Chapter Eighteen

Cliff

I feel like I’ve been punched in the dick. Her green eyes lock on mine, and I see shame there. And anger. And fear.

And truth. She’s telling the truth. I can feel it.

And the things Arlo said are whisked away like clouds on a breeze. None of his shit was true. She’s a motherfucking virgin.

I need to double down on keeping her away from me. And not let her get attached. Because I will not be responsible for breaking a virgin’s heart and ruining her first time.

“Yes,” she says, and I feel my heart sinking in my chest. “I’d love to go out with you.”

And just like that I see my defense mechanism backfiring. Something I’d said as a way to comfort her, to try to give her the contact she’s craving without making it cheap and ugly, goes out the window.

Because now I’m going to be dating her and unable to touch her. A growl leaves my throat. It’s like the torture on my head just fucking increased tenfold, and it’s all my damn fault.

And to make matters worse, she’s staring at me and her nipples are hard. Goose bumps trail down her arms, and I want nothing more than to touch her.

She stands up and offers me her hand. I stare at it a moment, then stand up. I know I’m going to regret this. When I slip my hand in hers, she leads me away toward the bedroom, and I want to drag my feet and stop this from going any further.

She’s a fucking virgin.

In my room, she turns to me. Her arms come around my neck, and I stand, stiff, refusing to move. My hands settle around her hips, ready to push her away. But she feels so good pressed up against me. I can feel her hard nipples pressing to my chest, her soft breasts, her delightful curves.

Her hands come down and press to my chest. Then her hands are under the hem of my shirt, and she pulls it up and over my head. I let it fall to the side, my body struggling for control over my mind.

My hands find her ribs, and my lips touch her neck. She feels so fucking good. She tastes like heaven, smells like rain, and I want her so damn bad I’m not sure I can stop.

To hell with the consequences. She wants this, I want this—where is the harm in it?

With a growl, I grab her shirt and wrench it up over her head. She gasps as I pull her toward me, her arms trapped in the shirt I’m still holding above her head.

Propelling her back, I shove her down on the bed, the primal side of my brain taking over. I need her. I need her now. There’s no going back. With a growl, I pin her arms above her head with her shirt still tangled in her wrists.

She lets out a shocked yelp as my lips close around one of her perfect pretty pink nipples. I suckle it hard, pulling it into my mouth, pressing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

She gasps, pleasure arching her back and sounding off in little mews leaving her lips. My hand finds the heat between her legs, and my fingertips press into the panties.

Finding the little nub, I tease it in circles, enjoying the way her whole body responds. Her back arches higher, her mews become louder, and her breaths come hard and fast.

I release her nipple, and my lips find her neck as I force the words from my lips. “I need to stop, or I won’t,” I say, needing her to know I’m at my limit. I feel her teeth on my shoulder.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, and my fingers slip under the layer of her panties and slide on her moisture.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl, and she whimpers in agreement. My cock is so hard I feel like I’m about to explode.

“For you,” she whispers as if suddenly shy. “Just for you.”
I growl and kiss her lips. Her tongue meets mine, excited, dancing and desperate. I back off and pull her panties off before looking at her for a moment.

Drinking in her beauty, I see her wide hips, her narrow waist, her huge breasts and their pretty pink nipples. Her skin is milky white and beautiful, and freckles grace her, both big ones and small. Arlo’s images failed to capture her beauty.

“What?” she asks, moving as if to cover up. But I grab her shirt and her tangled wrists and pin them over her head again.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her. I’m between her legs. I can feel the heat of her pussy, and my cock pulses painfully in response to her being so close yet so far away with a layer of clothing between us. She feels amazing under me.

She’s soft in all the right places. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her; this consuming desperation is all new for me. Slipping my fingers between her legs, I press my lips to her chin, then to her throat, working my way down toward her breasts again with tiny, agonizing movements.

“Cliff,” she whispers, and I look up at her. Her eyes are wide and excited, scared and lit with passion. My fingertips work circles around her clit, and I feel her belly twitch.

“Dirty girl,” I growl, knowing she’s already racing for the finish line. I love how quickly she seems to get there. I’d noticed it when I’d had my lips on her delicious pussy. She’d galloped over the finish line before I even got to really enjoy the sweet flavor of her.

“Cliff.” Her voice rise an octave, like she’s trying to warn me of something. Without answering this time, I take her nipple in my mouth again. She’s so sweet, so responsive. I want to taste every inch of her, every bit of her sweet body.

“You’re going to come for me,” I say, knowing somewhere deep in the back of my mind that if she’s high on orgasm dopamine she’ll feel less pain. She’ll be more relaxed. She’ll be more able to handle me. Because I don’t want to tear her.

So she needs to be wet, because I don’t think my control is going to be at its peak when faced with the prospect of burying myself in her and relieving this painful erection.

I’ve gone through too long of a dry spell. It’s fucking torture. And she’s been there like an icy oasis mirage taunting a dehydrated man trudging through a desert.

“Cliff!” She’s there, teetering on the edge of oblivion. And I can’t wait to feel her explode. I want to feel the spasms of her pussy, hear the gasping breaths she takes when she comes, smell the sweetly delicate scent of her orgasm.

Every fucking thing about this feels so damn right.

I release her nipple and press my lips to the soft spot under her ear. “Come, love,” I urge her as my fingers work on her slick little button.

“Oh, god!” Her body curves up into me as she comes, her muscles straining against my hold on her. I feel her pulsing on my fingers even though I don’t slide them inside her.

Her belly contracts against me, her back trying to curl her up into a C against my body even as I hold her flat.

“Shhh,” I whisper as her breaths leave in sexy little gasps. I’m not sure if I’m trying to calm her or myself as she twitches, the orgasm ripping though her like a tornado.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpers, her skin hot on mine as I finally release her arms. Her hands fly around my neck and she holds me, finally quieting down from the orgasm.

We both go quiet at a knock on the door.