Chapter Seventeen

Odette

A iden’s kiss was pure desire. I knew he was confused, but I made it clear that tonight wasn’t about talking. Instead of wallowing, I needed to control this one thing—this one aspect of my life. Sex wasn’t the answer to my problems—I knew that. For now, it was a sedative for my lack of control.

Moaning into his lips, I felt my stress melt away. His hands held my hips, gently caressing the silk dress I was desperate to take off. He tasted like whisky and smoke, and I found the combination oddly addictive, considering I had a distaste for both.

Delicately pushing my hips away, Aiden broke away from the kiss. “Why don’t you go take a shower to wash the night away. Niko or I will be up when you’re done, okay?” He prompted.

Taking a shower would make me feel better. My face was stained with tears, and I could still feel Lestat’s breath on my ear. However, I thought Aiden’s request seemed like it had an ulterior motive. “I won’t change my mind if that’s what you’re hoping,” I assured. I was certain this was him giving me an opportunity to think about it one last time.

Aiden grinned, and I knew I was right. “I just don’t want you to see Niko and I play rock paper scissors over who gets to fuck you,” he joked.

At least I thought it was a joke before I saw Niko’s challenging smile. I let out a small laugh before giving Wyatt and Dominic a questioning glance. They’d obviously had a conversation about who’d be my first, so I wondered why they weren’t contenders.

Truthfully, I had no preference. I cared for them all the same. It was easier if they decided amongst themselves; I wouldn’t seem biased that way.

Wyatt pressed his lips together to hide a smile. “I’ve got hardware,” he explained discreetly.

Recalling the ladder of piercings going up his length, I widened my eyes. I was glad they’d already thought of that because I completely forgot. The purpose of them must have been for pleasure, but maybe not ideal for my first time.

Dominic took in a breath. “I’m not gentle.”

Ten points for honesty...?

That was enough explanation for me, and I appreciated them opting out for my sake. Turning to Aiden and Niko, I smiled at them both. “Good luck,” I joked. For Niko’s sake, I hoped they were doing the best of three, or it wouldn’t be fair. Aiden was a literal mind reader.

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Niko assured with a wink, confident that he’d win.

“You’ll see her in the morning,” Aiden retorted with a grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I turned to go up the stairs.

Cat was sitting on my bed as I entered, greeting me with a purr as he kneaded the sheets with his paws. He blinked slowly up at me, clearly just waking up from his nap. “I hate to ruin your bed, but you probably want to move soon,” I whispered while petting him.

Deciding a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, I left him on the bed and went into my bathroom. The dress pooled at my feet, and I kicked the damn thing into the corner. Never to be worn again. I let my hair out of its braid and ran my hands through it.

I didn’t have long in the shower before the water would get cold. While I was more than confident in my decision, Aiden’s mind games were working, and I felt the nerves start to seep in.

Would it hurt? Would I even feel pleasure my first time? Losing virginity wasn’t a fun experience, from what I’d seen and been told by Anna. It was messy, awkward, and painful. Even with the right person, it was just a tricky interaction.

Preparing myself, both in cleanliness and emotionally, I finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. My expectations were very realistic; I didn’t expect a mind-blowing orgasm or a sensation besides discomfort. They were all big, which I was sure I’d appreciate more later, but I was a little nervous for now.

The only thing I allowed myself to focus on or think of was them. I banned the rest of the evening from my thoughts.

My hair was brushed, my skin moisturized and spritzed with perfume.

Wrapped in a towel, I stilled when I exited my bathroom. The room looked completely different. The light was dimmed, and small tea light candles were scattered on the shelves and surfaces. Cat was (luckily) nowhere in sight, and the comforter on my bed was pulled back, looking inviting.

Big hands gently pushed my wet hair to the side, exposing my upper back and neck from behind me. He must have been standing just outside the door, where I wouldn’t see him. Goosebumps rose on my skin as lips pressed a kiss to the tender skin of my neck. The three-day-grown-out stubble was rough against my soft skin as he trailed his lips and tongue across my neck.

“You didn’t let him win?” I asked Aiden in a breathy voice.

“I let him win a round.” Aiden husked his answer against me. “Then I thought of how long I’ve been jerking off to the thought of your pussy wrapped around me. Every minute of every day, I have unruly fantasies of fucking you.”

