Page 55 of Beg for You

“Gonna fuck you now,” he said in a way that I felt down to my soul, gritty and possessive and dominant.

My legs spread wider all on their own, my hips lifting to meet his.

“Fuck,” he muttered a second before he shifted his hips, positioned himself, and slammed inside me.

I cried out at the sensation of being so very, very full, at the small pinch of pain that came from finally having a man push inside me, the only man I ever wanted inside me. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I was sucking in breaths through my nose as my body adjusted, worked at accommodating his size.

I loved the way he stretched me, filled me, invaded me.

“Cassy?” he bit out, voice broken, tight.

I forced my eyes open and his blazed down at me. He knew. I shook my head. “Don’t stop. Please, I don’t want you to stop.”

He slid out and thrust back in. “I can’t,” he said on a rough growl. “I can’t fucking stop.”

I tightened my arms around him while he drove into me over and over again. It wasn’t long before any pain I’d experienced completely vanished and I felt my orgasm building.

My toes curled as it built higher. “Oh God, I’m…I’m going to…”

Cal’s head lifted and his dark eyes burned down at me as I came apart around him, clawing at his back, begging him to fuck me harder, chanting his name.

When I went slack, he gathered me in his arms and started fucking me harder, faster, wilder. “What have you done?” he groaned. “Jesus, what the fuck have you done to me?” He shoved his face against the side of my throat, his grunts filling my head as my body lit up again.

He started coming and I went with him, screaming as he pulsed deep inside me and his roar filled the room.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a while, no one saying anything.

Finally, he sat up, removed his condom, wrapped it in a tissue, and tossed it in the trash by the bed. Then he came back to me, half on me and half on his side, face still buried against my throat. I trailed my hand over his wide muscled back, up to his neck, over his cropped hair. I felt the scars there under my fingers. I didn’t want to think about what had brought me here tonight, what my future might look like, or the tight ache behind my ribs when I thought of never seeing Cal again.

I traced a scar with my finger. “What happened?” I said into the silence.

His body stiffened, knowing exactly what I was asking him. He more than likely knew I was trying to avoid the big stomping elephant in the room, the fact that I’d been a virgin when I’d walked into his apartment…and now wasn’t.

He lifted to his elbows. “Cassy—”

“Don’t. Please.” My hand was at the back of his head. There was more scar tissue there. “How did you get these scars?” I asked.

“We need to talk about what just happened…about a lot of things…”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to.” I bit my lips when emotion rushed through me, and I swallowed it back down. “Just tell me about you.” I met his eyes. “Please.”

He stared at me for what felt like forever, and going by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t happy about my refusal to talk about what had brought me here and why I didn’t tell him I’d never had sex before. But he must have seen something in my eyes as well, because he let out a sharp breath and rolled to his side, taking me with him. He held my leg by the knee, wrapped around his waist. He was pressed against my tender flesh, and I could feel him growing hard and thick again.

I wriggled my hips and sucked in a breath at the delicious sensations that caused.

“I was in an accident,” he said, surprising me.

“An accident?”

“A car accident,” he said and held my eyes, a weariness to them that made my belly roll. He more than likely expected me to flip out at just the mention of a car accident.

“It must have been bad.”

He dipped his chin. “The driver was fucked up, drugs, alcohol…refused to slow down or stop when I told him to. He died and I suffered a traumatic brain injury. Speech has been a…problem…getting words straight in my head. I’m a lot b-better now, but that’s why I…stumble over my words sometimes.” He shook his head, jaw getting tight, color darkening his cheeks. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

He was embarrassed that he’d just done exactly what he described. I’d never seen Cal blush once and knowing it was because of something he had no control over made my heart ache.