It takes all my strength and courage as I step forward, reach up, and tiptoe to close the gap between Pyke and me. I tug his hair, clinging into him. Pressing my lips into his soft and slightly parted lips as he gasps in surprise. I brush my lips across him in a tentative motion. To my dismay, he’s not kissing me back.
Crap!
I release his hair from my grip, taking a step back.
“Is that all you’ve got, Camila?” His deep voice turns raspier, huskier, and even sexier.
My gaze pin on his blue-gray orbs, holding me captive and hypnotizing me. His eyes sparkle and his pupils dilate. My heart goes gallop when I feel his hand sliding on my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small whimper escapes from me.
Before I can breathe, his lips are already crashing against mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter closed, and I find myself kissing him back, making our lips move in sync. I gasp for air but I can’t pull away. I feel a sudden swirl at the pit of my stomach and a hot rush between my thighs.
A moan skips my mouth when he sucks my bottom lip, giving him entrance to slip his tongue into my mouth-it curls around in a teasing stroke. Our tongues meet and tangle. Our kiss turns deep and greedy-he nips my lower lip, pulls outward, then sucks it farther into his mouth. He licks before he releases my lip.
Pyke breaks our kiss with a deep guttural sound. “Babe.”
God, even his breathing smells good. We’re both panting. My eyes still close, feeling the vibrations in my body that makes my knees weaken. He plants a soft kiss again.
“If we won’t stop right now, I’m telling you I’m already losing my mind, Camila. This is the best feeling I’ve ever had, and I won’t regret if something’s gonna happen between us because let me tell you this, I’m in a second of ripping that dress off from you.”
My breathing hitches. When our gazes lock, his eyes flicker with lust and anticipation.
“Do it,” I find myself giving him an answer.
I want this. It’s been three weeks since l first met him, and there is something inside me screams for him, and I know that only Pyke can satisfy that needs.
“Do what, babe?”
“Rip my dress off from me.”
“Be careful-”
“What I wish for?” I look at him with all its intensity. “I know I’m playing with fire, but this is what I want, Pyke. One night with you-take it or leave me alone. No more teasing, no more bickering, and no more babe.”
“Camila…”
“Is it because of Kyland?”
He shakes his head.
“Then what is the problem? What’s stopping you? I won’t tell anyone if that’s the reason why you’re worried. You have my word.”
He doesn’t reply.
I release his hands on my waist and step back. I can see the pain in his eyes as I start to walk away, but he doesn’t stop me either. As I already feel the humiliation, I also feel frustrated and desperate at the same time.
“Lock the door before you go. Thanks for tonight, Pyke.” I sigh helplessly.
I know now the feeling of being rejected. I’ve never pushed myself to any man, only to him. I thought he never say no for sex-I was wrong.
I open my room and get inside, wiping the tears that fall from my eyes.
Kicking my shoes off, I throw my purse and flick on the lamp on my nightstand. I slipped condom inside and thought Pyke would make a move tonight. I zip the back of my dress and let it fall freely down my feet.
My body stiffs when a shadow appears on my door. I can hear my own heartbeat when I realize it’s him.
He’s still here.
Pyke saunters toward my direction and stops behind me. Leisurely, he pushes my hair to one side, then plants feather kisses on my shoulder up to my neck. My neck bends voluntarily, giving him more access.
My body hums with anticipation of what about to happen tonight. I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan as his hot breaths make me shiver and melt at the same time.
His hands slide freely on my exposed waist to my abdomen as he continues giving me soft kisses.
Effortlessly, he manages to unclasp my black strapless bra with a hand. My nipples pucker at the sudden exposure of my breasts.
“Babe, are you sure you wanna do this?” he whispers into my ear, making me gasp.
“N-never been sure.” My voice shakes as I turn around to face him. I’ve never been exposed like this to any man, but I’ve never felt ashamed of my body to anyone.
“Fuck, Camila.” He clenches his jaw. His eyes darken as he glances down from my face to my exposed breast, down to my abdomen, and to my black lace thong. Yes, I prepared myself for tonight.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans.
“But you’re not touching me.”
