8. Libby

CHAPTER 8

LIBBY

My fingers dug into the sheets like my life depended on it. My body felt like it was in the middle of a hurricane. Almost goo-like from the orgasm he'd given me yet not completely relaxed or sated. I needed more despite how sensitive I was down there. Not that Hector gave me a moment to even catch my breath. His mouth was wet and warm, the sensation inexplicable. It felt like it was almost too much.

Almost.

His tongue swiped at me, and my head dug into the mattress beneath me. "Oh my god, Hector," I moaned way too loudly for us being in my dorm in the middle of the night. Thankfully, the building was basically empty for the summer. But if I was honest, in that moment, I was too far gone, too greedy for more. I wouldn't have cared who heard.

"Good girl!" His praise made me want to preen under his attention. "Fucking hell, mi vida, you taste so good. How the hell have I lived this long without you? Shit!" he cursed as he licked and nipped, pulling his lips away from my sex.

His mouth on my thighs made me shiver.

I should have felt some kind of way. This was my first time, and I was naturally shy. Yet with Hector, any inhibitions were gone. Maybe it was the darkness and it being in the middle of the night, but I had a feeling it was all Hector.

I felt comfortable with him. How could I feel any other way when he licked and kissed me and looked at me like he thought I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen? I lost sight of him when his fingers dipped inside of me, and he started to lick me again. With my eyes shut, I let myself feel. Let myself float off in the magical bubble of bliss he was growing inside of me, and when I came, I knew I would never be the same.

Sated and breathless, I willed myself to open my eyes and look up at him. He rose and stood in front of my bed. Shirtless, still in his jeans, hair mussed up with sleep and from my hands, his face slightly hidden in the shadows, so I couldn't make out his eyes clearly.

"Hector."

"Mi vida." My eyes dipped to his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down with heaviness. His jaw was darker than I'd seen before.

Usually, he was clean-shaven or slightly scruffy, but now it was well on its way to becoming a beard. It looked good on him. It felt even better. The thought fluttered through my head, and I pressed my thighs together. "We don't have to do anything else," Hector promised, misunderstanding what I'd just done. I licked my lips.

"It wasn't that," I cleared up. It was the least I could do with how open he'd been. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact Hector Crank Dominguez wanted me! Me!

"I want you. I want you to take my––"

"Libby," he warned with an edge to his tone.

"I was just thinking about how good, umm—" My face heated up. "How good your facial hair felt." His lips quirked upward. He leaned in closer. The soft moonlight that streamed through the blinds shined on his handsome face.

"You liked that?" His dark eyes felt fathomless. I nodded because I couldn't trust my own voice. Hs smile broadened.

"Thank fuck. I liked it, too. I wanna do it again." His hands skimmed my thighs, and my eyes fluttered shut. I wanted him to do it again, too. But there was another first I wanted to experience with him.

"I think I would like to try something else, if you don't mind?" His jaw clenched and his eyes dipped down my body. I glanced down at myself trying to see myself through his eyes. My nightgown was still on, but it'd been hiked up my chest to where I knew he could see the underside of my small breasts. Other than that, all I had on was the waistband of the panties he'd ripped.

"What would you like to do, princess?" His hand dropped to the thick bulge at his crotch. I watched as he rubbed it, open palmed, his eyes laser-focused on my body. I sat up, and without overthinking or shyness I usually wore like a blanket, I whipped my nightgown off my body and tossed it behind me. My hands moved to the waistband when his hands caught my wrists.

"Libby." My name sounded like a prayer. His gaze seemed torn. Almost tortured. "We should wait." His words processed too slowly in my head. Wait?

"Why?" I softly asked, and a deep guttural sound vibrated in his chest.

"I don't want to rush you."

"You're not," I quickly answered. "I'm literally…" I made a face. A sliver of doubt slipped into my head, "Did you change your mind?" I asked, and his nose flared.

"Fuck no," he answered. "I just… I want to make that first as special as I can. I want to make sure you're ready and… as much as it kills me, it's not the time. Not tonight."

"Fine." I couldn't help the disappointment that seeped into my answer. "We can wait." I bit down on my bottom lip. "But can I still do something?"

"What's that, baby?" he asked in a low tone.

I moved my hands, and he let go of my wrists. Without blinking, our eyes connected as I reached for the top button of his jeans. "Can I touch you?"

"Mi vida."

"Please," I whispered. I had no idea where this bold side was coming from. I couldn't believe everything that had already happened, much less being naked in front of him, begging to touch him. but I didn't regret it, not in that moment, and I knew deep inside of me I never would.

"You think I could ever say no to you, princess?" he strained. "Touch me. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, Libby." He stroked my face with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.

