Francesca was made for me and me alone. I wanted to show off the sweetest prize I’d ever collect. Flaunt it.
Then leave this place and keep her all to myself.
Because one taste of her lips, one gasp, and she was mine.
I’d always considered myself different from my family. No chance in hell I’d fall for the old love-at-first-sight bullshit Ma and Pops had. Then Trig fell. Then Colt. Bray. Lainey. Cam and even Zeb.
Shit. Shit.
This, right here? It was my last first kiss.
After I thoroughly claimed her lips, I skated along her jaw to the spot just behind her ear. I had to hold her hair back, like silk in my fingers. Then lower down her neck; she tipped her head to give me more room. I smiled against that delicate skin at how responsive she was.
It was time to test that in other places.
Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and dropped her on the mahogany table. It was built to hold a feast for many ten or more. Right now, Francesca was my one woman banquet.
Our eyes met for a moment. I gave her a second, maybe two to tell me to stop or slow down, but she didn’t do either. Surprising the hell out of me, she hooked her hand behind my neck and pulled me in for another kiss.
It wasn’t those lips I wanted my mouth on though.
With hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her back so she was lying on the gleaming wood. I caressed the creamy expanse of cleavage her dress exposed, those swells plump and so fucking soft.
With a curl of a finger, I tugged the dress and her bra beneath to the side, exposing one taut nipple. I sucked, licked and even nibbled on it as she writhed beneath me.
She might have been a virgin, but she sure as hell wasn’t cold. She was scalding hot and completely uninhibited–because dining room. The fact that she was this aroused made me wonder what she’d be like once I broke her in and discovered all her dirty desires.
The first one was a surprise. My little Cherry wanted to be watched.
My dick was telling me to get a move on, but there was too much of her to sample. Plus, I had to get her ready. I was big and these weren’t the most ideal circumstances.
Didn’t virgins want flowers and silk sheets instead of a dining room table in a stranger’s house?
Our eyes met for a moment right before I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet.
She lifted her head, but didn’t say anything as I tossed her thighs over my shoulders. The action made her dress ride up and expose her panty covered pussy.
It was a thong and lavender, with a huge wet spot. Leaning in, I set my nose right over that damp fabric and breathed her in. My eyes fell closed and pre-cum spurted from my dick.
Sweet. Spicy.
Mouth watering, I tugged at the thin strap at her hip, ripping her panties off. They went in my pocket, a receipt for my purchase of this virgin pussy.
“Shep,” she breathed, then said it again on a gasp when I got my mouth on her for the first time.
Soft, plush folds were dripping with her sweet honey. I licked her from asshole to clit, then circled that swollen nub. She was gonna come on my face before I got in her, no question.
While her thick thighs were against my ears, I heard snippets of the others talking. They were either watching or nearby, most likely the auction over and on the way to find a spot of their own to fuck.
I lifted my head long enough to growl, “Taken.” Whether I meant the dining room or Francesca, they could figure it out.
Getting her off wasn’t enough prep alone for a virgin, so I got my fingers involved, slipping one into–
Fuck me.
She was so tight. Wet. Hot. She clenched around the tip of my finger as her hand went to the top of my head. Held on. Pushed my face into her, smothering me.
What a way to go.
It took her a bit to come. Maybe it was the possible audience or the ambiance or that she’d never had a guy eat her out before, but I finally felt her thighs quiver, felt her inner walls clench around not one, but two of my fingers. Her clit grew against my tongue.
“Come for me, cherry,” I ordered, then went right back to my task.
Getting her off.
She put her hand over mouth and I lifted my head, lightly slapped her pussy.
She gasped, then moaned.
“No trying to keep quiet. I want everyone in this big fucking house to hear you scream my name when you come.”
She arched her back, pushing her pussy onto my face as she cried out.
My fucking name. Because I wanted to make sure she knew who was pleasuring her.
There was no way in hell I was letting her muffle her satisfaction of being eaten out for the first time. By fucking me. Maybe we were supposed to stay on the first floor, but someone in the attic would have heard her coming.
When she finally slumped on the unforgiving wood, I kissed her pussy gently, then stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My whiskers were coated in her stickiness.
She stared up at me with a wide-eyed, sated expression. Her one tit was out and I was between her parted, whisker burned thighs.
Taking her hand, I pulled her up so we were almost chest to chest.
“You good?” I asked.
She nodded, licked her lips. “More,” she whispered.
I liked that answer a hell of a lot.
“Undo my jeans, cherry. Take out the dick that’s gonna fuck that tight little pussy for the first time.”
I didn’t imagine all virgins were clueless and naive about sex, but I never expected one to be like Francesca. Eager. Right fucking there with me.
Her deft hands made quick work of my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down just enough for my dick to spring free. All nine inches.
Yeah, I wasn’t embarrassed if any of the other fuckers here watched because I knew none of them could measure up. Literally.
“Holy shit.”