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  “So you gonna invite me in, Red?” he asked in the sexiest, deepest voice I’d ever heard. I’m sure my ice cream began to melt just having him so close.

  “Umm… yeah, I guess so. Do I know you?” I asked, attempting to be coy. Not one of my better attributes.

  He squeezed past me as I opened the door farther. Holy crap, he was hard. I felt the size and it’s thickness as he passed me. I could feel the heat radiating from his package. I put the bowl of ice cream on the table by the door because I suddenly craved something else.

  I knew why he was here. I wasn’t incensed by it. How could anyone be upset with Joey Miles? God made perfection. Tall, lean, and a smile that would make any girl drop her panties—except me. I wasn’t interested in him that way. I had no intention of letting him get frisky with that part of my anatomy… especially right now. I heard him bite back a soft groan as he sat on the sofa. I noticed he beckoned me to sit beside him. Oh, he wants me close. He shifted his body and tugged on the front of his jeans, making his intentions obvious as I sat down.

  “Are you in pain?” I asked, grinning as I stared at the buttons on his jeans.

  “Among other things,” he replied as his eyes went to his crotch.

  We both stared at his full-blown erection. It was an encouraging sight. I pursed my lips together as I closed my eyes. Men had no idea what giving a blowjob did to me. It bordered on ecstasy.

  I didn’t know if I’d ever had an orgasm. I had nothing to compare it with. The books I’d read explained that vaginal fucking wasn’t necessary for one. Actual orgasm could be achieved sans a cock and could be induced in variable ways, including fingers, tongue, lips, and many other things. When I gave head, my body became tight like a bow and it felt like electrical current buzzing through me. There were moments I felt tiny shocks going through my body. It reminded me of a hot, dry summer day when the air made everything you touched crackle. Only these electrical impulses made me feel exquisitely damp between my legs. I could feel my sex expand and contract the longer I sucked and the deeper his cock went into my throat.

  So it was basically a win-win. We both got what we wanted. I always allowed them to come in my mouth, although I’d had a few that preferred my boobs. They’d joked about it being a pearl necklace. But I loved when they released in my mouth. I’d learned how to enjoy the taste and texture. It wasn’t an act for me. I wouldn’t know how to fake an orgasm anyway. I just did what came natural to me.

  My favorite thing was skimming the pad of my thumb along their length, feeling the weight of their balls in the palm of my hand, and sweeping my tongue across the crown, catching that first clear droplet of precum. I felt powerful watching their body shake and become taut as I grazed my teeth along their cock, threatening to bite down. Right before they thrust into my mouth, ramming their cock so deep in my throat it bordered on suffocation, I sensed their climax and it spilled from my lips. Most of the time, I tried to swallow all of it. But there were some that produced an overabundant amount. I could only ingest so much. Still, I was an expert in the field and evidently a legend around campus. This was probably the only reason the hottest player on the lacrosse team was sitting on my sofa, sporting a ferocious hard-on.

  “Should I take care of that for you?” I murmured as I trailed my fingers across his rigid cock.

  “Fuck.” The word blew out his lips more like a moan than an actual comment.

  My sentiments exactly. Only I planned to do the fucking with my mouth. I scooted closer to him and fit my hand tightly between the crease of his legs. I let out a sigh as I swept my palm along his thighs. Damn, but he was muscular. I guess you had to be in order to play the sport he did. I flicked open one of his jean buttons. His eyebrows shot up as he smiled questionably. I had some male friends who’d perfected the art of unhooking a bra with a thumb and index finger. I, on the other hand, could tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue, and I could seriously deep throat a banana. Plus, I was a virtuoso at opening buttons on jeans with one finger. You had to know your craft. I was a genius at the art of seduction. Not bad for a virgin.

  Was I actually a virgin? Because I still had a hymen? I’d read many pamphlets, most of them claiming you are indeed having sex, even if it’s only oral. I’d blown more men than most of my girlfriends had slept with. I wasn’t sure how to label myself. No one actually knew about my V-card status. Well, except Haven and only because we both shared the same affliction. Almost everyone I’d blown had told his friends we’d fucked. I guess it would look bad for their street cred if they hadn’t completed the deed. Evidently, I was a great lay. Who knew?

  I quietly giggled to myself.

  I popped the rest of Joey’s buttons and pulled out an adequate-sized dick. I’d seen bigger, but they didn’t belong to one of the sexiest men on campus. I sighed as I swept my tongue across the crown.

  “Oh man. Wow. Damn. Baby, that feels good.” He groaned as he wrapped his uninjured hand around my hair.

  “I haven’t even started yet,” I said, pausing as I looked up at him. “Can you take off your shirt?” I asked sheepishly. I wanted to rest my head against that six-pack. Suddenly, he pushed me up and away. What the hell?

  He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, and then he kicked off his shoes along with his jeans. I swear I was fucking salivating. His body was a masterpiece. Every single inch of him was flawless, ripped from stern to stem. Muscle packed on top of muscle. His physique wasn’t body builder big, just lean and cut. His innie belly button sat snugly right above his indented V. And I had vastly underrated the size of his cock, because with him naked, it looked much larger and currently was pointing west—right at me.

  Joey pulled me off the sofa and forced me to my knees. Oh, he was one of those. Domineering and controlling.

  I grasped his cock firmly and began stroking it as I nibbled across the head. His moans and groans motivated me. Once I began tracing my tongue around his sack, I knew he was lost. I felt his balls scrunch up and get rigid, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he lost his load. College and high school boys had that in common. I could go for thirty minutes at least until my jaw began to ache. If they were tiny, I could squeeze out an hour. If they were man-meat, sometimes fifteen minutes. There were instances I barely got started and they would come. I haven’t a clue why they called the act foreplay. To me, once they came, my job was complete. It was over. Finished. At least I was.

  “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 eve
rything 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.