Parker
No matter how many times I read her text, the words don’t change.
I’m a virgin.
A virgin.
What. The. Fuck.
The woman I’m working to seduce with the ultimate goal to kill is a virgin. Hymen intact, untouched, pure, type virgin. No cock has broken that threshold. Fuck, no wonder she was so skilled at stroking my cock. That’s what she does. Hand jobs.
The evil snare of her cunt isn’t even real, because she has no fucking idea about sex. Jesus.
I stare at the text again, willing the words to change. For this situation not to have just taken a complete nosedive into an abyss that sends me farther into the depths of hell.
Can I take her virginity, knowing I’ll be the only guy she experiences? Yes, because as wrong as it fucking sounds, I don’t want some other dirtbag touching her. She deserves for someone to make her feel good. Not just take. I could do that. I’d give her that until the time it was for Rocco and I to find our revenge.
But even that seems unjustified. Every moment I spend with her, the more I begin to realize, she doesn’t deserve our hate. Our vengeance isn’t warranted, not with her as a pawn.
“You’ve been spinning your cell in your hand for the last hour. What’s goin’ on?”
I pause the incessant spinning of my phone, keeping it upright, held tightly between my thumb and forefinger, Codi’s text still tempting me. I don’t look toward Rocco, I don’t need the judgment, the lack of belief in his eyes. Not right now.
“Started to think we’ve picked the wrong person. Codi doesn’t deserve this shit, man.”
An irritated bark of laughter coughs into the dark space of our loft, and I hear his knuckles crack in frustration. Without glancing in his direction, I can see him. Perfectly. His large, bulging frame quaking with the leashed anger coiled in his veins, hands closing over the other and pushing until the biting crack of his bones echoes through our loft. He’d be shaking his head, disgusted in the words that have just fallen from my mouth.
“She’s good, Rocco. She’s got no clue about the shit her dad does. It doesn’t touch her, never has done. She’s clean. In every sense of the word. Our animosity toward her isn’t warranted.”
His feet move closer, his heavy footsteps thumping loudly against the polished concrete of our home.
“Codi Rein doesn’t need to be deserving of our hate. That’s the point, Parker. She’s not who we’re trying to hurt. Killing her hurts that piece of shit Dominic.”
I throw my cell onto the couch, massaging my eyes with the palms. “I know that. But, why should she have to die because her dad’s an evil motherfucker? It’s not right.”
Rocco’s silence is as heavy as his frame, as consuming as his presence in a room. I’ve pissed him off. Actually, pissed off is an adorable counterpart to what Rocco would be feeling right now. His cyclonic temper would be preparing to wipe me out right at this very moment. But like always, he’ll refrain, never letting me bear even the slightest hint of his fury.
“You think Mom dying was right?”
The pain in his voice stops me and I drop my head. “’Course not. Don’t make it out like that. All I’m sayin’ is, we do this, we kill Codi, we’re no better than him, stripping away the good in the world.”
“I told you not to get caught up in this bitch.”
I finally look at him, scowling at his insult on Codi. “I’m. Not. Fucking. Caught. Up. I’m just sayin’ maybe we just take him out. He orchestrated it. Let’s kill Dominic and be done with it.”
“An eye for an eye, Parker. We want him hurting. We want him livin’ in the pain we have for almost twenty fucking years.”
Just like that my anger spikes again and I know Rocco’s right. Dominic Rein deserves to live in hell. Just as we have. He deserves to have his heart stripped from his body. Just like we did.
Relieved that he can see the anger dancing behind my eyes again, Rocco steps closer, kicking my foot to grab my attention. “What’s goin’ on?”
“She’s a virgin.”
The thick barrel of laughter runs out of Rocco’s mouth and I want to punch him in the face.
“A virgin? Fuck. That’s tough. You’d probably be into that. Too delicate for my tastes.” He shrugs, moving away.
“Take it as a positive sign. This may be your way to redemption. Into the pearly gates of heaven. The sacrificial blood of a virgin.” He laughs again. “Dripped all over your cock.”
“You’re funny. Really fuckin’ funny,” I growl out, but it’s said around a smile. Because it was. Fucking hilarious. His laughter booms through our loft, and I stand, searching for anything to throw at his retreating back.
I throw a cushion, the first thing within reach and miss him by a mile. Shaking his head at my pathetic attempt, he keeps walking. “Pick that up. You know I don’t like shit thrown everywhere.”
