Vexed (3 page)

“That’s it, little one. Relax, I got you.” Her body melts into mine as I keep stroking and teasing her. Working her up until her hips jerk and chase my hand.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

“Yeah. That feel good?”

“Y..yes.”

Inside I’m flippin’ out, but outside, I’m taking things nice and slow. My patience is rewarded a few minutes later when she comes, gasping and quivering on my hand.

“Beautiful.”

Her big eyes flutter open and stare up at me. “Wow.”

Wow
is fuckin’ right and I think it’s the first time I’ve ever used that word.

“Leave those panties on and get up in my bed.”

She’s too nervous to be seductive about it, and it’s hotter than fuck the way she tiptoes to my bed and carefully sits on the edge.

As I stalk over to her, I catch her bottom lip trembling again.

Even though I’m a first class bastard, I have to stop and ask, “You sure you want this, Athena?”

“Yes. I really, really do.”

She reaches out, and grabs my belt. Perfect, white teeth sink into her bottom lip while she works my jeans open.

“Lie back.” There’s a good chance if she keeps undressing me in her nervous, awkward way, I’ll explode right in her face. And that’s not how I want her first time to go down. I probably look ridiculous shedding clothes as fast as possible, but I don’t give a fuck.

She scoots into the middle of the bed, still watching every move I make. In seconds, I’m climbing in after her, parting her legs and crawling up her body to bury my face against her pussy. She smells and tastes like water after crawling through the desert. Soft moans drag from her throat and she arches her back, shoving her cunt in my face.

“Want me to lick you?”

“Uh...if you want to?” She sits up and this time the fear in her eyes doesn’t excite me.

“Don’t worry, little one, I plan to put my mouth on every single part of you tonight.”

“Oh,” she whispers.

Tonight. Not now. I’d love to spend some time getting her off with my mouth, but I don’t think I can wait much longer. We’ve got all night. And tomorrow and the next day. Because fuck if I’m ever letting her out of my sight. No fucking way.

I kiss my way up her body until we’re nose to nose. She’s unbelievably pretty up close. My dick likes her too, because he’s pushing up against her lace-covered pussy like one pushy bastard. Fuck if she’s not grinding against it trying to find release. I take a second, which my cock’s not thrilled about, to run my thumbs over her cheeks. “You okay?”

Her hands grip my biceps, sliding to my shoulders and over my back. Every stroke of her fingers against me burns like a lick of fire. “Yes,” she finally answers.

Almost forgot. I reach over and drag a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on. “You know it’s probably gonna hurt the first time?”

She scrunches up her nose. “Yeah.” Her lush mouth curls up in a teasing smile. “Would you please fuck me already?”

A growl rips out of my throat, and I take her sassy mouth in a fierce kiss. My hand skims the length of her body and shoves her panties to the side. She breaks our kiss, blinking up at me. “Do you want me to take them off?”

“No. I’m going to keep them as a fuckin’ trophy.”

She blinks.

I’m not kidding.

My cock lines up and I sink into her slowly. The tip of my dick’s barely inside and already she’s tense, making it impossible to make any more progress. My lips find her forehead. “Relax, Shortcake. I’m trying to be gentle.”

A tight smile plays over her lips. “I know.”

Christ, I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe. Even if I have to fight my way in. I hold her gaze the entire time. Watch the pain flicker over her face. Underneath me she sighs and wriggles, spreading her legs wider.

“Good girl. Spread those legs and take me,” I whisper.

A few more strokes and I’m balls-deep. I have to take a second and catch my breath. So motherfuckin’ tight. I’m struggling to suck in air and not shoot my load at the same time.

“Oh. Oh, Reed.”

I can’t stop myself from checking out where my cock’s buried in her pussy. I slide back and stare at the smear of blood on the condom. Fuck. It might be sick, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My thumbs brush over her cheeks and I stare into her eyes again. “You okay?”

“Yes. It’s starting to… It feels better.”

