Chapter Nine

Ringo

That was it. I was gonna come in my fucking pants. Never had I witnessed anything like what Calista was experiencing now. She was completely lost in pleasure, a look of utter euphoria on her face. And she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever fuckin' seen.

I kissed her softly, trying to bring her down carefully before driving her back up again. If I had my way, once she'd rested, Calista would be like this for days. I wanted to explore every single fantasy she had and help her make some more. I wanted to be the man to show her the joys of sex, and I wanted her to always associate sex and pleasure with me. No one else. Not even as a passing memory she hadn't thought about in years. I wanted her to know her needs and desires were important and valid and never wrong or dirty.

"That's it, baby girl. That's it. You came so beautifully for me, didn't you?"

"Ringo." Her voice was a whisper of wonder. Her eyes wide. Sweat coated her skin in a shimmery sheen in the morning light filtering through the window.

I smiled down at her. "You back with me?"

She smiled a slow, lazy smile. A woman well-satisfied. "I never left you. It was all you."

"No, honey. It was all you. Much as I'd love to take the credit for it, you're the most naturally sensual creature I've ever seen."

"I've never felt anything like that. I thought things like that were only in books."

"Oh, it's real. And I'm gonna help you explore every single one of them."

"Yes." She nodded her head eagerly. "More!"

I laughed, hugging her close. "Soon, baby girl. You need some sleep and so do I. We've both been up all night, but I'm bettin' you didn't exactly sleep in yesterday. Did you?"

"No." She shivered and shook her head. "My stepfather liked to keep a schedule. So, no matter what, everyone had to be up at six in the morning, every morning."

I've never wanted to kill anyone more in my life. And, God knew, I'd killed more than my share. As enforcer of the club, that was one of my jobs. If someone needed killing. This guy, Borris Illivitch, not only needed to die, he needed to fucking die.

"Well, good thing you don't have to do what he says now, ain't it?"

She smiled up at me. "No. I don't, do I?"

"Nope. In fact, I'm gonna have to insist that you do exactly whatever the fuck you wanna do from now on."

The second I said it, I knew it was the exact wrong thing to say if I wanted her to get some rest. Calista got a wicked gleam in her eye, and I knew I was fucked.

"Oh, really." She pushed me over to my back, throwing her leg over my hips to straddle me. She braced her hands on my chest while she shimmied her hips over my jeans-covered dick. "Well, I want to do this."

"I'm so fucked," I muttered, gritting my teeth even as I gripped her hips, helping her move. She paused in her movements. I could tell she really wanted to ride me, to take control of her own pleasure but was unsure how to go about doing it. She wasn't a teenager, but, if Illivitch had wanted to preserve her virginity to get a good price for her, then it was entirely possible he'd made it so she couldn't pleasure herself. Maybe she'd just never felt the need before. Whatever the reason, I knew in my heart, everything I'd done with Calista to this point had been her first. She might not be innocent in mind, but her body was dealing with things she'd never felt before and it was overwhelming her. Overwhelming could be a good thing, if she surrendered to it and just let me have her. If she fought it, those feelings might scare her. Until she got used to them. I intended to help her get used to them. I intended to help her a lot.

She rocked over me, her body shuddering occasionally when the sensations grew too intense. She didn't back down, though. Right before my eyes, I watched this brave beauty embrace her pleasure, boldly seeking it out even though she was unsure of herself.

She still had on her T-shirt, but I wanted her naked. I wanted to ride her hard, make her scream my name as she came. I was trying with everything I had to be the good guy here, but she was deliberately chiseling away my control. Her first time should be soft words and delicate touches, but I wasn't sure I could manage that just now.

"Ringo? Please help me." Her plea was soft and needy even as her body was aggressive atop me. Her hips snapped over and over as she rubbed over me. I knew what she needed. But I wasn't making that move. If she did it herself, I wouldn't stop her, but I absolutely would not push this girl any further than she was willing to push herself.

"Take what you need or tell me what you want."

"I want…" She shuddered again, as if the very thought of voicing her needs turned her on. "I want you to fuck me."

"This mornin's about your pleasure, baby girl. You want me inside you, you're gonna have to do it yourself. Ain't takin' advantage of you like this."

She narrowed her gaze at me. "Take advantage of me like… what?"

"You're scared. There's a threat hanging over you. You just met your dad, who I'm guessing you only half expected to welcome you. I'm guessin' you're feelin' pretty vulnerable and overwhelmed."

She shrugged. "Maybe. What's that got to do with anything?"

"I don't want you doin' something you might regret later. Ain't too proud to admit I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to put my dick inside you, but I ain't gonna be the one to put it there."

"You think I won't?" Calista was angry. And just like that, every ounce of blood in my body went straight to my cock. "Because I will totally pull out your dick, hawk tuah that thang, and take my virginity with it."

There was a beat of silence while I processed what she'd just said. " Hawk tuah ?" I chuckled. "I thought you were some sheltered little thing. How the fuck do you know what that means?"

"I had my ways of smuggling in contraband. Lifted more than one phone off my stepfather's friends. Once the phone's unlocked, I take it and turn off the security so I can get in when I want." She shrugged. "Men like that don't like any inconvenience, like biometrics or PINs. They also think they're too powerful for anyone to take anything from them, to say nothing of losing it. More than half of the phones I lifted had all the security features turned off. YouTube is my friend." The smug look on her face melted any resistance I thought I possessed against fucking this girl today. It was happening. Likely sooner rather than later.

