Out of Line (Out of Line #1)(32)
Author: Jen McLaughlin

He approached me, his steps sure. When he lowered his body over mine, I stopped trying to do calculations on the likelihood of him fitting all the way inside of me without tearing something vital. I wasn’t a fool. Women had been doing this since the beginning of time, and I was no different than any of them.

Though Finn might just be bigger than all the other men.

He sucked my other nipple into his mouth, ripping open the condom as he did so. After a few quick movements, his hands were back on my skin, burning paths everywhere he touched. My blood heated, and my stomach clenched tight, building a pressure that I was powerless to stop. Powerless to control.

When he kissed a path down my stomach, taking little bites as he went, I went mad with desire. Tossing my head back and forth on the pillow, I moaned and cried out and dug my nails into his skin. He flicked his tongue over my clitoris before taking that into his mouth too.

Oh, holy mother of freaking God. That felt way too good to ever stop. I would make him stay down there forever. He could take breaks for water and food, but that was it. I dug my heels into the mattress, letting out a whimper that didn’t even remotely sound like me.

He groaned and adjusted his hold on me. I, in turn, tightened my legs on his head, refusing to let him move until he gave me what I needed. Until I found the release I knew his mouth could give me. “Don’t stop,” I demanded, panting for air.

He ran his hands up my calves, then down my thighs. When he reached my hips, he lifted me higher. Something in the changed position must have made for optimal pleasure, because my whole body tingled and went weak. I clung to his hands, needing to hold on to something secure before I let go of all control.

And when I did, letting the pleasure wash over me, all of the pressure that had been building inside of me burst into a million pieces. As my whole body went limp with gratification, he dropped my hips and settled in between my legs. He rubbed against me, exactly where his mouth had just been, and another wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.

Capturing my face in between both of his hands, he kissed me gently. As his mouth played over mine, I could taste the familiar flavor of Finn I’d come to know and also myself on his tongue, making for an intoxicating combination that made me even more eager for him to come inside me. More desperate for him to fill me completely.

“Carrie,” he gritted out, his hold on my hips tight. “I can’t go slow or be gentle.”

I opened my mouth to warn him about the technicality of me still being a virgin, but it was too late. He thrust inside of me with one quick movement, and the pain of him ripping through me blended with the satisfaction at having him buried deep inside of me, where I’d wanted him for weeks.

Chapter 15

Having Carrie in my arms was more than I could bear. Better than I’d imagined. Nothing could describe the way she made me feel, so I wouldn’t even bother to try. I fused my mouth with hers before surging into her, unable to believe how f**king amazing she made me feel. How she could bring me to my knees with a simple touch. Make me want to stay there too, I’d bet. I’d had sex with a good amount of women during the years, but I’d never done this.

Never made love before.

But then I crashed through the resistance I’d suspected might be there. I reared back, looking down at her with concern. “Are you okay?” Then, realizing I should act surprised, I added, “Wait. You’re a virgin?”

“Y-Yes.” I started to pull out of her. She closed her legs around my waist, blinking back tears even as she tried to keep me inside of her. But I was hurting her. “No. Don’t stop. I want…I need…”

She rolled her hips up tentatively, more than likely experimenting with the sensation of having me inside her. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to remain still, letting her test out the waters, so to speak. “You should have told me.”

“I was afraid you’d stop,” she said, running her fingers lightly over my back. “Please don’t stop. Don’t let go.”

“I’ve got you,” I promised, nibbling on her ear. I knew I should stop. Should end this right here and now, but she kept moving underneath of me, and letting out tiny breathy moans that drove me f**king wild. I couldn’t stop. Not ever. “And I won’t.”

She thrust her hips up again, and a sheen of sweat formed on my forehead. Her tight pu**y gripped me more closely than I could ever have imagined, and my c**k screamed at me to move inside of her. To finish what I started.

She dug her heels into my ass, urging me closer. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Move inside me.”

I pulled almost all the way out of her, then slowly drove back in. I groaned at the pleasure she gave me, unable to bite it back. Her body fit mine like a glove. It was as if she was made for me and me alone. My arms trembled from the strength I exerted to hold myself back. To not hurt her. I kept my weight on them, not wanting to crush her. “That okay?”

She nodded and lifted her head. “Kiss me and move faster.”

The control I’d had over my motions snapped, and I crashed my mouth down on hers. I moved inside of her, hesitantly at first, but growing more and more sure as I went. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, begging for more. Once I was certain I wasn’t hurting her, I lifted her hips in my hands and drove deeper. She cried out and scratched her nails down my back, probably drawing blood and waking up the neighbors.

I didn’t even give a flying f**k.

I needed her too badly. It had all started with an immediate attraction, but now it was more. So much more. As I grew closer and closer to the precipice, I tried to focus on her. The way her eyes were slit, barely letting me see the bright blue sapphire. The way she let out tiny puffs of air through her swollen lips. But most of all, the way she moaned my name as I brought her higher and higher, refusing to stop until I made her come again.

When she finally tensed and bowed against me, frozen in time, I let myself go. I thrust one more time inside of her, going as deep as I could possibly go, and cried out, “Carrie.”

As the strongest orgasm I’d ever had rushed through my veins, I collapsed on top of her, keeping my weight on my elbows. She tightened her legs around me, seeming to not want to let me go, and hugged me close, her own breathing as ragged as mine. If she didn’t want to let me go, that was fine by me. I could happily lie here as long as she wanted me to.

I buried my face in her neck, closed my eyes, and waited for the regrets and the guilt to come. Waited for cold, hard reality to come crashing over me once I remembered all the reasons I shouldn’t have done this. And even more terrifying? Knowing she would hate me for taking her virginity while lying to her. When she knew what I really was—who I really was—she would never forgive me for taking her under false pretenses. And I would never forgive myself either.