“Stop teasing.” His hands came down to grip my hair. I eased down his boxers and stared at his cock. This time we weren’t in a dark classroom, and I drank him in. I’d always thought penises were ugly, but his was beautiful. Steel, veined, precum glistening at the tip, and as I wrapped my hands around it, the skin was so soft underneath my fingers, a complete contrast to the hardness underneath.
Dipping my head, I tentatively ran my tongue across the tip, tasting his salty flavour, and he let out a long, low groan. “More, baby.” He pushed my head forwards, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking the entire tip into my mouth. How did people fit the whole thing in? I dipped my head at the same time he pushed me forwards, taking more of him into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat and I had to fight the sudden urge to gag. He let me pull my head back slightly, and I ran my tongue over his shaft, hoping that he was enjoying it.
I was suddenly pulled backwards and fell to the floor in shock. Wide-eyed, I stared up at him, as he looked down at me, breathing heavily. What had I done wrong? My stomach churned, and I cringed away from him.
“Fuck, Rai. Your…fuck. I was about to blow my load after five seconds of being in your hot little mouth.”
“Why did you stop?” I frowned, confused.
“Because I need to fuck you.” He reached down to the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth movement, and stepped out of his boxers. Swiping his jeans from the floor, he tugged out a foil packet, then stood, right there in front of me, his hard body on full display.
Carter Blackthorne was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Carter Blackthorne, naked? He was a god.
“Raine?” he prompted, after my open-mouthed, blatant perusal stretched on far too long.
“Wait. You want us to have sex?” My voice was shaky as his words finally registered with me.
He leaned down, pulling me to my feet and lifting me onto the bed. “Yes.”
“Will it hurt?” I whispered. It didn’t even occur to me to say no. He turned me on like no one else, and I wanted this. Wanted it beyond words. Wanted him to take my virginity.
“Yes.” He didn’t try to sugar-coat it, and I was grateful for that.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He studied me, his gaze searching. “Sure?”
I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. There was no doubt in my mind. “I want it to be you. I want you to be the one to do it.”
“Raine.” He spoke my name reverently and kissed me, his touch softer than it had ever been before. His hand went between my legs, stroking across my wetness as he kissed down my neck. He positioned himself between my legs, replacing his fingers with his hard cock. I stiffened. “It’s okay,” he assured me. “Relax.” He rolled his hips, sliding his cock up and down, along my pussy, melting me with another kiss. My body responded, the space between my thighs growing slick with my arousal as he moved against me. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
After ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom on, he guided the head of his cock so it was positioned at my entrance. “Stay relaxed.” Then he pushed inside me, his movements slow and careful. Even so, it hurt as his thickness stretched me. He stopped suddenly. “This is going to hurt,” he hissed, then pushed forwards with a sudden movement. A sharp pain tore through me, and I cried out, tears filling my eyes.
“It hurts so much,” I whimpered.
“I know.” He stilled his movements, kissing me again, telling me how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how well I was doing. Then he moved again, slowly, and I gasped with the pain.
“Concentrate on the feeling, baby. Your little pussy gripping my cock. It feels so good. Use the pain.” He moved again, starting an achingly slow pace, his hand going back down between us as he pressed his thumb to my clit.
An unexpected spark of arousal shot through me, and I moaned softly. “That—that feels good.”
“Yeah, it does.” He smiled against my jaw, nipping at it as he worked his thumb over my clit, keeping up the same pace. “How you doing?”
“Good.” The pain was still there, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but as he touched me, the pleasure was coursing through my body, setting every nerve ending alight. Every single inch of me became aware. Aware of his weight pressing into me, the light sheen of sweat between our bodies, his breaths in my ear, and his hard, hard cock, inside me, filling me completely.
I never knew it would feel so good. I hooked my legs around him. “More,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “I want more. Don’t hold back.”
Our eyes met.
His were black.
He let himself go.
He slammed into me with such force that I bounced, my head knocking into the padded headboard. Pleasure danced with pain, setting me on fire as his head came down to my neck, and his teeth clamped down on my skin as he thrust in and out of me with hard, savage movements. His fingers bit into my skin as he gripped me tightly, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d leave bruises wherever he touched me.
I wanted to be marked by him.
“More.” I moaned against him, digging
