The Moth and the Flame (When Rivals Play #2) - B.B. Reid Page 0,123
that if he stopped even for a moment, he’d back out. “I don’t care about the pain.”
Getting rejected by him over and over had hurt a thousand times more.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, pleading.
“And you will if you stop.”
A silent battle of wills ensued that ended when he kissed me. It started slow and deepened by the second. It was perfect. So perfect I never even noticed when he gripped the back of my thigh, holding me open, or when his other hand curled around my neck, holding me down. That perfect kiss swallowed my scream after he pulled his hips back only to shove inside me so brutally he broke through my virginity in one stroke.
There was no me and him after that, only us.
That was how deep he’d gotten.
He didn’t stop kissing me until my whimpers died, and when my eyes drifted open, I found him watching me.
“Okay?” he asked me as he thumbed away my tears.
“Never better,” I answered. My voice sounded hoarse, and there was a throbbing ache between my legs, but finally, having him inside me made it all worth it.
He grinned and kissed me before smiling against my lips. “Stubborn girl.”
And then he began to move.
Carefully. Slowly allowing me to get used to feeling so full. To the need stirring in my belly. It wasn’t long before I started to move, too. Driven purely by instinct, I snaked my hips and clutched him tighter. Burying his face in my neck, he groaned as he drove himself deeper, his hand palming my breast while the other gripped the sheet. He moved faster now.
Soon, my cries mingled with the sound of his heavy breaths and the bed rocking. The lewdness of the ruckus we were making only spurred us to finish. I felt him grip my hip as he picked up the pace. Neither of us gave a damn anymore that this was wrong.
Best friends forever.
It was nothing more than a broken promise now.
“Fuck, Lou, I’m gonna come.”
He started pulling away, to make it last, so I tightened around him, keeping him prisoner.
“Baby.” He grunted. “We can’t. You—” His hips slammed into me one last time before he suddenly stiffened. “Fuuuuck!”
I held him tight, stroking his back and cooing nonsense in his ear as he came inside me. I knew the risk we were taking was huge and that he’d be pissed, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was trying to get knocked up. I only wanted all of him. Just this once until we were both ready.
When his body finally slackened on top of mine, I slowly unwrapped my stiff legs from his waist and let them fall at my sides.
He was still planted deep inside me and breathing hard when he lifted enough for me to see his glare. “Why did you do that?”
“I wanted you to come,” I told him quietly. I couldn’t believe, after all that, I still found it in me to be shy. Perhaps it was the dark look he was giving me that told me I was in big trouble.
“You wanted control,” he said, seeing right through me.
Before I could deny it, I was flat on my stomach with my ass in the air, and my hair gripped tightly—almost cruelly—in his fist.
My heart skipped a beat when I felt his cock lining up at my entrance. And just before he shoved his way back inside me, without regard for my lost virginity, he growled in my ear, “One alpha, Lou.”
I let out a startled cry and gripped the sheets tightly when I felt him fill me. His cum was still seeping out of me, paving the way for him to plunder. Still, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks and didn’t know if they were from joy or the feel of him hitting the spot deep inside of me that made my breath catch every time.
“I don’t come until I say. You don’t come until I say.” Pushing in even deeper, he said, “Feel me?”
Oh, hell yeah, I felt him, and what’s more, I understood him. He made sure of it as he drove his point home over and over. The sound of our skin slapping was a constant reminder lest I forget so quickly.
I pushed back into him, reveling in this side of him.
I craved it.
And if I had to push him to get it, I’d do it with open legs and willing cunt.