Wrong
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My heart is racing so fast I’m sure he can hear it. This is what I want. This is what I fantasized about. But I’m slightly terrified all the same.
I tense as he lines himself between my legs and force myself to relax as the head of him nudges inside. I blow out the air I've been holding as he inches slightly inside of my body.
"Look at me." I realize I've had my eyes squeezed shut, which is silly. I’m having sex! Finally! I need to take in every moment of this so I can replay it in my mind forever. "Wrap your arms around my neck." I do and he nudges forward more. Fuck. It burns so bad. He's too big.
"You're too big."
He smirks at that. "I'd say that you're too tight, but there's no such thing to a man." He slides back and forth just inside of me. I know he's nowhere near all the way in. I slide my hands into his hair, feeling the thick strands under my fingers, reveling in being this close to him, able to examine the flecks in his brown eyes from the moonlight lighting the room.
He moves a hand to my clit and rubs it, causing me to relax my muscles, and then thrusts his hips forward all the way.
That feels… horrible, actually. I scrunch my eyes closed and turn my head away.
"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie." He's kissing my closed eyelids, turning my head back to him. "Open your eyes, doll."
I do, and realize I've got both palms against his chest, trying to physically push him off of me. He kisses me again and I stop pushing and put my arms back around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight."
"It's too tight." I exhale.
"How's this part?" he asks, kissing my neck. "Not quite what you thought?"
"You're just so much bigger than I fantasized."
His chest shakes and his lips move across my jaw. "And you're every man's fantasy with your dirty talk and you're not even trying."
I smile at this and pull his lips to mine and then test moving my hips a little. He follows my lead that I'm ready for more and withdraws before sinking back in. "Hmm, that's good." I sigh.
"You're so fucking sweet." He withdraws and thrusts. "It makes me want to do things to you, Sophie. Filthy things." He twists my nipple as he moves inside of me. "It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat"—he kisses me there—"until you gag on me."
I grab his jaw and kiss him, our tongues wrangling and thrusting in rhythm to his cock thrusting between my thighs. He's so deep his balls slap against my ass as he bangs into me.
"I want to come all over your tits"—he slaps one—"and then smear it all over your chest until it dries." He pulls my left leg up, hanging it over his elbow, changing the penetration. I gasp as he thrusts. It feels different this way. "I want to shove things in your ass." He groans and licks a line of sweat trickling between my breasts and I arch my back, allowing him better access. "I'd start with my thumb, Sophie." He withdraws and slams back in. It's so tight, the friction is making me insane. "But I wouldn't be satisfied until you were bent over and my dick was in your ass."
I come undone then. And this, the feeling of coming stretched around his cock, is like nothing I could have imagined.
I'm so tight after coming, it's a fine line between enjoyment and pain as Luke thrusts again. He exhales above me, his breath ragged with exertion as he comes himself. And that, hearing him come while inside of me, feeling his breath against the side of my face on each exhale, that is something I will never forget.
Chapter 14
"That guy keeps staring at you," Everly murmurs to me as she wipes down the counter at Grind Me.
"Does he?" I respond, not interested. Random guys hanging out in coffee shops do not concern me.
"He's probably a security detail hired by Dr. Miller to ensure your safety." Everly eyes him from behind the bakery case.
I pause and look at her. "You just said so many ridiculous things I'm not sure where to begin responding."
"Oh, take your time." Everly hops onto the back counter.
I laugh. "Okay, one, that man out there is not anyone's security detail." Everly shrugs so I continue. "Two, I’m not in any danger. And three, Luke isn't doing anything for me. We didn't leave things like that."
Everly examines the French manicure left over from her brother's wedding last weekend as she responds. "One"—she eyes the kid sitting alone by the window—"truth. Two, in romance novels the heroine is always in danger. Three, there's no way Luke is done with you."
"You do realize we are not in a romance novel, right? Besides which, when did you become a romantic?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at Everly. "Did you catch a bouquet of unicorns at the wedding?"
Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I didn't catch anything at the wedding except Finn's house key."
"Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?"
She waves a dismissive hand. "No, I made myself a copy."
"Everly, no." I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. "No, you did not. How? Does he know?"
"Sophie, it's like you don't even know me. I borrowed his car." She stops at the look on my face. "Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties."
"No," I'm still shaking my head.
"Yes." She's nodding hers.
"Excuse me?" We both turn to see the guy Everly envisioned as my security detail at the counter. "Can I get a refill?" He holds up his empty mug. At Grind Me we offer free refills on coffee during the same visit.
"Sure." I refill the mug and hand it back. He stares at me for a second longer than I'm comfortable with, but it happens so fast I wonder if I imagined it.
"Back to Luke," Everly states when the guy turns away with his freshly filled mug. I look at her and shrug.
"He said he wouldn't call and I said okay."
"Then he fucked you silly."
"Then he fucked me silly," I agree. And I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face.
