I laughed, unable to resist kissing the tip of her nose. “I see your point. Don’t worry, she won’t be able to drive me away.”
She tried to act intimidating by grabbing onto my shirt. “You better not let her, or I’ll come after you.”
All she accomplished was to make me think of rough sex. Which she unfortunately wouldn’t be ready for the first couple times.
I’d successfully managed to evade her earlier question. Hopefully it wouldn’t come up again. She may not like the answer. Truthfully, she definitely wouldn’t like the answer.
When we were alone on the elevator, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her to let her know my mood hadn’t changed. “Now, about that lap dance. . . .”
She pretended to act unsure. “I don’t know, Caleb. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to beg?”
Hot little bitch didn’t know when to quit.
I decided to take charge and gave her a hard look. “Woman, you will take off that dress and dance on my lap while rubbing your hot little body all over me.”
She remained silent as we got off the elevator on the tenth floor and walked down the hallway to our room. Outside of our door, she finally replied, “Um, no thanks.”
Too late, she’d already offered. There was no taking it back now.
As soon as the hotel room door closed, I pushed her up against the wall, my body trapping hers. “Come on, Gianna. You’re killing me.”
She looked so cute with that smug grin on her face, thinking she’d won. “Do I hear a beg coming on?”
I groaned and put my head down, as if defeated. I knew I had a mischievous smile on my face when I lifted my head back up to look at her. “Okay, I’ll beg. For now.” Her eyes went wide. I ran my hands up and down her body then said in a voice sure to make her wet if she wasn’t already, “Gianna, you’re making me so hot. Will you please, I’m begging you, please give me a lap dance?”
I saw apprehension flash through her eyes before she replied with fake reluctance, “Alright.”
I could tell she’d lost some of her confidence, but I wasn’t going to tease her about it and make her uncomfortable or ruin my chances of getting her naked on my lap.
“Go sit in that chair over there, the one without the armrests.”
This was going to be awesome.
“One minute,” she squeaked, disappearing into the bathroom.
Looking through my phone, I found a Rihanna song about sex. I adjusted the room until only a single lamp was on. The view of the Vegas strip through the open curtains was a reminder we were in Sin City. Inhibitions were abandoned at the city limits.
My eyes on the bathroom door, I was seated and ready when she came out.
Coming towards me, instead of stepping between my legs where I wanted her, she went around me, running her fingers through my hair. She yanked my hair gently and finally moved to my front. Her back was to me as she slowly unzipped the side of her dress and peeled it down her body, letting it fall to the floor. The striptease was done to the gentle beat of the music.
Damn, she looked so hot in just her bra and panties. She hadn’t stopped dancing and when the next song on the playlist began, one of Usher’s, she spun around. The way she touched her hips, her neck, lifted up her hair, had me wanting to jump out of the chair and throw her on the bed. Lace lingerie was a good look on her. Her cleavage was insane.
Her expression turned serious. “No touching the talent.”
My raised eyebrows let her know what I thought of that. Things only improved when she straddled me. Her crotch grinding against mine as she moved her hips practically had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Best lap dance ever.
I was about to grab onto her waist when she slapped my hands. I forgave her when she began touching my chest and stomach. Then I was annoyed all over again when her hands went no further south.
Forgiveness was once again hers when she reversed her position with her legs spread out over mine. I couldn’t decide if her front or back rubbing against me was my favorite.
Clearing my throat, I informed her, “Usually strippers only wear panties. Time to lose the bra.”
She turned her head back with a scowl on those pretty lips. “Had many lap dances, have you?”
I’d walked right into that one. Avoiding her eyes, I answered almost guiltily, “A few.”
She sighed, making me think of other sounds she’d be making tonight. “I guess I won’t be your first anything, will I?”
Leaning my face into her hair, I decided I liked her jealousy. As long as she was spreading her legs for me, she could be possessive. “No, but you can be my best.”
And I’d be her only. That thought had me feeling possessive myself.
I must have chosen the right thing to say because off went the bra.
With her arms crossed over her breasts, she glanced back at me with an angelic look on her beautiful face. “Want me to turn around again?”
“Now,” I ordered her.
“No,” she pouted the word, her lips forming a small circle.
The girl was driving me crazy. I wanted to pin her down and pound into her. “That’s it. I’m touching what’s mine.” Reaching around, I slapped her arms down and cupped her breasts.
Absolutely perfect.
“Caleb!” she gasped my name, moaning as my thumbs played with her nipples.
“You like?” I whispered in her ear, licking her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin.
Gianna nodded jerkily. My girl was horny.
The song switched to hip hop and she arched and swayed on my lap at a faster pace. With my hands on her tits, she seemed even more into the dancing. Everything about her was sexy, her ass bared by the g-string, her naked back and the way she relished my touch.
I was getting off on the power I had over her. It felt like the high of ownership. Jealousy surged through me as I remembered the time I found her dancing seductively to a Shakira song in front of Jared while they were camping and partying. Gripping her hair, I gently pulled her head back. “Gianna,” I whispered harshly, “You’re way too good at this. You haven’t done it for any guy before me, have you?”
