No Quarter (NOLA's Own #2) (24 page)

Jumping in the shower for a quick wash ended up being more time-consuming than originally planned. Phil’s soapy hands smoothing their way all over me had me panting and rubbing myself all over him.

“Fuck it,” he groaned, lifting me up and bracing me against the wall. His mouth possessed mine as he thrust his hot length into me. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he told me before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nipping at it with his teeth.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Just gettin’ started,” he assured me, making me come hard and fast. Afterward, he pulled out of me and gently set me on my feet.

“Aren’t you—” I asked in quiet surprise.

“Ass-violatin’ time.” He pushed me out of the shower. “Go lie down. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Well, all right then.

It was very sweet of him to make sure I had at least one orgasm before he attempted to tear me a new one. Drying off as fast as I could, I headed back into the bedroom. Digging through my bag, I located the clear bottle of lube and set it on the nightstand.

“What’s that?” he asked from the doorway.

“Oh, um…” I picked it back up and read the label. “Slide ’n’ Glide Super Lube.”

He busted out laughing. “Shit, you really
have
been thinking about this!”

“Maybe a little bit,” I said, blushing.

Phil strode up to me, tackling me lightly back onto the bed, laughing. “You’re too cute.”

Rolling us to the center of the bed with me on top, his hands roamed down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing, before skimming their way back up. Thick and hard, he slid along my wet slit, paying no attention to it.

Instead, his eyes locked on mine, his face relaxed, sweet and grinning.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, tracing fingertips over his smile.

He pressed a kiss to them. “You. I wanna do this face-to-face.”

Warmth filled my chest and spread throughout my body. Suddenly, I wanted that, too. But… “I would love that, Phil. I just think it might be more comfortable the first time if we…didn’t.”

“Yeah, I know,” he conceded. “Are you nervous?” His hands stroked down my back again.

“No. Excited.”

His eyes glowed with something I couldn’t define. Beneath my breasts, I felt his heart pounding harder and faster.

“Are you?” I asked.

He swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. If I could see your face, then maybe I wouldn’t…”

Divine inspiration—
ha-ha…yeah, right
—struck me. “What if we’re lying on our sides?”

“That could work,” he replied, his face brightening. “Let’s do that.”

“Okay.” Laughing, I slid off his chest.

Rolling until we were spooning, Phil cuddled up to me, tucking his forearm beneath my head and rising up on his elbow. Reaching across me, he picked up the lube tube and held it in front of us, reading it, before stowing it behind his back.

“You really wanna do this?”

I busted out laughing. “You were the one demanding my last virgin hole, telling me you were going to violate my ass. Are you pussying out now?”

“No.” He dropped featherlight kisses on my shoulder. “I’m just worried. What if I really hurt you, or—”

“I’ll
tell
you if you do.”

Rolling back, he grabbed the lube and snapped open the cap. “Right.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him shake several drops out onto his cock before closing it back up and tossing it in front of me.

“Might need more. Best to keep it handy,” he explained.

Rising up on my elbow, I was captivated by the sight of his huge hand wrapping around the thick length of him, pumping slowly, spreading the Slide ’n’ Glide all over.

“Ooo, this stuff is nice,” he said, giving me a wiggling eyebrow and grin.

“You’re killing the mood.”

“Pfft. As if. You’re always so hot for me. There’s no way to kill that torch you got burnin’.”

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, but then he turned back to me, his gaze catching mine.

“Ready?”

I nodded. “You?”

“Yeah. I promise to go real slow, okay?”

“I know you will,” I whispered, easing back onto the pillows.

Phil guided himself, sliding through my crack with that fat head of his until it touched my rear entrance. He didn’t press in but rubbed himself back and forth, back and forth, slowly applying just a little bit more pressure each time. At the first touch, my body tensed, but gradually, I relaxed, eventually enjoying the bizarre massaging of my asshole.

