I drag my finger up her slit. “Do you want me to put my tongue inside you, love?”
“Yes.”
It’s quiet, but laden with desire. I position myself in front of her open legs and press my face into her pussy.
I lick her and her legs start to close around my head. I hold her thighs open and feel the silk of her garters against my fingers. Has she always had these, or did she get them hoping I’d see them? I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but that can wait. I fuck her with my tongue, dragging it up and down her slit, thrusting in and out of her tight channel, and then tonguing her clit. Her whimpers increase in pace and frequency as I devour her. I suck her clit into my mouth and lash it with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. I need more. I pull her hips so she’s tight against me, and her whimpers turn into little pants.
I find a pace that makes her pull my hair, and I stay there until she’s breathless. I feel the tension building in her, tighter and tighter. I don’t stop. Normally I’d switch things up, draw her out more, but she’s ready now. I drag my tongue over her sweet bud over and over and over and she comes hard against my face, screaming my name. I’ve never heard my name sound so good before.
Fuck.
I lick her through her orgasm, and she comes down, shivering around me.
I’m hard as a rock, and if I don’t get some relief soon it’s going to be bad.
“I want to fuck you with my cock.” I kiss her cheek, my face wet with her come. “But not here. You’re not going to lose your virginity on a desk. I’m taking you upstairs to the hotel. Okay?”
I don’t want everything in her life to be harsh and cheap. I’m angry at what she did, but I can’t blame her for doing it. And I want her first time to be memorable in a good way.
She nods. I help her down from the desk and she goes honest-to-god weak in the knees, and I pull her next to me to keep her from falling.
This night is turning out to be salvageable after all.
13
Sasha
What am I doing? Why am I letting Finn Carney take me up to a hotel room at his family’s casino? His father was so angry. I was terrified. That compressed, quiet anger is scarier than the predictable, explosive rage I’m used to. Still, when Finn dragged me into that security office, a secret part of me hoped this would happen.
If his family is going to destroy me, I might as well not die a virgin.
What a fucked-up thought from a fucked-up woman. But I want Finn anyway. And if my life is going to be full of pain, I deserve to get some pleasure, too.
And while I’m not foolish enough to underestimate his power, I think he’ll do this right.
He had me grab our coats while he picked up a key, and we’re in an elevator heading up to the top floor. I’m still woozy from what he did to me in the security office, and when the elevator bumps and I lose my balance, he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me next to him.
He smells so good.
In the room, he doesn’t wait a second, pressing me against the door and kissing me.
My arms go around his broad shoulders, and I meet his kisses with equal fervor. I may not be experienced, but it feels good to have his body on mine. But when I feel his hardness against my belly, it scares me a little. I’d heard nightmare stories about painful first times with lots of blood, and I don’t want any part of that.
He lifts the back of my dress and palms my bare ass.
“Where did you get garters?” he drawls, squeezing me. His thigh is between my legs now, and I move against him, the delicious friction building inside me.
“I wanted to look nice tonight,” I whisper, gasping as he grinds his knee against my hot center.
“For me.” His voice is husky. It’s not a question but given what’s going to happen with his father, it can’t hurt to be honest, stroke his ego.
“Yes, for you.”
He slides the zipper of the dress down, and I step out of it. I feel overexposed in just my lacy bra, garters and stockings, but when I go to move