13. His

THIRTEEN

HIS

GENEVIEVE

I ’ve seen Cross naked before; at least, from the waist down I have. It wasn’t on purpose. As attracted to him as I’ve been since the beginning, I’m not a perv. I’m not about to gawk at him unless he knows that he’s completely naked—like he is now.

But it happens, you know? I’m sure he’s gotten a glimpse of me before. It’s kind of avoidable when the toilet is out in the open. It’s only ever been a flash, though. Just an idea of what his limp cock looks like as he’s finishing up a piss before he rinses off his hands at the sink.

Now? There’s no avoiding seeing the majesty this is an aroused Cross da Silva.

I tell myself that his erection doesn’t mean anything. He’s been cooped up in here with me for weeks. A stiff breeze could probably get him going at this point. I don’t take it as a personal accomplishment that the though of him having to fuck me has him already hard, though I can’t help but appreciate the sight.

I’ve seen cocks before, but there’s something about eyeing the one that wants to find its way inside of you that makes them seem so much… bigger. And Cross’s is definitely impressive. I would’ve still been drawn to him if he pulled out, like two inches, but the six or so he has looks like it’ll be a lot of fun to play with.

I just… how the hell is that supposed to fit inside of me?

It’s supposed to, I tell myself. Don’t worry about that. At least one of us knows what we’re doing, and if that sudden surge of heat that flashes through me when I’m irrationally jealous of all of Cross’s previous lovers has me eager to join them so that I’m his latest one… well, it’s not like I didn’t know he was more experienced already. I wanted to fuck him anyway, and if we go through with this, I will.

I hate that we have no choice. Like, I really hate it. I want him to choose me because he cares about me, and while he’s already told me that he has, he hasn’t even made a single move toward me since that one kiss we had.

And now we have to fuck?

“Tick tock,” Winter says mockingly. “I upheld my end of the bargain. My men are gone. I’ll be quiet. You can forget I’m here and simply enjoy yourselves. But I warn you: my patience with this is thin. Please. It’s just sex. Do what I ask and let’s move on this our lives, yes?”

Maybe for Winter it’s just sex. But that creep knows very well that I’ve never done this before. I heard him. Asshole said ‘deflower’, and I almost want to fuck Cross just so I can finally be done with this purity bullshit for once and for all. The only reason I haven’t had sex yet is because the opportunity never presented itself. I didn’t save myself or anything like that. Hell, if Christopher had taken me up on my offer to fool around when we were sixteen and I was bored, I wouldn’t be obsessing over it now.

But I didn’t, and in a way I’m glad. Even considering the circumstances, I don’t think there’s anyone I wanted to experience this with besides Cross.

And to show him I’m not that nervous, and that I really do want to do this with him, I reach down and grab the hem of my sundress. It’s gotten loose lately, whether because I haven’t been eating as much or the material itself is being stretched out from being constantly on me, and it’s easy to pull it up and over my head.

So that Cross isn’t the only one naked, I take a deep breath before pulling off my panties. I add them to the growing pile on the floor before taking off my bra.

It’s slightly yellowed along the band from my sweat, and I feel like maybe I need to take a shower before we do this. I should be clean right? I mean, I can’t take a shower, but what about a quick splash at the sink?

“Tick, tock,” echoes Winter, and it’s like he knew exactly why I was hesitating—and not too happy about it. “Let’s go.”

Turning around, completely aware that both Winter and Cross have a full view of my ass, I swallow the lump in my throat and climb onto the cot. I feel a little better when Cross swiftly moves to cover me as I get into position, and when I look up at him and see the undeniable lust written in his eyes, I know that everything is going to be okay.

And, no, I’m not delusional at all, am I?

I figure, for the first time, lying down on my back would probably be the best. That way I can kind of just sprawl out and take it, and let Cross do what he knows how to do.

I shudder out a breath and wait for him to join me on the cot. He does, putting both knees on the mattress, and I can’t help but notice that his expression has turned hungry as he stares down at my naked body.

“So,” I laugh nervously, trying my best not to freak out that this is happening, that Cross obviously wouldn’t have chosen to do this, and Winter is somewhere probably unbuttoning his pants and pulling his own cock out like we’re his personal porno, “how exactly do we do this? You, huh, just stick that thing in me?”

God, I hope it fucking fits...

Cross tears his gaze away from me, dropping his gaze to his cock. He almost looks surprised to see how it’s jutting out from the patch of hair covering his groin. Giving it a quick stroke, gathering the bead of moisture I see at the tip, I wonder if he’s just going to do exactly that.

He doesn’t.

He shifts his weight, moving his body until he’s maneuvered himself in the cradle of my legs.. Going down on his belly, he shimmies back until his knees are on the floor, and his head is inches over my pussy.

I blink.

Winter sighs. “Really? Do you honestly think I have time to sit here and watch you do foreplay ?”

“She’s never done any of this before,” Cross grumbles. “You have us where you want us. We’re doing what you’re making us do. But I won’t hurt her. If I just start fucking her, she’ll be hurt. That’ll ruin your video, won’t it? I have to get her ready for me.”