I thrust back in, even though her pussy’s got me in a death grip. Her eyes roll back in her head and she turns her face to the side. My lips find her neck, biting and kissing a path to her mouth as I keep fucking her slow and steady. Not coming is a struggle I don’t mind. When I look into her eyes again they’re shiny.

“You want me to stop?” Christ, I hope she says no, because I don’t think I could stop if my life depended on it.

“No. Harder. More. Please.”

The look on her face is saying anything
but
harder. But it’s what she asked for, so I give it to her. She grunts and takes it. “Let me in, baby. I know how bad you want it, just relax and let me in.”

Finally she loosens up a little and a few strokes later she seems happier. Her hips jerk up and her moans grow louder.

“That’s it. Good girl. You gonna come with my cock buried in you?”

“I don’t know. I want something. I…I…”

She trails off, because I bend down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and one of my hands reaches between us to stroke her clit. She tightens and thrashes under me. “Fuck, Reed! Right there.”

Thank fuck, now I can plow into her. She keeps yelling, and I fuck her like she’s the last fuck I’ll ever have, grabbing her hips and slamming myself inside her over and over until her pussy clenches around my dick.

She’s flushed and sweaty, tears rolling down her cheeks, but it’s the smile on her face that makes me lose it.

Maybe I’m lightheaded from the load I just poured into the condom, but the emptiness I usually carry in my chest is gone. Replaced by this girl. Strangely, I want the feeling to last.

That was
so
worth waiting for.

I’m
so
glad I never did it with Bobby.

Both are probably inappropriate thoughts with Romeo still inside me, but I can’t help it.

He brushes the hair off my forehead—a sweetly tender gesture made even sweeter when he presses his lips there. “Are you okay?” he asks.

The hot, demanding, growly biker I’ve known for a few weeks, who soaked my panties every time I got within ten feet of him? Turns out he’s hard on the outside but sweet and gentle on the inside.
This
guy makes my heart want to jump out of my chest and into his hands.

And that’s not what I want out of this.

I’m not stupid. There’s no way this ends in some fairy tale where the hard, older biker, and the young, virgin ride off into the sunset together. We’re not making babies—
gross
—nor are we going to play house together—
double yuck
. It may have worked out that way for my best friend, Karina. The kind of lightning she and Dante have won’t strike this clubhouse twice.

Not a problem. I don’t want that anyway. I’m leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow. No man—no matter how hot he is, no matter that he just took my virginity and is staring down at me in a way that says he’s got no intention of letting me leave his bed, is going to stop me.

At least he’s given me some very pleasant memories to take with me to California.

“Athena, did I hurt you?”

I wriggle a bit and take a deep breath—or try to. “No. But you’re crushing me a little.”

He chuckles and rolls to the side. “Be right back.”

When he returns, he’s naked and I’m torn between trying not to stare and trying to count the ridges of his abs. The sheet I’d pulled up to my chin is ripped away by his free hand as he settles on the edge of the bed. Without asking or hesitating, he parts my legs and wipes me down gently with a warm washcloth.

I’m too mortified at the intimate, matter-of-fact way he performs the simple act to move or speak.

“You’re the prettiest shade of red right now,” he says in a low, gravely voice that makes my insides shiver.

I dare to glance up and find him staring at my face. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he takes the washcloth back into the bathroom. When he returns, he yanks the sheet I had burrowed back under off me again. “Stop trying to hide yourself from me,” he growls, climbing on top of me. He settles himself over me, his weight barely brushing against my body. Hands. Where should I put my hands?

His arms. The rolling muscles of his biceps, the colorful ink decorating every inch of skin. Good Lord, he’s my own personal arm porn. My hands brush against him, then squeeze, marveling at how hard he is.

“Christ girl, you keep staring at my arms that way, and I’m gonna have to fuck you again. Not sure you can handle it.”

“I can handle you,” I whisper, even though I’m not quite sure that’s true.

