“I have condoms,” he says. Perhaps he thinks that’s the reason for my hesitation.
Tell him who you are, Paisley.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He nods and hurries over to a drawer beside the bed and takes a condom out of a black box with the word SKYN on it.
“I’m sorry. I’m drunk.” He steps out of his briefs.
My eyes widen at the sheer size of his cock.Wow!Boyles was only half his size.Should I tell him I’m new to this?
“I’m new to sex.” The words just sort of gush out of my mouth.
Hercules pauses in the middle of rolling the condom up his humongous dick. “Are you a virgin?” He seems more sober when he asks that than he has been since he and Nero moseyed over to sit at our booth.
“No, but I’ve only been with one person and fairly recently.”
“Oh,” he says, sounding relieved. “I’ll take it easy if you want. That won’t be hard to do.” His eyes smolder when he looks at me. “You’re very sensual.” His smirk makes me cream. “I like that.”
My body tingles as his erection is aimed at me. Then Hercules Valentine reaches down, takes my bikini panties by the strings, and slides them down my legs. I’m wet enough to moisten the inside of my thighs. I’m sure I’ve oozed onto his bed.Embarrassing. But I can’t help it. I’m so turned on.
“Has anyone gone down on you before?” he asks.
Boyles tried. All I felt was his mouth giving me a tongue bath.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Not really.”
Hercules nods as if my answer is sufficient. Here he comes, face-first. He curls his arms around my thighs, and I lie back. At first contact, I cry out. That intense sensation I felt in the car when he rubbed me soars through my mound. He intensifies his stimulation. Gasping like a fish out of water, I try to see what’s happening. What the fuck is he doing to me?
“Shit,” I whimper, breathless.
Though I’m twisting and turning, he holds my lower half firmly in place. There’s no fleeing. I can’t stop my burning sighs and convulsive gasps as those building blocks of pleasure return to my vag for a second time today. The sensation is too intense. Euphoria soars through me. I claw at the sheets, grab at his strong shoulders, run my fingers through his hair, and then…explosion!
“Ahh!” I scream.
My thighs quiver, and I see nothing but white. Now I know what they’re mimicking in movies. All of their moaning, sighing, fluttering eyebrows, and sucking air make sense.
“You’re so fucking ready, baby,” he whispers.
He called me baby. Hercules Valentine referred to me as his baby.
My heart melts. When he slides up between my thighs, spreading them, not only am I still reeling from that fiery orgasm but I also feel like I’m completely his. And then it happens so fast. His dick climbs through me, and I’m being carefully filled by the boy I’ve loved from the moment I laid eyes on him. I hug him tight. My arms possess him. My breathing shudders, and my eyes are closed tightly as Hercules stretches me in places Boyles’s dick couldn’t reach.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I open my eyes. His gaze is lidded.Sexy.I nod.
He kisses me gently. I glide my tongue across his lower lip. That’s something I’ve been wanting to do since high school.
“Ooh,” I grunt as he thrusts in and out of me.
Gentle burning gives way to intensifying pleasure. Our tongues roll around each other. I rake his lower lip through my teeth before I pull his tongue deep into my mouth. When I come up for air, he does the same.
“You feel so damn good,” he whispers as his dick plunges deeper into my wetness.
“Ah…” I feel that. “Again. Deeper.”
He does it again, and deep. I cry out. I want more. I want to feel him now and forever.
