“Good,” I say proudly, kissing him. “By the way, how’d you get me to stop gagging?”
A know-it-all grin appears. “I read once about a nerve tied to your gag reflex in your hand at that spot. If you hold it down for five to ten seconds, it’s supposed to relieve you of the sensation. Figured it was worth a shot.” He shrugs and bounces his eyebrows.
“Glad to know you use your smarts for fun and not just to spy on and stalk people.”
He chuckles, slowly eyeing me up and down, his expression turning feral. I suddenly become fully aware of my body, the cold breeze rushing against my exposed skin accentuating the goosebumps already present from the heat of his stare.
He skirts off his pants and underwear from his ankles without breaking eye contact.
“Remember the safe word?” he breathes.
“Barn,” I whisper.
“Good.”
He pins me against the bike, not letting me rest one second before he picks me up and flips me over, smacking my bare ass and bending me over the seat. His strong grip glides along my thighs, spreading my legs as his fingers caress my skin gently. Without warning he slams all three of his fingers inside of me, holding me down with his other hand on my lower back to keep me still.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me, Char.”
“Yes,” I moan, the pleasure instantly building.
“What do you want, Char? What do you want me to do to you?”
I try to string words together, but my mind is glitching out from the pleasure. “I want you to go all the way,” I manage to get out in between moans as my hips writhe on his fingers and palm.
His fingers stop, creating a silence only broken by our heavy breaths.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. I’m begging you. Please. I want to feel what it’s like and I want my first time to be with you. Please, Ben. Give me this.”
“Fuck. Ok, baby.”
His one hand grips my hip while the other guides him into me. I practically scream from pleasure, forgetting we aren’t in a bubble and people might be able to hear me. I stare down at my hands death gripping the leather seat and focus on the sensation of our bodies intertwining as he slowly gets deeper, letting me adjust to his girth and length inch by inch.
He begins to pull out and thrust back in again but instead of pleasure a sharp pain zaps through me, making me tear up and almost vomit.
“Ow!” I yelp.
He quickly pulls out and rushes to the other side of the bike, squatting down so he’s at my level.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry if I was too rough too quickly.” Concern covers his face as he brushes my hair out of the way and delicately cups my cheeks, caressing his thumbs over them gently.
“I…I don’t know. It felt amazing until that quick shot of pain.” I don’t move, afraid if I do the pain will come back.
“That must’ve been your hymen. You just lost your virginity, baby. It can hurt sometimes for women on their first time, but that should be all the pain you feel.” He pauses, looking conflicted. “Do you want to stop? We can just talk and relax instead.”
“No,” I state defiantly.
I amnotgoing to stop. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Plus, I don’t want to let him down and ruin our first time together. He said it shouldn’t hurt anymore so I should be good. I’m doing this.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. Get back in me,now,” I order him reassuringly.
He kisses me and bites my bottom lip. “If it hurts again tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”
I nod, pushing my knees apart and looking down, signaling I’m ready for round two of the ride.