She shook her head despite my hand in her hair. “Never. Swear.”
“Good because you’re mine.” I slipped a hand into the front of her panties. Wetness greeted the two fingers I slid into her. Her moan drove me to continue. “You’re so wet for me.”
No other guy had touched her down there either.
She squirmed in my lap as I fingered her. “Oh god, Caleb, that feels so amazing.”
“You want more?” Leaning back, I had one hand on her hip and the other between her legs and used both grips to grind her ass back against my me. She’d stopped dancing, but it didn’t matter anymore. The real games had begun.
Gianna’s breaths were short and she was moving against my fingers. In a way, it was a different kind of dance. “Caleb, more.”
“Do you want me inside you?” I asked her, lightly pulling her earlobe between my teeth.
“Yes,” she answered, but I wanted her gagging for it.
“You have to beg for it, Gianna.”
There was no hesitation on her part. “Please, Caleb, please?”
“Please what, Gianna?” She was beginning to learn who was in control.
“Please can I have you inside me?”
Her pleading was so sweet. It made me feel like dirtying her up, doing nasty things to her.
With a growl, I stood up, taking her with me. “I have to have you right now.”
I placed her on the bed, barely refraining from tossing her. I took off everything but my underwear. Looking down at her, I couldn’t believe this gorgeous girl was all mine. She wasn’t covering her breasts and I drank in the sight of them. “Jesus Christ, Gianna, I wanted to go slowly with you the first time, but I don’t think I can.”
“Give it to me however you want, just hurry. I need you now, Caleb.”
Wanting to tear off her panties, I manag
ed to slide them down her legs. Hands on her knees, I spread them as I looked into her eyes. Savoring the moment, I moved my gaze down until I saw the prettiest sight ever. I dragged her closer to the edge of the bed and swooped down for my first taste.
Taking my time at first, I couldn’t hold back for long.
“Caleb! Oh god, Caleb! Oh god!” She was going crazy as I enjoyed her.
Feeling at my limit, I yanked down my boxer briefs as she whimpered at the pause in festivities. I got on the bed over her, relishing finally being between her legs.
Touching her face, I kissed her with everything I was feeling. Along with being more aroused than I could remember, my chest felt tight. She returned my kiss with a matched eagerness. Looking down at her, my emotions were in a jumble.
At the forefront was the urge to make her mine. Her blue eyes gazed trustingly into mine as I entered her, stopping at the one thrust to let her get used to me. With a small cry of pain, she was holding onto my shoulders. Pushing her hair off her forehead, I told her, “Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s better to get it over with fast. It’ll pass.”
Damn, she was tight.
“What about a condom?” she asked worriedly.
It was unbelievable that I’d forgotten, it’d never happened with the girls before her. Knowing she was right, but feeling primal, I couldn’t bring myself to put one on. “I wear a condom with every other girl, but not with you. I want to be able to feel you the first time.”
To me, this was more real than any other experience I’d had.
Her small smile was encouraging. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Not wanting to rush her, I thrusted slowly in and out. “Gianna,” I groaned, “you feel so damn good.” My eyes closed at the tight grip she had on me.
I could get addicted this.
I braced my upper body up with my forearms, making sure to only put my lower body weight on her. Before I realized what she was doing, my nipple was in her mouth, piercing and all. Holding the back of her head, I kept her where she was. Uncontrollably, I began pumping in and out of her harder.
Not that she was complaining.
Releasing her, she fell back onto the bed with flushed cheeks. “Caleb, you feel so good inside me. We should’ve done this sooner. Like the day we met.”
My laugh sounded tortured. “Like that, huh?”
“Love it.”
“Then you’ll really love this,” I assured her, repositioning her with pillows beneath her as I got up on my knees. Rubbing her clit, I pounded deeper into her. Holding her in place with my other hand, I realized no girl had come close to feeling this good.
She was moaning and panting, getting closer to release. I watched as her back arched off the bed as she climaxed, making the hottest sound I’d ever heard. Breathing heavily, she moaned words that rocked me, “Caleb, I love you.”
Gianna’s eyes were still closed and I wasn’t sure she realized what she’d said. Her eyelids lifted slowly and suddenly wider.
I opened my mouth to say I don’t know what. All that came out was, “Gianna, I. . . .” Feeling on the spot, I couldn’t think of anything else. I was frustrated, nervous and bizarrely elated at the concept of her loving me.
She wasn’t the first girl to tell me she loved me, but she was the first girl who made me feel like I should say something back.
Before I could think any more on it, she placed her palm against my cheek. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.”
Relief rushed through me and I was happy to be let off the hook. However, I still felt like I should say something. This funny, sexy girl loved me. Somehow, I felt lucky. My thoughts scattered as she kissed me.
I was still making love to her and it got more incredible. My lips were on hers as I came. Groaning her name, I experienced a climax like none other.
My face was buried against her neck. Lifting my head, I returned her smile. “Yep, definitely the best.”
