Good Girl #2
The older man knew exactly where to touch me and where to kiss to make me forget I was practically naked. His lips tasted wherever they moved. Nibbling and biting. Sucking and licking. There wasn’t a place he didn’t touch or kiss, and I struggled to keep up with my head fuzzy and warm.
“Open your legs.”
And I did.
Phillip sunk his hips between my open thighs and pulled my body flush against his. A low rumble echoed in his chest when my hips experimentally moved against his, feeling out the Austrian’s weight and shape, and then his hungry mouth devoured mine with an urgency I barely kept up with.
It was both excruciatingly slow and unbearably fast.
His hands were gentle as they removed my underwear.
Phillip kissed his way from my neck down, paying special attention to my breasts and stomach before dropping between my thighs.
Alcohol dulled the mortification I’d likely feel, and I just watched with wide eyes as he bent down and tasted me with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.
Everything up to that moment didn’t compare to the pleasure he gave me with his mouth.
My arm shot out, fingers sinking into his silky locks, and I struggled to stay rooted to reality as a warm tension collected in my hips. I fought to live in the pleasure and bliss as long as I could. But it was pointless. Phillip was so damn good I didn’t even last five minutes.
The hard crash hit only a few minutes later, and the sounds that fled my throat were pure surprise and confusion. Shuddering, I rode out the euphoric wave and blinked away white spots in my vision.
Phillip kissed my inner thigh and rose to his knees, the tent in his boxer-briefs more pronounced now that the lustful haze no longer affected me. He eyed the bedside dresser thoughtfully, then reached over.
Removing a little tube of lubricant and a string of condoms, Phillip regarded me for a silent moment. The older Hunter licked his lips while his chest rose and fell with effort. “I’m going to get you ready, unless you want to end things here.”
Ready?
“Worried you can’t perform?”
His heated stare landed on me. “If you couldn’t already tell, I’m plenty ready to fuck you until morning.” Beaming eyes still on me, Phillip opened my legs wider and put lubricated fingers between them. “You tasted exactly how I thought you would. Delicious.”
My head slammed back into the bed when he entered me with his fingers. No stranger to pain, it didn’t hurt as much as it was just uncomfortably weird. But his kiss distracted me while his fingers slid in and out, stretching me.
I hadn’t expected him to live up to his promise.
He was unbearably thorough. He spent over half an hour getting me ready for him, and then he slid a condom over his straining length—one that was far larger than most I’d been told about.
Then he penetrated me without much warning other than a softly whispered, “Ready?”
The events that followed were disjointed and confused. All I could do was cling to him, not sure if it was pleasurable or just outright weird.
The Austrian took his time, slowly working me open, then Phil picked up the pace. His urgency caused a familiar tension to build in my waist. Discomfort faded and pleasure quickly replaced it, and soon we were moving in perfect sync. Soon, I moaned and groaned with every thrust of his hips.
The power he put into each forward push nearly sent me into the headboard, and I flattened my hands on it to keep my head from going into the wood frame. The other Hunter noticed and quickly lifted me, sitting me on him and thrusting upwards.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped in surprise, the position much deeper than the first. Suddenly scared by the pleasure and feeling, I wrapped my arms around him. “Wait…”
Phillip devoured my lips, lifting me around the waist. “Move with me. Don’t stop.”
I yielded to his words and gyrated my hips, and the pressure of another orgasm collected in my waist. Without warning, I was taken over the edge again and threw my head back into a soundless cry. Phillip smothered his own groan into my neck and plowed into me several more times before stiffening.
Fucking amazing.
Everything from the waist down was pleasantly numb, and I breathed through the remnants of overpowering pleasure, enslaved to the brand-new feeling.
Phillip brushed back wet hair. “You doing okay?”
I swallowed to moisten my dry throat. “Depends on what you mean by okay,” I joked breathlessly.
Post-orgasm, I didn’t know whether to get off of him or stay where I was. It didn’t occur to me to ponder what I’d do after I had sex for the first time. Usually, sex was with someone you were dating, and generally people cuddled afterwards.
I wasn’t exactly sure what two people who weren’t dating did after it was finished.
“I should shower,” I whispered, trying to slyly get off of his lap.
Phillip didn’t let me get far. “The serum is still affecting you. I’ll help.” I went to protest, but a finger on my lips silenced me. “It’s better if you just let me have my way this once.”
“Fine.”
His boyish smile restarted my pulse, which had only just settled down after losing my virginity to the last man I ever thought I’d give it to.
“Good girl.”
I couldn’t even explain why the affectionate, somewhat misogynistic way of calling out to me pleased me, but it did. And really, my head was a mess. Not the mess I thought it would be, though.
I wanted to keep going. I wanted more. Once wasn’t going to satisfy me, and I wasn’t brave enough to ask for another round. Not even under the influence of alcohol.
It was the last thing I thought I’d struggle with as Phillip carried me to the bathroom and got the shower ready for us.