Virgin (A Real Man, 2) (5 page)

I was going to fill her up with so much of my jizz, my scent, there would be no washing me off of her.

T
he pain was instant as soon as Quinn shoved all those inches into me. But I didn’t want to show that discomfort on my face; I knew he’d worry, wanting to make sure I was okay.

But the pain was inevitable.

Pain made a lasting impression and was like a wonderful scar laced along the body, a reminder of what was shared, of what was experienced.

Without that pain, it might have well just been another experience for me.

I held onto his biceps, his muscles pronounced, bulging. I dug my nails in, bit my lip, and waited for him to start moving.

And then he did, his huge body shaking above me, the sinews and tendons stretched and taut under his tattooed, golden flesh.

A shock of pain went through me when he started to push back into my body.

“Is it good for you, Isabel?” he asked in a strained voice. “Because it’s really fucking good for me.” He was thrusting in and out of me, slow, easy, and I knew he didn’t want to cause me any unjust pain. But I didn’t care if it hurt, because I knew it would morph into pleasure.

“It’s good, Quinn.” And it wasn’t a lie.

He kissed the top of my head and continued to push into me.

In.

Out.

Slow.

Easy.

The feeling of being completely filled by Quinn wasn’t something I would have ever been able to envision. I might have thought about it, fantasied about what it would be like, but the real thing was so much more incredible.

And when he pressed his upper body against mine, my softness to his hardness, I sighed. He cupped both sides of my face and kissed me possessively. My pussy clenched around him, and he grunted.

“Fuck...” Quinn moaned that lone word out, and really started moving then, a little faster, a little harder. “You feel...” he gasped out when I clenched around him again. “I never thought it would feel like this.” He pulled out and the broad head was poised at my entrance. After a second, he pushed in nice and slow, filling me so completely I felt tears of pleasure in the corner of my eyes.

“Say you’re mine,” he said softly, his focus on my eyes.

With every inch he sank into me, I felt filled, claimed. I felt owned in every conceivable way.

I didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours, Quinn.”

He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into me and pull back out.

“Watch me, Isabel.” He titled his head slightly so he was able to look at me. “Watch as you take my virginity and I take yours.”

I rose up on my elbows, my chest rising and falling as the arousal and experience overwhelmed me. I looked down the length of my body and watched in erotic wonder at what was going on.

The massive, thick length of him slid in and out of my body, and although there wasn’t any lighting aside from the moon, it was full and bright, and I could see everything.

“Fuck, look at that, baby.” He pulled out several inches, and I saw the streaks of blood on his shaft. Quinn reached out and rubbed his finger along the length, smearing the blood and wetness. When he lifted his hand, my heart stopped.

God, would he do it?

With his eyes locked on mine, I watched as he lifted that finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth. I felt my mouth part at that incredibly intimate act.

“I know I said it already, but you taste so fucking sweet.” He started pushing in and put of me again. “This means mine.” He thrust deep into me, and I gasped. “This is irreversible, Isabel. You are tied to me. You are mine no matter what.” He thrust deep inside once more, and I closed my eyes, moaning. “This sweet fucking virgin pussy will only ever be mine.”

“God, yes.”

“I’m yours as much as you’re mine.” He growled out the words and thrust back into me. “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you.”

I opened my eyes.

The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from me, further aiding in his penetration. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over, he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had me lifting my hips in hopes he’d go deeper, faster.

We were sweaty, both of us panting.

I wanted his sweat to drip on me as he owned me, and that’s exactly what he was doing ... owning me.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I lifted my gaze to his face to see he was already staring at me. I cupped his cheek. “I love you, too.”

His movements picked up. His cock slid in and out of me, growing faster and faster as his hips slapped against mine. The sound of our sexes slapping together filled my head.

“
Christ
,” Quinn said harshly and tilted his head back, his neck muscles straining. His was making these deep sounds, and when he looked at me again, it was only for a second. He lowered his gaze down the length of my body so he could see where she was impaled.

Good. Fucking. God.

That was hot as fuck.

And when he placed his thumb on my clit, and started rubbing it back and forth, I exploded for him.

“Fuck. Yeah.” Quinn didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of me, drawing my orgasm to the peak and keeping it there until I couldn’t breathe. I’d gotten off before when I’d touched myself, but this was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

When I came back to reality and opened my eyes, it was to see the untamed look on Quinn’s face. Sweat slid down his chest, and I watched the droplets, wanting to rise up and lick them off.

Do it.

I braced my upper body on my elbows and ran my tongue over the beads, tasting the saltiness that was all Quinn. He groaned and bucked against me harder. Grunts and groans left him and grew louder the more he pumped into me.

“I’m so close, but I want this to last.”

I rested on my back again and slid my hands up his biceps and framed his neck. “Just let go.”

He groaned harshly again.

