Learning Curve

Scottie

Every muscle in my body shakes as I come down from the highest peak of pleasure I’ve ever experienced. I’ve made myself come before, but what just happened with Finn is in another universe, another galaxy, another dimension.

His muscular body hovers over mine, and I reach out to grip his biceps with my hands. He poises himself at my entrance, a condom he got from his wallet covering his cock. I look down at where we are almost connected, and I’m shocked to see how big he really is.

He is long and thick and so hard that the tip is pink and swollen. I’ve never had even an inkling of an urge to study a dick before, but the sight of Finn’s, aroused and ready for me, makes me want to write a graduate-level dissertation.

I wish I could wrap my hand around him. And wrap my lips around him. And suck on him until his pleasure finds its way into my mouth.

It’s more than a fantasy; it’s a craving.

I almost ask him to stop, to let me take the condom off his cock and put him in my mouth. But when I look up and our eyes lock, my breath gets tangled up in my lungs.

His dark hair hangs over his face in that mysterious way I always love, and his tongue sneaks out to lick his full lips. And his eyes. Oh my goodness, his eyes. The brown depths are filled with something deep and intense and meaningful that I can’t even put a name to.

“It’s still not too late to stop,” he tells me then. It’s the permission I bet a million wronged girls wish for when they look back in time. The tip of his cock is just barely inside me, and if I said the word, I know without a shadow of a doubt it wouldn’t go a millimeter farther.

But this is all I want. All I can think about. I have to have him.

“I want you,” I whisper and grip his face with both of my hands to pull his mouth against mine. I kiss him hard, and as he kisses me back, I nudge my hips upward to move more of his cock inside me.

“You’re so tight,” he says against my mouth at the feel of my movement. “So fucking warm. So perfect.”

The deeper he gets, the more powerful the combination of pleasure and pain grows inside me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s not just discomfort because he’s so big and I’m a virgin. And it’s not just pleasure because it makes me throb. It’s all of it combined with the intimate significance of what this moment is.

I’m giving a part of myself to Finn that I can never get back. And he’s chosen to savor every second of this poignant moment in time.

His cock sits at my barrier. My hips tense at the extreme feel of it, but Finn coaxes my mouth into another head-spinning kiss. He tastes and drinks at my lips until my body starts to relax again, and only then does he drive his hips forward to push himself all the way inside me.

A deep, visceral moan starts at my toes and shoots out of my lips like a rocket. Finn swallows the whole of it, working his mouth against mine. He slides his hands up my arms and over my breasts and doesn’t stop until they’re in my hair, caressing the strands in the most delicate way.

“This is everything,” he whispers against my lips, and those words only make my body melt into his further.

Slowly, he moves himself in and out of me until I get too greedy to feel more that I try to urge him to go faster and deeper and harder with my hips.

I run my hands over his strong biceps and shoulders and the muscles of his back, and the more he thrusts inside me, the more I feel his body tense up beneath my fingertips.

I am making him feel that way. Me. Instantly, I’m three sheets to the wind, drunk with power from the realization.

Finn starts to lose control, his movements becoming faster but more erratic at the same time as my body brings him closer to orgasm. His breaths come out in pants, and my body feels like it’s drawn tight like a bow, ready to snap at any second.

“Fuck,” he says on a whisper, the cords of his neck stretching so taut I can see them through the thick muscle there.

A raspy, guttural groan explodes from his lungs, and Finn pushes himself as deep as he can go. As he finishes inside me, I fall over the edge with him, into another spiral of pleasure that blurs my vision and holds every other part of me hostage.

His hands are tender, his lips precise, as he rains kisses all over the skin of my face before burying his head in my neck.

“I’ve never felt this trusted by anyone. This valued. I’ll never forget what this means, and I hope you won’t either, Scottie. This wasn’t just something. It was everything.”

I swallow hard around the growing knot in my throat as Finn pours out his well-fortressed heart to me. It’s everything I wanted losing my virginity to be—he’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

But it’s only now that it’s over that a bitter realization seeps through.

Finn Hayes is perfect. But I am a villain.