I scooted closer to the bed and undid the top button of his jeans. With his help, we pulled the zipper down, and before I knew it, his jeans and boxer briefs were off. Not that I could think of anything but the size of him. He was big. Huge. I had no idea why I was surprised.

Hector was a big guy.

Bigger than anything I had ever seen online. I glanced up, not surprised to find his attention already on me.

"You're big," I blurted out like a nerd.

"Libby," he rasped. His thick manhood twitched, and I wondered if it had done that on its own or if he had control over it. I tore my eyes off his cock and moved up his torso. His body was incredible. I'd seen him without a shirt throughout the years when I'd been younger and even last night.

But today was different.

It felt different.

It was the first time I could really soak in the sight up close and personal. My eyes grew with how his muscles flexed and clenched. My hands moved up and down the ladder of thick, hard abs, and my lips parted at how they danced below my fingers.

"You're like a painting," I whispered. I didn't have an artistic bone in my body, but I wished I did so I could recreate the sight of him. He was beautiful in the most masculine way possible.

"Libby," he groaned. Before I could glance up at him, my eyes dropped to the thick crown of his dick and watched as a droplet of fluid pearled at his thick tip. Without thinking, I licked my lips and leaned forward to lick it off. His hand covered my head, and my body froze, completely expecting his strong hands to push my head down on his cock like I'd seen in X-rated movies. But he didn't. With his gentle touch, tender and kind, he simply groaned loudly and stroked my hair.

"Fuck," he cursed. My hand moved to hold him, and I wasn't the least bit surprised that I couldn't wrap it around his thickness.

"You're really big, too."

"Jesus, baby!" His head tipped upward, but he never stopped stroking my head. I licked him again and then again. Slowly, like I would my favorite soft serve ice cream. "That innocent little mouth is going to make me come."

"Isn't that the point of this?" I asked, not realizing I sounded a little sassy. "I mean?—"

"I know what you mean." His sharp intake of breath cut through the thick air in my dorm. "Fuck yeah, it is, but I also don't want this to end too fast." Was he just saying this? Or was he really that close?

"All I've done is lick you," I said softly into the darkness, swiping his hard yet silk-skinned shaft. I liked how he tasted. Manly. Slightly musky. I peeked upward to see him. His eyes were darker and now no longer looking up at the ceiling but completely focused on me.

"I know." His jaw strained, making him look like he was completely on edge. That's when it hit me. I'd done that. I'd driven him close to the edge.

"Hector?"

"Hmm?" My free hand stroked his thigh while the other worked his long cock.

"Teach me. Please?"

"Lib—" he gritted.

"I want to know how to make you come. I want to make you feel good. Like you did for me."

"Fuck, mi vida! ?Que voy hacer contigo?" he asked, and it took me a moment to process his words.

"You can do anything you want with me."

"You better be careful what you offer, little girl."

"Hector."

"You're this pretty little virgin, and you have no idea what you're offering and to whom," he warned, momentarily reminding me of the Big Bad Wolf. My nipples tightened uncomfortably. There was a need coursing through me I knew would never be sated. Not by anyone else but the man I was stroking slowly.

"I know you," I said bravely, and a dark somewhat cynical smirk covered his face. Something in his eyes darkened.

"You have no idea who you let into your dorm. Offering that kinda shit? Makes me wanna ruin you. Make you addicted to me," he roughly whispered into the darkness before licking his bottom lip.

"I think you already did that," I admitted.

That was when his hand on the back of my head tightened. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tugged, forcing me to look up at him. But it didn't hurt. Not even a little bit.

My thighs pressed together. Wetness coated them. He'd made me see the stars in two different universes with the orgasm he'd given me, but I was more than ready to go again.

"Open your mouth. Wide," he directed with an edge in his deep voice. I did as he asked, and his nose flared.

"Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you. Libby? Doing what you're told." I nodded, or tried to since he was still holding my head. "Open wider, baby. Stick that pretty pink tongue out for me."

I did as he asked and tried to swallow the saliva that started to pool. He chuckled darkly. "Fucking hell, baby. I tried. I really fucking tried," he said almost to himself before he let go of my head. "Put your hands on the back of my thighs. If it's too much, you pinch me and this stops, understood?" I nodded, but he shook his head. "I need the words, pretty girl."

"Yes, Hector. I understand."

"Good girl," he praised.

I had no idea why that little two-worded term made me weak in the knees. But then again, anything he called me made my heart flutter. He stood a little straighter, and I shifted to the edge of the bed. Thankfully, because of the height of my bedframe mixed with his height and mine, it was easy. Like the bed had been made just for this sole purpose. I reached and rested my hands on the back of his thighs. His dark body hair kinda tickled my over-sensitized skin.

"Open your mouth like I asked you to." I did, ignoring the saliva that filled my mouth with want. Fascinated, I watched Hector reach and hold himself. His own hand was big, but still, with that snake in his grip, I had no idea how that would fit inside me.

