I fucking loved knowing that.
11
CHARLIE
Wow. I couldn’t stop saying it.
Or thinking it.
I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life. Battery operated boyfriends and showerheads did not compare to a real partner. And he’d done it not once, but twice.
His attention to detail was… impressive. And he was still clothed.
Levi cracked open a bottle of cold water and handed it to me. I stared at him as I sipped. I really wasn’t sure how it happened that I suddenly had this hot cowboy’s undivided attention on me and my body. On my lady parts. I’d never attracted that much male attention before. Probably because I didn’t put out the vibe. That’s what Keely always told me, anyway.
He’d made it so I had zero doubt he was into me. As I said, he was still wearing his clothes! Any guy only interested in getting off would have been naked, in me, finished and out the door by now. But Levi? I’d come twice… and I hadn’t even seen his dick.
That dick, though, looked like the size of a large cucumber in his pants, but he still didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get his own needs met. I swallowed, looking at the bulge. Because soon—very soon—that big cock was going to be between my legs.
“Why am I the only one naked here?” I blurted, starting to get nervous about the whole thing.
He grinned and in one smooth motion, pulled his t-shirt over his head with one hand. “You wanna see the goods?”
My face grew warm. Did I? Um, hell yes, I did! Judging from his massive, muscled bare torso, the rest of him was going to be magnificent. “Yep. Show me what you’ve got, Sheriff.”
My smile slipped when I realized what I said, but I couldn’t go there now. This wasn’t the time to get back in my head and panic. Or freak. Or… think. Keely said to have fun, and I was going to have fun, even if it killed me. Death by orgasm.
His smile grew wider as he stripped out of his jeans and boxers and crawled onto the bed.
I drew a sharp breath.
Hung like a horse did actually sum it up.
Oh shit.
That thing was supposed to fit inside me. I stared at it. Long and thick with a flared crown. The color of it was darker than the rest of him. A pearly bead of pre-cum appeared at the slit.
My inner walls clenched.
He chuckled as he climbed over me. “It’ll fit.” Damned mind reader.
“I know,” I said, sounding more defensive than I meant to. My brain was already running through everything I knew about breeding horses. And humans. I was properly aroused. I would stretch to accommodate him.
Wouldn’t I?
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” he said, probably reading my anxiety.
“No!” I said quickly. I was not going to get this close to losing my virginity and chicken out. That would just be stupid. “We’re doing this. I’m not a prom date to deflower. It’s not that big of a deal.”
He was huge and every part of him was hard as brick, but he let me push him onto his back, so I was above him. He stretched one long arm toward the nightstand where a box of condoms was tucked away and pulled one out as I straddled him.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy, as they said.
I could do this. I could definitely do this.
Levi’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he rolled the condom over his member. God, he should be proud of that thing.
“I like it when you take charge, Doc. Work yourself down onto me. You just use me as your own personal fuck-toy. Get yourself off and don’t worry about me. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’m gonna enjoy every fucking second of it.” His hands settled at my hips, and he gave me a little squeeze.
I loved his reassurances. I wasn’t sure how he even knew to give them. I doubted he was the type who took a woman’s virginity often, especially considering his age and attractiveness. Hell, unless he went after teenagers, there weren’t many like me left at our age. I was probably the only thirty-year old virgin in Montana. Not for long.
Maybe my nerves were that transparent. I took a deep breath, looked down at Levi. He was relaxed, but aroused. Patient, but eager. Needy, but patient. Everything about him had me relaxing. I was wet. Primed. Two orgasms had me relaxed-ish. I could do this.
Everything receded but the feel of Levi beneath me. The soft prickles of the hairs on his legs against mine. The feel of his breathing beneath my palms on his chest.
His reassuring gaze. No, it was the heat I saw, the need… for me that had me nodding. I’d made him this way. Hard and ready to fuck.