Page 33 of Shamelessly Loyal
"I should be asking you that.” My fingers were getting closer and closer to her cunt. If I wanted to stop, now would be the time to do it. But she gave a slow pump up and down along my dick. The gentle back and forth was not enough to do more than tease, but it was a delicious tease.
“I asked first,” she countered. “Although, because you’ve already had a bit of a shock…”
I squinted at her. Was she seriously giving me shit abouthervirginity?
“I’m sore, but it feels good too.” Pride flooded me. “Real good, actually. I have to wonder how good it will feel when the pain isn’t there. I’ve made myself orgasm before, but not like that.”
The smell of her arousal perfumed the air around her. It didn’t hurt that she smelled soft and perfect. The scent of her body spray reminded me of fields of flowers and sunny days. The most ridiculous of notions.
“How have you made yourself orgasm before?” Not the question I’d meant to ask, except she’d sparked my curiosity. Or maybe I just wanted to know more about her.
She squeezed the base of my cock, and the blood throbbing into it seemed to stiffen me even more. “Usually playing with my clit using my fingers. I got a toy a few years ago…a gag gift. It’s a vibe and slender. I could wear it around my neck. Just when I used it…” The husky sigh at the end of the statement had my hips lifting to meet her stroke.
“It feels good,” I assured her, even as I put my hand over hers. If we kept going… “As much as I would…”
“If you don’t want to fuck me,” Mayhem said with a kind of ease that baffled me. “Then say that. Even though I don’t think it’s a case of you not wanting me.”
The words glued themselves to my tongue. I had nothing to offer her. When I thought it would just be a night to relieve ourselves after all the tension…
But that was before
Before I’d felt her come on my cock.
Before I’d thrust into her with so much force, it hadhurt.
“I’m not a gentle guy.” That was the problem. “Mayhem… Lainey… I spent three years in prison. A lot of it was in isolation. It was me, by myself, for twenty or more hours a day.” The only relief I had was my hand and the idea of jacking off where anyone could hear?
Yeah. Fuck that.
Privacy was something I craved. It had been one of the first things I’d done when I’d gotten time to shower. I’d jerked off so much that first week, my dick had been sore.
But it was never enough.
“Am I your first since you got out?” The question held not even a single ounce of judgment. “Were you relatively a virgin?”
I laughed, really laughed, and shook my head. “Throwing my own words back at me.”
“Only a little,” she said with a careless little shrug. “You told me to say yes or no. I knew what I was saying yes to. Granted…your dick is the first one I’ve ever gotten to hold for any length of time.”
A pulse went through me as she teased her thumb over my tip. The pre-cum beaded right up. Wait… “For any length of time?” The question came out on a growl.
“Hmm—yes, I’m afraid I have touched a dick before yours, Pretty Boy. Don’t be upset. Yours is very nice and so heavy… I guess I never thought about how heavy it would feel in my hand.”
Her strokes grew more firm.
“Do you like it slower or faster?”
“I like it,” I told her. “Depends on the moment.”
“Earlier… you wanted fast.”
I groaned as she traded hands then lifted the finger with a drop of pre-cum to her lips. When she sucked it off her skin, I wanted to come right then. Fuck.
When she’d done that earlier, it had damn near shattered my control and it was threatening to do the same now.
“Earlier,” I told her gruffly as she shifted on the bed. “I needed to feel you…they wanted to try and win you like some fucking trophy. Your sweet ass had been against my dick all night…”
“And you wanted me.” The wonder in her voice pulled me back to earth. “You wanted me…right? Not just some warm hole for you to fuck.” She’d twisted around until she lay on her stomach and continued to stroke my dick.