Page 61 of Scoreless Nights

“I’ve never not used protection, Lil. I’m good.”

My hands held onto his face as he held his body above mine. His cock was starting to nudge at my entrance, and we were both losing control by the second.

Leaning up, I kissed him, then widened my legs, creating space for him to nestle between them and ease his way into my body.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“Then don’t let it be someone else.”

My words made him finally push into me, little by little. He was easy, but it was making his arms shake and face start to sweat. I wiped his brow with my hand and then pulled him back down to kiss me again, hoping to take his mind off the control he was using. I could take the pain, I just wanted to feel him.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he mumbled before pushing into me harder, enough to make me burn with pain and scream into his mouth. He pulled away and buried his head into my neck while he pushed a little more, and I bit down on his shoulder.

Within minutes, he started to move again, and the pain that had flashed was quickly becoming pleasure. My body was molding to him, and I was so wet that the ease of the way he glided in and out of me, got easier and easier.

“Cruz?” I whined.

“I’m here, baby.” He lifted his head, kissing my face all over as his hips found a steady rhythm.

Tears sprang into my eyes, the moment being so much more than losing my virginity, or starting a new page in my life. It was Cruz and me, together, so gentle and so loving. My heart was going to beat out of my chest, not just from pleasure, but from how much I was falling for Cruz.

Or how much I was finally admitting to myself what he meant to me. Because he was always something more than I ever admitted.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, the tears falling down my cheeks.

Cruz ran his bottom lip along my tear stains and kept them from falling. “So good.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing,” I admitted.

“You’re perfect. Just let me do the work. Let me move inside your body and build you up.”

My arms were wrapped around his shoulders and I held on tighter, taking his words to heart. His lips were skimming me all over, occasionally stopping at mine before running back down my neck. His hips kept the same pace and I could feel the tension building in my core.

When I started to squeeze him, he could feel it, and moaned into my mouth before speeding up his thrusts. The harder he went, the more I felt my body starting to pulse, and I couldn’t believe I was about to come from a moment that I thought would be nothing but painful.

“Cruz?” I cried again, not knowing what else to say.

“That’s it,” he gritted between his clenched teeth. “That’s my girl.”

I started to lose control and came, clenching around him and making him follow me as we peaked together. The room was full of our loud moans and heavy breathing. I held on tightly to his shoulders, not wanting there to be any space between us.

When he finally slowed, I expected him to pull from my body and get up, but he let his weight down on top of me and slid his arms under my back. His chest was heaving hard, and I took a hand to my heart to make sure it was still inside my own chest. If his athletic body was struggling, I was sure mine had ripped apart all together.

“Lil?” he spoke into my neck. “You can’t let anyone else near this pussy. Ever.”

I laughed, because it felt like he was joking, or speaking in jest, but he lifted his head and locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed my laughter, but didn’t respond. He may have felt at that moment that it was possible, but nothing about us had changed.

* * *

Cruz and I slept in each other’s arms. I was sore between my legs, and saw the evidence of my virginity on the tip of his dick when he pulled out of me. But he was attentive and unbothered by those small reminders. He had made sure I had a cool rag, water, and slippedhisjersey over my head before pulling me against him.

When the alarm started blaring, he reached around trying to find my phone and then handed it to me without letting me go.

“I have to get up,” I pouted, looking at his closed eyes.

He peeked them open and smiled before closing them tightly again. “No.”

I pushed his shoulders and laughed, wiggling my way out of his hold. “I have another interview today.”

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