Feeling my balls draw up. I increased my pace. Slamming into her over and over again.
She came first, her back arched off the bed. Her legs jerked and it was the feel of her that sent me over the edge.
Groaning into her hair I emptied myself into her body. And for a second I was pretty sure I left my body and saw heaven. That was how good sex with Chelsea was.
“Fucking hell.” Sliding from her I rolled on to my back. “That was fucking amazing.” Reaching for her I let my hand trail across her flat stomach and then lower still. “Say something.”
Chelsea just sighed.
Raising myself up on my elbow I studied her slack face. She looked contented and well and truly fucked.
I wanted her to look that way every single day
She was so damn beautiful, I let my eyes drift down her languid body.
Blood.
There was blood on her thighs.
On my cock as well.
My heart stuttered to a stop.
No way, I knew she had been a virgin months ago but I had presumed…. I had presumed that she was sleeping with at least Bennet. If not others as well.
I had taken her virginity and I hadn’t even been gentle about it.
“Wicked?”
Finally, I raised my eyes to meet hers. “Shit Chelsea. You could have at least told me I was going to be your first.”
Chapter Eleven
Chelsea
Here it comes.
I waited for him to move away from me, to get off the bed and pull his clothes on. For him to tell me that it was a massive mistake and that it should never have happened.
I waited for him to do what he always did.
Push me away.
Wicked’s voice was tortured when he finally spoke. “Shit Chelsea, you could have at least told me I was your first.” But he didn’t get up. He carried on just looking at me. His eyes were softer than I had ever seen them. He looked thoughtful. Chewing on his bottom lip.
“It’s no big deal.” I didn’t want to argue about it. I just wanted to enjoy the feelings in my body. Even the biting tearing feeling between my thighs. I wanted to enjoy all of it and relish the fact that I was no longer a virgin.
“It is a big deal.” The hand that wicked had been smoothing down my body moved upwards to cup my cheek. “It’s a really big deal. Did I hurt you.”
I shrugged.
“Chelsea.” He sounded exasperated. “Did I hurt you?”
Our eyes met. “No Wicked. I enjoyed it… hey where are you going?”
My worst fears came to life as he swung himself off the bed. Tugging on his jeans he headed towards the door.
I didn’t know why I was surprised. He always did this. He always left when things started getting hot and heavy between us. Hell, I probably wasn’t the only girl he had left in bed after fucking them.