Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
He gave me a taunting smile, as if he thought I might not do it.
Reaching for the top of the fabric, I pulled them down, and although I had seen it already, I had looked away quickly.
This time, it was right there. In front of my face.
And my memory had not been an exaggeration.
The thick head was red and swollen while veins stood out along the rest of it.
But that wasn’t what I was focused on. The barbells I’d glimpsed before had my complete attention now.
A dampness formed in my panties, and again, my inexperienced vagina had no idea what this would mean for her. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I cared anymore either. I wrapped my fingers around it, and my thumb brushed over the end of one of the silver balls from his piercings.
He hissed, and my gaze shot up to his face.
“I’m sorry. Does that hurt?” I asked, horrified.
A deep chuckle came from him as he shook his head. “No, it feels real fucking good. The sight of your hand around it …” He stopped and just grinned. “Put it between your big titties for me. I want to see that. Fuck knows I’ve imagined it enough.”
Not the first time I’d had a guy ask me to do this, but it was the first time the request made my clit pulse.
Jesus, this man was lethal. While sitting on the bed, I straightened, and he stepped closer.
This time, his hand covered mine. We both held his hard length as he ran the head over one nipple, then the other.
“Mmm,” he said before letting go and cupping both my breasts in his hands.
I leaned in and directed his length between my breasts while he pressed them together, cradling it.
“Goddamn, that’s the prettiest fucking sight,” he said.
My eyes shot up to his to see him looking at me.
“It’s like titty-fucking an angel.” His eyes went back to where we were connected, and he began to move between them. “An angel with big, beautiful tits.”
A small laugh escaped me.
“Yeah, keep blushing like that. You’ll have me unloading all over your face, sweet girl. Be careful.”
That should be a threat. But the image of it inspired the wickedness in my soul I hadn’t known existed.
“Oh fuck,” he swore and stepped back. “You can’t look hungry for it. Not yet. There’s too much I want to do to your hot little body first.”
He discarded his jeans and boxers with ease, then stepped toward me again.
With a press to my bare shoulder, he pushed me back onto the mattress, then went down to his knees and untied my tennis shoes.
He had them off me, along with my socks, in seconds before he moved to my jeans and began unfastening them.
I lay there, unable to take my eyes off the sight of his perfect, sculpted, tattooed form hovering over me, undressing me.
My jeans were tossed aside, but I realized he still had the pink panties I’d been wearing.
He held them up and ran a finger over the damp crotch, and then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Holy shit. I started to press my thighs together again, needing some relief from what he was doing to me.
But his hand darted out, and he jerked my right knee, opening me up to his sight.
“Oh, no,” he said. “I’ve never smelled a pussy like that. I need to taste it.”
I stilled. For the first time since he’d started the debauchery that I was reveling in, I felt uncertain.
What was wrong with it? What did he mean? Why did it smell different?
“You got tense on me, baby,” he said, lowering his head toward my open legs, which he was holding with both hands now, leaving me completely exposed.
“What …” I asked, hesitating. “What’s wrong with the way I, uh, smell?” There, I’d asked.
He paused, and his gaze darted from my vagina to my face. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong.”
I swallowed and blurted out the rest. “You said you’d never smelled one like it before.” And I was more than positive he’d smelled a lot of them.
“Pussies either smell musky from arousal or perfumy, like the woman has put something down there to make it smell better. Yours is … it’s like tropical. I don’t know how to explain it, but I want to fucking bury my face in it.”
I blinked. The area that he was referring to was currently pulsing with its own need. He dropped his gaze back to it and slid a hand up the inside of my thigh until the tip of his middle finger ran along my slit.
“So pink and wet,” he murmured. “Needy little pussy.”
I was panting. The sound of my own breathing was loud in my ears.
I might be a virgin but I’d done things with men, however one had never been so up close and spent so much time down there.
The quick intakes of breaths stopped the second his tongue ran from where he had been touching me all the way to my clit.
“AH!” I cried out as my hips bucked, lifting from the bed.
He pressed his face further in, and his actions became a hungry lapping as he gripped my inner thighs, holding them back.
Cries of pleasure came from me as I watched his head.
I’d never had this. Guys had licked it a few times, then wanted a blow job, but none had treated it like a meal they were ravenous for.
I was already close to a climax. Reaching down, I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me, rocking my hips against his talented mouth.
“Oh God! Forge,” I moaned.
He became more frantic, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure and on the verge of an orgasm.
A growl vibrated against my clit, and the world exploded into bliss.
The pulsing delirium took over my body, and I pulled at his hair, shouting his name over and over.
I’d been giving myself orgasms for years, but this was the first time someone else had given me one. Holy shit. They didn’t compare.
Trying to float back to earth, I tried to catch my breath, but Forge was still down there, and he wasn’t allowing it. Wide, muscular shoulders flexed as he moved in closer, licking up over my bare mound now.
His eyes shot up to meet mine. “Tart and sweet. Jesus, baby, that’s addictive,” he told me in a raspy voice. “Never tasted one like that.”
Although I didn’t want to be reminded of the other vaginas he’d had his mouth on, I did feel a burst of warmth, knowing he liked it. He’d called it addictive.