“Oh, God, Isabel.” He looked so tight, his body strained, his expression almost pained. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t let you go,” he panted out. “I can’t let you walk away from me.” He thrust in deep and grunted low. “You and I were meant to be together.”

I was going to come again. And when I saw his pleasure start to morph, his control slipping, I let myself go once more. The explosion inside of me rivaled the one before. My pussy clamped down hard around him just as he buried himself to the hilt in me, moaning as he came. He shook above me, his eyes squeezed shut as he filled me up.

When he relaxed on top of me, our sweaty skin rubbed along each other. Before I could tell him he was suffocating me with his weight, he rolled off and pulled me in close. I didn’t even care the hardness of the car pushed into my very bones. Closing my eyes and resting my forehead on his damp chest, I listened to the sound of his heart beating.

I felt Quinn stroking his fingers up and down my back, and as nice as it felt, I wanted to make sure he was okay with what we’d done. I pushed up and braced myself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second, he just stared at me, and then lifted his hand to cup my cheek, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly in a smile.

“Hey,” he said, his voice thicker.

“Hi,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss him. As the pleasure and experience faded, the reality of everything crashed back in. I knew Quinn sensed it too because he stilled.

“Everything will work out.”

I looked him in the eyes.

“I’ll make sure it works out in the end, because a life without you isn’t conceivable.” He leaned up and kissed me on the forehead. “If I can’t fight for my love for you, what’s the point?” When he pulled back, I saw that vulnerability once more. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and I’m not about to let that go. It might not be until we finish out this year, and maybe you’ll be thousands of miles away, but you’re mine, and nothing can change that. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”

Hearing Quinn say that made me feel like everything would be okay.

It had to be, right?

He shifted slightly, his focus trained on me. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Isabel.” His tone was so sure, so controlled. He cupped my face and leaned down so we were eye-to-eye. “You’re it for me. You’ve always been it for me.”

God, things had to work out. They just had to.

T
wo weeks later

It was insane how fast those last two weeks went by, but here I was, standing near the moving truck, my heart breaking, but my strength doubling. I wouldn’t cry, not in front of my parents, and especially not in front of Quinn.

The last fourteen days had been hectic as we packed, with movers coming in and out of the house to help load the truck. Everything within these last fourteen days had been a blur.

What I do remember is the time I spent with Quinn. Those stolen moments at school where he’d pull me into a darkened corner and kiss me until I was breathless. It was the memories of the way he’d hold my hand, tracing my fingers with one of his as we lay on the couch, a movie playing in the background that neither of us focused on. It didn’t take long for the school to find out we weren’t just friends any longer, although I’d been surprised at how many of our friends had seen this moment coming.

And then we’d told my parents we loved each other, and that after school there wouldn’t be anything keeping us apart. They hadn’t seemed shocked.

Neither had Quinn’s parents.

“I’ll come with you. I’ll find a way to work it all out.”

I closed my eyes and played the words Quinn said to me last night over and over in my head.

“I’d go with you to the end of the world if it meant we’d always be together.”

God, he was like ... not real.

I could have laughed at my thoughts, but it was the truth. I was lucky, that was for sure, because a relationship like we had was timeless.

“Hey,” he said as he came up to stand beside me.

I turned my head and looked up at him. “Hi.” My throat was tight, emotion threatening to make itself known. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. Since confessing we loved each other we’d spent every day together.

He’d see me first thing in the morning, all day at school, and he’d spend the evening with me, only leaving when my father forced him to leave because it was late. And then there were those times we’d sneak away and be alone, and I’d give myself to him over and over again, just holding him and wanting those moments to last forever.

“It’ll be okay.”

I nodded, because although it seemed impossible right now, I knew things would work out. But what gutted me was the fact I was moving so far away, and that it wasn’t like either of us, or even our families, had funds to fly either of us out every weekend, especially during the school year.

Believe me, we’d tried to work it out. But in the end, we both knew it couldn’t happen. We needed to finish school if we wanted to have any kind of productive life together. If Quinn left school to move out west with me, where would we be in the end?

Love was everything, but I couldn’t let him ruin his future because I was moping around and he hated to see me upset.

“No crying, okay?” he said and turned me around, cupped my cheek, and leaned down to kiss me. I melted into him, not caring if the movers, neighbors, or even my parent’s saw. Let them gawk at us, let them feel uncomfortable that Quinn held me close, that he kissed me like he was starving, and I was the only person that could sate his appetite.

I heard the moving truck door slide shut; the loud whoosh and click caused reality to set in. I pulled back, not wanting to, but also knowing I couldn’t hold on to this moment forever.

But I want to. I desperately want to.

“It’s time to go, Isabel,” my dad said, but I didn’t look at him.

Quinn smiled down at me, stroked my cheek with his thumb, and I leaned into his touch.

“It’ll work out,” Quinn said again.

I sure hoped so.