He drops his head, pressing his lips to mine. I’ve never been kissed by a
man.
Only boys my own age and they clearly didn’t know what they were doing. Kissing Romeo is better than almost going all the way with Bobby.

His bristly five-o-clock shadow rasps against my skin. I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to kiss Romeo since the day we met. Now I know. It’s as if he’s conquering me, permanently ruining my mind, soul, and mouth for any other man. I try kissing him back, but I’m lost in the way his tongue caresses mine, the way his stubble scrapes against my skin, his erection digging into my thigh. I let my legs fall open, inviting him in once again.

When he finally pulls back, he’s breathing hard. Dark eyes stare back at me, burning with need.

“You sure you can take me again?” he asks, glancing down at his rapidly growing erection.

“Wow,” I mutter.

“I like that,” he says as he presses his lips to mine again. He keeps kissing me, invading my mouth and thoughts. I’m swirling so deep, I barely register the shift of his body or the ripping of a wrapper. I do notice the nudge of his cock against my entrance again, so I spread my legs wider and lift my hips, letting him slide right in. He groans into my mouth and I swallow down the beautiful sound of making this man lose control.

We’re both breathing hard when we part. “I gotta see you, baby.” It’s the only warning I get before he rolls us to the side. Somehow his cock slips free, but he settles me on top of him. “Lift up.”

Confused, it takes a second to figure out what he wants. I rise up on my knees, and he settles one hand on my shoulder, keeping me where he wants. His other hand fists his cock, holding himself steady so I can sink down.

“Oh my God,” I gasp and try to raise myself, but his hand on my shoulder keeps me in place.

“Take it for me, Athena. You can do it.”

“Oh.
Ow
. Oh.”

He chuckles at the silly sounds that keep popping out of my mouth. Once I’ve got the hang of it, he cups my hips and urges me up and down. My head falls back and my eyes close. His hands slide up my rib cage, stopping below my breasts and I realize how exposed I am up here. My head snaps up, eyes open. I cross my arms over my chest, slowing my movements. Romeo’s forehead slashes into a frown.

“What’re you doing?”

“I don’t…I’m all flat compared to—”

He smacks my hands away. “What’d I tell you? Don’t fuckin’ hide yourself from me.” His hands roughly close over my breasts, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. “These are fuckin’ beautiful. Fit my hands just right. Knock your shit off and ride my dick.”

I’m not used to so many crude commands. Hell, I’m not used to any of this. My brain might be insulted, but my body loves it. Heat races over my skin and my pussy throbs with pleasure.

“That’s better,” he growls, dragging his hands away from my tits and back to my hips.

“Reed…oh…Reed.”

“That’s it.”

“Oh my…oh shit. So good.”

He groans in agreement and when I glance down, his eyes are screwed shut. “Are you okay?” Crap. Am I hurting him? Doing it too hard?

“I’m trying not to blow until you come, sweetheart.”

Oh.
Oh
. “I…I,” I stutter, close to something happening.

He lifts me off him, tossing me to the side. “Reed!”

“Hands and knees. Don’t fuck around.”

I’m mortified. Especially when he grabs my hips, yanking me into the position he wants, leaving me so exposed. Then I’m gasping in pleasure as he pushes back inside. “Am I hurting you?”

It’s
different
. But it doesn’t hurt. “No.”

The first few strokes are gentle and feel amazing. He zaps nerves I didn’t know I had to life. After he lets me get used to the new position, he moves faster. Harder. Deep strokes until he’s pounding into me so hard, I can’t keep myself up. “Ow.”

“Too much?”

“Yes.”

He grunts and pulls out. Grabs me and flips me onto my back, and before I know what’s happening, he’s back inside. We both groan as he pushes in as deep as he can, then slowly swivels his hips grinding himself into my clit.

“Oh, Romeo, Reed, right there. That’s…” My words evaporate as my muscles finally spasm around him.

“Fuck, Athena.” He grinds into me harder. Relentlessly. Until he thrusts once more and comes with a satisfied, growly noise that makes me feel like an A-list porn star.