28. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Devon

I’m not a shy girl. Never have been. I’ve had my moments, of course, but usually I’m comfortable in my skin. But there is a different kind of comfort I have with Tatum. Everything with him is easy… when he’s being nice, that is. When he’s being like this? The amount of relief I feel is jarring. Knowing I can be myself one hundred percent is freeing in a way I don’t experience anywhere else. I don’t have to hold back; don’t have to pretend. I don’t worry about the words that come out of my mouth, I just say them. I’m me and he accepts it. Once upon a time, he loved me for it.

When he tells me to say please, I don’t hesitate to say it. If he wants me to beg, I’ll beg. He says desperation isn’t sexy, and maybe it isn’t—but then he tells me to say please? Not sure that makes sense, but I don’t care to make sense of Tate or this situation because I’ll be at it all day. I need to take things at face value. He wants something from me; I’ll give it to him, no questions asked .

“Have you done anything before? Sucked a dick? Been eaten out?”

I shake my head, biting my bottom lip.

He raises a brow as if he doesn’t believe me. I wait for him to call me out, but he doesn’t say a word. I never expected Tate to believe I’m still a virgin, and I’m surprised he hasn’t said a word about it yet. I thought it would be the first thing he did when we were alone.

I add, “I’m serious. I haven’t.”

“But you fuck yourself?”

I smile. “Yeah.”

“With what?”

“My fingers. Toys…”

“What kind of toys?” he asks, shifting his weight onto his elbow.

“I have a dildo and some vibrators,” I answer with a small shrug.

“You’ve fucked yourself with a dildo? You’re hardly a virgin if you’ve shoved all sorts of things in your pussy, Devon.” There’s some aggression in those words, and I have no idea why. Is he mad he won’t be the only thing that’s been inside me? Seems like a Tate thing to be mad about.

“Why do you sound jealous?” I taunt, running my fingers up his side. I love the way his skin feels. It’s so soft.

He grits his teeth, leaning in close.

“I paid for a virgin, and I want a tight cunt.”

I gasp.

Holy shit, this side of Tate is hot as hell. The aggression, but in a sexual way… Who knew that would be sexy ?

“I assure you my pussy is tight,” I argue.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, sitting back on his calves and tugging my pants down. “You always wax, or was it just for the occasion?”

Leave it to Tate to be blunt about everything. He’s probably the reason I’m not shy; he never let me be. Everything was always out in the open with him. No secrets.

Except one, that is.

“Always.”

“Daddy allows that?”

“Daddy doesn’t know.”

He tosses my pants away, sliding his hands up my thighs and spreading them wide. My cheeks warm. Okay, maybe I’m a little shy…

“You’re inspecting me like a prized pig,” I say.

He flicks his eyes toward me. “You’re far from a pig, baby.”

He leans down, running his tongue along the inside of my thigh. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from whimpering. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my back arches from the bed.

“Really? That reactive over just touching your thigh?” He chuckles, sliding further down the bed to lie down between my legs. My clit throbs and aches with the need to be touched. I may be a virgin, but I have touched myself a lot. I know what I like and I’m familiar with my body.

Tate looks my pussy over like he’s examining it, and I’m starting to get insecure about it.

Why is he staring at me like that?

“Don’t come until I say,” he rasps out.

“O- okay.” Shouldn’t be too difficult. I know what edging is and I’ve done it a few times. I wasn’t lying when I said I like to watch porn. I’ve watched all sorts, and it helped me learn what I like. Maybe I wasn’t so concerned about losing my virginity because I learned how to take care of myself. What else am I supposed to do when I’m in the house all day?

Tate smirks, his brown eyes flickering with excitement, then leans in and swipes his tongue over my clit.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, my hips moving into his mouth of their own volition. He goes in to do it again, the heat and warmth of his tongue like nothing I’ve felt before. Tate doesn’t pull his mouth away, just slowly drags his tongue back and forth. He’s barely been there ten seconds and he’s already driving me crazy.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I say, pushing his head away.

He looks up at me with a cocky smirk. “Something wrong, baby?”

“I can’t—you said…” I’m panting, my body wound tight like a spring. One more lick and I’d be done for. How did he do that?

“What did I say?” he teases.

