Ruthless Love (Ash and Innocence 1)

“Yes,” I whispered.26TristanKennedy pushed herself back on the bed until she was lying with her head against the pillow. She watched me, body so stiff I thought I probably could’ve picked her up and tossed her like a javelin. In the back of my mind, I knew she had to be a virgin, and the idea of being her first hummed inside my mind like some kind of pure, unfaltering note.

I wanted it.

I wanted her.

I didn’t have the slightest clue where things went after what we were about to do, but right now, I didn’t care.

I pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it to the carpet. “This is what got you so wet, isn’t it?” I took a step closer, letting her roam my body with her eyes.

She swallowed, nodding slightly.

I climbed on the bed, kneeling over her thighs so I could undo the button and zipper of her jeans. I watched her face as I did, savoring the mixture of confusion and excitement there. I liked that about her. Underneath all her anger and curiosity and fear, there was always a hunger for the thrill. I could relate to that, I guess.

I tugged her jeans down, pulling her white panties down slightly as I did. I threw the jeans to the floor, then sat back, admiring the view.

She reached down to fix her panties, but I held her hand back. The waistband was down over her hip, giving me the slightest glimpse of the triangular crease where her pubic bone met her thigh, as well as a hint of hair.

I stole one more look at her, then bent my head, kissing the spot. I recognized the scent of her skin now, and something about it had an almost chemical effect on me—like some sort of aphrodisiac. I kissed her exposed midriff, lifting her shirt up until I reached her bra.

“I don’t know about this, Tristan,” she said.

“I do. You’re legal now.”

Kennedy shot me a wry smile. “What, was that the only thing holding you back before now?”

“No. I was perfectly willing to become a fugitive of the law for you the other night before your mom showed.”

She reached up, idly hooking her finger in one of my belt loops. “What if I’m not good at it?”

I flicked open my button and pulled down the zipper. “Then I’ll enjoy teaching you.”

It looked like Kennedy was out of excuses, because her cheeks started to stain dark red. “What do I do?”

“It’s like letting go,” I said. I put my hand on her stomach, dragging it down in a delicious path that brought me to her panties, where I tugged at the waistband, pulling until I could see the gradually thickening patch of her pubic hair. “It’s the one time in your life you can stop thinking so hard about what you should do. You just do. Take. If you can get out of your own head, it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

Kennedy grabbed my waistband and tugged it toward her, making me nearly fall on top of her. She smiled wickedly, pulling my neck down and kissing me. “Like that?” She asked.

My dick was hard, but now it was throbbing painfully. “Lesson concluded.”

We kissed roughly while we both shimmied and shifted, trying to peel our clothes off without having to break away from our kiss for too long. Eventually, all our clothes were discarded to the floor or in various spots on the bed.

I sank down, letting my body lay against hers so my dick was sandwiched between our stomachs. She felt so warm and soft. I held myself up, taking some of the weight off of her as I kissed down from her mouth to her neck, then to her nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, relishing the way it instantly pebbled to a firm point for me. I grinned up at her. “She likes that.”

Kennedy turned her head to the side, too embarrassed to look back at me.

I kissed my way between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

I couldn’t help smiling. She was so innocent it hurt. “Close your eyes. Actually, feel free to watch. You’ll like this part.”

“W-wait,” she started to say when she realized what I was doing.

The moment my mouth pressed against her warm folds, she convulsed slightly, mouth hanging open in silent exclamation.

I bit my lip, letting it flick out from my teeth and tease her clit.

She shivered again.

“You taste like fucking candy, Wheels,” I said. I dragged my tongue from her entrance, all the way up her wet slit.

If she was still self-conscious, she wisely decided to keep quiet about it.

I set to work on her, not stopping until her thighs were pressing against my ears and both her hands were gripping tight fistfuls of the comforter. She arched her back, driving her pussy against my face as she came.