Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) (4 page)

“You have to stop. I’m gonna come.”

I stopped sucking briefly to contemplate his words. Joey Miles didn’t want to come in my mouth? I pulled back, allowing his dick to fall from my lips. “Okay, but isn’t that the point? How could you not want to come?”

“Oh, I want to come, baby, but not in your mouth.”

I was still confused. Maybe he wanted to ejaculate on my boobs. I watched as he backed away and helped me up off my knees.
Ow. Rug burns. Again.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said as he crushed me into him. His cock was at full mast and slick with my saliva as it pressed into my stomach. My tank top had risen up, so it was resting against my bare midriff. I hadn’t been like this with anyone. I’d never allowed dick-to-body contact—never encouraged it. But having Joey Miles naked. Yum, that was something to celebrate. His warm breath nuzzled my ear. The sensations going through my body now were definitely foreign. I felt hot and flushed. There was an ache below my hips. My thighs were wet, and I could feel a pulsating between my legs. Not the same sensation I got when I had a cock in my mouth—these were different. I almost wanted to touch my forehead to see if I was feverish, but this was my body reacting to his.

“This isn’t a la carte. I don’t do sex with a side of blowjob,” I uttered, unable to break eye contact.

He chuckled as his cock responded to my words. It clearly jumped. “There are a million ways I could change your mind. I know you want me.”

Bastard was arrogant as hell. But it was true. I did want him. I’d thought about this moment many times and never dreamed about it being like this. Not exactly the way I’d envisioned losing my virginity. Giving it to Joey Miles, well, that was like being boarded by the mother ship, but doing the deed during my period—not my idea of a romantic interlude.

“Well, you’re going to have to settle for a blowjob because sex is out of the question. It’s that time of the month,” I said with a cocky smile. I assumed, regardless, men would flee from the thought of banging some chick during her cycle. Of course, there was always room for error.

Joey looked thoughtfully at me as he traced a path from my midriff to my boobs. My nipples became stiff little peaks of pleasure as I sucked in a groan. “A little bit of blood never hurt anyone. I see it all the time on the field,” he said as he squeezed in closer.

Well, fuck me. Now I was freaking out. Jesus, my first time and it would be akin to a slasher movie. He had no idea. He wasn’t supposed to say that. I’d expected repulsion and his face to pale. He wasn’t supposed to be okay with it. Now what would I do? Should I be candid and tell him,
By the way, even though I suck a mean cock, I’m a virgin
? Fuck my life. I should have gotten rid of my virginity a long time ago, because Joey Miles was going to freak.

Hell,
I
was going to freak. I loathed pain of any kind. And according to my girlfriends, there was pain. Wait, they said discomfort. Lying skanks. It probably hurt like hell. Brandi had said, along with the act, there would be blood. Jesus, everyone had made it sound so damn wonderful. Can’t imagine why I’d been putting it off. Logically, though, if there was blood, maybe I could suppress the pain. He’d never have to know I was a virgin. This might actually work.
I swear, I am going to die with this secret.
Who was I kidding? Joey was supposedly a god in the bedroom. He’d know. Maybe he’d forget the whole thing and want me to continue with the blowjob. He hadn’t come—all men needed to come.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you because you should know. I’m a virgin,” I said, barely able to spit out the words.

Joey backed away and began laughing. I mean a deep, rumbling laugh. Not exactly what I’d expected. Just because I enjoyed giving oral didn’t mean I was a whore. Okay, in most circles, yes. I glowered at him icily.

“You’re serious. You’re a fucking virgin—you?” he asked as he raked his hand through his hair.

“Whatever. Just because I have talents in other areas doesn’t mean I’m an expert in all things.”

Joey looked at me and then smiled. “So I’d be your first. I’d be the one taking your precious cherry?”

“I’m not exactly sure it’s all that precious. Glad you think so, but I still haven’t said yes.”

“Oh, you’ll say yes… and ‘Oh God,’ many times. I promise you the ride of your life. Grab a couple towels. I’ll fuck you here in the living room so we don’t mess up your bed.”