I flip him off, throwing myself back on the couch.
PARKER: Did you feel pressured by me? That why you ran?
She begins typing immediately and I groan outwardly at her response.
CODI: No. I wanted it. WANT it. Want you. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.
She honestly has no fucking clue. Zero. My need is now on fucking steroids. Bursting as a result of long-term abuse. Codi Rein has just handed me the greatest fucking gift I could ever want to receive from her. And she thinks it would turn me off.
Good. Fucking. God.
***
I sit on the edge of her bed, watching her chest rise and fall in sleep. Her naked chest. Tits completely bare for my greedy eyes. Seriously not helping the painfully hard cock that’s stuffed within my jeans for weeks now.
She’s not an attractive sleeper, which is a little surprising. Maybe I’ve fallen into the generalist belief that women this good-looking are perfect in every aspect of their lives. It’s almost refreshing, seeing her with flaws. Her arms are stretched wide at her side, mouth anything but delicately agape. More zombielike. She doesn’t snore though. Plus. I guess.
I reach for her cell, discarded on her nightstand, unlocking it. Her last text to me brightens her screen and maybe I feel a little guilt over not replying. She passed out stressing over my lack of reply.
All honesty, much as it turned me on, I wasn’t certain I’d be seeing her again after that initial text came through. Too many complications. This wasn’t what I signed up for. Taking her life is hectic enough. Her virginity as well. Nah. Didn’t sit right. I mean, I wanted it. Fuck, do I want it.
Really, I’m most concerned about myself. I know I’m a self-serving asshole, but taking her virginity, I think it would mean more to me than it should. Knowing no one had touched her prior. Knowing I’d be the first to feel her. The deepest, warmest parts of her body. Giving me that would spike an irrational sense of possession. She’d be mine. In more ways than one. Because in the end, I’d be her first, her only. Most vexatious, those thoughts felt good. More than. They fueled something within me that I definitely shouldn’t feel. Something satisfying. Something that flooded my veins. Something that began to soothe the flames of hate dancing around my heart.
Then she shred the final thread of willpower I was clutching violently to.
No. I wanted it. WANT it. Want you. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.
Pure.
One hundred percent.
She was afraid her untouched state would turn me off, would scare me off.
Jesus. This girl. She might just kill me before I do her. Before I knew it, I was picking the lock of her apartment, creeping into her room and staring at her naked chest.
I’ve never wanted anything more than I do right now. Just to touch her.
Reaching out, I glide my knuckle across the underside of her generous sized tit, watching her nipple harden, even in sleep. She stirs but doesn’t wake. Pulling my hand back, I suck my thumb into my mouth, wetting it before circling it over her stiff nipple. First the right. Then the left.
Her lips smack, rolling together in a moan that’s ardently tender. I do it again. She offers me a similar sound and I adjust my position on her bed, offering my swelling cock room.
Pinching her rigid nipple between my fingers, I flick the peak. Hard. Codi’s back arches, her mouth falling open on a desperate swallow of air. I pause, wanting more and she gives it to me, her hand diving under the sheet haphazardly covering her body. I watch the sheet dance as her hand works her body.
She moans.
She whimpers.
And still, I need more.
Throwing off her sheet, her naked body in complete view, I watch her hand move where I long to. Her fingers rubbing softly over her clit, bringing her the much-needed relief I should be giving her.
Leaning down, I suck a nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling over it heavily. Her breathing stutters, her neck arching on a broken groan.
Watching her through hooded eyes, I pay similar attention to her other nipple, watching as her eyes begin fluttering open.
I bite down as her eyes meet mine, just to see hers close over again.
“Parker.”
Sitting up, I drop my gaze to her hand. She freezes, her arm slowly moving away and I reach out fast to grab it. “Keep going,” I demand, but my voice cracks, the rough whip breaking with how badly I want to see her come. “Keep going,” I repeat, clearing my throat.
She hesitates, her hand no longer pulling away, but still, frozen against the naked skin of her pussy.
Sliding my eyes to hers, her cushy bottom lip caught between her teeth, I watch the uncertainty flicker in her pupils.
“My cock’s been hard for you from the moment I saw you. Your message turned it to granite. I’ve never wanted something, someone” —I correct— “so bad in my life. My need for you went from a solid want to a level of desperate I ain’t ever felt before.”
