Virgin (A Real Man, 2) (4 page)

Good. God.

“Giving up your virginity doesn’t have to be with candles and sweet words.”

My throat tightened as she spoke.

“It can be raw and animalistic.”

Was this my Isabel, the sweet and softly spoken girl I was in love with?

“Is that how you want it from me, for our first time?” To be honest, it didn’t matter how I took Isabel for the first time. It wasn’t the how it happened, just the fact I was finally having her after all this time.

“I just want you.”

If that’s how she wanted it, hell, I’d give her so much she couldn’t handle it.

M
y body was on fire, my skin prickled, and all I wanted was Quinn. The way he looked at me was crazy, possessive, and like he was about to tear right through his skin.

That’s about how I felt right now, like I couldn’t breathe unless I reminded myself to.

But I also thought he might be nervous, maybe thinking I only wanted this because of what was going on. Yes, this was pretty sudden after just saying what we’d said to each other, but this moment seemed perfect, and I didn’t want anything to fuck it up, not even worry that I didn’t want this.

“I want this. I want you,” I said again with more strength. I needed him to know that without a doubt, this was what I wanted.

He made this low sound deep within his chest, something akin to a growl, and then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth at my neck. He shifted slightly and I felt his erection digging into my belly: a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was wet, obscenely so, and I knew that before I finally felt him deep in me, I’d only be more soaked.

“Show me where you want me to touch you, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice a husky growl against the side of my throat.

My hands were shaking, but I lifted one of them, grabbed Quinn’s much larger hand, and slowly pushed it down between our bodies. He was breathing so hard, his warm breath moving along my skin, making me even more flushed. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I didn’t want slow, didn’t want romantic or gentle, even though maybe I should have for our first time. I wanted to be with Quinn, the guy I loved, and I didn’t care how it transpired as long as it happened right now.

I placed his hand on my lower belly and froze. I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.

“Do it, baby,” he whispered by my ear. “Show me where you want me.”

I pushed his hand lower, until it was right between my thighs. Could he feel how wet I was? Did he know that slight pressure of his palm on my pussy felt incredible?

He groaned and thrust his cock against my belly.

“You want me right here, baby?”

I nodded. This was so surreal, finally being with Quinn, but God, did it feel so right. He stated to rub his palm up and down, and despite the fact I wore jeans, I felt the electricity slam into me. My clit throbbed, like my heart was right there, beating rapidly. I didn’t want foreplay, didn’t want to take our time. I felt feverish and needy, and I wanted Quinn now.

I pushed him away, and he groaned. Lowering my gaze to the crotch of his pants, I saw the huge outline of his erection pressing against his jeans. God, he looked huge. I went for the button and zipper of my jeans, and once those were undone, I pushed the denim down my thighs.

He shook his head. “I should have you on a warm bed, Isabel, not out there in a field up against my car.”

“What does it matter as long as we are together?”

He groaned again. “You’re killing me here.” He reached down and palmed himself through his jeans.

“Let me see it,” I whispered, feeling so bold; I wasn’t acting like my shy self.

He didn’t move for a long while, but finally I heard his zipper going down and lowered my gaze to what he was about to show me.

When he pulled his cock out, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him. He had his palm wrapped around his dick and he stroked himself, his focus on my chest.

I wanted to touch it, to see if it was just as hard and smooth as it looked. Without thinking about it anymore, I walked the few steps to get to him, pushed his hand aside, and stared into his eyes.

“Touch me, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice husky.

I did just that. I wrapped my hand around his length and watched his eyes become hooded, his mouth slack. I started rubbing my palm up and down the big length. His cock was just as hard as it looked, and the skin was warm and smooth; I moved over the length easily.

“I’m about to fucking lose it, Isabel.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve already lost it for you, Quinn.”

And then he had me pulled close to him, had his mouth on mine, and fucked me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing to me at this moment. We backed up to the car, and I found myself leaning back against the hood. We made out for long seconds, but when he pulled away and stepped back, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even ask why he stopped. I heard gravel crunching under his feet and he walked away, and then I heard the trunk open and close. When he was beside me again, he helped me off the hood, spread the blanket he’d grabbed on the ground, and then he helped me down.

My back was against the soft blanket, and the hardness of Quinn’s body was over mine. This part of the ground he’d chosen was flat enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was so damn aroused I don’t think I would have fully felt any discomfort anyway.

The truth was I’d never imagined a specific experience that would be my first time. The only thing I ever saw was that it would be with Quinn.

This was going to happen right now, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect time or place.

I was meant to be with him.

“A
re you sure about this, Isabel?” I adjusted my much larger frame over the girl I loved more than anything else and braced my weight on my elbows beside her head. This wasn’t exactly where I thought she deserved to have her virginity taken, but just being with her was good enough for me. If this was what she wanted, it was hers.

“I’m more than sure,” she said, and arched her chest. Fuck, I was barely holding on to my sanity right now. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a steady constant at the tip of my cock.

