Me.
I snuck my hand between our bodies to grasp his thick erection. Adrenaline and nerves pumped through my veins as I tried to line him up where he belonged, the thick tip nudging too high, then too low until finally, finally, he was there. The big mushroom head dipped the barest inch inside, more like a friendly kiss than anything.
Dex slid an arm under my ass to hold my weight, the other one crossing my back diagonally so that his palm cupped my shoulder, bringing our chests flush. "Here, Ritz?" he asked in a husky voice, sinking an inch deeper into me. The fingers on my shoulder tightened.
The choice was mine.
He could do this, here in his bathroom—not even in the shower—or... somewhere else. His bedroom. Wherever. I knew Dex well enough that I was sure if I told him I wanted to have him taking my virginity officially in a different place, that he'd do it.
But I didn't care. Not at all. It—me—I was his. Here. In his bedroom. On the couch. It didn't matter.
My answer was crafted into a nip at the column of his throat right by Uriel.
Dex groaned, thrusting what felt like half of his stiff cock into me so slowly, so precisely, it only felt uncomfortable as he went where no man had gone before. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," he hissed, loud, kissing my neck with more than just his tongue and lips.
"Okay?" I asked him, which seemed ridiculous when he looked up at me with a pained expression.
His dark blue eyes were heavy, the rough line of his jaw locked. He flexed his hips, letting himself sink in another inch. "You’re perfect, honey. So goddamn perfect." His hips withdrew almost completely before he pushed back in with a care and a patience he usually didn't possess. It was only a small, breathless huff that gave away the battle going on beneath his skin.
Breathing in and out of my mouth, I tried to relax around him, feeling that huge, blunt dick split me around its solid shape. With two more planned, short thrusts, Dex had filled me to the hilt. I could feel the cool metal of his piercing grazing me. It wasn't painful exactly, more strange than anything as he stood there completely still while I flexed my inner muscles around him, experimentally, earning a rough grunt.
"Don't," he hissed through clenched teeth.
I stopped and kissed his throat. "Tell me if I do something wrong," I whispered, keeping myself still.
Dex sighed, tilting his mouth down to kiss me sweetly. "It feels like you're wringin’ the cum right outta my cock when you do that."
I guess that sounded like a good thing. Right?
Instinct struck and I did it again. Dex let out a low noise that went straight to the bundle of nerves between my legs. "Baby," he moaned, hiking me up higher in his arms.
Dex tilted away from me just a few inches, letting my shoulders settle back against the wall as he thrust in and out, one inch, two inches, three... That pretty pink cock impaling me each time.
A slow, steady withdrawal and push between my legs that left me achy and needy, the tight discomfort dissipating with each thrust. He bit at my lips, alternating between sucking one and then the other as he moved. Soon, too soon, the awkward feeling had practically disappeared until something hot and wonderful clenched my belly.
"Dex," I gasped. "Please."
The hand on my shoulder squeezed as he bit my earlobe, tilting his hips at even more of an angle. The movement was more of a low bounce, picking me up and down over him, never more than a couple inches at a time. But the angle, holy crap.
Holy friggin' crap.
The angle made the tiny studs at the base of his cock grind against my clit. Every. Single. Time. Rub, rub, rub.
I threw my head back against the wall and gasped out his name.
"Fuck...fuck...baby..." he hissed through clenched teeth. His hips pumped faster, still an inch, two inches, three inches. The long shaft stayed buried in me, stretching me around his thick cock. "Too good.”
Heat burst between my legs, shooting up my spine, down my legs as his piercing hit my clit roughly over and over again. Then, all of my nerves went galactic. My entire body exploded with electricity and fireworks that couldn't be described, blood pounded through my ears and I went deaf.
I didn't hear the loud choke that squeezed from Dex's throat, or the grunts that he pitched as his thrusts turned frantic, jerky. I didn't see his wild eyes turn down to look at where we were joined, to see him lose his mind as he watched his length disappear. I didn't hear the sound of pleasure that poured from him as he came, warmth and wetness flooding me.
Dex pumped his hips slowly, his breaths hard and gasping as he shifted our combined weight again to press my back securely against the wall. His chest was flat to mine, all sweaty and panting. I squeezed my legs around his hips, his cock jerking inside of me. I rested my face to the side of his as I caught my breath.
The hand on my shoulder made a slippery slide up and down my ribs, coming to rest on the nape of my neck. From the waist up, we were wrapped up in each other, and if I could, I'm sure I could have felt the pounding of his heart on my own skin.
I took a deep breath and pressed my lips to his Adam's apple. "Can we do that again soon?"
A chuckle rose up from him, loose and happy, as he rubbed the side of his stubbled face against mine. "You've gotta be the best thing I never knew I wanted."
Oh man.
I was suddenly way too glad that he couldn't see the huge smile that overwhelmed my face. Telling him that he was sweet didn't seem like something he'd like to hear, so I kept my mouth shut and kissed the line of his jaw instead. I wanted to tell him that he was the best thing I never thought I'd have but I kept that to myself. It felt like too much right then.
Too much emotion for one day.
"That wasn't the way I planned for this to go," he panted.
"It's okay." I kissed his chin. "I'm not going anywhere." Permanently at least, my brain chose to remind me.
"Fuck yeah." Dex nipped at my ear once more. "Gotta put you down," he said in a way that sounded apologetic. "You made me cum like a freight train, baby. It's a miracle I haven't dropped you yet."
He was right, at least I expected he was after he'd put me down on my feet and pulled out, a gush of liquid seeped out, wetting my inner thighs. Realization slammed into me.
Shit. Shit!
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my temples. "Dex, I'm not on any birth control."
He made a humming noise as he brought his hands up to cup my face with those darkened, tattooed hands. He stroked the top of my head. "I'm fuckin' up all kinds of shit tonight. I'm sorry, baby. Didn't even think about it." He wrapped my hair around his fist, bright blue eyes intent on my own. "I’ve always been careful. You don't got anything to worry about," Dex promised.
Nothing to worry about. Oh bloody hell.
There were very few things I remembered about the semester of health class that I took, but the safe sex class was recorded in there. Safe sex, they’d stressed. You don’t want to end up pregnant or taking meds the rest of your life.
"Baby." He pulled on my hair. "Nothin' to worry about. I’ve never…” Dex looked awkward for a moment, because yeah, I definitely wanted to hear about him having sex with other people right after he was with me. Not. “You’re the only one. Ever. We'll figure out the rest, all right?"
Well, it was done and over with. My period was coming in no time, so my chances of ovulating...I should be fine. Plus, I was ‘the only one.’ He wouldn’t lie to me about something so personal. The calm look on Dex's face was my reassurance that things would be okay. At least this something would be okay, maybe not everything in general.