The uncertainty dies in her eyes as she blinks softly. A moment passes, I couldn’t tell you how long, but our eyes catch and we stay like that, staring at one another, barely breathing.
She moves first. Well, her hand does. Or maybe it’s her thighs. Either way, her legs fall open, gifting me a full view of her cunt and her hand starts its torturously slow movement.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils, rubbing a hand down my face. Bracing a hand on the far side of her hip, I push myself over her body, hovering above her.
“There’ll come a time, you’ll hate me. More than you thought possible. That moment, remember you wanted this as much as I did.”
I look to her eyes then, drawing them away from her hand. She looks puzzled but nods softly in the darkened light of her bedroom.
“I’m gonna eat you now.”
Her body locks rock solid. Her hand pulling from her heat and grabbing onto my arm. “Umm… I … Ah.”
“Never had someone taste your pussy?”
She swallows audibly, her head shaking in quick, vigorous movements.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “That mean you’ve never tasted cock?”
Again, the short, sharp shake of her head.
“Sugar, you might just kill me,” I smile and she giggles.
The bells.
My cock may never forgive me for killing this girl.
Dropping my lips to the soft skin of her stomach, I trail them downward, scattering soft touches all the way down.
My first long stroke of my tongue shoots a spasm through her entire body, her thighs falling open wide. Coming up on her elbows, she watches me, blue eyes almost indigo as a fire of lust burns inside of them.
Keeping her purple flames locked with mine, I stroke upward again. A thick, wet caress of my tongue and she almost chokes on her breath. “Oh. God.” Palms on the delicate skin of her thighs, my thumbs slide down her slit, pushing her open for me, exposing her slick, pink flesh.
Relaxing the force of my tongue, I ghost my touch over her tightly coiled clit. I barely touch it, but she bucks her hips frantically as though I’ve sucked it, hard. Flattening my tongue, I drink her up. Stroking. Teasing. Playing her body into a desperate, sex-starved realization. Lapping along her untouched pussy, I feel crazed by my need to make her feel good. To give her this. Reign the overwhelming feeling of pleasure over her sweet heat.
Codi’s hands fly to her tits, her back hitting the mattress, hips rising to meet the eager caress of my tongue more forcefully. I growl into her throbbing flesh, my cock leaking into my boxers with how fucking hot Codi Rein fucking my face feels. My desirous eyes glue themselves to her hands. On her tits. Her brightly painted fingers tweaking her nipples in perfect timing to my tongue hitting her clit.
I suck her. Push my tongue inside her. I devour every shudder, every heady moan, every stuttered breath. And when she begins pulsing against my greedy mouth, I slide two thick fingers inside her, hooking them in a way to grant me access to her crest. The deep part of her body that’ll bring her to where I need her. Screaming my name and coming; on my hand, all over my mouth. Dripping so heavily with her orgasm to allow my cock a slippery and welcoming entrance.
She comes the way I want her to. Loud and hard. Her entire back lifting off the bed, her ass pushing into the mattress before she falls back down violently.
Her hands fly into her blond hair, pulling at the roots. “Holy.” She breathes. “Crap.”
Coming up on my knees, I watch her eyes flicker open, blazing purple under heavy lids.
Dragging the back of my hand across my chin, I wipe her climax from my skin. She smiles at the move, her body shuddering in post-orgasmic quakes.
“That was good,” she smokes out, the tremulous sound exaggerated by her thick breathing.
I move up, dropping over her body once again. The entire length of me glued to her naked skin. Her legs wrap themselves tightly around my waist, pulling me harder against her in the most non-virginistic way. It’s an unconscious move. Her body wanting, craving more. She hasn’t even been fucked yet and Codi Rein’s body is already showing what she’s capable of. How eager, how insatiable she’ll be.
Arching her neck, she moves her mouth up to meet mine, her tongue slicing out to lick along my lips. Desperately. Messily, and I thrust my hips forward, pushing the thick swell of my jeans against her damp center. Her heat soaks my jeans and I push forward again, harder. Her eyes roll backward, her body bucking against me.
Breaking the drag of her tongue against mine, I come up high on my knees, a hand snaking over my shoulder to pull my shirt from my body.
She groans loudly, her covetous hands moving fast to touch me. To glide hungrily down my naked chest and torso. Her fingertips graze the waist of my jeans, dipping inside to trace the ink disappearing underneath the material.