How I would take him in my mouth.

He stroked his dick with long pulls, the veins in his hands popping up. He did this once, twice, three times before guiding it toward my lips that I'd made sure to keep wide open for him.

"Good girl. Fuck!" he panted.

Slowly, he fed me his dick. Little by little, careful not to let me take too much. I'd never thought about the logistics of a blow job. I would have never thought it would have turned me on, but it did. Every sound he made, every touch. He slowly started to lose control. His shallow thrusts became faster, deeper. I opened wider to take that much more, breathing through my nose. His cock slick with my spit, he pulled my head back, and a long string of saliva connected us. Sweat coated his skin and mine.

"Fucking hell," he rasped. "My sweet little overachiever. You like this, don't you?" I nodded. "You like taking your man in your mouth." My man. He'd just called himself my man. Something came over me at the dirty words. Something primal and almost feral. I loved it. I leaned back to take him back into my mouth.

He tasted so good.

I could make out the faint taste of another droplet as I hallowed my lips around him and sucked, making sure to twirl my tongue on the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, Libby." His hips started to move. "You like your man in your mouth, don't you, dirty girl? Fuck yeah, you do. Your mouth just got wetter."

I moaned around his girth because he wasn't wrong. I loved this. Everything about the moment was better than anything I could have ever imagined or read. I felt his body vibrate with the deep guttural sounds of pleasure he was making. We had probably woken up the few people left on my floor for the summer, but I didn't care.

I kept going.

Licking and sucking. Making sure to swirl my tongue around him. To lick and give special attention to one vein in particular. You like taking care of your man. The words repeated in my head, feeding something inside me. This wanton goddess who wanted, no, needed to make her man come. His tone turned deeper, his words filthier, until I knew he was so close we were at the point of no return.

"Shit, baby, take me out. I'm too close," he tried to warn, but I didn't want it to stop. "I shouldn't come down your pretty throat. Not the first time. Not like this." He was trying so hard to be a gentleman still.

But I wasn't going to stop.

Not until I made him feel at least half of what he'd made me feel.

I relaxed my throat so I wouldn't gag as much while I took him just a little deeper. He chanted my name over and over along with his sweet mi vidas. His life. I loved that nickname the most.

Before I knew it, both his hands pressed the back of my head, my nose touched his pubic bone, and my mouth filled with his salty essence as he roared my name like an oath. I pulled away and grinned at him. His eyes hooded while his chest rose up and down harder than when I'd watched him at a game.

Something came over me.

I stuck my tongue out, wanting him to see his release in my mouth before I swallowed his seed. The texture was different. A little thicker than I had expected from the videos I had watched, but not unpleasant. If anything, there was a hint of sweetness to his spend. Or maybe that was just him? I moaned, enjoying the taste of him before licking his still hard length. Slowly cleaning him up, taking my time before I dared look at him again.

I was almost positive this was when he'd drop the other shoe.

Tell me it was fun, but he had to go.

Isn't that what my roommate said guys do anyhow?

He glanced down at me just as my hands dropped from his thighs. Before I could blink, I was in his arms and my legs were wrapped around his middle as he shifted us down to the bed with me straddling him.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled. His head dipped and his face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sweaty," I whispered, slightly self-conscious. It was his deep growl that made me relax and even laugh softly.

"Love you sweaty. Love everything about you," he muttered, and I let myself float in the sweet bubbly moment. He didn't mean it. Not really. He wasn't telling me he loved me. Hector was just caught up in the moment and euphoria of his orgasm. Knowing this and having the GPA I did, I still stupidly let myself believe it.

He breathed me in, and I tilted my head to give him better access to my neck. My body trembled when his tongue swiped at my skin.

"I tried," he rumbled, his tone almost resigned. "I really fucking tried, mi vida." I didn't know why he was telling me this, and my body locked in place. There I was, naked on his lap, and I was torn between soaking up the feel of him in case this was the last time and being afraid of what he was going to say.

"I wanted to be good for you," he kept talking, stroking my hair as his lips pressed sweet tantalizing kisses over my skin. "Take things slow. Show you this was more than sex." His teeth scraped against my pulse point. "But you, you little devil dressed like an angel, made it too hard for me."

"What?" I asked, my breathing completely off. He was so warm and hard. Not just the rod that was resting between my pussy lips, but his entire body.

"I wanted to take you on a bed of roses in a cute little hotel," he whispered. My eyes fluttered shut as I slowly understood what he was saying.

"We're not going to wait," I guessed quietly.

My heart started to race as heat crept up my neck and face. His head rose from my neck. Our gaze connected, and he shook his head slowly. I knew deep down, if I wanted to pump the breaks, he would oblige.

The thing was, I didn't want to wait.

I'd already waited what felt like a lifetime for him.