“You don’t want sand in that sweet pussy,”he says, dropping down over me, propping himself up on his elbows. His chest presses into mine, our naked bodies cold but damp from a thin sheen of sweat, no doubt from the alcohol and adrenaline. I feel him between my legs, heavy and hot, thick and tempting. He kisses me, asking me one more time if I’m sure.
“I’m sure,” I tell him, almost ready to come just from the friction of his body against mine. “Please,” I beg, “do it.”
He nods, reaching between us, the feel of him readying himself for entrance making my head spin. I’m really going to have sex. I’m doing it. And with a beautiful guy like Reed? On a beach? Holy shit. A tear slips free, and I hope he doesn’t see it, but he kisses my cheek where it rolls.
“This night is perfect,” I explain, and he nods, as if this night means as much to him as it does to me. Maybe it does. It likely doesn’t. Either way, I will never forget it.
His blue eyes lock onto mine, and he watches my face as he slowly pushes inside me. My body tenses, my pussy wanting to keep him out, tightening, afraid of the intrusion. But I take a deep breath and spread my legs wider, my heels dragging in the cold sand. He presses on, driving himself deeper, pushing into my tightness with an errant groan.
“Jesus, Viv, you’re so tight. Your pussy is so, so tight.”
Having him inside me while he says such dirty things drives me wild. Though the feel of his size is painful, I hook my ankles at his back and drive him deeper inside me.
“This is my first time,” I whisper, reaching down to relieve the pressure in my clit. A physical, dull ache rolls around in my clit, my pussy burning from the stretch of his thick cock. But the thrill, the excitement, Reed—all of itmakes me want more, to push through the pain and learn how to take pleasure.
He doesn’t say anything in response, but instead changes his rhythm, which sends my self control straight out the window. “Reed,” I whimper, my fingers tracing circles around my clit, my orgasm coming fast. “I’m gonna come,” I tell him as my toes curl and my spine stiffens.
“I wanna feel it,” he says, his chest heavy against mine as he drives his hips into me harder, with more force, more momentum, more urgency.
One more stroke of my clit and my legs flex and tighten, my stomach clenches and my pussy pulses, tightening all around his cock as I come in volatile, thrashing waves. He fucks me while I come, and just as I think I can’t possibly come again, Reed warns me.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” he groans, his eyes still open and on me as the first splash of heat hits my insides. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, feeling his cock throb and judder inside my body. The pain is there, but more than pain, there’s so much pleasure. His cum slips out, dripping down my thighs as he thrusts through his orgasm, filling me.
Panting, he drags his mouth to my nipple, sucking on it a moment before kissing his way up my chest and throat, finally making it to my mouth.
“You were so good,” he utters, kissing me over and over. I sift my fingers through his hair, smiling against his lips.
“You, too,” I tell him, then we both laugh a little, because how would I know? “I may not have been with anyone before you but what I felt–You were so good. Perfect.”
He slides out, and holds his cock in one hand, using hisother to carefully trace the streaks of my virginity that paint his shaft. “You bled,” he murmurs, trailing the crimson, bringing a finger to the moonlight, staring at the blood.
A thought crashes into me, stealing my breath. “We didn’t use a condom.”
Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t read it. Fear? Regret? I don’t know.
“It was my first time,” I reason, wanting so badly to drift back into the ethereal happiness I was in just a moment ago. “No one gets pregnant the first time.”
Reed runs the pad of his thumb down his cock, swiping away the last traces. “You gave me something special tonight, and I won’t forget it.”
Emotion clogs my throat. I realize we just met. But this moment feels so big, something that's meant to mean more. Reed is someone I’ll never forget, no matter what. I smile, because it’s all I can do.
Using my panties to clean me up a little, he extends his hand to me. I take it, savoring his rougher, larger palm enveloping mine as he helps me up, snatching my dress off the ground next. He dusts it off and helps me back into it, including tying the corset front. I watch him gather his clothes, full of sand, and dust them off, smirking at me. I admire him as he redresses.
“Let’s go back and have one more drink before you have to go, okay?” he asks, nudging his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
I nod. It’s gotta be well after nine, maybe even ten. Even if my dad gets mad, it was so worth it.
Chapter Six
Vivienne
“You’re not going to sleep all day after what you pulled last night,” my father’s voice penetrates the ache in my skull, sinking right into my sore, overworked brain.
I blink one eye open but immediately close it because the room is way too bright. “Turn off the light,” I croak, discovering my voice hoarse and my throat sore.
“It’s not a light, Vivienne Lucille, it’s the sun pouring in the window. And the sun is pouring in because it’s eight o’clock in the morning.”
He says it like eight is actually noon is disguise, but he’s also got that angry flare in his voice. The flare he uses when he’s on a work call and someone has overstepped, the same tone he takes with subordinates he punishes.