Authors: Jayna Vixen
“So wet,” he murmured, letting a finger slide the barest bit into her folds.
She’s like hot, liquid satin….
Rhee nearly screamed with frustration. Dax was still wearing his sweats, but as she looked down the length of her own body, she could see something fleshy sticking out of his waistband.
Oh God, that’s his penis.
It didn’t even occur to her to be frightened or repulsed as she had been during her previous sexual encounters with men. No, Dax’s touch seemed to erase everything but the frantic urgency building low in her belly. Rhee moaned, wanting to feel the whole of him, his weight pressing down on top of her, his male part hot and hard against her, in a way she had never wanted anything before.
“I said that I wanted to put my mouth on you, Rhiannon,” he said lazily, continuing his sensual torture between her legs.
“I think there’s one more place my mouth hasn’t been.”
Dax took hold of her sheer thong and pulled sharply. Rhee let out a small shriek as he ripped her panties right off of her. The aggressive action brought a flush of wet heat to her core.
“Tell me what you want, Rhiannon.” Perversely, he wanted to hear her say it, beg for it, as confirmation that she really wanted it, that she wasn’t feeling any fear, only desire.
She was desperate now, so desperate for his touch. But all that would come out of Rhee’s mouth was a frustrated moan. She felt his hot mouth press against her inner thigh, his tongue tracing closer and closer. Then, he stopped.
“Tell me.”
Rhee was nearly sobbing now. Her body was on fire. That place between her legs felt engorged and desperate. Wet heat flowed freely to puddle under her bottom.
“Do you want me to kiss you here, Rhee?”
“Oh God, Dax!” she burst out at his X-rated query.
“What’s the magic word, little girl?”
“Oh God, Dax, please! Please!” Rhee hardly recognized her own desperate voice, ragged with need.
He grinned at her, and then his tongue was in her labia, expertly delving into her folds. Rhee’s hips shot up off the bed and a long moan of pleasure escaped her. A soft, sultry voice was begging softly. It took Rhee a moment to realize that it was she who was begging him.
Oh please, oh please…
“You’re so beautiful here, so perfect.”
The tip of his tongue touched her most secret place, and Rhee’s eyes opened wide with shock and pleasure as that thing she had been searching for, that little ripple, turned into a cascade of electricity that sparked deep inside of her and rocketed down her toes.
Hearing her scream his name had fluid pearling on the head of Dax’s cock. Unable to hold back any longer, he yanked his sweats off and knelt between the girl’s legs. She was flushed with pleasure, and her eyes were closed as she rocked with the aftershocks of her explosive orgasm. Her dewy, glistening core lay open to him like a delicate pink flower, and he rubbed experimentally, amazed at how tiny she was compared to him. Dax knew he was larger than most guys, and Rhee, she was smaller than any woman he had ever known.
Rhee was heaving for breath. She opened her eyes to find Dax poised above her like a golden god.
Oh God, he made me…cum.
Just thinking the words caused her to tremble with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
“Tell me you want this, Rhiannon.”
His voice sounded strained and hoarse. Rhee could feel him rubbing something warm and hard against her. It brushed against that jutting piece of flesh between her legs and she moaned as the rippling sensation started anew.
Oh God, he’s going to fuck me! I’m going to let him put his penis inside me.
Holy Christ, it feels huge!
“Tell me, Rhee.” He rubbed again and she moaned louder, feeling her thighs part of their own accord.
Dax pressed the head of his cock into her tight, wet opening.
Jesus, she’s tiny!
“Tell me you want me inside of you, honey.”
Please, please…
Little sparks danced down her spine as Dax worked his body against her. Her belly was coiled tight as he moved against her. Rhee, desperate for more stimulation, surged up, eliciting a low hiss from Dax.
She moved, opening underneath him like a flower unfurling its delicate petals and Dax felt himself slide into her hot velvety sheath.
“Tell me baby,” he ground out. Fuck, she felt tighter than any woman he had ever had. He had worked the engorged head of his penis into her, and she clenched down, the wet satin walls of her vagina squeezing him until he felt like he was going to lose it right there, without even fully penetrating her.