Without talking about it anymore, I rose up to help her out of her shirt and bra, did the same with her panties and the pants that were pooled around her legs, and finished with getting myself naked. I had to admit being out in the middle of nowhere, with the star splattered sky above us, was romantic.

Her cheeks were tinged pink from her arousal, and her lips were swollen and glossy from our making out. I wanted to suck on the flesh, gently nibble on it, and make her come from that alone.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her. She was sweet and addictive, and I knew I’d never get enough. I placed my hand over her bared pussy and she arched, gasping out. “This is mine, Isabel.” The possessive side of me rose up like this fierce beast. I wanted her to know, to really fucking see what she did to me.

Her pussy was hot and wet, and when I ran my fingers through her slit, I had to pray I wouldn’t come before I was even inside of her.

I lifted enough so that I could look down at her face, and the way she looked up at me, so dreamy and needy, had me growing like some kind of fucking animal. My chest tightened and my cock jerked.

I heard her swallow and saw her throat work. And then she had her hand between our bodies, moving lower, over my abdomen, and causing my muscles to clench.

God, was she going to touch me again?

And then she was gripping me in her palm, and I hung my head and closed my eyes.

“So. Fucking. Good.”

She moved her hand up and down my length, paying attention to the crown. I knew she felt all the pre-cum, but her little sounds told me she liked it, liked I was so fucking worked up for her.

“You’re so hard.” Her voice was so very low and heated from her arousal.

Shit, she couldn’t say that kind of stuff to me, not unless she wanted me to blow my load before we even got started.

“I’m hard for you.” I opened my eyes. “Only you.”

After this night, I knew a lot of shit would come between us, but I was serious when I told her nothing would separate us. Even if we had to be apart for a year, I would come for her. I would come after her, because she was mine.

I leaned down again, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and just focused on making her feel good. Isabel moved her hand from between our bodies, gripped my biceps with her small hands, and dug her nails into my flesh. Fuck, but she felt so damn good.

Isabel opened her mouth wider, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her with slow sweeps of the muscle. With gentle licks on the inside of her mouth, I wanted to make her so ready for me there would me no resistance when I finally had my virgin cock in her virgin pussy.

The wet sound of our kiss filled my head, causing me to feel drunk, high ... shit, all of the above. She panted against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers. Gently, slowly, thrusting against her, my cock sliding through her soaked, slick cunt. God, I was losing my mind. My balls were drawn up to my body, and the need to just let go and come was pretty fucking strong. It was through sheer will alone—and the fact I wanted inside her so badly—that I was keeping it together.

I wanted us sweating, panting out in exertion as I claimed her, as she took my virginity, and I owned hers.

As I stared down at her breasts, my mouth watered at the sight of those red, hard nipples almost begging for me to suck on them. It overrode everything else in me. It was hard to go slow, take my time, and fully enjoy this while not rushing and giving her pleasure too. My body screamed to reach down and grab my cock, place it at her entrance, and pop her cherry at the same time I gave her mine.

I dipped my head low and dragged my tongue over one stiff peak, did the same thing to the other, and felt her jerk beneath me. That act had her pussy sliding up and down for a second on my cock, and I groaned. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked, her flavor sweet, addicting, and like nothing I’d ever had before. I could suck on her forever, just bathe myself in her scent and taste, but she was murmuring for more, to have me take her.

How could I deny my girl when I was being selfish in taking what I needed? I pulled back and watched as she licked her lips. I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became wet and red from the act.

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

I leaned back and braced my hands on the blanket beside her. A bed would obviously be more comfortable, but if my girl was into it then this is how it would be.

I lowered my head and ran my gaze along her belly, over the top of her mound covered by trimmed darker hair, and stared at what she’d revealed.

“God,” I said and ran a hand over my mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous here.” I ran my finger down her slit, her body trembling for me.

Her pussy lips were wet, pink, and swollen for me. It was all for me.

“You’re mine, Isabel.” My voice was harsh and gruff.

“I am yours,” she whispered.

“You were mine before you knew it.” I felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark my mate, to make it known that she was mine no matter what. I wanted to lick every inch of her body, wanted to memorize every dip and curve of her, but right now I needed to be inside of her.

I grabbed my cock, stroked myself a few times, and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so fucking good, like sweet musk that drove me insane.

That scent, the way she was so primed, was all for me.

“You’re fucking mine,” I said again, staring into her eyes. In one swift move, I buried my nearly ten inches into her wet, tight pussy.

“Oh, God,” she whispered and gripped the blanket beside her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. I stilled, my balls pressed against her ass, her inner muscle clenching around me. I wanted to fill her with my cum, watch it slip out of her when I pulled out. I wanted her to smell like me, and let every male know that they couldn’t have her. I stared down at where we were connected and rubbed my finger along her engorged clit, and lower still until I circled her pussy hole that I filled. Before I could pull away, she grabbed my wrist and pulled that soaked finger to her mouth. I watched with a slack jaw as she sucked on my finger, running her tongue along the digit and cleaning her juices off.