Page 19 of Dirty Filthy Boy
"You drive me crazy, you know, with your soft hair, pouty lips, and milky skin." He puts his lips to my neck, and I shiver. "You smell so good."
I'm trembling beyond control. My body flares up into a fiery need. I want him. I want this man more than my next breath. But there's something he must be made to understand.
"I'm not a groupie."
"Oh, sweetheart, of course you're not. You're sunshine and rainbows and everything that's right in this world."
"Ty?"
"Say, yes, sweetheart. Say yes, and I'll give you anything you want."
I don't breathe a word, but let my body do the talking for me. Interpreting my silence as consent, he slowly strips me of my sweater, my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a pink bra and panties.
"Look at you. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here."
His lips flatten. "I've never brought a woman here."
"You haven't?"
"No. You're the first."
He hasn't kissed me, but that's gotta be worth something. "Take off your shirt."
One handed, he rips it off in the way guys do oh so very well, and my breath cuts short. Ty clothed is one thing. But bare chested, he's magnificent. Hard pecs, huge arms. And his abs? I could do a week's worth of laundry on those ridges.
"MacKenna, baby, say yes. I can't do it unless you agree."
I let out a shaky sigh and, even though I know better, breathe out one, single word. "Yes."
One handed, he picks me up, walks to the sofa, and lays me down, gently, like I'm a porcelain doll. His hand flicks off my bra. Next instant his mouth's on my breast, suckling, teasing. I'm writhing beneath him, wanting more. I'm not a virgin, but don't have much experience. And I never felt this way before. The boy back home who took my virginity was in too much of a hurry. Doubt he even knew how to pleasure a woman, But Ty? He's good at this. He knows football and apparently he knows women too. They don't go to bed with him just to notch up a score. They do it because they know how good he is.
He kisses down my belly, he's headed down to—
I gasp. "Wait."
"What?" He looks up, his gaze so heated.
"I need to shower before you do . . . That." I can't even say the word.
"Oh, honey, you're going to taste like heaven. I just know it."
He comes to his feet, strips off his jeans. He's wearing nothing but skin underneath. "Tell me you're not a virgin."
His hard on is huge, beyond huge. I didn't know they came that big. "I'm not." I choke out.
"Thank you, God." He fishes out a condom from his jeans pocket—does he travel with those things?—and rolls it over his massive hard on.
"Ty?" I gulp. "I don't think. I'm not sure about this." I can't keep my eyes off his cock. Has it gotten bigger than a second ago?
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll go slow, even if it fucking kills me."
Tearing off my panties, his mouth dives into my pussy—licking me, sucking me, tasting me. And it feels good. So good I wrap my hands around his hair and tug, every time lightning shoots through me. "Ty, ohmygod, Ty."
He widens my legs, positions his erection notches it in. "Slowly, slowly." He says to himself.
I whimper, not with hurt because right now just the rim of his penis inside me feels so good. I think I'll die with pleasure. Hope I don't because I want to know what happens next.