Her voice, hardly more than a whisper was music to his ears; “Yes, please, oh please, Dax…”
With a primal growl, he slammed his hips forward, unable to control the wild burst of animalistic passion that her words elicited. Rhee let out a shrill scream. He felt her teeth in his shoulder as a thin barrier gave way and he seated himself fully inside of her body.
Dax froze, his huge, heavy cock buried deep within her honey-coated walls. “Shit.”
There were tears in her eyes but beyond the pain there was something else, something needy and wet and hot, something that begged her to move against him. Experimentally, Rhee rocked her hips, feeling a burning, stinging sensation that took her breath. But still, there was something else underlying the feeling of stretched discomfort, something…
“Shit! Rhee? Honey, did I hurt you?” She gazed at him, her tear-filled eyes glazing over with what looked like determination.
“Please, Dax,” she begged.
He knows what I need, damn him!
Her inner muscles clamped down on him again and Dax groaned.
Fuck, I’m gonna shoot my load!
“Christ, you’re tight, sweetheart,” he managed. He withdrew a bit but stopped again as she gasped. “Am I hurting you, honey?”
“No,” she said tightly. “Yes. Well, a little. But Dax, please, I need to-to…” she trailed off.
How can I be embarrassed to talk about an orgasm when his penis is in my vagina?!
Rhee whimpered with frustration, and ground her hips against him, welcoming the ache that was now starting to fade. Dax brushed his fingertips over her sensitive nipples and she cried out. His lopsided grin that made Rhee’s heart turn over.
He is so goddamn sexy!
Dax recognized her innocent movements and sounds as signs of her mounting desire. He looked down at their joined bodies, at his huge, heavy cock impaling her exquisitely tiny opening. He sucked in his breath and nudged in a little further, hearing her gasp with obvious pleasure.
She wants it.
I’ll give it to her!
I’ll make her cum so hard she sees stars.
“What do you need baby?” The dominant, teasing voice was back now, and Rhee sighed with relief.
“Do you need more of this?” He flexed forward, slowly at first, determined not to hurt Rhee any more than he had already, but equally as determined to give her more pleasure than she had ever known.
“Yes,” it was little more than a sob.
He began to move, thrusting in and out, opening her to his body. Rhee was unaware of her hips coming up to meet him, unaware of the soft, breathy moans coming from her mouth. A tingle began deep inside of her as he started moving harder, deeper.
“Look at me, baby.”
Her eyes flew open, emerald orbs fastening on deep blue seas stained black with passion, and then his mouth was on hers, his tongue mimicking what he was doing between her legs. Her moans became louder, keening cries. Then, something inside of Rhee seemed to burst. She stiffened as white-hot fire exploded from deep inside her, bringing with it a gush of warm, wet heat.
“OhMyGod!”
Dax swallowed her scream of pleasure as her tight little channel clamped down on him as she came a second time. He lost control, feeling his balls come up against his belly and then he was shooting spurt after spurt of hot, white cream deep inside of her. It felt like he came for two solid minutes before he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. He felt Rhee’s arms come around his neck, and her lips pressing into his collarbone. It was bliss, contented oblivion, as he lay heavily on top of her, reeling in the aftermath of his orgasm. They lay joined together, heaving, for several glorious moments before he came to his senses.
Rhee whimpered as he slid out of her, and he looked down to see the telltale stain he hoped wouldn’t be there, but knew he would find. Small flecks of blood stained her inner thigh and a few droplets remained on his cock. Guilt washed over him.
“You were a virgin.”
Rhee wondered how she could possibly blush after what had just happened, but she blushed just the same.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Because you might have stopped.
“I’m sorry. Did I-um, I guess I wasn’t very good at it,” she said shyly. She looked away, embarrassed. He rose up naked before her, and Rhee’s eyes went straight to his organ, which was definitely as large as it had felt inside her.
How did that fit?!
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Er-I didn’t really know what to do…”
Dax threw his tousled blond head back and laughed out loud. “You are something else, little girl.”
“What?” Rhee sat up, suddenly mindful of her exposed breasts. She wrapped the sheet around herself.
Dax grinned. “You just gave me the greatest gift a guy could ask for, and you’re concerned that you weren’t any good? Sweetheart, on a scale of one to ten, that was off the charts.”