“Make it quick,” Winter orders. “Otherwise I might change my mind and invite Noah to take your place.”

“Never,” Cross whispers harshly. The force of that snapped two syllables blows hot air out on the second one, and holy shit, does that feel incredible on my skin.

Did I think that feels incredible? How about when, completely ignoring Winter, his focus entirely on me, Cross uses two fingers to spread my pussy apart before burying his face in there.

Okay. I kind of figured that was what he was going to do. I guess I didn’t think he would just go for it, and I’m a little bit glad. I don’t have much time to be insecure about my own pubic hair or how musty I’ve got to be after not showering, or whether he would’ve enjoyed what he’s doing more if I’d gotten the chance to freshen up.

I can’t imagine he could enjoy it more. Between lapping at my entrance and using his nose to nuzzle my clit before he takes the little nub inside the heat of his mouth, he keeps panting softly, telling me how good I fucking taste.

“I knew it,” he says, coming up for a second just to make sure he can meet my eyes as he says that. His mouth is shiny with my juices, and I don’t feel a little bit embarrassed by that until he dips his head again, humming against my pussy. “From the moment I saw you dance, I knew your pussy would give off the most delicious nectar.”

Yeah. I highly doubt that. But if Cross wants to convince himself that I’m delicious, I’m all for it. Especially if he’ll keep on licking me like that.

Jesus fucking Christ. How did I go so long without this? The sensations are incredible, and I know it’s even better because it’s Cross he’s touching me with a reverence. It’s like I’m holy, like he’s worshipping at the altar of my cunt, and if I hear him mumble, “Oh my Fucking God,” as he takes part of my labia between his teeth, I’m more than happy to take him to the church of Genevieve.

At one point, he starts dipping his finger inside of me. There’s a little resistance, but the way he’s scraping his teeth over my clit now is so powerful, I bite back the slight scream as he stretches my pussy out. One finger, then two, and I know what he’s doing. He’s mimicking what his cock is going to do, and if that feels as good as this one, I can’t fucking wait.

It burns a little more when he widens his fingers, scissoring them inside of me. I can take it, though, and as my body tightens, clenches, convulses around his fingers as I start to come, he could do anything to me and I’d let him.

Cross waits for me to come down from it before he gives my mound one final kiss.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, and I just barely hear him over the roar of pleasure in my head. “And mine .”

Did he really say that? I don’t get the chance to ask before he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Climbing back up on the cot, on his knees as his cock leads the way, he marvels over the stickiness on his fingers. He flashes me a wicked smile as I stay flat on my back, fucking boneless, then slips two of his fingers into his mouth.

He licks them clean. When he’s done, he looks directly into my eyes. “ Delicious .”

I can see it in his eyes. He didn’t want to do this before, but after what we just experienced? I don’t think anything could stop what happens next except for me going up on my elbows, bracing my hand against his chest, and telling him ‘no’. I fully believe that. If I changed my mind, it wouldn’t matter what Winter threatens us with. He’d stop and face the consequences after.

Because he won’t force me. He’ll never force me.

And as he eases his body over mine, lodging his cock at my entrance for the first time, I would never forgive him if he decides to go all noble and stop this himself.

It would be his right. I’d understand. But, God, I’d never forgive him.

Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that because, thanks to the way he worked my body already, I’m as relaxed and as ready for him as I can be. He gives his body a quick push, seating himself just inside of me, and then he holds himself up on his arms.

“There might be a pinch, butterfly. But I know you’re going to be perfect. Fuck. You already are. This pussy… I’m already addicted and I’ve only just put the tip in.”

“Give me more,” I say, shocked at how husky and throaty my voice is. Probably because my throat is raw from all those stifled screams… “I want you, Cross. I want all of you.”

“I’ve gotta go slow. Take it easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t,” I promise.

He doesn’t seem to believe me. Nothing I can do will convince him otherwise. He takes his time, and, okay, I’m a little bit glad he did when the resistance goes from nothing to everything . I suck in a breath, about to tell him that maybe I did change my mind—I’m so full, and I don’t think I can take anymore—when, suddenly, there’s that pinch followed by enough pleasure to make it worth it.

“You okay, butterfly?”

“Fucking great,” I breathe out.

He grin. “That’s my girl.”

Cross is right. With his cock stretching me out, I am his girl. For tonight, at least, and I’m going to savor that the entire time we have this connection.

I wish it lasted longer than it did. I’m sure Cross thinks the same. His thrusts start out slow, but almost as if he can’t control himself, he picks up the pace until the cot is rocking, I’m sliding on the cheap sheets, and he’s racing toward his own orgasm.

And then it’s done. As quick as it began, over so fast that I’m still humming from when Cross made me come, it’s done?—

“Coming inside of her… not expected, but it was a nice touch.”

—and I suddenly remember why exactly we did what we did.

Oh, fuck.

Winter’s voice slaps me out of my post-nut haze, making everything crystal clear as I realize that I completely forgot to pull out before I started to come.