Reaching into my pocket, I grab out the condoms I stuffed inside before I bailed from my loft in a hurry to get to her.
Presumptuous? Maybe. Do I give a shit? No. I’m fucking ecstatic that I came prepared. As if she has condoms on hand. Imagine getting to this point to have to stop.
Fuck. That.
No. I may be a self-assured prick, but I’m a self-assured prick that’s about to get laid. Who’s about to fuck Codi Rein. To de-virginize her tempting fucking self.
Throwing the wrappers on the bed, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, fast, watching her teeth bite into her bottom lip and her glorious fucking tits heaving with the nervous energy of her breath. Nervous, but damn excited. Her hips subconsciously undulating to bring her in contact with the bulge in my jeans.
I keep her eyes, reaching into my boxers, pulling them down at the same time I pull my cock out. Her breath stutters, her fiery eyes widening.
Swallowing deeply, she stretches her hand out tentatively, brushing a thumb over the cum beading at my head. She circles the wetness around my tip and my eyes roll backward, the timid touch tightening my balls.
“You’re big,” she states, more to herself than to me, but I smile all the same, tensing the muscle to make it jerk against her hand.
She giggles.
The fucking bells.
Pulling her hand back in amused surprise, I grab a condom, handing it to her. Her eyes turn like saucers, “I… uh… I’ve never—”
“Sugar,” I cut her off. “Open it.”
Licking her lips nervously, she nods, reaching out to take it from my hands. Concentrating on the small foiled square, she tears the wrapping, discarding it as she pulls the rubber out.
She glances to my cock, staring angrily at her, then back to me under dark lashes.
“Pinch the top,” I grate out, my hands moving to her lower hips, pulling her farther up my body. “Glide it down.”
She does as I ask, a small furrow of focus in her brow, fat bottom lip caught at the corner with her teeth. My cock jerks instinctively at her touch, her small palm skating down my length, rolling the condom over as she goes.
Fully sheathed, she drops her hand slowly, skimming her fingertips on the underside of my balls as she does.
“This ain’t gonna feel the best for you, Sugar.”
She blinks, looks up at me for a quiet moment before offering a quick nod.
“Gonna feel fuckin’ phenomenal for me,” I smirk and she coughs out a small laugh. “Be as gentle as I can be. Make it feel as good as I can.”
She raises her hips again, silently begging for me to go for it and I give myself a breath to look at her, to take in this moment.
Codi, sprawled naked below me, legs draped around my waist, dripping cunt trembling with the need for my dick. I ain’t ever seen anything more perfect. Something so fucking tempting. So severely mine. No one has ever seen her this way. No one except me ever will. That spikes something heavy inside of me. Something dark. Something twisted. Something so fucking happy, I don’t ever remember feeling this good.
Grabbing hold of my base, I yank her up toward me, bending over to tease my head over her clit, earning me a desperate whimper, a body shudder, and her delicious pink nipples to harden. I repeat the action and am gifted a response not at all different.
“Parker,” she begs, the sound a tortured breath of need and want.
Pushing my head inside her slick, snug opening, I growl. Loudly. Inching forward, her constricting heat suffocates my cock in the most excruciatingly satisfying way and I groan out something to that effect, the sound drawn straight from the rough edge in my throat.
A pained gasp breaks from Codi’s mouth and I glance up from where my body is entering hers to meet her eyes. They’re closed tightly, her teeth biting her bottom lip painfully. So hard, she’s probably tasting blood. Using a thumb, I pull her lip from the sharp bite of her teeth and her eyes fly open.
“Breathe, baby.”
She lets out a stuttered breath, lifting her hips up, ever-so-slightly and I grab hold of her hand. She squeezes tight, nodding her reassurance and I push forward again, feeling the resistance of her virginity pushing back. Clenching my hand in hers, I power forward, breaking through on a loud and tortured groan. Codi’s face is twisted in pain, a soft agonized whimper pushing from her lips. She blinks, her mouth opening wide as she breathes through the ache.
Fully sheathed, my eyes attempt to roll back into my skull. The squeezing of her virgin pussy suffocating the entire length of my dick. Jesus. Virgins, who would’a thought. Fucking heaven.
“Gotta move, baby.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she forces out, her hips arching backward, away from mine, pushing into the mattress, working to find relief from the incessant pain throbbing inside her.
