He pushes me back, and I’m about to whimper in disappointment, when he comes with me, once again laying my back against the cushions as he hovers over my body. His lips come down on mine, his knees shoving my thighs apart.
He kisses me deeply, softer this time. He’s not tender. I don’t believe there’s a tender bone in his body. But he’s cautious, aware of every move he makes as he touches me. Handles me.
I hear the clanking of a belt for a moment before he shuffles around. I glance down between us, seeing his massive erection, long and thick, and so damn intimidating that a whimper slips past my lips.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warns, his hand going to his back pocket. He slips out his wallet, unfolding it and pulling out a condom.
“I know.”
He stares at me a moment, like he’s waiting for me the toss up the flag and pull away.
“Just do it, Lynx. Get the worst part over with.” I wiggle beneath him.
He shakes his head like he thinks I’m crazy, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and sliding the condom on. I watch each move he makes, the expert handling he has of the condom as he rolls it on. It takes only a moment, and I wish he could take it off and put it on again. I’m mesmerized by his manly cock, completely enthralled, yet nervous at the same time.
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my folds. I’m wet, so fucking wet from his mouth and his touch.
He bends again, kissing me deeply as he pushes forward. A burn starts pinching between my thighs, making me wince in pain. I break the kiss, burying my face in his neck as he continues to sink into me. The burning spreads through my legs and stomach, the width of him so much more than I was expecting. He’s huge, so much man for my tiny body. I can’t swallow down the whimper. I can’t breathe through the cry.
“Let it out. It’ll feel better if you just let it out.”
A tear leaks down the side of my face, and his tongue darts out, lapping it up before it can reach my cheekbone. I don’t ask him to stop, and he doesn’t ask me if I want him to stop. He just continues pushing into me until our hips meet, and he’s fully seated inside of me.
He lets out a low groan, and tenses above me. I can feel his cock twitch, growing even bigger. My walls tense, the pinching strong, but the burn slowly lessening.
Once it becomes bearable, I let out a shaky breath. “Move,” I murmur against his neck.
His thighs twitch against mine, and he begins to move slowly. Each pull of his cock as he slides against my walls creates a tingling in my belly. My whimpers turn into moans, and when he sinks back in, my eyes roll in the back of my head.
I can feel myself growing wetter, my body growing accustomed to his as he starts to pump faster, bury himself deeper. I begin rocking against him, meeting him thrust by thrust, until we create a rhythm.
My head lifts up, and I glance between our bodies, seeing his reddened cock. Covered with streaks of blood. His head tilts, following my gaze, and I swear it only makes him grow harder when he sees it too.
The tingling turns into an overwhelming heat that spreads across my body, this orgasm growing unlike the other two he’s given me. This one is stronger, more intense than any sensation I’ve experienced in my entire life. This one may destroy me.
He bites at my collarbone, at my neck, at my cheek, taking and taking bits and pieces of me until there’s nothing left. He sucks and kisses until my skin is raw from his beard and filled with what I’m sure will be teeth marks and hickies. His thrusts become wild, menacing against me. The control he was trying to keep is gone, the thread of humanity that he holds onto so strongly about to snap.
“You going to come, baby?” His fingers slide between my thighs, his thumb pressing against the swollen button, lighting me on fire as I start gasping and writhing beneath him.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, his fingers pressing harder and faster as his hips piston against me. The orgasm takes hold suddenly, sending me into a spiral of bliss. I can do nothing but reach to his arms, gripping them as I attempt to hold onto my sanity. A moan rips from my throat, so loud it doesn’t even sound like me.
He tenses above me, and I can feel his cock twitch, emptying every last drop of his release into the condom. A drop of sweat drips from his forehead, landing on my temple and running into my hair. Another drips, and another.
I close my eyes; my mind sated, my body depleted, my heart full for the first time in seventeen years.
Our breathing eventually settles, and my vision comes back. He stares down at me, searching for answers and emotions that I’m afraid to give. I can only give him a sliver, because I’m afraid if he knew how deeply my heart aches for his, I think he’d flee.
“I think you were right,” he mumbles, pulling out of me.
I blink up at him. “About what?”
“I think it was you I was supposed to meet all along.”
A blush creeps across my cheeks, and I lean up, pressing my lips against his. He kisses me back with vigor, claiming me and taking every ounce of breath from my lungs. Once he releases, I gasp in a mouthful of air.
He smirks, knowing exactly what he does to me, then he leans back, pulling the condom off and tying it. It’s red, and his nostrils flare as he glances it before tucking himself back into his pants. “I should get out of here before the girls get back.”
I sit up suddenly, completely forgetting we’re at Violet’s house. “Would you actually take me up to the clubhouse? I should go hangout with Violet.”
He glances at me. “Yeah. Yeah, I can.”
We dress in silence, making our way out into the cold night. I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve already, only hours until Christmas. The snow falls lightly in the mountains, such a rare occurrence so close to San Diego. There is never snow on Christmas at home.
Lynx hops on his bike, revving it without hesitation this time, and I’m shocked I didn’t hear it as it pulled up earlier. Looking over at me, he waits, an expectant look on his face.
With a deep breath, I walk over to him, and he grabs my arm, lifting me and settling me behind him. Between my legs instantly aches, the leftover burn painful and uncomfortable, but I relish in it. It’s only a reminder of what just happened.
Some might think it wasn’t romantic enough for a first time. But I wouldn’t care whether it was on the beach or a bed, or in the back of a car. It was with Lynx, and that’s all that matters to me.
He revs again, pulling forward and taking a U-turn, riding slowly back up the hill. It only takes seconds until we make it to the top, the clubhouse coming into view. The lights outside are extravagant, covering the entire roof and some of the nearby trees. It’s an absolute winter wonderland, and I’m shocked by the beauty of it.
Who knew these gritty as hell men could create something so festive and beautiful? How is it that these bearded savages can put together a perfect Christmas, but my mom can’t even bother to get a Charlie Brown Christmas tree?
Sadness tears at my heart, and as he pulls up to the front of the clubhouse, the door opens to Violet’s face staring back at me. I slide away from Lynx a bit, trying to not be so close and familiar toward him.
He turns off his bike, and Violet walks over to me. “I was just going to come and get you. Did he see you on your way up here or something?”