Chapter 22 – Ferrin
FERRIN
Chills sweep up my legs and draw my balls up as more blood pumps straight to my cock.
Jesus. Her fucking kisses are my kryptonite.
One hand threads into her hair that’s heavy and clinging to the side of her face.
My other hand holds her firmly in place.
If her body fully presses against mine, that’ll be it.
As it is, it’s taken Herculean effort not to take in every perfect inch and line of her before fucking her blind.
“Kiss me,” she murmurs against my lips, her hands in my hair pressing me harder against her.
I grip her throat and tear her off me so I can press her into the wall.
My grip tightens, and I keep her here, feeling her pulse thrum against my own that’s shooting through my palm.
She drags her lip between her teeth, not in an attempt to be sexy, but because she’s wound up and nervous, and that’s not helping me.
“Knock that off,” I growl. “You’re driving me crazy. I’m not the guy to do this with, princess.”
Her eyes narrow. “Did you know all along? Is that why you called me that?”
“No. You look like a princess to me.”
And she does. Beautiful and delicate and sweet.
Like those elegant desserts we’d have to serve to the money people when they’d come into the orphanage.
We’d be paraded around as charity cases, and they’d give us their sad, pitying eyes while they drank champagne, ate caviar, and indulged in those desserts.
That’s what she is. An untouchable decadence I can never taste. Something forbidden and far too good for me.
“Is this because of my mother? Because if you take my virginity, you can’t swap me for the tiara?”
“Christ.” I laugh. “You were nearly taken tonight. You were having a panic attack. You watched me murder someone in cold blood. Why on earth would you want to kiss me?”
She blinks, her wet lashes like paintbrushes framing her guileless eyes.
“Because you saved me. Twice. Because you told me your real name when I bet you tell it to no one. Because you killed him in cold blood so he wouldn’t take or hurt me, and after you washed his blood out of my hair to stop my panic attack.
Because I need to believe in someone, and you’re the one I want to believe in. ”
Her words hit me sideways, making it difficult to breathe. No one’s ever believed in me. “I’m not a good man.”
“But you are to me. Touch me,” she pleads softly with a quake in her voice, though she’s holding steady. “Show me what it’s like. Teach me how to touch you.”
Motherfucker, this girl will be the death of me in far too many ways. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
She wraps her hand around my cock, feeling it throb and pulse as it grows harder for her. My head bows and my eyes close. Fuck. God.
“Yes, I do.”
My chest rises and falls faster. I need to get out of this shower, and she needs to not be so naked and fuckable, but I can’t move away because I need to touch her.
I can’t think past it. I open my eyes to finally look at her.
Her perky tits won’t even fill up my hands, and her toned, angled stomach and pussy look so soft. She shaves, and it makes me smile.
There is no waxing for this girl. No lasers. No frills or extras.
It makes her even more perfect to me, and before I know what I’m doing or how I got here, I’m on my knees in front of her.
I lick my lips, and on an intake of breath, I taste how she smells.
It’s what I was dying for last night—and how the fuck was that only last night when it feels like a month between then and now? —but it’s better than I imagined.
She’s pink and so pretty, and I look up at her face as I touch her pussy.
She shudders, her lip back between her teeth.
“Spread your legs. Do it,” I urge when she doesn’t move. “I need to see you.”
She’s shaking so hard, only it’s so different from before.
She shifts her stance, but it’s not good enough, and I take her leg under the knee and place it on my shoulder. Her breath catches, and so does mine, because her entrance is there and it’s wet and glistening and her clit is hard and pulsing, and, fuck my life, I have to taste both.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at you?”
“Uh.” She’s flushed so red there’s hardly any pink or pale skin left.
“I’m going to lick you.”
“Lick me?”
I smile at her aghast tone. “You didn’t read that?”
Wildly, she shakes her head.
“It’ll be like what I did to your mouth when I kissed you.”
I pull her thigh toward me, angling her hips away from the wall to open her up more for my inspection.
She’s shaking harder, and I like that. I like that she’s nervous.
I like that I’m the only one to touch her.
To taste her. I won’t be her last—I already know that—but I’ll be her first. I’ll be the one she compares everyone else to.
I’ll make fucking sure of it. I already know, without even tasting or feeling her yet, that that’s how she’ll be for me.
