Chapter Fourteen
FINLEY
Never in my life have I felt something this good. Every nerve in my body is sending signals to one another, forming into one giant oversensitive explosion waiting to happen. My hands hit the mattress and I grab onto the sheets as he feasts.
He is too good with his mouth, tongue, hands, fucking everything. Jesus, I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
“Oh my god!” my body arches when he slides a finger inside me. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m not. I can’t help how much he turns me on.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles against my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slides a finger in and out.
I tense the quicker he moves because I’m not used to anything inside me. He pauses, rakes his eyes up my body until they meet mine, and the tip of his finger presses against the barrier I’ve fought so hard to protect from horrible men.
Grayson’s lips are wet, swollen, and red from eating me like I’m his favorite slice of cake. He presses against the barrier again, brows worried, and I hiss from the discomfort. His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s feeling.
But in the next instance, the shock is gone and replaced by intense glowing garnet eyes. “You’re a virgin,” he states on a low gravel. “All fucking mine and no one else’s.”
I shake my head. “Just yours, Grayson.”
“You fought your way to me, and I’ll eternally be grateful,” he says, sliding another finger in the tight, untouched space.
I wince and suck my bottom lip between my teeth. It doesn’t hurt as much as it is odd and slightly uncomfortable.
He curls his fingers and presses a spot inside me I thought was a myth. “Grayson!” I cry out, and he flattens one palm against my stomach and presses until the pressure from his fingers inside me is more intense. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I chant and thrash my head back and forth. “I can’t. What are you doing?” I ask, completely innocent to this ordeal.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you come so you’re nice and wet, my little vixen.” He moves his hand faster until his knuckles touch the inside of my lips. Wet sounds escalate in the air, and a numbing sensation takes over my entire body.
“Grayson.” I slap my hands on the bed, and my jaw drops when a tsunami of ecstasy takes over me. My thighs shake, and the noise leaving my mouth must sound like I’m dying because I feel like I’m drowning.
My legs are quaking when he lifts his mouth from my clit and pulls his fingers free. They are shining with my juices, and he doesn’t hesitate to put them into his mouth. Grayson sucks them clean.
“You taste so fucking good. My new favorite treat.” He lifts onto his knees and unbuttons his jeans, then lowers the zipper.
My eyes are latched onto the long, thick erection trapped beneath the denim. When he parts the lapels of his jeans, a trimmed brown bush greets me along with the base of his cock. My tongue sticks to the roof of my dry mouth as he takes off his pants. The man does not ever disappoint. His thighs are muscular, a bit paler than the rest of his body from wearing shorts. The V is deeper on either side of his hips than I originally thought.
And it shows me the pathway to his cock.
My eyes must be saucers. I look to him, to his cock, to him, and back to his cock, and then I shake my head. “There’s no way that is going to fit!” I swallow nervously.
“I’ll fit,” he says while stroking himself, rubbing his thumb over the plum-colored head. He falls over me, bracing one arm next to my head while he guides himself to my entrance.
My legs spread as far as they can, and I inhale a breath, then hold it as he push inside of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, and he drags his hand from between us and caresses my body. Grayson kisses my chest, then sucks one of my nipples into his mouth before letting it go with a soft plop. “Look at me,” he asks softly.
I open my eyes, and he pushes in deeper until he gets to my virginity. I don’t say anything, but my nails dig into his forearms.
“It’s just you and me here, Finley. I’ll take care of you,” he says, grabbing my face with his palm until he can engulfs my lips with his, easing himself inside me so he doesn’t hurt me.
I’ve imagined what my first time would be like, and I never thought it would be like this. I always thought I’d be stuck with someone careless and hurtful.
With a harder thrust, he claims my virginity while a small, estranged cry leaves my lips to echo down his throat.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby. So damn tight.” He hides his face in my neck and groans when his sack nestles against the curve of my ass.
“Grayson.” I wiggle around when the pressure of him not moving becomes too much. I need him to do something.
“Don’t move,” he warns with a squeeze of my hip, then he lets out a strangled chuckle. “I need a second. You feel too damn good,” he says through tight teeth as if he’s on the verge of losing control.
After a few seconds of staying still and a sheen of sweat draping over my body, he finally pulls out and pushes in. We groan in unison. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. His body hovering over mine, his breath against my ear, his moans, and the way he is thrusting is turning the pain into massive pleasure.