It wasn’t long before the tingles started and spread to the front, making my cunt swell and prickle with a delicious rush of blood. It felt good,
really
good. Heat waves were pulsing through it, and a trickle of moisture oozed out and worked through the folds. My nipples tightened, and my tits grew heavy.

“Phil…” I groaned.

“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he whispered. He ceased the rubbing and gently pressed home. The tight ring of muscle, well lubricated and softened from the massaging, opened to him, sucking in the head of him.

“Oh,
fuck
,” he whispered. He pushed a little farther and then removed his hand from himself, wiping it on the bedspread, before reaching up to cradle and turn my face. “Look at me.”

I hadn’t even realized that I had closed my eyes. Opening them, his beloved face filled my vision. His eyes shone with love and passion and worry and fear and desire. He kissed me, and my lips parted eagerly, my tongue pushing forward to touch his, meeting somewhere in the middle. His taste, his scent, his breath filled me.

Forcing myself to relax more, a part of my brain focused on the odd sensations created by his blunt intrusion. My asshole both burned fiercely and tingled pleasantly. My body had no clue as to what to do with the conflicting sensory information it was receiving.

Phil held himself completely still, letting me adjust until only the tingly pleasantness remained.

“More,” I murmured against his lips, pushing back slightly.

He sucked in a swift breath. “Don’t…”

Agonizingly slow, each nudge forward forced me open. He rested, and I relaxed, and it started all over again. My whole body felt hot and cold all at once. His fingers speared through my hair, his mouth softly rained moist kisses on my lips, my chin, my jaw, and cheeks.

“Pull out a little and push back,” I whispered.

The sensation was so strange, a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. Just confusing.

He pushed back in a little farther this time.

“Again.”

His hand slipped from my face to my shoulder, his hand grasping tight. He pulled back, pushed farther forward.

“Fuck,”
he hissed. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Does it hurt?”

“No,” I replied.

It was starting to feel good, even when he pulled out. It was like the nerve endings in my ass were rethinking their sensation output. Phil was being so romantic—slow and tender, taking his time, watching me, feeling me for signs of discomfort.

Unlike his other first time, he wants this to be what that should have been for him.

He pulled back, pushed in, pulled back, pushed in even further.

And once more…

He’s in.

From the waist down, I was burning with icy chills—yeah, that was
exactly
what it felt like. Filled and stretched beyond anything I’d ever comprehended before, it was weird and wonderful all at once.

“Oohhh…” he moaned, wrapping me in his arms and burying his face in my hair. The movement caused me to spasm around him. “Oh
God…”

We were so still, listening to each other’s breaths, the thundering of our hearts. He held me tightly, willing me to ease myself back into him. Fluttering beats started dancing through me, his cock twitching in response.

“I can feel your pulse all around me,” he whispered. “It’s fuckin’ incredible.”

Pressing back into him, I just needed to feel him moving inside me. The fluttering turned to throbbing, a sweet ache building up in pressure. My cunt felt heavy, flushed and hot.

Taking his hand from my shoulder, I guided it between my legs. “Please.”

“Give me your sweet mouth,” he demanded, slipping his long fingers into the slick folds when I did.

We sucked, bit, and licked each other’s tongues and lips until we were breathless and moaning. I wasn’t sure he realized it, but he started to slowly pump into me, his fingers stroking between my legs.

“Holy
fuck
, Kenna,” he whispered, breathless.

“More,” I demanded. “It’s good, babe. I just need a little—oohhh!”

Something fucking
magnificent
was happening inside me. White-hot waves of raw sensations crashed through my whole body. My neck arched, my tits got hard, and my nipples could fucking cut glass. Each stroke he delivered thrust me higher, working me into a mindless moaning frenzy.

“Harder!” I shouted.

His fingers bore down on my clit, and his forearm beneath my head pushed out, crossing up over my chest, anchoring me to him, helping him increase his tempo. Punching his hips with short hard thrusts, he hit something phenomenal.