My hands slip inside his coat, touching his broad chest. He gasps when my hands find his belt. I slowly lower my fingers down to his bulge, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
“Stop teasing me, babe.” He quickly opens his eyes when he doesn’t feel my hands on him.
“Wanna play, huh?” smirking, he asks in a playful tone.
You started this, so, yes, Pyke. Let’s play.
He starts shrugging off his coat, throwing it down the floor. He loosens his tie, undoes the button of his shirt one at a time, unfastens his belt, zips down his pants, and tugs them all down to his feet, leaving only his boxers.
I’m literally drooling over him. My fingers itch to touch his well-defined muscles. He’s so beautiful-his deeply carved V and his huge bulge are on full display, making me difficult to tear my eyes away.
Grabbing my head without warning, he kisses me hungrily as he cradles me in his arms.
I yelp when my body bounces on my bed. In an instant, Pyke hovers on top of me. I gasp when he rubs his bulge harder between my thighs. My world spins. My muscles tighten. He finds my mouth again, kissing me harder, stealing my breath, consuming me with every move of his lips, sucking my tongue, and biting my bottom lip. My fingernails dig into his taut arms that possibly leave marks on his skin.
He sucks my chin, my jaw, down to my neck. Goosebumps crawl into my skin as he continues nibbling my earlobe.
“Sensitive?” he mumbles. “I’ll take my time in every inch of you, babe.” He cups my breasts, kneading them, stroking my nipples with his thumbs.
My head tilts back to my pillow in response.
“These tits that have been making me insane for three weeks.” He lowers his mouth to my breast, licking my nipple before sucking into his mouth. He looks at me with his lust-filled eyes as he continues sucking and nibbling my breast.
“Pyke.” Jesus, it feels so good. My toe curls, hands gripping his hair and wanting for more. “Oh, God!” I scream, cursing silently in disbelief.
His skillful mouth and tongue travel down my abdomen. I swallow hard, licking my dry lips.
What is he gonna do? Is this what I think it is?
“You’re beyond gorgeous. I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you. You’ve been in my fantasy since I met you. Every fucking night. Every fucking second of every day.”
I swallow hard again.
“Should I stop?”
I shake my head.
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
He chuckles. How he finds it funny when I can’t anymore form a word?
His fingers find the strap of my thong, slowly slipping down while he keeps watching me with intensity.
I don’t break eye contact, showing him the determination of what I’m going to do with him tonight. Nothing is going to stop me now. I need to do this.
He forms my thong into a ball then smirks-the smirk that makes my inner walls clench.
“Wet.” He grabs his pants, and I feel my face flush-can’t deny that I’m turned on.
I abruptly sit straight. Is he leaving?
“Lie down. I’m not going anywhere until I’m thoroughly done with you.” Good.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, oh.” I can hear the laugh in his voice.
My eyes almost pop from each socket when he slips down his boxers. He’s huge indeed-it bobs freely.
“Oh, my God!” My hands cover my mouth. “Is that an Apa?” I don’t know why I ask.
His shaft is pierced. A small bud shines through the light from the lamp on my bedside table.
“Have you seen like this before?”
“No!” I answer.
“Then how did you know?”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t answer, and I don’t wanna know.” He sounds annoyed, throwing condoms into my bed.
“I’ve never seen in real life, in fact, I’ve never touched a cock before,” I admit. This is ridiculous. “But girls like us talk, you know.” I shrug.
He freezes from crawling to my bed. “I knew it. Shit!” He swallows hard.
“You can go,” I say slowly. My voice is filled with disappointment as I cover myself my arms, suddenly feeling ashamed.
“I’m not leaving if you think I’m not gonna fuck you because you’re a virgin. I’ve been with a virgin once. I was a virgin at that time, too. I was fifteen,” he explains. “Now spread your legs for me, babe. I need to taste and eat you first.” My face heats even more to his bluntness.
I lie back down on the bed and spread my legs for him.
This is my only chance. I can do it. No more backing out.
“Wider, babe.”
“Can we just go to the-um.”
“To the?” He smirks.
“We don’t have to do this. This is too intimate.”
“And fucking you is not intimate?” he asks, still smirking. “I’m not asking you to do the favor.”