She’s young, and she’ll get where she needs to be, and she’ll move on past the thief she slummed it with once. But it won’t be that way for me. I’ve had other women. It’ll always be her after this.
I start with her entrance, swirling my tongue around it, licking her wetness. I groan into her, my eyes closing because fucking hell, she tastes so goddamn good. She cries out in shock and pleasure as I suck her clit into my mouth, then release it so I can rub my tongue all over her sensitive skin.
“Ferrin!”
My cock surges, and my hunger grows with my name on her lips. A name no other woman has said that way because she’s the only one I’ve ever told it to. I still don’t know why I did other than I couldn’t handle her calling me fucking Rhys anymore.
I dive between her legs, eating her like a starved man. She fists the top of my hair, arching my neck while I nibble and suck and lick. She’s losing her mind. She has no clue what to do with this. Her fingers in her cunt last night were a weak appetizer to what I can give her.
I peek up at her, grinning at her holding herself up by pressing a hand into the wall by the shower lever. At her head that’s tilted back, her eyes that are closed, and her lips that are parted.
“Do you like it?”
She nods, flushing again.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. It um. It feels really good. I didn’t expect it…” She emits a breathy laugh. “It feels really good.”
“Wait till I make you come on my face.”
My tongue swirls a circle around her clit, and I watch her before I dive back into her cunt, gripping her ass cheeks and shoving my face deeper into her. Claiming her as hard as I can. I twist a finger around her entrance before I ease it up, forcing myself not to ram it in.
Virgin. She’s a virgin.
I can feel that with how motherfucking tight she is on just one finger.
“So soft and tight,” I murmur into her. “So hot and wet for me.”
I hold her eyes, letting her watch me as I lick her. Play with her. Flick her firm clit with my tongue. I pump into her, showing her how it’ll be when she’s on my cock before I slide my tongue inside of her along with my finger. She needs to be dripping if she’s going to manage my size.
“Ready for more?” I ask, though I don’t wait for an answer before I add a second finger. She arches against the wall at the intrusion, my fingers a lot thicker than hers, but I suck her clit back into my mouth to ease any burn or sting.
“Oh god!” she moans as I move my fingers up and down, forward and back, scissoring them inside of her, stretching her out, fucking her front wall.
She’s breathing rapidly, her thighs shaking harder, and I pick up my pace. Her hand in my hair fists tighter as my fingers and tongue move faster.
“You’re going to come so much harder than you did last night,” I warn her. “You can feel that. Can’t you?”
She nods vigorously.
I give her clit more attention while fucking my fingers into her until my knuckles slam into her, unable to go any deeper.
She’s wiggling her hips, climbing up onto her toes, and squeezing her thigh around my neck.
She’s losing it. Out of control, and it’s so goddamn hot to see.
Her clit pulses against my lips, and I scrape it with my teeth, adding a zap of pain and seeing if she can take it.
She does. She even moans louder for me.
“This time, I’m going to be the one tasting your cum. Then I’m going to make you my sweet little whore when I fuck the virgin out of you.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I can feel her orgasm building with the way her pussy flutters and clenches around my fingers. This one taste won’t be enough. I’m going to crave more of her. She’ll look at me or do something simple like smile, and I’ll be hard and have to have her.
Giving her up will be impossible, and I haven’t even been inside of her yet.
“Ah. Oh shit. Oh fuck,” she cries, her muscles tightening as her orgasm explodes through her. She grinds her pussy into my face, riding me, as she holds onto my hair and the wall and fucks me as I’m fucking her.
Her face is twisted up in pleasure, and I’ve never—I swear, fucking never—seen anything more beautiful than she is right now. Her pussy grips my fingers, and I dig in on her front wall, pushing her orgasm to the max while I continue to lightly swirl her sensitive clit.
She sags against the wall, her shaky leg barely holding her up.
I give her clit a gentle kiss and set her other leg on the shower floor before I stand.
Her eyes slowly open, smoky and drunk, and I paint her lips with her cum before I slick them into my mouth, then kiss her.
My tongue swirls with hers the way it did in her cunt, and she clings to me, climbing up onto her toes so she can rub her body against mine.
She grabs my cock again, and I wheeze out a ragged breath.
“Too hard?”
“Me or your grip?”
She giggles against my lips, and I smile back, my heart doing something funny in my chest.
“You know how to touch me. I want to know how to touch you.” My little virgin is fearless when she wants something.