Page 11 of Lick

When he slips a finger inside me, I reach out and grab handfuls of his hair, praying it helps me stay upright.

Eventually, he must feel how much I’m shaking and take pity on me. He gets to his feet, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and scoops me up bridal style and carries me back to the bedroom. This time, he lays me down on the bed and climbs over me.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls in my ear as he drags the head of his cock through my arousal.

I whimper and nod, needing that too. He reaches for something on the bedside table—his wallet. He pulls out a condom and tears it open with his teeth before he pulls back and slides it over his hard cock. I swallow when I get my first good look at it, wondering how that’s going to fit inside me.

I thought all cocks were kinda the same size, outside of porn that is. And yeah, I might read books where all the men seem to be obsessively large, but that’s just fiction.

“You okay?”

My eyes snap to his. “You’re big.”

He grins, that cocky grin of his that makes my stomach clench. “Or maybe you’ve only dated men with tiny dicks before.”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” I mutter. “Besides, I’ve only slept with one man. Surely that’s not normal-sized.” I point at his cock as the nerves kick in. If Dan’s dick was for beginners, then it seems I’ve skipped right past the intermediate stage and gone for expert-level cock, one I’m really not sure I’m qualified for.

He chuckles, fisting his cock as he moves into position. “I like the fact I’m gonna ruin you for all men.”

I huff out a laugh. “Cocky.”

“Is it cocky if it’s true?”

Before I can speak, he surges inside me, making me cry out. Thankfully, he holds still for a minute because I swear it feels like he just punched me in the cervix. I pant, feeling like I might have bitten off more than I can chew.

He must see the panic in my eyes because he moves slowly, keeping his thrusts shallow. “Relax, babe, you’ve gotta let me in.”

“I’m pretty sure in a dozen countries you’d need a permit to carry that thing,” I pant as he pushes in a little further.

When he starts to chuckle, he pushes in another inch, making us both groan. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Sure, blame me,” I complain until he bottoms out inside me again, and I can’t speak at all.

He grabs both my hands and pushes them above my head before holding them down as he begins to move in earnest now. He kisses me, distracting me from the bite of pain, which slowly morphs into something else. I won’t say it doesn’t hurt at all, but the edge of pain does something to the pleasure, somehow enhancing it. My toes curl as I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips, urging him on, craving everything he has to give. I tighten around him, my stomach taut, my body tingling with anticipation as I hold back, not wanting it to end too soon. But when he pushes in deep and grinds against me, putting pressure on my clit, I break. I come hard, crying out in euphoria as he picks up his pace, fucking me into my mattress. He comes with a roar, fucking me through my orgasm and into the beginning of another.

I whimper when he pulls free. He crawls down my body and covers my clit with his mouth, sucking and slurping as his fingers make their way inside me. He fucks me with them until I can’t take any more. When he curls them inside me and presses against a spot I had no idea existed, I come so hard I swear I go blind for a moment.

By the time I get my bearings, I’m lying sprawled across his chest as he plays with my hair.

“You back?” he teases when I look up at him. “Not sure anyone has passed out on me before when I was fucking them.”

I swallow at the thought of him fucking anyone else. He’s not mine, so it’s none of my damn business who he fucks.

“You call it fucking, I call it assault with a deadly weapon,” I mutter, making him roar with laughter.

I’m not sure what he’s finding so amusing. I’m going to be walking with a limp for days. Thank god I don’t have work tomorrow.

He flips us so once more I’m under him, and I can feel that he’s rock hard once more.

“Seriously?”

“You’re fucking hot, naked, and when you come, it’s a thing of beauty. Of course, I’m hard.”

That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. God, I’m pathetic.

I reach up and cup his jaw, coaxing him to come closer. This time it’s me initiating the kiss, me showing him just how amazing I think he is. I lose myself in him once more, and then he’s pushing inside me again, fucking me slowly this time, as if he doesn’t want it to end.

We spend hours fucking and laughing before fucking again until exhaustion finally wins out. We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, and despite my reservations, even I can admit it’s been one of the best nights of my life.