Page 51 of Love Bank
He didn’t wait for an answer. His hands bracketed my face, holding me still as he plundered my mouth, his tongue not asking for permission any longer. He was taking. He was consuming me.
And I fucking loved it.
His hips started to piston in and out, shallow thrusts that forced a string of moans out of my throat and into his mouth. He was everywhere, surrounding me and not giving me time or space separate from him. The hair on his chest tickled me as he moved, the hands only gripping me harder. The thrusts got deeper, the slide easier, and the sensation headier.
My arms slid around his back, holding him tighter to me. Then I got curious. One hand slid down his back and was just able to reach his ass. That globe of muscle, the one I’d admired behind his work pants, flexed hard with each thrust. My other hand got in on the action, syncing with his rhythm, pulling him into me harder, faster.
Bain ripped his mouth from mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck, before he pushed himself off the bed entirely and pulled out of me.
“No!” I whined, grasping for that trip to outer space that was just within my reach.
Bain stood by the bed, his neck straining, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the mile.
“Turn over.”
“Bain—”
“Just fucking turn over so I don’t hurt you, Lucy. We don’t need to argue about every damn thing!” He reached down and flipped me in a tangle of limbs.
I didn’t even get a protest out of my mouth before he climbed back over my body and between my legs. His big hands grabbed under my hips and pulled them up, my ass now in the air. My face was already pressed into the mattress, which hid my red cheeks. What was going on?
Bain slid back in, his whole body bracketing me, pressing me down into the soft mattress. He thrust harder this time, shaking the bed and creating a delicious slapping sound each time he connected with my cheeks. I felt full, but not overly stretched in this new position. It felt dirty. It was delicious.
An electric current amped up with each thrust and finally surged up my spine in a nanosecond and exploded in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode it out, wondering how soon we could do this all again.
A moan interrupted the pattern of his thrusts and I was vaguely aware it might have been me. I was still floating, enjoying little aftershocks of pleasure, when I felt Bain slam into me one last time, his grunt in my ear, his weight now fully on me. His breathing was harsh for long minutes after as we lay there.
“What are you smiling about?” he whispered, pushing my hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“That was really fun.” I blinked my eyes open and saw his head lying on the mattress, his face turned my way, his gaze traveling around my face in a caress far softer than I believed he was capable of. The truth was more nuanced. Sure, that was fun, but I was mostly feeling smug that I’d gotten the grumpy Bain to lose himself in me.
He smiled, that crooked nose doing nothing to take away from the handsome nature of his face. “Yeah, it was. Glad you said goodbye to your virginity?”
I was blushing, which was silly considering what we just did together.
“Hell, yeah. I think I found sexual heaven in Hell.”
Bain burst out laughing and placed a kiss on my head before pulling out and ordering me to stay put while he got a washcloth.
I rolled my eyes, but stayed put. For once.
19
Lucille
I left Bain’s bed soon after doing the dirty deed the night before, knowing I needed to get home to deal with my mom. She would’ve heard through the gossip grapevine about the attempted robbery at the clinic by then and be frantic with concern. Besides, I knew I couldn’t spend the night at a man’s house without getting the pinched face from her for days on end. Bain had agreed to drive me to get my car and then follow me home to make sure I got there safely only after I promised to meet him at Coffee the next morning before work for a quick breakfast.
I thought it strange he wanted to meet up, but the part of me that wanted more from him—more sex, not anything beyond that, of course—was delighted to accept his invitation. Which was why I was rushing to get to the shop on time, having overslept. Mom hounded me for close to an hour about every detail from the robbery. I appreciated her concern, but part of me wondered if her overattention was in part to make sure she got the details right when she spread the salacious news to her friends. Then I couldn’t get my eyes to shut as I lay in bed, the bigness of losing one’s virgin status keeping my mind spinning for hours after I should have been sleeping.
The girls had already pinged me five thousand times this morning in our group chat. Thankfully, they seemed more concerned with my wellbeing than the details of the robbery. My encounter with Bain sure distracted me after the robbery, but I could tell I’d be dealing with all of it today.
I passed Poppy at the four-way stop sign. I fluttered a hand in a good-morning wave, but I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for her. She stopped her postal service truck in the middle of her lane and leaned her head out. I hit the brakes and braced myself. Driving a convertible in a small town meant you were accessible at all times to neighborly conversation.
“I’ll be by the clinic a little early today. I expect a full report.”
Well, of course she did. She wasn’t the town gossip for nothing. She needed to get the details straight from the source if for no other reason than to best my mom.
Then she smiled. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Lucille.”
