MOVING ON(23)

“I think I could be falling for you,” he said.

His honesty surprised her. She’d never expected it at all. Rose stared into his eyes wondering why he was putting himself out there.

“I think I’m falling for you as well,” she said, wanting to put herself out there for him to catch.

Peter teased her clit, stroking her nub. They were moving fast, but that was the way she wanted it to be.

He brought her to another orgasm with his fingers. His touch ignited a new fire within her body. She didn’t know she could feel so much pleasure.

“You should be wet enough for me now,” he said. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She needed him to continue. There was no way she was leaving this bed a virgin. Peter was the only person she wanted to be with. He was the only man she ever thought about.

He settled between her thighs once again. Peter leaned over, going into the drawer beside the bed. “I’m going to get a condom. I doubt you’re on birth control.”

“I’m not allowed birth control,” she said.

“We’ll get you sorted in a few weeks. We can use condoms until then.”

She watched as he tore open the condom wrapper open, exposing the latex. Her gaze didn’t drift as he rolled the condom over his erect length.

She saw him grip his cock in his hand seconds before she felt the tip of him rubbing against her pussy.

Letting out a gasp she felt the tip of him enter her. Both of his arms went either side of her head.

“Are you ready for this, baby?”

“Yes.”

“It will hurt. I’m not going to lie to you. Most women’s first time hurts. I’ll be careful, and you’ll tell me if it hurts.”

Peter didn’t seem to be asking her a question, and she didn’t respond to his comment. There was no need for her to.

She was laid out on the bed, exposed for him to do what he wanted.

He stared into her eyes, and Rose was caught in his gaze. She didn’t want to look away from him. Rose trusted him completely.

Peter started to move. She didn’t tense up. He slammed inside her in one smooth thrust. The pain took her by surprise. He’d warned her, but she’d not really believed it.

She cried out, sinking her nails into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her body.

He was so thick, and she felt stretched from his possession.

“You’re so tight.”

For several minutes neither of them moved, and only when Rose was ready did she nod for him to continue.

He pushed deep into her body and then out. Peter kept up a smooth pace taking her deeply. His lips were on hers, his hands brushing up and down her body with every thrust.

Rose held onto his arms meeting him with ever press of his hips. He was rock hard, and the pain his penetration initially created numbed against all the pleasure she was experiencing.

Her body became a vessel of his need, and she responded to his touch.

“This first time I’m not going to last,” Peter said, through gritted teeth. “I want you to come again before I lose it.”

She didn’t think it was possible to have a third orgasm. Peter took her by surprise when he teased her body into submission. She let go, and her screams were captured by Peter’s kisses.

He tensed above her. His cock pulsed inside her letting her know he’d found his release as well.

Rose lay back and had never felt so happy before in her life. She’d given Peter her virginity, and she knew in her heart and soul, he’d cherish the gift she’d given him.

He collapsed on top of her. His weight squashed her onto the bed.

“I’ll move when I get my bearings back.”

Rose chuckled. “I don’t mind.” She ran her hands all over his back.

“I’m never usually insecure about my ability in the bedroom, but I need to know if it was good for you, Rose.”

She smiled up at him. Did Peter have any idea how sweet he was?

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Thank you.” He brushed her lips with his and held her tight. For the first time in her life, Rose felt loved.

****

John couldn’t stop vomiting. Brad, Adam, and Tyler had all left, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. The woman they’d picked was a mess. He stared down at her where she was curled up in a ball. Kelly Lighthouse was a sweet young woman who’d finished high school and was working at the nursery. He’d seen her around town plenty of times.

Why had the guys picked her?

He never hurt anyone.

But I did.

John had hurt the women his friends picked because he never reported them. The women left town or disappeared. He couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. He was twenty-two years old and had been out of high school a long time.