It was his fucking magic spot, only from the backside.

“
Ohhh fuuuck
!
Harder
!” I wailed.

I came from inside my ass. I came from my clit. My whole cunt convulsed, too.
Everything
inside me fucking orgasmed. It was so
intense
. I could
not
stop screaming.

Phil’s teeth sank into my shoulder, and I came from that, too.
Fucking sensation overload!
When he roared incoherently through the mouthful of my flesh, I came
again
, even harder.

Crushing me in his arms, his swollen dick blew up inside me. He was straining so hard, pressing so deep, grunting and groaning and panting, while his cock continued to twitch long after his orgasm had left him.

He tongued lazy circles over his bite mark and pressed his lips softly to it.

“Wow,” he breathed.

Throat raw from shouting, I swallowed and could only nod my head.

“I love you,” he said softly in my ear, his lips brushing lightly over it. “That was the most amazin’ first I’ve ever had.”

“Something…like…” Fuck, my brain fritzed. “Love…you…
shit.
”

Phil busted out in roaring laughter, rolling his upper body back so as not to deafen me. “Oh my
God
! Fuckin’ priceless!”

I started laughing, too, reducing both of us to hysterics, his cock still in my ass.

“Oh my God, Phil. Pull out!” I wheezed.

“But you’re all warm and comfy—”

“Phil!” I snapped but ruined it by laughing more.

“Ha-ha, I can feel it when you laugh.”

“Stop it!” I snorted.

“All right, all right.” He giggled.

Giggled.

There was nothing sweeter than the sound of Phil fucking Deveraux giggling
.

Placing his warm palm on my hip, he sweetly kissed my cheek, slowly drawing himself out. Taking my face in his hands, he looked down into my eyes. “That was fuckin’ awesome, Kenna.”

Sighing with happiness, I smiled. “Too fuckin’ right.”

“Out with it, woman,” I barked at Alys from the passenger seat of her SUV. “We want details.”

“
All
of them!” chimed Lili.

“And of your date, too!” piped Sheri.

We all cracked up at that.

Since the guys were heading to the studio, we were going to the farmers market, and Lili had ditched Lewis to come with us. It was nine o’clock, so hopefully, we would beat the crowds with their families and only have to wrestle through the very old patrons who showed up when the farmers did.

“Well, we went to dinner at this really awesome place called Two Fat Chefs,” she started. “The food was fantastic. I had the pork medallions with mushrooms and Madeira sauce, grilled asparagus, and horseradish mashed potatoes, and X got the rib eye, which I kinda wished I had gotten after he gave me a bite.”

“Seriously, you’re gonna lay down the food porn on us?” scoffed Lili.

“I’m telling you all of it!” Alys barked back.

“Hush, Lili. Food porn is good, too,” Sheri said. Her voice was so sincerely sweet that not even Lili could come up with a snarky reply.

“And we shared this chocolate lava cake for dessert that had homemade vanilla ice cream, fudge, and chocolate shavings with a strawberry–mint leaf salsa. It was incredible.”

“That does sound pretty fuckin’ tasty,” Lili conceded.

“Then, we went to the House of Blues to catch some live bands, and everybody there knew X. Oh my
God,
Kenna, you should have been there! There were a shitload of famous musicians. I nearly pissed myself with excitement!”

“Cool!” I replied.

“It was crazy. Anyway, just some phenomenal music going on, Southern rock type of shit. And X was introducing me as his girlfriend to everyone we met, so I guess we’re official.”

“Aw,” crooned Sheri.

“Took you long enough,” said Lili.

“And then we went back home—”

“Don’t
I
know it!” Lili raged. “I came in at seven this morning to find that fire crotch walking around our house,
naked
, as if he
lived there! That fucking hideous shade of orange burned my retinas and seared its way into my brain! For two fucking hours afterward, I could see it every time I blinked. It’s
that
bright!”