"Little witch. What would have happened if you'd gotten caught?"

"Didn't care. The reward was worth the risk to me."

"I'm gonna have my hands full with you, aren't I?"

"I certainly hope so. If you don't, I'm not doing my job."

Then she reached for the button of my jeans and flicked it open with her fingers. When she slid the zip down, the relief was almost immediate. I couldn't stop the sharp grunt as her fingers brushed my cock through my boxers. Instead of pulling back like I expected she might, afraid she'd hurt me or something, she gave me a satisfied grin. Right as she pulled at my waistband and pulled my cock free.

"Yep," I groaned in a strained voice. "Handful."

"I'd say you were more than a handful, but what do I know?"

"Quite a lot, apparently."

Calista stroked me. Up and down. I watched in fascination as she tucked her hand against her pussy entrance, swiping her fingers through her own moisture. Then she stroked my cock, wetting me.

With excruciating slowness, Calista sank down on to my cock. I saw her wince as I took her virginity, saw the streak of blood when she rose back up just before she sank down again. I should have been ensuring she wasn't hurting, but she kept moving and I was beyond thinking.

After the third time she rose and fell on me, I gripped her hips, taking control because I simply to God couldn't stop myself any longer. Again, Calista surprised me by getting this relieved look that immediately morphed into complete euphoria.

Her eyes slid closed as I fucked up into her, making her bounce with every thrust. I could see her tits bouncing under the shirt she still wore. That wouldn't do at all.

"Take off your shirt, Calista." I kept my hold on her hips, never missing a stroke. Seconds later, she'd whipped off her shirt and was… cupping her tits?

"Ah, fuckin' hell," I groaned. I wanted to roll us over so I was on top of her, pinning her like before. I didn't because I loved looking up at her like this. The look of wonder and excitement on her face while my body worked hers was not something I wanted to miss. I wanted the full view, to see every blush and shiver over her skin.

"Ringo!" She threw back her head and screamed. Her long hair spilled down her back, tickling my balls, and that was it. I was fucking done, because this woman was taking everything I had to give and embracing it. Just like I wanted her to.

I roared my release, bellowing as loud as she screamed. If I didn't want her to hold back, I wasn't holding myself back from her either.

Calista fell on top of me, her breath ragged. Her hair wove us together where it clung to my beard and her sweat-dampened skin. She was limp as a sleepy kitten, draped over me contentedly. "I can't move."

I was still inside her, my cock twitching occasionally. Usually right after her pussy contracted around me, milking me of every last fucking drop. "No one said you had to." I kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her in an effort to bring her comfort and to assure myself this was actually real. What I'd just experienced with Calista, a little slip of an inexperienced young woman, was nothing short of mind-altering. I knew this was my woman. The woman I was always meant to be with.

"I'm sure you'd be more comfortable without someone lying on top of you." She still didn't move. I had to smile.

"Nope. Perfectly fine the way I am."

"Um, Ringo?" She was still boneless and didn't stiffen, but I heard the slight strain in her voice. Like she was uncertain with herself or afraid. I didn't like the thoughts of either.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"We, uh…" She cleared her throat. "That is, you came inside me. We didn't use a condom."

It took a second for what she'd said to penetrate my brain and I waited. For several seconds. Then a couple more.

Any second now …

There was no panic. No dread. What there was, was extreme and total satisfaction. Like I knew for absolute certainty I'd just gotten her pregnant when nothing could have been further from the truth. But it felt like I was right. I found the thought of Calista's belly growing round with my baby more arousing than it should have been. Maybe.

My cock shot hard almost the second the realization hit me. Calista stiffened and pushed off my chest far enough to look at me. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent "O" of surprise. Then she grinned.

"You like the thought you might've knocked me up? Do you even know my father? Because, no matter if he basically gave you to me or not, if you get me pregnant this quick, you know he's gonna kill you. Right?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her horrified expression before pulling her back to me for a kiss. I rolled us over, rocking my hips from side to side as I kept myself seated deep inside her.

"Yeah, babe. Known him a helluva long time longer than you. And I can tell you with great confidence that your assessment of the situation is entirely one hundred percent correct."

As I'd hoped, Calista burst into giggles. I nuzzled my way to her neck, threatening to take a bite out of her. She squealed in delight but didn't fight me at all. It was like she soaked up the positive attention and touches in any form. Borris Illivitch had a lot to answer for. You know. Before I let him die.

I gradually changed my touches from tickling and playful to more coaxing and caressing. She sighed and found my mouth with hers in a sweet kiss.

I rocked into her, one slow, lazy thrust after another. "You're beautiful, baby girl. So Goddamned beautiful."

Her pussy clamped around my cock as I continued to stroke in and out of her. She met every one with a rise of her hips.

I'd told her I wanted to make love to her, but I honestly wasn't sure I understood exactly what that meant. I knew I wanted her to feel cherished and wanted. Loved. Those weren't things I knew how to express or even what they felt like. Until this moment.

"I'm yours, Ringo. All yours. Just remember you're all mine too."

"I swear to you, Calista. For as long as I live, I'll be yours. We'll work together to make this work between us. Yes?"

The smile she gave me was nothing short of glorious. "Yes."

The next time she came -- and took me with her -- I settled her in front of me, my arm around her waist, and held her tight. This was where Calista belonged. If I had my way, this was where she'd always stay.