She looked beyond content. “For me, too.”
I laughed, satisfied. Being her first, of course I was the best. Suddenly, I had the insane urge to make sure I was her only.
I pulled out of her slowly and wrapped my arms around her. Hooking a leg over hers possessively, I covered us up with a blanket. “You better get some rest, Gianna, because I may be waking you up in the middle of the night for round two.”
She was starting to fall asleep when I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. I wet a hotel washcloth and strode back to the bed. I drew back the blanket just enough to clean her up down there. Her eyes slit open but she laid there passively. The high of ownership was back, making me feel a little like an asshole.
She fell back to sleep as I covered up her hot body with the blanket. I looked down at the towel in my hand, tinged with a small amount of red.
Gazing down at Gianna, I realized nothing had ever been precious to me before. Now this beautiful girl had become the most precious and important thing in my world.
She’d told me she loved me. While her loving me made me cautiously happy, I wasn’t sure what I had to offer her. I didn’t ever want love any girl and I didn’t think I could love her back like she wanted.
I witnessed firsthand the hell loving my dad was for my mom. In the end, he didn’t love her back enough. The way he loved Julie wasn’t right either. Look how easily she threw his love away.
If Gianna said it again, should I say it back if it was untrue? I was in no doubt that I cared a lot for her. I loved spending time with her and I liked everything about her. On top of that, she was the best in all of my experiences.
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. This relationship stuff was hard. Being a player had been so simple. I just hit it and moved on to the next available and willing girl.
Things were more complicated now. The way I was feeling at that moment, I didn’t think I’d ever want to move on from Gianna.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.”
-Swedish Proverb
CALEB
I woke in the middle of the night with Gianna curled up against me. Her body was so soft and warm against mine. Even in her sleep, she was asking for it. At least, that was the excuse in my head for what I did next.
The bathroom door was cracked open, letting in just enough light to get a visual. I pulled the sheet back to get a look at her hot little body.
Easing her onto her back, she grumbled in her sleep. I ran my hands down her body until I reached her thighs, spreading them open to touch between her legs until she was wet for me. I knew I should be gentle with her, since she’d just lost her virginity a few hours ago.
Deciding to surprise her, I filled her slowly, causing her to finally wake up. “Caleb?” she murmured sleepily.
“Who else were you expecting?” I teased her.
I was holding still inside her, letting her get used to the intrusion. “What is this? Open season on my vagina?”
“Yours?” I asked in mock disbelief. “It’s mine now.”
She laughed, making her whole body shake. I groaned at the unintended sensations where we were connected.
Not able to hold back any longer, I began rocking in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around me, giving me a better angle. Grinding into her just right, I had her climaxing on a long moan. I liked hearing my name as she came, but with an unexpected pang of regret I missed the more tender words she’d said last time.
Deciding to shake it off, I drove into her harder until I was seeing stars.
Heaven.
As I pulled out, she curled to her side with an adorable little smile on her face. “Thank you,” she sighed in contentment, already lowering her lids to return to slumber.
I chuckled, tucking her into me. “You’re more than welcome. Sweet dreams, princess.”
Her lids remained closed but she made a sour face. “No more waking me up.”
I spanked her on the butt. “Go to
sleep!”
“I am so kicking your ass when I wake up in ten hours.” she muttered sulkily and drifted back to sleep.
Sitting up, I stared at her sleeping face. God, she really was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. After getting to know her, I tended to forget it. Her personality kept my interest beyond her looks.
She’d been unhappy when I’d first met her. Living a lie and playing a part she’d detested. Except for her crew. It seemed like I’d finally got Jared off our backs. He accepted our relationship, but that could just be him saving face. No doubt, in a heartbeat he’d be willing to take my place in Gianna’s life.
I lightly stroked her full bottom lip with my thumb. She was my pretty girl, now. Jared wouldn’t be getting the chance to take my place. No one would.
She was happy now with me. At least I’d put a smile on her face. But was it love? Why did it have to be? Why couldn’t things stay the way they were now? In my opinion, we had an absolutely ideal relationship. We could continue to have fun, have loads of sex and not ruin it with love crap.
Perfection.
Closing my eyes and laying my head on the pillow next to hers, I figured Gianna and I would have to talk about our relationship in the morning. I’d explain my way of thinking to her and she’d understand. She’d see that my way would cause less hassle. Love inevitably beat relationships to death, killing the connection two people started out with.
Having the issue settled in my mind, I followed the girl in my arms into sleep.
GIANNA
Waking up to the feel of an unfamiliar weight across my chest, I slowly opened my eyes. The sunlight peeked from the bottom of the hotel room curtains letting me know it was now the morning after. What happened from here? Awkwardness? Closeness? More sex?
Caleb’s arm pinning me to my current position, though it was bit heavy, wasn’t unpleasant. Neither was the concept of no longer being a virgin. However that, too, would take some getting used to. I felt no twinge of doubt or regret about Caleb being my first. In the very least, he knew what he was doing when it came to sex.