My chest tightens, but I let my legs spread wider and let the cool air hit my wet core.
“Fucking beautiful. Look at those lips, glistening with your wetness, and so ready for me. I can’t wait to finally taste you.” He licks his lips, moving closer between my legs.
I bite my lip. I feel his nose running on my exposed core.
“Pyke!”
“You smell so good, so addicting.” His warm breathing ignites every nerve in my body.
I gasp, gripping the sheet into fists when his tongue runs down my wet lips. I feel my sensitive spot pulses wildly while his fingers skillfully spread my slits.
His tongue touches my hard nub lightly, making me squirms. “Don’t move, babe. Close your eyes and just enjoy it. You’ll gonna love it.” You have no idea.
He laps his tongue from my opening to my sensitive nub.
“Oh god!” I find myself screaming.
He laps it harder in and out and up-down stroke. I gasp and moan. His hot mouth sucks mine, swirling his tongue around my sensitive part until my eyes roll back.
Pressure forms in my lower belly, making my inner muscles clench. Pyke groans in response, sending vibrations to my being causing my world utterly stop as I explode into a thousand lights.
“Are you okay?” I’m still catching my breath when I hear him speak.
Pyke swollen lips press against mine as he cages me with his arms. His chest rubs against my nipples, creating frictions-making it more sensitive. I can smell myself in him. I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Oh, God!” His eagerness surprises me as I feel his finger penetrating my tight opening.
“Is this too much?”
“No, I want you now,” I whisper.
He chuckles, rewarding me a kiss on my lips, “I don’t want to hurt you. I need to stretch you first.”
“I want you now, please.”
Our eyes locked as he rubs his length in my wet entrance-up and down, coating himself with my wetness, and I grind, encouraging him to move.
“Greedy much, babe?” he asks.
“Not funny.”
His muscles taut, jaw clenches as he begins to push his tip inside me then he pulls himself out.
“Let me adjust.” He takes a deep breath. “Give me a sec, babe. I’m gonna explode right now if you keep on doing like that. I doing my best to control myself since from that event.”
“Stop talking.” I feel the coldness of his pierced in my opening. My mouth gapes when he pushes inside, repeating it slowly.
“Pyke, condom!”
“Fuck! I’m sorry.” He quickly pulls out, taking a condom that he threw earlier into my bed. Tearing it with his teeth, he rolls it into his thick and beautiful length.
“I’m sorry, babe. It slipped off my mind.” He positions himself on me again. His eagerness swells my heart, then pushes into me.
“You’re gripping me already.” His facial muscles tense. “Fuck me!” He groans louder.
My hands grip his arms as the pain of the intrusion intensifies. I lose my words.
“Fuck! Babe, claw me, dig your nails against my skin, scratch me, I don’t fucking care. I want you to mark me as a reminder that tonight is not a dream.” His face turns red, beads of sweat forms on his forehead. Each thrust goes a little deeper, stretching me wider.
My fingers dig on his back as he completely fills me in. My eyes flutter closed. It feels so good-amazingly good. And I’m completely lost and overwhelmed.
“Christ, babe!”
“It hurts, Pyke, but if you won’t move it will hurt me more,” I say through gritted teeth, determined to finish what we started. I find my teeth sinking against his shoulder to stop from screaming.
“Christ!” he hisses. “Babe, are you okay?”
“Stop asking! I’m not gonna die right now. Just move!”
His body shakes-laughing at me. “I’ve always thought of you this feisty, but it fucking turns me on.” He kisses my lips and thrusts slowly. “Christ! This is fucking amazing! So fucking amazing.”
He thrusts a little faster this time. “You feel so good. Open your eyes, babe. Look at me.”
My eyes lock with his-they’re burning with heat and thick with desire. After all my fighting against the tensions, it finally gives me such an emotional relief.
Each thrust goes deeper, harder as we begin to move in unison. My brain turns hazy when the pressure starts forming again-it makes me dizzy with pleasure-so intense that I can barely breathe.
“Come with me, Camila,” Pyke chokes out.
I moan loudly, meeting his deep thrust, and I barely register when I hit my climax, and Pyke’s body crashes down on top of me with a heavy breath.