My thighs squeezed together as I turned to face him. He was undressed in boxers, tented with his dick straining painfully against them. His eyes were electric blue, even in the room’s dim light.

He placed his hands over mine, where I securely held the towel in place, covering myself. He carefully moved my hands, and the towel fell to the floor. His greedy eyes weren’t shy as he took me in. “If you still want to do this tonight, I want it to be very clear what will happen afterward,” he began.

The room was freezing, but my skin was ignited as he gently traced the outline of my breasts. He kept his eyes on me as he spoke. “Tonight, I’ll fuck you slowly, gently, and take my time making you feel like a princess,” he whispered. An edge to his tone made the gentle words sound intimidating.

His fingers stopped tracing as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me flush against him. “But tomorrow morning, I’m going to fuck you how I’ve been craving to. I’m going to fuck you until I physically can’t, then I’m going to slut you out to your other professors so they can use your little cunt however they want. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He pressed his dick against my torso and smirked down at me. “Tomorrow, you will be fucked all day long until you go to sleep—and maybe even then. Monday, when you’re sitting in Niko’s class, your legs will still be shaking, and our cum will still be dripping out of your messy little hole,” he threatened.

My jaw slacked, and my pussy was drenched at the graphic images that flooded my mind. I was sure I looked like a deer in headlights as I stared at him in shock. No words or coherent sentences formed in my mind. “W-what if I’m sore?” Was the only thing I could think of saying.

An evil grin overtook his features as he pulled me impossibly closer to him, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his torso. “You will be.” He began walking over to the bed, where he gently laid me down. “But don’t worry your pretty little head about tomorrow, Babydoll. Like I said, I’m going to be gentle tonight.”

My heart was hammering, and my pussy was throbbing. A satisfying mixture of nerves and eagerness overtook my senses, becoming pure adrenaline.

Soft pillows were beneath my head as I watched him remove his boxers. His dick sprung to life, slapping him in the stomach. He kneeled onto the bed, and peered down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed out before his hands snaked up my thighs. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy, Babydoll.”

Pink tinted my cheeks as I slowly widened my knees, giving him a view of my drenched core. He hummed in approval, running a digit along my slick entrance. “You get wet so easily; I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“You... have a way with words,” I bit my lip as I watched him lower himself.

His head was between my legs, and I took a sharp breath, knowing his intentions. His eyes stayed locked on me as he licked my slit, barely putting any pressure on me. “Tell me, Doll. Which do you like more, your clit being played with or your hole?” He asked.

I moaned as he dipped his tongue into my entrance before licking back up and circling my clit. He followed the pattern a few times before giving my hole extra attention. His tongue plunged into me over and over again, swirling until I was gripping the sheets, fighting an orgasm. He moved his mouth to my clit, replacing his tongue with three fingers, and I hissed at the change.

“They’re both good,” I said through whimpers.

“I’ll leave your cunt for my cock,” he said as he removed his fingers and lapped at my clit.

“Aiden!” I moaned at the intense pleasure.

“I know,” he rasped. “Cum for me, Doll.”

Moments later, I was squirming under his tongue as pleasure flooded through me, calming my nerves and making my body feel light as air.

I barely even noticed Aiden move to his knees and place himself between my legs. “You sound so sexy when you cum,” he groaned before grabbing my hips and sliding me further down the bed. “Are you ready, Doll? I’ll be gentle, but it might hurt.” He asked.

Without a shadow of a doubt or a second thought, I nodded. “I’m ready.”

He rubbed his tip against my sopping entrance and groaned, closing his eyes. Aiden’s dick was long and hard with a vein running along it—watching him start to push into me made my mouth water.

“Aiden,” I widened my eyes, feeling sober for a moment in my dick-drunk state.

Interrupted, he stopped his movements and looked down at me in question.

“I’m not on... anything. Do you have a condom?” The question felt embarrassing, but I couldn’t have sex without protection. Pregnancy was something I wouldn’t risk.

Aiden smirked, resuming his teasing strokes to my slit. “No, I have a vasectomy,” he announced proudly. “We all do.”

Thank God. As a woman who confidently never wants children but plans to have a lot of sex, those words were music to my ears. “You just got like ten times hotter,” I complimented.

