Hansel 1(19)

“Not sure?” I groan a little as she leans back down and traces a line around my cockhead with her tongue. “Why…the fuck…are you here, then?”

She takes her mouth off me and pumps me with her hand. “I wanted to try this,” she confesses, looking up into my eyes, “but I can’t just do what someone else says. I’m too scared to.”

Her hand is shaking as she confesses this. It makes me irrationally angry. “Did someone hurt you?” I demand.

She averts her eyes. “No, that’s not it. I’m just not good at trusting.”

My hand threads through her hair, tugging a little near her shoulders. “Start by squeezing me. I can take it. Trust me.”

She shakes her head. “It will hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I sigh. “You ever think that maybe I want you to?”

“Do you?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Yes,” I growl.

She squeezes, not as hard as I like, and sucks my cock into her throat. Then she tightens her mouth around me, just hard enough to cause a little bit of pain. I inhale the scent of watermelon and spurt into her throat.





CHAPTER EIGHT

Lucas



When she’s finished swallowing, she eases me out of her mouth and presses her palm aginst my chest. I’m so surprised, I let her urge me down onto my back. Maybe it’s not just surprise. This one, more than any of the ones before her, reminds me powerfully of Leah.

Before I can open my mouth to scold her, she lies down beside me and twines her fingers through mine.

Oh, fuck.

I tug back a breath, but it doesn’t fill my lungs the way it should.

My eyes move over her, from her blonde hair to her pert, round ass. My mouth opens, and I almost ask her first name.

Leah.

I clench my jaw and wonder if I’ve finally lost my mind.

Her hand grips mine gently, and I have the ridiculous urge to pull my glove off. I don’t, of course, because it hides my scar—but I find that I want to. I want to feel this girl’s bare fingers on mine.

“Do you have to have the pain,” she murmurs, stroking my wrist just above the glove. Her eyes find mine, and they’re so blue. “If I want to feel you…inside me,” she says, breathless, “do I have to hurt you for you to enjoy it? If so,” she adds, angling her body so her eyes meet mine, “what would I need to do?”

I shift onto my side, still holding her hand, propping my head up on my other hand so I can see her easily. Try to get a read on her. I regard her for a moment, trying to decide what her game is. Is she really so clueless she would come to me and act defiant? I’m not sure why I haven’t sent her packing already. She definitely won’t work as a submissive.

“There are lots of things you could do to give me pain,” I answer, finally.

“Scratch your back with my nails?” she asks.

aI’ve been careful to keep my back angled away from her, so she doesn’t know yet what she’s actually suggesting.

Using one gloved hand, I position her fingertips on my forearm so I can feel her nails. “Probably not sharp enough.”

Her face lights up. “How big are you?” She presses her lips together, and even through the mask, I think she looks a little shy. “How…um, long?”

I smirk a little. “Nine and a half inches.”

Her mouth pulls into a little “o”, and her gaze drops down to where my cock is already saluting her again.

“Can you have sex with…smaller girls?” she whispers.

She shouldn’t be asking me questions at all, especially ones like these, but I find myself answering her anyway. “Sometimes I can’t get inside. Just depends on how small.”

A smile twists her lips, and she sits up. “I have an idea. I think we should try it.”

She tugs my arm, and guides my hand between her legs.



*



Leah



“You’re a virgin.” His finger inside me writhes, and his face, inches in front of mine, is rapt. It makes my pulse race. Then his eyes darken, and he slides his finger out of me. “Someone hurt you.”

For a second, I’m not sure how to react. I want to rip the mask off and tell him everything, but ever since he asked me to hurt him, I’m afraid if I do, I’ll lose him. He wouldn’t want to be honest with me if he knew who I was—that, I’m pretty sure I know. Yeah, it’s been a while, but I remember Hansel. I know to my bones that he always wanted to protect me. He’d never agree to use me like he’s doing now. I don’t think this man would ever let me close.

“I wasn’t hurt,” I say softly.

He eases me back against his pillows and licks his finger. Then he slides it slowly back inside, sinking it in inch by inch, until the pleasure pulses through my legs and belly.