I lick my lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“So quickly?” he asks in a degrading tone, that for some reason is so damn sexy.

“As if your first blow job lasted more than thirty seconds?” I fire back.

“Baby, you won’t even last thirty seconds,” he says, running his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs which somehow is keeping me right on the edge.

Could I come like this?

I wouldn’t doubt it with the way I’m feeling .

He’s probably right about me not lasting, but I’m stubborn.

“I’ll last at least a minute,” I argue.

“Let’s bet on that.” He pushes himself up and gets his phone from the end table to put a timer on. “If you come before the minute is up, I’m getting a favor that I can call in at any time.”

I gasp, which makes him smile wider. With Tate, that could be anything from helping him pick out clothes to fucking me in the ass.

“And if I don’t?”

“What do you want?”

“Tell me why you stopped talking to me.”

He grits his teeth, but nods, dropping the phone to the bed. He taps the button to start it and goes back to licking me the way he was without warning.

It’s been five seconds now and I already know I’m not going to make it. Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I think I could last so long for my first time? Because I had no idea a mouth could feel so good… That Tate could make me feel so good.

Accepting defeat, I lie back and enjoy it. Fuck it. Tatum can have this glory. This feels too good to stop him.

My stomach tightens, and I get this warm sensation in my lower abdomen. A quick glance at the phone shows the number nineteen.

“Damnit…” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair. “Oh, Tate… you’re going to make me come.”

He keeps dragging his tongue over my clit like he’s barely working for it, and I detonate. My back arches from the bed, my hands digging into his scalp. And the noises that leave me don’t even sound like me… they hardly sound human!

Tate doesn’t let up, he keeps licking me, his grip on me tightening when I try to fight him off. He sucks on my clit, this gentle suckling motion that has me dizzy. All the muscles in my body are tight and before I know what’s happening, another orgasm crashes over me—this one fast and intense. I cry out, unable to stop myself.

The timer goes off, alerting us that it’s been a minute.

Tate wipes his mouth, then holds out two fingers toward me.

“I wouldn’t be too proud of that,” I say, trying to catch my breath. Two orgasms in less than a minute? Is he some kind of magician? Damn…

“No? That’s too bad because I am. Pretty sure that’s my personal best.”

“Ew. Don’t compare me to all the whores you’ve had your mouth on.” I sit up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it away.

Tate’s hungry eyes are glued to my boobs.

He leans over me, pushing me to the bed and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan softly as he licks across to the other one, nibbling on it.

The heavy weight of his cock rests on my sensitive clit. With each swipe, I jerk away, too sensitive to be touched.

“Can you please just do it already?” I breathe out.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

“Yes. Are you clean?”

“I was at the auction, wasn’t I?”

Good point .

Tate holds my gaze, something akin to him being unsure passes across his eyes before he shifts his hips, so his dick is pressing at my entrance. Does he not want to do this? Why wouldn’t he want to do this? Will I be able to look him in the eye if he changes his mind?

“You sure about this?” he asks. “Last chance to tell me no.”

I shake my head. “I want you to do it.” I didn’t realize how true that statement was until this very moment. “Are you sure?”

He huffs out a laugh. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

He pushes into me slowly, and at first, it’s just a stretching feeling. His dick is much bigger than any dildo I’ve ever used. Tate takes his time pulling out and going back in. Each time he goes a little deeper, and the stretch hurts a little more.

Tate takes his time settling inside me, pausing when my body tenses.

“You good, baby?” he asks, brushing his cheek along mine.

“Yes…”

I had no idea what my first time would be like, but I’m grateful Tate is taking his time. That he isn’t rushing through it. That he’s worried about how I’m feeling and not just enjoying the fact he gets to fuck a virgin.

I grip the back of his head, locking my legs around his waist as he rocks in and out of me. He’s so hard, I swear I feel every inch of him inside of me. Every ridge, every vein, every pulse. He feels so much different from the toys I’ve used. Warm and harder. It’s… I love it.

He kisses the spot just beneath my ear, letting out the softest moan. “Fuck, you really are so tight, baby. ”

I’m overrun with emotion as he slowly fucks me. I can’t be sure if it’s the orgasms or the situation. Maybe it’s everything. But I’m pretty sure my plan to keep my feelings out of this has just gone out the window.