I tense as he lines himself between my legs and force myself to relax as the head of him nudges inside. I blow out the air I've been holding as he inches slightly inside of my body.
"Look at me." I realize I've had my eyes squeezed shut, which is silly. I’m having sex! Finally! I need to take in every moment of this so I can replay it in my mind forever. "Wrap your arms around my neck." I do and he nudges forward more. Fuck. It burns so bad. He's too big.
"You're too big."
He smirks at that. "I'd say that you're too tight, but there's no such thing to a man." He slides back and forth just inside of me. I know he's nowhere near all the way in. I slide my hands into his hair, feeling the thick strands under my fingers, reveling in being this close to him, able to examine the flecks in his brown eyes from the moonlight lighting the room.
He moves a hand to my clit and rubs it, causing me to relax my muscles, and then thrusts his hips forward all the way.
That feels… horrible, actually. I scrunch my eyes closed and turn my head away.
"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie." He's kissing my closed eyelids, turning my head back to him. "Open your eyes, doll."
I do, and realize I've got both palms against his chest, trying to physically push him off of me. He kisses me again and I stop pushing and put my arms back around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight."
"It's too tight." I exhale.
"How's this part?" he asks, kissing my neck. "Not quite what you thought?"
"You're just so much bigger than I fantasized."
His chest shakes and his lips move across my jaw. "And you're every man's fantasy with your dirty talk and you're not even trying."
I smile at this and pull his lips to mine and then test moving my hips a little. He follows my lead that I'm ready for more and withdraws before sinking back in. "Hmm, that's good." I sigh.
"You're so fucking sweet." He withdraws and thrusts. "It makes me want to do things to you, Sophie. Filthy things." He twists my nipple as he moves inside of me. "It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat"—he kisses me there—"until you gag on me."
I grab his jaw and kiss him, our tongues wrangling and thrusting in rhythm to his cock thrusting between my thighs. He's so deep his balls slap against my ass as he bangs into me.
"I want to come all over your tits"—he slaps one—"and then smear it all over your chest until it dries." He pulls my left leg up, hanging it over his elbow, changing the penetration. I gasp as he thrusts. It feels different this way. "I want to shove things in your ass." He groans and licks a line of sweat trickling between my breasts and I arch my back, allowing him better access. "I'd start with my thumb, Sophie." He withdraws and slams back in. It's so tight, the friction is making me insane. "But I wouldn't be satisfied until you were bent over and my dick was in your ass."
I come undone then. And this, the feeling of coming stretched around his cock, is like nothing I could have imagined.
I'm so tight after coming, it's a fine line between enjoyment and pain as Luke thrusts again. He exhales above me, his breath ragged with exertion as he comes himself. And that, hearing him come while inside of me, feeling his breath against the side of my face on each exhale, that is something I will never forget.
Chapter 14
"That guy keeps staring at you," Everly murmurs to me as she wipes down the counter at Grind Me.
"Does he?" I respond, not interested. Random guys hanging out in coffee shops do not concern me.
"He's probably a security detail hired by Dr. Miller to ensure your safety." Everly eyes him from behind the bakery case.
I pause and look at her. "You just said so many ridiculous things I'm not sure where to begin responding."
"Oh, take your time." Everly hops onto the back counter.
I laugh. "Okay, one, that man out there is not anyone's security detail." Everly shrugs so I continue. "Two, I’m not in any danger. And three, Luke isn't doing anything for me. We didn't leave things like that."
Everly examines the French manicure left over from her brother's wedding last weekend as she responds. "One"—she eyes the kid sitting alone by the window—"truth. Two, in romance novels the heroine is always in danger. Three, there's no way Luke is done with you."
"You do realize we are not in a romance novel, right? Besides which, when did you become a romantic?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at Everly. "Did you catch a bouquet of unicorns at the wedding?"
Everly sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "No, I didn't catch anything at the wedding except Finn's house key."
"Professor Camden gave you his house key? I though you said he was going to require additional convincing before, and I quote, he accepted what was best for him?"
She waves a dismissive hand. "No, I made myself a copy."
"Everly, no." I am shaking my head at her in disbelief. "No, you did not. How? Does he know?"
"Sophie, it's like you don't even know me. I borrowed his car." She stops at the look on my face. "Fine, I stole his car and ran over to Home Depot and made copies while he was busy with his best man duties."
"No," I'm still shaking my head.
"Yes." She's nodding hers.
"Excuse me?" We both turn to see the guy Everly envisioned as my security detail at the counter. "Can I get a refill?" He holds up his empty mug. At Grind Me we offer free refills on coffee during the same visit.
"Sure." I refill the mug and hand it back. He stares at me for a second longer than I'm comfortable with, but it happens so fast I wonder if I imagined it.
"Back to Luke," Everly states when the guy turns away with his freshly filled mug. I look at her and shrug.
"He said he wouldn't call and I said okay."
"Then he fucked you silly."
"Then he fucked me silly," I agree. And I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face.