“Sugar, don’t pull away from me,” I coax, sliding out of her body tortuously slow. She strangles me the entire way, her muscles contracting with every inch I pull from her. I drive in faster, not hard, not powerfully, just an accelerated momentum of my hips to hit deep inside her.
I grind against her, stretching her, my pelvis connected tightly to hers. The insignificant movement stimulates her clit and she shudders at the gratifying roll of pleasure at the same time she winces against the pain of her body widening for me.
I pull back again, much as I did before. Slowly. Relishing in the way she chokes my dick.
“Could get used to this,” I grit out, watching myself drag from her body. She tightens her fingers around mine in response and I look back at her face, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.
She offers me a small grin, her lips falling apart on a muted gasp as I drive forward. I roll my hips, mixing with my thrusts, stretching her to accommodate my size. The pain of my initial intrusion subsides and her body begins arching upward, meeting mine on every forward movement. She moans on every gyration of my pelvis. She whimpers on each draw back of my dick.
Leaning down, I suck a perfectly pink nipple into my mouth, circling my tongue over the hard point.
She likes that.
Really fuckin’ likes it, her back bowing to push her tits farther into my face.
I like that. Really fuckin’ like it, so I do it again.
“Parker,” she moans and I groan in response.
“Baby,” I growl, moving my mouth to hers and she doesn’t hesitate to draw me into a kiss.
Our bodies move in sync. Pull. Push. Roll. Arc.
It’s like heaven. Better than. Like Eros and Aphrodite themselves kissed me on the end of my dick, enveloping me their power, in their desire.
Fuck. Sex ain’t ever felt this good.
“Gonna come,” I ground into her mouth and she cries out softly, her hand tightening in mine, her kiss deepening.
I should be embarrassed by how quick I’ve come. But, I’m too blissed out to think too hard about it. That and she ain’t got anything to compare it to, next time’ll be better for her, longer, more satisfying.
One final thrust and I push forcefully into her, making her gasp in pain, but I’m too far gone to care. My cock pulses, once, twice, three times, emptying into the condom covering me. Only regret I have in that single moment is that I’m not blowing into her bare, not filling her with hot spurts of cum, to have it fall from deep within her body tomorrow, reminding her I was here.
Moving my mouth to her neck, I kiss the soft skin. I pepper kisses down to her collarbone, tasting the dampened column of her neck.
Pulling back, I scan her eyes, working to read how she’s feeling and she smiles softly at me, a whole lotta emotion shining in her face.
“Hiya, handsome.”
I drop my face down to kiss her lips. “Okay, Sugar?”
She nods, leaning up to kiss my lips. “Little sore but feeling good. Really good,” she corrects.
I touch my lips to her one more time before pulling myself from her body. Lips opened, she grimaces almost silently and I groan. It’s simultaneous and such starkly different sounds, we both laugh. Our eyes connect. It’s intimate. Almost too much, but it feels strangely fitting. It’s evident enough that in that moment, something between us shifts and I swallow deeply against the unfamiliar feeling.
Breaking the moment, I cough to clear my throat. Standing, I move into her bathroom, discarding the condom in the trash and turning on her shower. Wandering back into her room, she looks up, her legs now closed and bent at the knees. She’s every man’s wet dream. Coy, a little unsure, but still hot-as-sin. Reaching the side of her bed, I lean down, scooping her into my arms without speaking. She startles slightly, a small surprised yelp falling from her lips unintentionally. Winking down at her, I turn, walking her back into the bathroom, not stopping until we’ve entered the spray of warm from her shower.
As much as I hate to, I place her gently back on her feet, palm to her chest as I nudge her backward into the cascade of water. Codi pulls me with her and I go willingly. She kisses my mouth, my chest, then looks up at me through wet lashes.
“Just so you know, really glad I shared that with you.”
I open my mouth to speak, but she lifts a finger to my lips, shaking her head. “You don’t need to say anything back. I just wanted you to know.”
She turns without another word, tipping her head back into the spray. The back of her head meets my chest and I lean down to kiss her neck, feeling a dangerous sense of connection in that moment. Feeling something so far away from hate or animosity, it should make me nervous. Instead, I shut my brain down. I push away anything beyond the feeling of satisfaction, of happiness I feel in that moment and wind my arms around her waist.
“Glad you shared it with me too, Sugar.”