\[Denali’s POV\]
My body shivers with both anticipation and nervousness while Rosco’s skillful fingers begin to slowly rub circles along my clit. And when he moves forward and dives between my folds with his tongue, convulsions of delight race through me.
This was happening. It was actually happening, and I didn’t know what to do aside from stand here and try to keep my knees from giving out due to the pleasure that I’m beginning to feel.
“Relax, princess,” Rosco murmurs, stopping his attack long enough to give me a reassuring smile that does nothing to relax my racing heart.
Nodding, I wait until he begins attacking my clit with his tongue again before closing my eyes.
Goddess, it felt good to be eaten out by a man—so much better than I could have ever anticipated from reading about it or even fantasizing about it. But the only difference was that at that time, the one I expected to be doing these things with was Alexander, not Rosco freaking Torres.
“Rosco,” I whimper, feeling my insides begin to heat and stir. “I think I’m going to cum.”
“Then cum for me, princess; don’t hold back.”
Gasping, I feel my orgasm building as Rosco shoves a finger into me and begins to move it in rhythm with his tongue, but there isn’t only pleasure involved in this; there is pain reminding me that I’m still a virgin, and if things continued as they were, I would be giving everything to Rosco despite my fear that one day all this may end.
Stop ruining the moment, Denali. I hiss inwardly, pushing aside all unpleasant thoughts as I grow close to crashing into sweet, sweet euphoria.
Right. I needed to stop overthinking all of this and just go with the flow. I couldn’t always be on guard, especially when Rosco was earnestly trying to show me his feelings while I was being such a pain.
Biting my lip, I try to stop the moan that wants to escape as I finally climax and feel myself beginning to collapse, but before my knees can actually give out, Rosco’s hands shoot up and clutch my ass, holding me in place while he continues to greedily lick away each and every drop of my juice that escapes.
Afterwards, he lifts his gaze to mine, and there is so much hunger there that it damn near takes my breath away. Never in my life have I had a man look at me like that, and just seeing it made me want to give myself to him right away.
“Not so bad, right?” He smirks, licking his lips clean of anything that may remain.
“No,” I agree. “But there’s still so much more I want to do.”
As I speak, I lean forward and press my mouth against his so that his taste, mixed with my own, explodes on my tongue. It is a sweet saltiness that I had never experienced, and I found myself wondering if I were to let Rosco cum in my mouth, would it taste the same?
Pulling away, I look down, taking in the bulge that has formed in Rosco’s pants. I know exactly what I wanted to do, but I wasn’t sure if he would let me.
“What’s that?” Rosco asks, not missing where my line of sight is.
“Go sit down.”
Getting up, I wait as Rosco examines me with curiosity, but when I don’t budge or speak, he finally does as I ordered. I wait until he takes a seat on the bed before beginning to move, and unlike before, it is my turn to kneel in front of him.
“What are you planning, princess?”
Not responding, I start to undo his belt, and once I’ve got it out of the way, I undo his pants with shaky fingers. Dammit, why in the world was I so nervous? Oh, right, because this was the first time I ever did anything like this with a man, despite being in my twenties. I was sure I looked a fool, but Rosco was being kind enough to not say anything.
“Hey,” he murmurs, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “Just because I did that back there doesn’t mean that you have to return the favor.”
“But then you’ll be uncomfortable, no?” I counter, managing to get his pants undone.
“Well,” he chuckles, running a hand through his spiked hair. “There are ways…”
“Just let me,” I whisper, slowly freeing his dick so I could get a full view of it. “You’re…” I gasp, not missing the barbells that trail along the back of his shaft. “Pierced?”
Goddess, he was already so big, and now I was finding out that he was also pierced. How the hell was I supposed to manage to fit something like that? There was no way I could, right?
“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now due to some piercings,” he murmurs, giving me a sly grin. “Especially when you were being so bold.”
“Sorry,” I whimper, my cheeks flushing a bright pink. “I was just wondering how something like this could fit.”
For a moment, Rosco doesn’t speak as he considers what I’ve just said, and when the silence continues to grow, I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
“It’ll fit,” he assures me. “You’ll see.”
“Y-yeah,” I murmur. “I guess I will.”
“Until then, you really don’t have to push yourself,” he continues. “We’ll take it slow, and I’ll slowly get you used to doing these types of things, and when you’re ready, we will..."
“I don’t want to wait.”
The words are leaving my lips before I even realize it, but as they drift around us, I know in my heart or hearts that what I’m saying is true. Maybe Rosco and I hadn’t known each other for very long, and there was the possibility of mates looming over us, but I didn’t want to waste any opportunities, not anymore.
Maybe if I hadn’t lived my life safely and had stood up for myself, I wouldn’t be where I am now, but I was so damn scared of getting hurt even more that I just bowed my head and took whatever was thrown at me.
“I’ve made up my mind,” I continue, letting a smile spread across my lips. “I don’t want to waste the present.”
“Then come here, princess,” Rosco husks, wrapping a hand in my hair. “Let’s see you make good on your words.”
Nodding, I crawl close enough to hover over his dick, and when he gives my head a gentle shove, I let him slip between my lips until his tip is pressing against the back of my throat. At first, it is slightly uncomfortable, but when I start to get used to the feeling, I try to take more, only to instantly regret my decision.
“Careful,” he grunts when I gag. “You’re trying to bite off more than you can chew, and that will make it unpleasant.”
Giving a small nod, I begin to wrap my tongue around Rosco’s shaft while he leads my head up and down. At first, it’s strange, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing this correctly, but when groans of pleasure start to escape his lips, I know that I am.
Growing more confident, I start to take the lead, bobbing my head up and down while my tongue swirls around him, and when I don’t feel it is quite enough, I wrap a hand around his shaft and gently begin to rub up and down in time with my movements. Before long, I’ve got a rhythm going, and I can feel him twitching until a grunt of ecstasy escapes him as he cums down my throat.
“Fuck,” Rosco groans as I greedily suck each and every last drop that manages to escape. “You pretend to be innocent, but you’re actually a little demon, aren’t you?”
Releasing him, I grin and stand up.
“Maybe,” I admit, climbing onto his lap so that his still-twitching dick presses against my anxious clit. “But I’ve yet to experiment to find out just how much of one I am.”
“Then let’s find out,” Rosco growls, flipping us around so that he is hovering over me while I stare up at him in anticipation. “Are you sure you’re okay with going further than this?”
“I…” I begin, feeling my stomach turn in anticipation. “I’m sure. Please make love to me, Rosco.”