How utterly romantic.
Asshat
. Though, he was somewhat thoughtful about not making a mess in my bed. Hell, I’d had a disaster or two before while on my period. Damn, I was somewhat easy. I wasn’t even putting up much of a fight. The truth was I was tired of holding on to my chastity.

I padded to the hall cabinet and pulled out a couple thick beach towels. As much as I wanted Joey Miles, the fear of discomfort plagued my thoughts. Jesus, I was a puss. I hated pain, especially down there. I wondered how long it would last. I suddenly felt younger than nineteen. I was about to lose my V status. Shouldn’t I feel liberated?

As if he’d read my mind, he said, “Don’t sweat it, babe. It’ll be okay since you already have extra lubrication.”

Gross. Just plain disgusting. My first time and I was bleeding like a pig, and dreamy Mr. Lacrosse was wearing a cast. What a lucky girl I was. I frowned. I had a feeling I was being punished for all the head I’d given. I could just tell him no and call it a night. But he was already going to tell everyone we slept together, so why not make it a reality?

“You need to go to the bathroom and take care of your business. I don’t want any surprises, if you catch my drift. I brought condoms. I suppose they really wouldn’t be necessary, since you’re a vir-gin,” he cooed, rolling his eyes and chuckling under his breath.

At that moment, I could have kicked him in the balls. Of course, that action would totally ruin the entire night.
Fucker, as if I’d have sex without a condom. Your dick’s probably seen more play than Monday night football.
Joey Miles didn’t believe me. I should’ve been pissed, but I guess his skepticism was warranted.

I walked slowly to the bathroom and prepared myself the best I could. This sucked, and not in a sexual way. When I came back, hot and still naked Joey was lying on the towels. Good grief, would his dick ever get soft or was it perpetually hard? I checked the front door to make sure it was locked, then turned off all the lamps. I lay beside him on the towels. This felt awkward and clumsy.
Shouldn’t I be wearing killer lingerie and stilettos?
Here I was all sexed up in a tank and sweats, praying I didn’t bleed all over the place.

He began kissing me while placing my hand on his cock. An array of emotions rose from the tips of my toes to my breasts. This felt surreal. I kept my eyes closed as I massaged his length. He continued kissing my lips and then my neck.

“Take off your shirt,” he murmured.

I slowly pulled my top over my head, shyly covering my breasts with my palms. Technically, my boobs were about five times their size, so in essence, I was basically covering the nipples. He forced my hands away from my chest as his one palm languidly drifted between them. He then used his thumb and index finger to pinch my nipple as his tongue flicked each one.

There was a fire in the pit of my stomach. I moaned as my head fell back.

“You like that, baby? I’d like to lick you downstairs, but we’ll save returning the favor for another time, if you get my drift. For now, it’s all about my touch and my cock,” he said as he grabbed a condom off the coffee table.

I gathered he’d done this before. A lot. I watched as he pulled the condom out of the foil and sheathed his dick—with one hand. I almost wished we could forget the whole ravish the virgin and let me go back to my skill. Cock sucking. He pulled down my sweats along with my panties. Thank the Lord above it was dark, because I was mortified. My pussy felt slick with arousal and blood.
Gross!
This utopian moment had just flown out the window.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked as he pressed his knee between my legs to widen them.

As much as I feared the pain, my body complied. It currently had a mind of its own, and what it wanted was Joey Miles’s cock. I was embarrassed, scared, and turned on all at the same time, which threw me for a loop. I was going to pretend I was at the dentist having a cavity filled. I hated the dentist. But in about thirty minutes, it would be over and everything would be fine. I heard him grunt as I felt the head of his dick right at my opening. I went wooden. Like cadaver stiff.

“Relax.”

I looked up at his shadowy face, and for a brief moment, I could sense a change in him. It might have occurred to him I was telling the truth. Lying here with him wasn’t a shining moment for me. I was used to having the power. Now I was vulnerable. And I hated it. The next time I got laid, I’d be on top—either mentally or physically.