Rhee blushed harder.
“I guess I just assumed, you know, that you had done it before. I just didn’t know if your other experiences were consensual.” He paused to study her face. “Christ, Rhee. What
have
you done? Other than what you told me, I mean.”
She looked away. “Um…”
Jesus Christ!
He advanced on her again. “Rhiannon. Please tell you you’ve at least been kissed in a consensual way.”
Not even with Charisma…
When she shook her head, Dax felt all kinds of emotions wash through him. Protectiveness, guilt, desire, and something else ran through him as he stood up and wet a washcloth in the bathroom. Rhee hesitated at first, but then allowed him to peel back the sheet and gently clean the blood and fluids from between her legs. He could feel how tense she was and her sex looked swollen and red.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Um, yes, at first. But isn’t it supposed to hurt the first time?” Her cheeks were flaming at his intimate touch.
He nodded, still in disbelief. “I haven’t had a virgin since me and Trish in high school…” he trailed off at Rhee’s sudden look of horror.
“Oh my God. Dax. She’ll hate me! She can’t find out!”
He knelt next to her on the bed. “I’m not planning on telling her. Are you?”
Funny, I haven’t thought of her once this entire time…
“No, but…”
Dax took Rhee’s face in his hand, tracing her swollen lower lip with his thumb. Unbelievably, she felt warmth begin to pool between her legs again.
I still want him!
Dax shook his head. “I’m not sure how I’m going to keep my hands off you after this, but we can’t do this again and the reasons have nothing to do with Trish.” More guilt flooded him as he took in the evidence of his passion. Rhee looked like a ravished, innocent schoolgirl as she sat there wrapped in a sheet.
You shouldn’t be mixed up with a guy like me.
Rhee nodded, knowing he was right. Inside, her heart was aching.
“I think I should stay at my place tonight.”
If I stay here, I won’t be able to control myself.
Rhee nodded again, dumbly.
He’s leaving.
“Are you going to be alright?”
No!
I want you to stay.
I want to sleep in your arms…
“Of course, Dax. I’m a big girl, whatever you might think,” she said bravely.
“Sure?” He tried to look into her eyes but Rhee wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Sure,” she echoed a little wistfully.
Her eyes were back on his mouth, he noticed. As Rhee nibbled on her lower lip pensively, Dax had to force himself to look away.
Staying away from her is going to be one hell of a challenge.
Chapter Sixteen
It had been two weeks and Rhee was constantly on edge. Every time someone walked through the door, her heart jumped and then fell when it wasn’t Dax. The other guys were starting to notice that something wasn’t quite right, and their earnest attempts to cheer Rhee up were sweet, even if nothing seemed to lift her spirits. Glumly, she plodded along, completing her assignments for class and doing the occasional online job. She was in a strange kind of hell, a purgatory where she could do nothing but wait for answers, and pray that the burning ache between her legs would dissipate.
“Hey, stowaway!”
“Hey, Wince.”
“Post office left something for you at Dax’s place.”
Why didn’t
he
tell me himself?
“Okay. Thanks.”
“You okay? You’ve been acting…well, different since that night. Is it because of me? Because of what happened?”
Oh, it’s because of what happened that night, but it has nothing to do with you!
Rhee managed to smile. “No, I’m just missing my sister.”
It was partially true. Mickey’s birthday was this month and Rhee had hoped to find her by now. As each day passed with no word, Rhee was growing more and more impatient. She scoured Internet newspapers and articles each day, desperate for some clue. Still, her anxiety about Mickey’s whereabouts was somewhat muted by the near-constant yearning she had for a certain blond biker, a fact that made Rhee feel both guilty and grateful at the same time.
“So, is Dax coming here to drop off my package?” Rhee hoped she was effective in masking her eagerness.
“I guess. Why?”
“Just curious what it is. I have no one back home really. No idea who would send me something.”
“Oh. Cool. Well, I’m heading out. Got some errands to run for Hawk.”
Rhee gave Wince a little wave as he headed out the door.
He’s so nice.
And available.
Why can’t I be into him?!
With a disgusted snort, Rhee turned on her heel and headed for her room. Maybe a shower would help clear her head, and cool the hot ache between her legs.