Innocent Obsession (The Dirty Kings of Vegas)

“Only if you want me to.”

“Try.”

She’s dropping out of my arms, turning to run, but I catch her waist straight away. “You were running to the bedroom.”

“In case you caught me.” Her lips part and her voice lowers. “I thought I would be safest if I was somewhere… soft.”

I pull her to me. Her legs wrap around my waist again.

How can I tell her that I’m a virgin without ruining the moment? The most pumped, testosterone-shooting studs must have cornered her. At parties, at work. Everywhere. She must have been fucked senseless by quarterbacks, military men, firefighters. I have no idea. How can I measure up?

With her ankles scissored at my back, the scent from between her soft breasts inflaming my nostrils, and her pouty lips parting in front of my face, this is not the time to declare weakness.

She’s been in enough of my dreams and fantasies. I’ll bring some of those to life for her the best I can. And I’ll try to make up for my ignorance by paying attention to her. I know I’m going to fuck it all up, I’m bound to. But I’ll make sure I only fuck it up for me.

For her, I’m going to make it perfect.

Her eyes widen. They roll back as I plant my lips on hers.

Our bodies move together, twisting, pressing. Her lips shape themselves to mine. The tip of her tongue is at the edge of her mouth, waiting for mine. I feel like we share a breath, like we’re one being. A single animal. Hot, raw with need.

Her legs crossed behind my back pull me closer. Her hips rub against mine. The wet heat of her pussy scrapes on my abs. The silky smoothness inside her thighs makes me pump. My cock fills and hardens, and I feel her heat on my crown.

She sighs with a rasping moan as we pull our mouths apart.

Her eyes are moist. “I’ve never gone this far with a man before.” She wets her lips. “Tell you the truth, I’ve never been with a man at all. Only boys. But we never went any further than kissing. Sometimes second base.”

I can’t believe it. She’s a virgin. My Lucy. She really can be my Lucy, and all mine. It makes me regret even more that I don’t have any experience to give her. If I was nervous before, I’m twice as nervous now. Maybe I see a way to clear the air, at least.

Something as important as my own virginity isn’t a thing I can hold back from her. Not before I take hers. She needs to be able to trust me. And she deserves it, too. She deserves a better man than me. But now, now that I know, I would happily kill or die before I would let that happen.

She’s going to be mine. And I’ll do everything in my power to make up for the bad man that I’m giving her, for the beautiful, innocent girl that she is.

I tell her, “I’m never certain what any of the bases are.”

“Of course not. You’re a guy. And you’re smoking hot. You probably set the ballpark on fire, smoking straight past all the bases and sliding into home plate when you were still in short pants.”

“No. That’s what I’m telling you, Lucy. I’ve never been to any bases at all. Hell, I’ve hardly even kissed a girl. Well, not like I meant it.”

“Did you mean it when you kissed me?”

“Oh, yes,” I groan. “I’ve never been more serious about anything. Not in the whole of my life.” I hold her tight. Close. I want to eat her up.

She shifts her weight in my arms. “I don’t know if I should believe you.”

I kiss her again. It’s harder to hold back now. Like she’s told me to prove something. I am so ready to prove it to her. I worry if she’s strong enough to take it, though.

Chapter Four

Lucy

A sigh streams out of me and our lips press together again. We’re still unsure at first. Testing. His lips are firm. Warm and surprisingly smooth. My body feels weightless. Suspended. His is hot and firm. Hard and strong.

For a moment, we’re still, like both of us are waiting for a signal. His chest swells and my grip on his arm tightens. He pulls me closer.

We both sigh as our mouths open. His tongue slips in against mine. My body comes to life in his arms and he presses harder against me. I crush my breasts against him. My little buds scrape the inside of my bra, sore and needy.

The insides of my thighs tingle. I’m so hot it makes me squirm. He hardens in the front of his pants. Feeling him thicken makes me woozy.

As we part, his breath is hot on my throat. I pull him back. His lips fasten on my neck. I wriggle and squirm as his mouth moves down. Holding me up with just one hand, he reaches for my breast. Inside, I’m pounding hot. I want to be out of my clothes. Naked in his arms. But I don’t want him to see me, frumpy and flabby as I am.