He froze. It was every muscle tensing, sniper mode. Even his fingers inside me remained still. He let go of my wrists and grabbed my chin. “You a virgin, Georgie?”
“Well, if you mean have I ever had a cock inside me—no.”
His eyes narrowed, jaw pulsed and he looked intense. He tightened his grip on my chin. “Why?”
Because I had been a girl with a crush that got out of hand. I’d tried to have sex, but I always stopped before it got too far. It never felt right.
He pushed his finger in me a little further. “This,” he said. “You were going to give it to Lionel?”
I shrugged. That had been the idea that night, along with my assignment. I had some explaining to do about Lionel, but with his fingers inside me, I wasn’t saying shit.
“Georgie,” he warned.
I was losing the ache and it was being replaced with pissy. “Seriously, Deck. You’re bringing this up now with your fingers inside me and your cock hard against my thigh.”
“Were you?” He kept his voice calm although it was laced with anger. I knew Deck well enough to know this was really pissing him off. “I’m putting my cock in you no matter what, but I want to hear it from you.”
“God, do you have to take every ounce of pride away from me?”
“It’s not pride I’m taking, Georgie. It’s every fuckin’ thing. Told you that. We don’t go back from here. The bullshit you’ve been throwing around ends. The lies,” he paused and I flinched under him, “now I get to stop it.”
“Stop what?”
He ignored me. “Were you?”
His fingers curled slightly inside me and I clenched around him. His brows lowered and he scowled. “Fine. Yes. I thought about it, but I couldn’t go through with it. I wanted it to be you. It had to be you. I knew since the day I came home from school and you gave me that bowl of ice cream. You scared the crap out of me, but that moment … I saw something in you. It was so clear to me, the sweetness lingering in your eyes, the concern and yeah, the anger was there, but it was all for me.”
Deck let go of my chin, his mouth slamming down on mine and our lips came together in a welding of heat. His thumb circled my clit and I moaned as the ache turned to an intense throb and I tightened around him.
His weight grew heavier still and his hand roamed across my skin, touching every part of me as he kissed me. I bit his lip and he growled, the pressure of his thumb stopping. I arched into him, shifting to the side, trying to get him to rub me again.
He pulled back and I was suddenly cold as his body left me and slipped off the bed. He picked up his jeans, reached into a pocket and pulled out a square package. He ripped it open and I watched as he slid the condom on.
Our eyes met. “You trust me?” he asked.
He was the only person I did trust.
“I need to hear you say it.”
Goddamn, Deck. “Yeah. I trust you.”
He gave a curt nod and then he lifted me up, placing me further up on the bed. His heat covered me again and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him while he teased me with the tip of his cock before he rubbed it against my opening. Then he flexed his hips forward and he slipped inside.
His eyes never left me as he edged in further. I closed my eyes at the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Relax.” It was an order and I wanted to smack him, but instead, I did exactly like he wanted and my thigh muscles loosened.
He pushed further in and I moaned at the discomfort and the pleasure. His fingers began playing with me again and the tension in my belly started to build. Soon, it was me arching and pushing him in further.
I’d gotten myself off numerous, okay, thousands of times, but having Deck inside me and the pressure, the pulsating—it was completely different. Overpowering. Jesus, Deck was overpowering.
He lowered his mouth over mine and I sighed, loving the harsh assault. Then his hips shot forward and my cry vibrated into his mouth.
Holy hell, it was like a knife just ripped through me. I tried to get away. I wanted him out of me; it was uncomfortable and hurt and I didn’t like it.
But Deck remained still on top of me and kissed me. Then when I stopped fighting, he trailed kisses over my face. “That’s it. Breathe.” He caressed my hair and it was the sweetest gesture I ever had from Deck. I leaned into him and closed my eyes, letting my body adjust to the thickness of his cock deep inside.
“You good?”
I still throbbed but it wasn’t as bad now and when his finger started playing with me again, the pain and discomfort was replaced with pulsating and building. I tilted my pelvis and he got the hint, moving slowly and steadily inside me.
“Baby,” I moaned as he slipped in and out, wetness clinging to him.
He lifted up on his hands on either side of me and then pulled out further and pushed hard in again. I groaned as a wave of need catapulted into me; it was like a mini-orgasm.
He did it again and the sensation of his rough thrust into my velvet softness had me meeting his movements so our bodies slapped into one another.
“Fuck.” Deck pumped faster when I met his need with my own.
I held onto his arms. “Harder.”
He did. Again and again. I screamed as the wave of sensations took my body and threw it off the ledge. I was falling and Deck just kept going, pushing, shoving then suddenly he groaned as he thrust deep one last time.
I lay beneath him for several seconds, taking in what just happened. “Epic,” I breathed in a rough whisper.