Page 5 of Falling for You

I didn’t think I had a chance with her, which is why I danced with the blonde, trying my fucking hardest to get into it and forget about the beauty, until I saw the bride-to-be leave with a guy I’m presuming was her husband-to-be. The redhead that I couldn’t take my eyes off walked off to the bar alone, and I knew I wasn’t the only guy in the room wanting some time with her.

I had to react quickly before any other fucker got to her, not even caring that I’d just walked away from the blonde trying to grind on my leg to get herself off; my only focus was on the redhead, and I’m pretty sure I beat three guys.

For two fucking hours, we didn’t leave the dance floor, our bodies connected the whole time, and when our eyes collided, it was like she was the only girl in the room, and it scared the living shit outta me, yet I couldn’t let her walk away.

I knew I needed her, and instead of listening to my instincts and running like my ass is on fire, I basically pleaded with her to come back to my place, something again, I’ve never done before. Not only have I never pleaded with a woman, but I’d normally book a hotel suite and allow them to have breakfast on my tab while I leave, never returning to the same girl, especially when most of the women I meet, if not all, are puck bunnies.

My apartment is my sanctuary; my niece stays there when my sister needs a little break, and I’m not at away games.

Women are not welcome, yet here I am, bringing this gorgeous redhead home with me, not even knowing her name, but it feels right, like she was meant to be behind me on my bike, to be in my space, and holy shit, that is a terrifying thought.

I swallow hard as I pull into the garage of my building on the Upper East Side of New York, trying to eliminate the lump forming in my throat while my palms sweat.

Fuck I’m nervous, something I’ve never been before with a woman; I don’t even get nervous before a game anymore, yet knowing I’m about to be inside this gorgeous girl, I’m fucking terrified of fucking it up because I know I want more than one night with her, something I’ve never wanted before, too busy living the good life.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I pull up in my space and switch off my bike, but the gorgeous woman behind me doesn’t move, I feel her shaking just a little. My nerves disappear as I grin, realizing she’s never been on a bike.

“Good to know,” I mutter as I remove my helmet, hang it on the handlebars, and place my hands on hers around my waist tightly. Smiling, I gently unhook them and climb off without kicking her in the face.

That wouldn’t be a good fucking start to the night, that’s for sure.

Grinning, I gently unstrap her helmet, something my sister forced me to buy and leave under my seat, hoping it’ll force me to find a woman, and remove it before our eyes connect and nothing but electricity builds between us. I lick my bottom lip because fuck me, she is gorgeous sitting astride my bike, her hair messy around her face.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can climb off,” she admits with a blush, and my grin forms into a smirk.

Fuck, she’s cute.

“I can help with that,” I say cockily before I gently wrap an arm around her waist and pick her up off my bike, making her gasp and wrap her arms around my neck. Instead of placing her feet on the floor, I use my free hand and grip her thigh, bringing her body around so her chest is pressed against mine, helping her wrap a leg around my waist. She follows suit with the other, making my cock twitch.

Her eyes are wide when they meet mine, I smile softly before leaning forward and pressing my lips against hers and straight away, she parts her luscious lips. I groan at the taste of strawberries that hits my taste buds as my tongue tangles with hers, our kiss deepening, sending shivers down my spine as everything comes into place and the quietness I experience when I’m on the ice consumes me. Without thinking I blindly walk us towards my private elevator.

Not missing a beat, using the bike keys in my hand underneath this gorgeous girl’s luscious ass, I press them against the scanner before the doors open. I walk us inside, instantly pushing her against the wall.

I groan as she grips my hair, and my balls tighten. I know I can’t wait for the forty-eight floors to be inside this woman, and I quickly move a hand between us and grip her panties, and hell yes, they are fucking soaked.

Pure lust takes over as I tear the wet material from her body, making her moan into my mouth, I swallow the sounds and blindly undo my jeans, pulling my rock-hard cock out of its confines, the tip already pouring with precum.

I don’t think about protection, I don’t think about where we are, all I can focus on is this woman and my cock being inside her, the need to claim her, hitting me hard, and I place the tip ofmy cock at her entrance and without a second thought, I thrust forward hard, tearing through a barrier.

The beauty gasps, breaking our kiss, and I freeze as the realization hits me hard.

“Fuck,” I choke and press my face onto her shoulder, keeping very fucking still. “You should have told me you were a virgin,” I rasp.

She gasps, “Would that have changed anything?”

I look at her and smirk and admit, “No,” making her grin, “but I would have at least waited until we got to my room, or I would have tried to anyway and got you ready.”

She giggles, and I groan at how her walls tighten around my cock, making her laugh louder.

“I feel like I should know your name with you being inside me and taking my virginity,” she says breathlessly, and I laugh at the spitfire.

“You’re a little Firecracker, aren’t you?” I ask smirking.

“Not really,” she admits, and my smirk turns into a smile as I lean forward and gently kiss her lips, trying to gently moving my hips to test her pain levels, all while my balls beg to burst knowing her virgin blood is coated on my cock.

I never had a virgin before, never wanted one, but fuck am I glad I got her.

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