“You don’t have—”
“I want to. I’ve just never—”
“Don’t say that.” If she talks about me being her first for anything, I’m going to come right here in my shorts with her as my witness.
Her mind is racing with a million replies. They all flash in her eyes.
I want—no, need—to know her history. I don’t want to fuck this up. “I don’t want to hurt you.” That’s the God’s honest truth.
“Then take out the monster growling in your shorts.” She edges back, licking her lips.
The cocky bastard bobs against its confinement, dying to be set free.
“You sure?”
This is not a good idea.
It’s an amazing idea, Cocky argues.
She nods. “Don’t stroke it or tell me to…” she trails off.
There’s damage there. Anguish flickers across her face.
“Kitten. We don’t have to do anything.”
“Please, Cam. I need this. I need to know I can. I want you. You don’t scare me. Not in the way…” she trails off again.
I’m a bastard. I’m going to hell.
I cup the back of her neck, pulling her down, garnering her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I need to be sure she hears that. “Tell me what you need.”
“Take off your shorts. Let me touch you.” She bites her lip. She’s unsure.
“And?”
“Don’t tell me what to do unless I ask.”
“No commands. Got it.” I hate her father more than ever. The fact that I’m even thinking of him should be a total boner killer, but the lioness on my lap is begging for my cock.
So, there’s that. Yep, going to hell.
I edge my shorts down.
She lifts off me enough to remove them completely.
My cock lands on my abdomen and bounces when she stares at it. Fucker’s preening.
“You okay?” I touch her leg, needing to know I haven’t scarred her for life.
Her smile is a testament to her strength. “It’s beautiful.” She runs her hands up my thighs, holds on to my waist as she resumes straddling them.
My hands move back to her legs, needing the contact.
She trails soft pecks up my chest. I fight to remain still, my fingers itching to touch every inch of her.
I hold back a groan as she licks at my neck and nuzzles my jaw like a lioness loving on its mate. “You’re beautiful.” She kisses across my lips.
I’m not the beautiful one in this relationship.
Shit. Are we in a relationship?
We need to talk. I need to nail that down.
“Tell me what else I can’t do.” Before I lose my mind and embarrass myself.
A soft smile crosses her lips. “No commands. But you can tell me if you like something. How it feels.”
“Can I touch you?” Please say yes.
Her sigh wafts over my face. “Rowdy, I don’t fear your touch. I crave it.”
Fucking hell. I was wrong.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I’VE SEEN PENISES BEFORE. ONLY MOST were not in person. In fact, only one was in person.
It was always dark. There wasn’t much seeing. It was more the motion of his hand as he tugged, angry and rough, that gave way to the shape of it and what it could do to a man—the way it made him feel. Pleasure.
Only that vision is tainted and evil.
I want to replace it with this… The vision of Rowdy, naked before me, hard all over, particularly in one place—his cock.
It’s beautiful. Long. Thick. Straight. It really does resemble a snake. I understand that reference now. Avoiding his gaze, I touch it, tentatively at first until he sucks in air, then I wrap my hand around it.
“Soft, so very soft,” I murmur in awe. I had no idea.
“Kitten, there’s nothing soft about it,” my Shadow grates through gritted teeth.
“Am I hurting you?” I start to release him, but he sits up, wrapping his hand around mine.
“No.” Our lips are nearly touching. “Just driving me crazy.”
Eyebrows pinched. I study his face, contemplating if crazy in this context is good or bad. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.” He kisses me sweetly, his breath warm on my face. “You’re just getting started.”
My heart jumps into overdrive.
He lies back, hands laced behind his head, a smirk on his all-too-handsomely-rugged face. “Do your worst.”
My worst? That shouldn’t be hard considering I’ve no idea what I’m doing.
I stare at it, dwarfing my hand. My fingers don’t even touch. He’s huge.
“You’re staring at it like it’s a puzzle you’re trying to solve.” Rowdy draws a rough hand up my arm, cupping the back of my neck. “Just touch me, Kitten. You won’t hurt me.” He tips my chin so our eyes meet. “You won’t do anything wrong. There is no wrong when your hands are on me.”
Crack. That’s the sound of my heart breaking open for this man.
I’m scared and intimidated. What if I suck at this? And… I’m thinking entirely too much. I latch onto his wrist still holding my neck. “Kiss me.”
He chuffs deep in his throat, meets me halfway, and claims my mouth as if it’s always been his, and he doesn’t want me to forget it.
What would he say if he knew my mouth has only ever been his?
He was my first kiss.
The only kiss I ever craved.
The only mouth I ever dreamt of.
As he licks at my tongue and nips my lips, a shudder has my nipples hardening and my inexperienced hand slowly stroking his cock in rhythm with his kiss.
The harder his kiss, the tighter my grip.
The deeper he sucks, the faster my hand moves.
His grip on my ass and the back of my neck urge me on.
Our groans and gasps—the soundtrack of our desire—have me grinding against his thighs, aching to be filled with the monster in my hand.
“Jesus, Kitten.” He stills my hand. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Oh, no. I’m not done playing.
Releasing him, I push him down, trailing kisses down his neck, to his chest, scraping his nipples with my teeth and nails.
“Fuck,” he hisses, running his hands over my body, kneading and cajoling.
Before I can chicken out, I lick down his velvety shaft, loving the feel of it on my tongue.
“Jesus Christ,” he moans, sinking his fingers in my hair. Then he quickly frees me, his brow furrowing with uncertainty. Caution.
“Touch me, Rowdy. I need it. Show me what I do to you.” I circle the head of his glorious cock, getting my first taste of his cum beading like a sweet treat on the tip.
“You’re driving me insane, baby.”
Yes, lose your mind.
Working my mouth around the cap, sucking lightly, has his fingers flexing in my hair, massaging my scalp.
My moan of appreciation has a stream of cuss words flying out of his mouth.
I beam with pride as my confidence grows, daring to take in more of him. “You’re so big.”
“Fuck. Don’t say that.” He curls down, capturing the side of my face and kissing my forehead, then my lips. “You’re gonna make me blow, and I’m enjoying this too damn much for it to end so soon.”