Page 5 of Has-Been
“Whore? I’ll be your whore, Has-Been. I’ll do whatever you want me to, and I’ll let you do things to me, even if they’re not gentle. I just need you.”
He’d flinched at the word ‘whore’ both times, and he was shaking his head by the time I finished speaking.
“You could never be a whore, Elise. You’d just be the sweetest thing I’d taste before I died. I’m starting to think it’s worth the risk.You are.”
“I am. I can be.”
His lips came down on mine, softly, gently, and he used that fist in my hair to angle my head, as my lips parted and he finally eased his tongue against mine. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his arm trembled as it held my hair. He was fighting so hard to keep in control of himself, but I really wanted him to let go, and touch me.
Has-Been let out a soft sigh, and then he pressed closer, his body trapping mine against the door, as his kiss grew more aggressive, and his tongue surged as he crushed my mouth against his. I could feel his hard muscles, and… and… I could feelit. He was aroused, and it was pressing against me. I gasped, tensing involuntarily, and he noticed immediately.
As he pulled back from me, and stepped fully away, reaching down to tug at his jeans, I could see the regret on his face, even though he wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
Did he what?
“Of course not! Why would you ask that?”
He lifted his eyes, but he was still acting shifty, like he’d done something wrong.
“Has-Been, talk to me.”
He moved fast, and suddenly I was trapped against the door again, and he was glaring down at me like I’d said something wrong.
“See, you look like a scared little fucking kitten right now. Clearly I did something wrong, so either tell me, or let me get out of here before I do you any more harm.”
“I…” Oh god, am I really going to say it? He raised his eyebrows at me, and I could feel I was losing him, he was going to leave if I didn’t speak.
“Dammit, Has-Been… I’ve never… I felt your uh,thing, pressing against me, and I was surprised, that’s all.”
His brow creased, and he blinked, his lips silently repeating the word ‘thing’ over and over.
“Darlin’, are you talking about my cock? Of course I’m hard, have you looked at you? Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to have your sweet body pressing against mine, as your tongue dances in my fucking mouth?” Oh god. The tingle between my legs, that had started when he kissed me, intensified at the dirty things he said to me.
“Elise, I’m gonna come off as a prick here, but I gotta know. Just how innocent are you?”
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Ofcoursetherehadbeen rumours, idle talk about Stitch’s innocent younger sister. I think I’d heard him call her ‘pure’ before when he was talking with Reacher. Was it just wishful thinking on his part, or was she seriously still a virgin? A woman as beautiful and sexy as her? How the hell was that even possible?
My question had added a dark red blush to her cheeks, and fire to her eyes. Fuck me, she just kept getting sexier.
“Go away.” She was suddenly shoving at my chest, and I moved, because of course I fucking did. You don’t ignore a woman when she wants you to stop touching her, and anyone who does is a compete fucking asshole.
“Elise? I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” I followed her as she crossed the room to the bed, and dropped down onto it, burying her face in her hands. She mumbled something, and I crouched in front of her, trying to ignore the way those shorts seemed to fucking disappear once she was seated.
“Babe?”
She mumbled whatever it was again, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her hands and forcibly pulling them away from her face.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
Her face was so red, and her eyes were a little teary, and I hated being the bastard who’d just made her look that way. I didn’t need her to answer me, because her fucking behaviour was doing it for her. She was a virgin, and I’d just accidentally humiliated her.
For some reason, that fact embarrassed her, even though I couldn’t deny that I felt fucking relieved. No other fucker should have touched her, especially some pre-pubescent scrote, offering her a clumsy first time from a one pump chump. No, she deserved to be bathed in pleasure, and practically in a fucking orgasm-coma, before a worthy man showed her how it felt to take his cock.
A worthy man,aka not me.