He smiled before pushing his tip into me. It didn’t hurt at all, I just felt a slight pressure. “You’re so wet, if I don’t slow down I’ll slide in too fast.” He placed one of his hands next to my head, still holding his dick with the other, guiding it into me. “Tell me if we need to change positions,” he instructed before his hips slowly began pushing again.

It felt entirely strange and foreign, but not painful like I expected. Each inch he pushed in was a new wave of discomfort, and I felt incredibly stretched and full. “That’s it, Doll. Just a little bit more,” he coaxed, watching me closer than he usually did. I kept my gaze between our legs, trying to gauge how much more of him there was. “You’re holding your breath,” he pointed. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

Drawing in a breath of air, I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t say hurt. It’s just a little uncomfortable,” I described. “Don’t stop,” I gave him an encouraging nod.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed me, incidentally pushing himself another inch or two into me suddenly. I whimpered out at the quickness of it, but parted my lips for him.

Once again, I tasted smoke and whisky on his tongue, only this time I also tasted myself. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He moaned into the kiss, gently rocking his hips back before pushing into me again. He wasn’t all the way in yet, but the rock of his hips felt good.

I moaned into his lips and tightened my legs around him, wanting more. “You’re making it difficult to be gentle, Odette,” he sounded pained as he spoke.

In response, I sucked on his tongue and squeezed my legs around his waist just to push him over the edge. He said it himself—he would be slow and gentle and fuck me like a princess. It was clearly hard and something he wasn’t used to doing. “How much more?”

He moaned before pushing all the way into me, and I finally felt a twinge of pain. I hissed against his lips and grabbed onto his forearms, now both by my head. “Fuck,” I cursed.

“That much,” he answered darkly. “You’re doing so well, Babydoll. How does it feel to have a cock in your pussy?” He asked before pulling out a few inches then thrusting back in slowly.

It was a new kind of pleasure, one that would take me no time to grow addicted to. I moaned through the discomfort and tenderness and teasingly rolled my hips up. “Like it was made for you,” I answered.

He pushed into me suddenly, making me cry out as he hit the tender part. “Awe, Babydoll, if you want me to be less gentle, all you have to do is ask—”

“Be less gentle,” I looked up at him through my lashes. His pace was slow and tantalizing; it was killing me. “Just don’t go too deep,” I added quickly, not wanting to feel the painful part that he kept prodding with his last two inches.

He placed a tender kiss against my lips before he sat up straight. Tingles spread from his hands to my hips, where he gripped me. He held my hips in place as he rocked his hips, thrusting into me at a steady pace. He intentionally left a few inches out with each thrust. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” he growled.

My eyes danced across his muscular frame. His arms, chest, and abs were covered in tattoos and his muscles contrasted in the dim light. My waist looked tiny in his giant hands as he fucked into me. With the aroma of cigarettes and whisky and my view of him buried inside me, I felt undeniably obsessed with him.

Electric eyes snapped up from my pussy and met mine, where he caught me lusting over him. Soft sounds of moans and whimpers fell from my lips as we watched each other.

Releasing my hip, one hand traveled up my middle and groped my breast. My nipples were hard, partly because of the freezing temperature, mostly because I was unbelievably horny. He ran his thumb over my nipple, and I bit my lip.

Everything he did intrigued me. I didn’t dare look away for a moment, scared I would miss any part of this. I surprised myself with how confidently I watched him without shying away. Every move, every touch, every sensation fascinated me.

His other hand traveled lower, and here he circled his thumb around my clit. “Enjoying the show?” He asked, finally acknowledging my intense stare on him. “You seem very spacey. Are you okay, Babydoll?” He slowed his pace.

“I’m okay.” Even if my moans didn’t compromise my speaking ability, I didn’t feel really like talking. My body was ignited, and I felt everything from the curling stroke he did to the way his leg kept brushing against mine. I was simply wholly entranced by him. Everything around me felt hazed and... floaty.

“Nothing hurts?” He asked.

I shook my head and smiled at him. “Don’t stop,” I replied eagerly. Sex was exceeding my expectations drastically. It felt euphoric and not at all excruciating like I expected. My only complaint was that it felt uncomfortable, but that was expected.

Picking up his pace again, he moved faster this time, desperately thrusting into me. His bottom lip was pulled tight between his teeth as he groaned in pleasure. His thumb moved faster around my clit—though with his dick in me, it became an afterthought.

