ColorMeBad by Olivia Waite

enough. And
he’d been holding back then lunging forward then pulling back again, like an
untaught horse in harness.
    Well, no longer.
    So he rose from the bed, found one of the sheaths he’d
procured and slipped it over his cock, tying the ribbon tight at the base.
Hecuba’s eyes were on him the whole time, which added an exhibitionist charge
to the process. He felt like a courtesan posing for her protector.
    It was unsettling to realize that he liked the feeling.
    He was beginning to think he would like anything as long as
it involved Hecuba Jones and a bed. And the bed was optional.
    She opened her arms to him as he returned to her warmth. The
touch of her skin set him alight again—he needed to be inside her more than he
needed his next breath. He pushed his hips between her thighs, rough, at the
limits of his patience, but she merely spread her legs wide to accommodate him.
He set the head of his cock at her entrance and scraped up enough self-control
to meet her gaze before he went any further.
    She laughed and tugged at his shoulders. Had any woman ever
been so amused by her own seduction? “Now,” she insisted.
    John obligingly began to push forward.
    The briefest of resistances and he was past her maidenhead.
Hot and tight and oh so slick—her gasp and his groan came simultaneously. She
stretched around him and he clenched his hands in the sheets to keep from
pounding mindlessly into her. That can come later , whispered a
treacherous voice in his head. It sent a frisson of pure need spiraling down to
the base of his spine and he pushed in another inch.
    Hecuba raised her thighs higher and wrapped her legs around
his waist.
    John lost control of himself and plunged in to the hilt.
    “Hell!” Hecuba swore.
    John shuddered and felt his cock throb inside her. He didn’t
know how long he could keep himself from moving. “Sorry,” he ground out. “Too
rough.”
    “No,” she corrected him on a moan, “I like it.”
    Those three small words were all it took to break him.
John’s mouth came down harshly on hers as he began to move. Her stocking feet
rasped lightly against the skin of his hips while he drove his cock home with
long, powerful strokes—a driving rhythm some sane part of him worried was too
much for a recent virgin. But that same recent virgin just slid her hands up to
the back of his neck for leverage and met him stroke for stroke, breasts
shaking with every desperate thrust.
    The sane part of him vanished.
    He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her neck,
the better to fuck her as hard as he needed to. She bit down on his shoulder as
he pistoned into her cunt, her inner muscles working him and her hands pulling
his hair just hard enough for the feeling to stand out in the sea of pleasure.
Sweat gathered in the hollow above his buttocks as he strove for his long-denied
climax.
    Hecuba released his shoulder and panted against his ear.
“I’m close,” she said. “So close. But I don’t… I can’t…” A wordless cry of
frustration shook her beneath him.
    Through his haze, John realized what she needed. He was too
far gone himself for dexterity—but he could use her boldness to both their
advantage.
    With an effort, he pushed his arms straight to either side,
palms flat on the bed, making a space between their torsos even as he continued
to thrust inside her. “Go on,” he rumbled, his jaw clenched tight against the
urge to come at the sight of her flesh, pink and stretched around him. “Take
what you need.”
    With only the briefest hesitation, she slid one hand down to
where they were joined. It took her a moment, but he knew she’d found the right
spot when she gasped and her hand began to move in time with his needy cock.
    The sight of her stroking herself while he fucked her seared
into him like a brand. He sped up, so close to the edge he could almost taste
it, then gave one particularly rough thrust that drove him impossibly deep
within the throbbing, slippery warmth