Chapter Four
I did not make her wait long.
She was still on the cot, mouth wet, thighs open, looking at me like she was already ready and just waiting for me. I undressed—boots, belt, everything. She watched every piece come off with the same hungry look she’d had before, and when I was bare, she reached out without thinking.
I caught her wrist.
“Not your mouth. I already told you where this goes.”
“Then put it there.”
Christ.
The cot was too small for what I needed.
Narrow, bolted, meant for one man sleeping in his clothes.
I sat on the edge and pulled her into my lap, facing me so I could see her face, and let her feel me against the slick heat I’d already found with my fingers.
She gasped and rolled her hips once, instinctively, leaving me slick with how wet she was.
I reached behind me for my pack.
The condom was in the side pocket where it always was, a habit so old I did not think about it until the foil was already between my fingers. She saw it. Her hand closed over mine before I could tear it.
“Don’t.”
I went still.
“Tessa.”
“I want to feel every bit of it.” Her voice was small only in volume. The look she gave me was not. “You. Not rubber. I didn’t wait this long to have my first time muffled.”
Something in my brain shorted.
“You understand what you’re asking.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to be inside you bare. If I come, it goes in you.”
She nodded, already flushed, already rolling against me like the conversation was taking too long. “I want that. I want to feel you stretch me. I want to feel it when you lose it.” Color climbed higher. She did not look away. “I want you to come inside me.”
I dropped the foil. It hit the grate and stayed there.
“Say that last part again.”
“I want you to come inside me.” A breath. Then, because she had started telling me the truth tonight and did not seem able to stop: “I want you to breed me.”
That was it. That was the lock clicking over. Not my idea first. Hers. A twenty-one-year-old virgin in my lap, stopping my hand so she could take me raw.
“You have no idea what that just did to me.”
“Then show me.”
I kissed her once, hard, then lifted her by the waist. She was so small in my hands it felt obscene. I notched myself against her, the head of my cock parting her with nothing between us, heat to heat, and stopped there so she could feel the size of the problem before I gave it to her.
“Look down.”
She did. The sight of me against her, thick and dark where she was pink and barely opened, made her whimper.
“That’s what you’re taking. Bare. Slow. You burn, you breathe. You don’t clamp down and fight me. You let me stretch you.”
“Okay, Grant. Please.”
I pressed in.
Even with my fingers in her, even with her soaked and shaking, she was brutally tight.
The head of me squeezed through that first ring of muscle, and she cried out, not in protest, in shock, her nails biting my shoulders.
I held her there, only that, and felt her flutter around me like her body could not decide whether to pull me in or push me out.
“Breathe.”
“You’re— God, you’re big.”
“I know. I’ve got you.” I kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the mark I had already put on her throat. “That’s just the start. You’re doing fine.”
She breathed. She nodded. She tried to sink down on her own and only managed another inch before the stretch stopped her, a high sound breaking out of her.
I took over. I held her hips and fed her myself in slow, filthy increments, watching every inch disappear into her, watching her stomach jump, watching her mouth fall open when the burn tipped over into something she wanted more of.
“That’s it. Take it. Let me open you up.”
“It feels like I can’t—”
“You can. You are.” Another inch. Her head dropped to my shoulder. I felt her shake. “Look at how wet you are. Your little pussy’s trying to swallow me. That’s not can’t. That’s new.”
She laughed once, exhausted, then moaned when I gave her more. The cot creaked. Rain hit the glass. I kept going until I was halfway inside her and had to stop, because if I went further all at once, I’d hurt her, and I wanted her undone, not hurt.
“Talk to me.”
“It’s so much.” Her mouth was against my throat. “Don’t stop. — don’t stop.”
I didn’t.
I eased the rest of the way in, slow and patient, stretching her until she was seated on my thighs and I was all the way inside. She made a sound I felt deep in my chest. I stayed there, letting her feel how full she was. My hands held her waist. I could feel her heartbeat around me.
“That’s all of it.”
“Holy shit.”
“Language.” I nipped her ear. “You took it. Good girl.”
She clenched at the praise, an involuntary squeeze that dragged a curse out of me. I gave her a minute. Not kindness. Necessity. If I moved too soon, I was going to come before I fucked her properly, and I had waited through her mouth and her first real orgasm for this.
When she rolled her hips, testing, I took that as the answer.
I lifted her and dropped her back onto me.
She cried out. Loud. The good kind. I did it again, using her in short, rough strokes the cot barely allowed, keeping her full and making her feel the stretch again and again.
She clung to my shoulders, tried to help, but mostly just took it, bouncing in my lap, her chest against mine, my flannel gone, her wetness on my skin.
“That’s your first cock,” I said into her hair, because I wanted it said while I was in her. “That’s the only one you’re getting tonight. You feel how deep I am?”
“Yes— yes—”
“That’s where I’m going to come. Right there. I’m going to fill this tight little pussy until it spills out of you.”
She moaned like the words were a second cock.
I felt her get wetter around me. I gripped her ass and fucked up into her harder, the careful stretching giving way to the thing I had been holding back since she had come on my thigh.
The bunk slammed the wall. She took it. She asked for it without words, mouth open, eyes gone, meeting every thrust as well as a girl this small and this new could meet it.
“Grant, I’m going to— again—”
“Then come. Come on it while I stretch you.”
She did. Violently. She clenched so hard I saw white, vibrating in my lap, crying out against my mouth, her pussy milking me in helpless pulses. I fucked her through it and did not slow down. She sobbed and clung and kept coming in little aftershocks every time I bottomed out.
“Too much—”
“No. You can take it. You are taking it.”
I turned her onto her back for more leverage, even though the cot barely allowed it.
I lifted her knees, folded her as the bunk required, and pushed back into her in one long, wet stroke.
She shouted. I braced myself with one hand by her head and the other on her hip, moving deep and steady, watching her body take everything.
“Look at you. Look at this pretty unused pussy stretched around me. You were going to spend the night on a tower and stay untouched. Instead you’re getting bred on a ranger’s cot.”
“Don’t stop talking. Don’t stop—”
I didn’t stop. I told her how tight she was, how wet, how I could feel every squeeze. I told her I was going to come in her and she’d keep me there after. I told her the road was closed, and she was mine until morning. She took every word, legs shaking, nails in my arms, voice breaking on my name.
The finish came up fast and ugly. I had been holding it since her mouth. I dropped my forehead to hers.
“I’m going to come.”
“In me. Please. In me.”
I slammed into the root, stayed there, and let go.
It ripped through me hard enough that I growled against her mouth.
I moved in short, helpless thrusts, spilling deep, filling her just like I promised, and I didn’t pull back an inch.
She felt it. I made sure she did. I stayed inside and rolled my hips through the last pulses so she could feel every bit.
“That’s it. Take it. That’s mine in you.”
She whimpered, oversensitive, still fluttering around me. I stayed inside her. Softening could wait. I wanted her to feel the stretch and the mess and the claim all at once.
When I could breathe again, I kissed her, slower.
I grabbed the water bottle, made her drink, and pulled my shirt over her because the glass let in the cold.
I didn’t pull out. I shifted us onto our sides on the small bunk, still inside her, one hand sliding down between her legs to where we were joined.
She was soaked, slick with both of us. I kept my hand there, not moving, just letting her feel what I’d left.
“Grant.”
“I know.”
“I can’t take more.”
I kissed her hair. I left my fingers where they were. I was still inside her. The rain had not stopped.
“You already are,” I said. “And you’re going to again.”