Cascades of moans spilled from my lips as a knot started building in my core.

“You’re taking me so fucking good, Babydoll. Fuck, I can feel your little pussy squeezing me. Do you want to cum, Baby? Is that what you want?” He rasped, picking up his pace again.

He was beginning to lose himself and that gentleness he was trying to cling to. I didn’t mind; as long as he didn’t go too deep, I was on cloud nine. Needing something to occupy my hands, I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. “Yes! I’m so close,” I whimpered.

He leaned down, hovering over me again as he thrust into me. “I know, Doll. Hold it for a few more seconds,” he growled. His thrusts got sloppy and rougher, hitting the tender spot.

I bit my lip to stop the cry that threatened to slip. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the pleasure was winning by a landslide. “Aiden!” I cried out as he slammed all the way into me, hitting the same spot over and over.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt an intense pleasure erupt. “So fucking good for me; that’s it, cum for me, Doll,” he moaned as his dick twitched inside me.

My body went limp as pleasure flowed through me, igniting every nerve and making my skin tingle. I flinched when I felt another new sensation. Aiden came inside me, and it was a feeling I hadn’t expected. It was hot and very messy, but I liked it.

“Fuck,” he panted out before kissing me. Still holding my hand, his lips moved flawlessly and passionately against mine.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling him continue to twitch inside me. A wave of exhaustion hit me, and I felt my eyes get heavy. “Wow,” I panted out.

Aiden glanced between us before he nodded in agreement. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he chuckled.

Reaching my hand up, I ran it through his dark hair. “I think I have an idea,” I teased. “I’m so tired,” I said, fighting sleep.

He smirked. “You did so well, Doll,” he praised. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can go to bed,” he informed before scooping me up, with his dick still inside me.

I wrapped my legs around him as he began walking to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in with me. “This might feel strange,” he prompted before slowly pulling out of me. There was a strange pain, followed by an empty feeling, and then stickiness covered my thighs as our cum leaked down my legs.

Securely holding me around my waist, Aiden helped me wash away any mess that had been made. Even in my tired, satisfied, happy state, I noticed something. There was no blood. I desperately didn’t want to think about what that meant—part of me knew. I had a hunch earlier, and this was a possible confirmation of that suspicion.

“Odette?” Aiden lifted my chin.

“Huh?” I blinked a few times up at him.

“You look upset,” he deadpanned. Concern was written all over his face, and I’d hate for him to think my expression had anything to do with him. My thoughts just got away from me for a moment.

“I’m just tired, I promise,” I added a smile.

He didn’t seem convinced, but he turned off the water and helped me out anyway. He bundled me up in a towel, put his boxers back on, and put an oversized T-shirt on me. I definitely felt more of that tenderness now than I did earlier. Standing was a little uncomfortable, so I tried to limit my movements.

“Want me to carry you?” Aiden asked with a teasing smirk, gesturing to my crooked walk as we exited the bathroom.

“Could you?” I laughed and gave him a cheesy grin.

Something on the bed caught my attention, and I looked past him. I pressed my hands against my chest, relief filling me as I saw the red stain on the sheets.

Aiden followed my eye-line and placed his hand on my waist. “Don’t worry about it, Doll. It’ll wash out,” he assured gently, probably thinking I was embarrassed by the blood. I was the farthest thing from embarrassed; I was relieved. Charles’ business partners may have touched me, but I was never raped. I felt sad that I needed to be happy about that, but I was.

Lost in thought, it took me too long to notice how Aiden’s expression changed from soft to knowing as he looked between the sheets and myself. His eyebrows fell, hooding his eyes and darkening his features. Every bone in my body knew that he’d somehow figured it out. My staring at the stain for too long for a few seconds told him everything he needed to know.

Needing a quick change, I averted my eyes to the ground before taking his hand in mine and leaving my room to go to his. Although he seemed worried and conflicted, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bed.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I whispered to Aiden as I cuddled into his side. I couldn’t tell him or any of them tonight; I just needed to sleep. I was happy. I finally had sex with one of the most drool-worthy, sweet men I’d ever met. I didn’t want anything to put a damper on our night.

He turned on his side, facing me. “You can tell us anything, Odette. I don’t know what happened tonight, what you dream about, or why you looked at the sheets with relief. It’s not good for you to keep everything to yourself, Doll,” he spoke softly.