Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) by Cory Cyr Read Free Book Online Page B

dimly lit outline, but I could feel droplets of sweat dripping from him. “Are you sure?” he asked, sounding breathless.
    “Please,” I replied, my voice strangled, my breathing labored.
    He pushed forward. I wasn’t prepared for the pressure or the pain. I’d been right. His dick was too big. Jesus, it hurt like hell. This was definitely worse than the dentist.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard Joey say under his breath. “Man, I am sorry. I had no idea. Son of a bitch.”
    I couldn’t say anything. I wanted to cry. Tears brimmed at the edge of my eyes, but I refused to let them go. I was nineteen. It was time. This was it. No going back. For better or for worse.
    The pressure began to lessen as he moved. I mimicked his movements. It was as if a light came on. My body liked this. No, it loved it. He pushed forward, and I could feel his balls against my bottom. It felt like my body had been sleeping and now was alive. I sensed all my nerves, especially in my lower half.
    I could hear Joey grunting and groaning as he continued to rock into me. I heard a guttural cry rip loose from deep in my chest, and I hardly believed it was coming from me. My pulse spiked as my entire body responded to his continual thrusts. I became aware of a tightening in my pussy. It seemed to strangle his cock. It felt much tighter than before. My legs started to shake as I began to go into a euphoric state. I had been unsure if I ever had an orgasm before. Whatever I felt prior wasn’t this. I was definitely wrong. What I was now bordering on would change me forever. I’d never experienced anything like it.
    “Oh…” I managed an ear-piercing scream as I felt my nails embed themselves into Joey’s upper arms. My body went stiff and I felt as though I were a slab of rock.
    He continued to thrust faster and faster. “Baby, I’m coming… Oh God, it feels so good…”
    I could feel his body shudder as he began to slow his pace. When he finally came to a stop, we lay there in silence. He moved slowly as he arched upward on one arm, pulling out. My thighs felt drenched, and I knew it wasn’t from my release. He adjusted himself, and I heard him struggle to remove the condom.
    “Fuck, Red. I think you lived up to your name,” he said in a sarcastic tone.
    I was seriously embarrassed. What had I been thinking? There must be blood everywhere. Oh my God, I think I can smell it. I sniffed the air. The room was rich with the scent of sex and copper.
    “Where’s your bathroom? I need to wash up,” he asked.
    I struggled to sit. I grabbed my sweats and put them across my crotch. For the first time, I felt dirty.
    “First door around the corner,” I managed to croak out. I wanted to cry—again. Not because of physical pain, but because I was humiliated. The way Joey Miles acted, he made me feel like a whore, and for once, I was in agreement. I should have said no adamantly. He would have been satisfied with oral sex—they always are.
    Maybe actual sex got better with time.
    So this would be how I lost my virginity at nineteen. Banging the hottest jock in college, who had a broken arm, and I was bleeding everywhere. Bloodbath. Oh God.
    “So, Red… it was…” He chuckled as he came back into the room. “Good thing I was able to clean up. Your neighbors would have thought I murdered you.” He tossed me a towel.
    My face was burning brightly, and it was probably the exact color of the beach towels under me. I needed Joey to go home.
    I could hear him fumbling around.
    “Stop! Do not turn on the lamp. I’m embarrassed enough. Don’t make it worse.”
    “Not to worry, Red. Just trying to find my keys.”
    What a fucking prick. He was leaving? No after kissing or cuddling? Okay, I understood it was messy and probably grossly unsanitary, but really? What a dick.
    “You’re leaving? Whatever.” I was miffed. Yes, I wanted him to go, but I wanted to be the one to ask him to leave. Fucker hadn’t even said anything about us having sex.