Page 25 of Made For Ruin

“Yeah,” I say, glancing at the bed. “Just taking it all in.”

It’s impossible not to imagine what’s about to happen there. I’ve never done this before, and the thought of doing it with Marcus is equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. He’s older andexperienced, and I can’t help but wonder if he’ll think I’m too young, too naive.

He chuckles softly. “Yeah. Me too.”

And then he’s kissing me again.

I melt into him instantly, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as he pulls me flush against his body. He tastes like whiskey and mint, a heady combination that makes my head spin. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I let out a small moan, pressing closer.

But as his hands start to roam, skimming over my sides and dipping beneath the hem of my shirt, a sudden wave of panic crashes over me.

“Wait,” I gasp out. “I... I need to tell you something.”

Marcus stills. “What’s wrong?”

I swallow hard.

“Um, nothing’s wrong exactly.“ I take in a shaky breath. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Not even with Axel?”

“No.” I drop my gaze to his chest, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “We fooled around a little, but we had been friends for so long it was always a little awkward. We never, you know, went all the way.”

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want to what?”

“Go all the way.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly. “But I don’t know if I’ll be able to.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?”

I shake my head, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his penetrating gaze.

“I’ve tried to make myself come on my own,” I admit quietly. “But I’m always so tired and stressed. I can never quite get there.”

Something flares in Marcus’s eyes.

“Lay back on the bed, baby. Spread your legs for me, baby.”

My heart pounds as I do as he says.

I sink onto the soft quilt and let my thighs fall open. I’m acutely aware of how exposed I am like this, wearing nothing but his shirt and my damp panties. But there’s no judgment in Marcus’s eyes as he looks at me. Only appreciation and a heat that makes my core throb.

He kneels between my legs, his big hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the shirt out of the way. I tremble under his touch, equal parts nervous and aroused. When his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, I lift my hips automatically, letting him drag them down and off.

“I’m going to make you come, Lainey,” Marcus says. “The only rule is that I get to put my mouth and hands anywhere I want. Is that okay with you?”

Heat flares low in my belly.

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere. On your pretty tits, your tight little ass...” His hand skims up my inner thigh. “And this sweet, virgin pussy. You’re going to let me lick it and suck it and fuck it with my tongue until you scream. Got it?”

My head spins with the filthy promises spilling from his lips.

“Yes. I’ve got it.”

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