Nash kicked the door shut behind us.
It felt like I hit the bed and started yanking my shirt off in one fluid motion, like I never stopped moving. No waiting. I didn’twant to wait. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted him now, here, inside?—
And Nash…it was like he’d done this a thousand times—and maybe he had. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and his cock—he pulled his cock out so fast, and it was hard, and oh my god, I wanted to?—
I crawled forward on his bed and reached for him.
He didn’t stop me.
His cock was in my mouth.
I moaned around him, stroking him, tasting him. He was bigger than Bryce—of course he was. He put his hand on my head and dragged his fingers through my hair, barely thrusting his hips.
“Fuck…fuck,sunshine. Just like that.”
It was so different, so unlike anything I knew. Bryce was the only guy I’d ever had sex with, he was virtually the only guy I’d ever even kissed. He’d been inexperienced; Nash was anything but. He rolled his hips and I took him deeper, wanting to show him I could do this too, insecure in that I wanted to be good for him.
“You’re being so good for me, baby,” he purred. The praise lit me up from the inside out, made me warm, made me take him deeper. “Ohshit…yeah, just like that. Look at you taking my cock so well.”
I really was. I was having The Maggie Effect on him, I hoped. I wanted to show him that, even if he’d had a lot of women, I was going to be the best.
It was important to me to be the best…and he made me feel like the best.
“Gonna come down your throat if you keep up like that,” he growled. “You want that?”
Maybe I did. I’d never done that either. I looked up at him through my lashes, stroking him, taking him deeper?—
That’s when he pulled me up by my arms.
That’s when he kissed me.
It was our first kiss…after I’d already had my mouth on him, his on me. Filthy and wonderful and perfect. He kissed me hard, tilting my head, guiding me down to the bed and onto my back. One hand was still on me as he knelt between my legs, the other hand reaching for his back pocket.
He had a condomin his pocket.
Who did that?
And who opened it with their teeth?
Because that’s what he was doing—pulling a condom out, gripping it with his teeth, opening it. He placed one big hand over my breast, twirling his fingers around my nipple as he unrolled the condom with the other, sheathing himself, stroking once…
“You ready for this cock, sunshine?” he asked.
I arched into his touch, loving how it felt when he played with me. “Yes.”
“Need one more yes from you.”
“Yes,please.”
Only then did he pull my hips up so they were raised off the bed, making me wrap my legs around him…and only then did he press the tip of his cock against my entrance and thrust inside.
I couldn’t speak. Could barely even moan. I just let out this broken string of syllables and sounds, clawing at the sheets.
He held still.
Completely, maddeningly still, buried inside me, one hand gripping my hip and the other braced on the mattress, looking down at me with those dark eyes while I tried to remember how to breathe.
“Nash—”