He pushed in just the tip. I felt pressure. Frankly, he felt too big to go in my small hole.

“Joey, I’m having second thoughts,” I said weakly.

He stopped and backed out. “If you say no, we’ll stop. I’m not a jerk, and we only do this if you say yes,” he said quietly. “But I’m hoping—more like praying—you’ll say yes. I want to fuck you so badly. No, I
need
to fuck you. Let me be your first, Red.”

I’d like to say he finally believed I was a virgin, but I knew he only wanted sex. I might have been unskilled in sexual intercourse, but I wasn’t a novice when it came to men. They would say anything in order to get their cock sucked. I assumed it was the same with sex. Tell the girl anything she wants to hear. And there were worse things than being fucked by Joey Miles. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad and everything I’d heard had been a ploy to discourage the act.

He leaned forward and began kissing my neck and then my breasts. Even the slightest caress had me hot with need. My body ached to be touched by him. My center begged for his cock.

“Yes,” I squeaked out.

There were no words as he continued where he left off, stretching me inch by inch. For fuck’s sake, this was going to take forever. I’d rather he plowed in full throttle.

“Just do it, Joey.”

He paused. His face was a dimly lit outline, but I could feel droplets of sweat dripping from him. “Are you sure?” he asked, sounding breathless.

“Please,” I replied, my voice strangled, my breathing labored.

He pushed forward. I wasn’t prepared for the pressure or the pain. I’d been right. His dick was too big. Jesus, it hurt like hell. This was definitely worse than the dentist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard Joey say under his breath. “Man, I am sorry. I had no idea. Son of a bitch.”

I couldn’t say anything. I wanted to cry. Tears brimmed at the edge of my eyes, but I refused to let them go. I was nineteen. It was time. This was it. No going back. For better or for worse.

The pressure began to lessen as he moved. I mimicked his movements. It was as if a light came on. My body liked this. No, it loved it. He pushed forward, and I could feel his balls against my bottom. It felt like my body had been sleeping and now was alive. I sensed all my nerves, especially in my lower half.

I could hear Joey grunting and groaning as he continued to rock into me. I heard a guttural cry rip loose from deep in my chest, and I hardly believed it was coming from me. My pulse spiked as my entire body responded to his continual thrusts. I became aware of a tightening in my pussy. It seemed to strangle his cock. It felt much tighter than before. My legs started to shake as I began to go into a euphoric state. I had been unsure if I ever had an orgasm before. Whatever I felt prior wasn’t this. I was definitely wrong. What I was now bordering on would change me forever. I’d never experienced anything like it.

“Oh…” I managed an ear-piercing scream as I felt my nails embed themselves into Joey’s upper arms. My body went stiff and I felt as though I were a slab of rock.

He continued to thrust faster and faster. “Baby, I’m coming… Oh God, it feels so good…”

I could feel his body shudder as he began to slow his pace. When he finally came to a stop, we lay there in silence. He moved slowly as he arched upward on one arm, pulling out. My thighs felt drenched, and I knew it wasn’t from my release. He adjusted himself, and I heard him struggle to remove the condom.

“Fuck, Red. I think you lived up to your name,” he said in a sarcastic tone.

I was seriously embarrassed. What had I been thinking?
There must be blood everywhere. Oh my God, I think I can smell it.
I sniffed the air. The room was rich with the scent of sex and copper.

“Where’s your bathroom? I need to wash up,” he asked.

I struggled to sit. I grabbed my sweats and put them across my crotch. For the first time, I felt dirty.

“First door around the corner,” I managed to croak out. I wanted to cry—again. Not because of physical pain, but because I was humiliated. The way Joey Miles acted, he made me feel like a whore, and for once, I was in agreement. I should have said no adamantly. He would have been satisfied with oral sex—they always are.

Maybe actual sex got better with time.

So this would be how I lost my virginity at nineteen. Banging the hottest jock in college, who had a broken arm, and I was bleeding everywhere. Bloodbath. Oh God.