His tongue slid from the top down, almost touching my still-aching bud.
“Fuck, I need inside you,” he said in a desperate tone, and instantly, he was on top of me.
One arm beside my head, he held himself over me. I stared up at him, wanting more. To get as close to him as I possibly could, but the reminder that I was a virgin and he had a monster-sized penis was hindering that high.
The head pressed at my opening, and my entire body tensed up. The fear of pain now rearing its ugly head. Not just any pain, but the thought that he might actually damage me if he tried to get it inside. I was pretty sure mine was smaller than most due to the tampon thing.
When the first stretch came as he pressed it inside just slightly, I cried out, grabbing his arms, my nails biting into his biceps.
His entire body stilled, and I could feel his eyes on me even with mine closed. I was ruining the best night of my life. Because I had saved myself for a man who didn’t want me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to face this.
The veins on Forge’s neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tight. As if he was in pain.
“You won’t …” I started, then winced. God, why did this have to be this way? WHY?! The one time I felt like this about a guy, and this happened. “You won’t fit.”
His eyes narrowed. “I could tell you were tight when I buried my tongue inside you,” he said gruffly. “But this …”
When he didn’t say more, I knew I had to be honest. As humiliating as it was.
I looked to the side, stared at the wall and blurted the awful truth, “I’m a virgin.”
He blew out a breath. “How the fuck?”
I wanted to laugh. Not from humor, but my own stupidity. I’d thought this was a moment I wanted with Calvin. Little had I known that this man would walk into my life and change everything.
Forge grabbed my chin between his finger and thumb and turned my head so that I had to meet his gaze. “How, Elsie? You’re gorgeous, smart, fun to be around, and your tits are porn-worthy. How has no man …” He paused, and his nostrils flared.
“They’ve tried,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “I just … I wasn’t ready. It wasn’t the one.”
“The one?” he asked as his brows drew together.
I nodded. “I wanted it to be right. I didn’t … it was silly.” Closing my eyes, I sighed.
I’d ruined it all. How was I going to get over this?
Forge’s thumb brushed my bottom lip, but I didn’t open my eyes. Looking at him right now was too much. Tears were threatening to fall, and I didn’t trust myself.
His warm breath heated my cheek, and my eyes flew open.
“It would fit,” he said against my ear. “But I’m not the one, and I don’t want to do anything to you that you’ll regret.
” He shifted, and the hard length lying against me was no longer probing to get inside.
“I’ll make you feel good again and coat my cock with your sweet scent so I can go to bed, smelling you under my sheets. ”
I shivered, my body once again stirring to life. He had a way with words.
He pressed down and slid between the slickness of my folds. Oh. Oh, that was nice. I watched as the muscles on his arm bulged and moved with him as he held himself over me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said as he slowly moved. “I could eat your,” he paused and winked. “innocent pussy again. Let you come all over my tongue.”
Oh God. No. Yes. I mean, I wanted that again, but this was more intimate. He was close to me. Our bodies molded together. His hard pecs brushing against my nipples.
“This,” I breathed. “I like this.”
He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder and inhaled as he rocked harder against me. “Sweet virgin cunt, gushing all over my cock,” he breathed. “Wanting to be fucked but too damn precious.”
Holy crap. I grabbed on to his arms. The flex beneath my touch.
The scent of spice, leather. Forge was filling my senses.
I had never been this close to anyone. Not like this.
I didn’t want it to stop. With him here, encasing my body with his, the pain and horror that haunted me, was far away.
Locked up where it couldn’t reach me. Right now, it was just the pleasure, the safety of him.
“Oh,” I gasped, opening my legs wider and moving with him.
The thick head brushed against my clit, and I let out a loud moan. The metal from his piercing teased me, taunting me with its presence.
“You like that?” he asked heatedly, then thrust the swollen head against the sensitive nub again.
“Yes.” My voice cracked. I was so close.
I could hear the sounds of our connection. The wetness making noises as he pumped against me. It was erotic and intoxicating.
“Forge,” I said as the intensity reached its peak.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Come all over my cock like a good girl,” he said, running his fingers over my breasts. “My own little angel, letting me kiss her innocent pussy.”
My eyes flew to his, and he squeezed my breast in his hand, then began to move harder. The metal digging into me should hurt, but it was thrilling.
“You’re gonna have to spread those legs and let me eat it when I ask. I’ve had a taste. I’m gonna want more. Will you do that for me, angel? Sit on my face when I’m craving it?”
His naughty words sent me spiraling. Ecstasy enraptured me, and I held on to him as my body convulsed.
“FUCK YEAH!” he shouted, holding me to him as a warmth began to pulse from his erection, coating our stomachs as we continued rubbing against each other.
Knowing his cum was on me only prolonged my orgasm.
The moment the high finally began to fade, I realized Forge had rolled to his side and taken me with him. I was wrapped in his arms. His breathing was heavy and fast. The beating of his heart was beneath my ear.
Content and safe, I drifted into the darkness, not scared of the nightmares. With Forge holding me, I believed nothing could get me. Not even in my dreams.