The Failing Hours

“Once we do this, you can’t go back.” This is me you’re about to sleep with, I want to add. Not some sensitive dude who’s going to lavish affection on you afterward. I sure as shit am not a cuddler.

“Stop talking,” she demands. “Stop talking and screw me already.”

Whoa. Holy shit.

“Do you like dirty talk, Violet?”

“I don’t know,” she blushes. “Say something dirty.”

I hesitate and look down at her. Her giant hazel eyes regard me, so soft and pretty as my dick rubs against her slit, that halo of wholesomeness surrounding her head giving me pause.

Words lodge in my throat that won’t come out.

Say something dirty, say something dirty, say something dirty…

Shit, what the hell is wrong with me? Why aren’t my lips moving?

“Zeke?”

Her hips wiggle beneath me, causing friction against my straining cock.

I’ll give it to her dirty, all right, just not…

Yet.

Not yet.

This is the first girl I’ve felt anything for, if you don’t include the anger I feel toward my mother, and I don’t want to ruin it by spewing any nasty shit.

What we’re about to do feels so right and wrong at the same damn time, and yet here we are, about to cross this finish line. One I swore I would never cross, lest someone expect things I don’t know how to give.

Violet stares up at me now, trusting. Aroused. Sated.

Sexy.

Ready.

I hover above her, bracing my forearms on the pillows. Slide forward. I’m going to push my dick forward and fuck her like the NCAA champion I am.

Skin against skin. Cock against clit.

I reach down and give it a few short strokes, run my hand down her hip. Between her legs.

She’s wet, the soft curls between her legs making me harder than I was before. Jesus, the fucking curls—I haven’t fucked anyone with hair on their pussy in years. It’s a harsh reminder of how inexperienced she is.

I spread her with my thumb, rubbing my latex-covered cock up and down the slit in her pussy, pressing forward tentatively. I slide in a fraction at a time, a slow building moan rising inside my chest.

A test in self-control.

This slow burn is killing me; I want to plow into her so damn bad, it’s physically painful.

She’s so tight.

“You’re not going to break me, Zeke. J-Just do it already.”

I shake my head, sweat beading on my brow.

No.

No, I’m not just going to do it already.

Determined to take my time, I inhale a breath, counting like we do in wrestling. Counting like I do when I’m lifting. Counting like I do when—

“Don’t move, please,” I demand into her pouty pink mouth. “Please. Jesus, baby, don’t move.”

If she moves, I swear to God I will lose my shit and blow my load before I’m even all the way inside.

My lean hips push forward, instinctively wanting to thrust. And thrust, and thrust the shit out of her. I want to bang her into the headboard and god this is torture.

“Uhhh,” Violet purrs, oblivious to my inner dialogue.

“You’re only enjoying this because I haven’t plowed you yet,” I pant.

“Say that again,” she moans.

“You want me to plow you, baby?”

“Oh you feel so good…” Christ, she’s moaning so loud and it’s just the tip.

Her hands wander over my back, skimming and drifting over my taut muscles. Over my deltoids and down my spine toward my ass.

She needs to stop.

“You are going to come so hard when I’m inside you, I promise.” I breathe into her ear. “But slow down Violet.”

I’m so fucking afraid to hurt her.

“I can’t! It feels…”

“I know, I know,” I chant into her hair, her gorgeous snowy hair.

My arms shake from their balancing act on either side of her head; not wanting to crush her under my weight, my dick presses into her slick heat. One inch. Then another, grinding my pelvis into hers. Not pushing, not thrusting—just grinding. The friction? Fucking combustible.

Violet gasps so loud I feel it in my cock and down to my toes.

Groaning, I slide my hand down her hip and under her ass. Spread flat, my palm slips under her butt cheeks, fingers finding their way to her crack, pulling me deeper inside her.

“Oh fuck,” I blurt out because it feels so good my eyes roll back into my head.

My nostrils flare, and I inhale. Exhale.

“I-It’s… That…” Violet breathes heavily, groaning. “That feels so…”

“Say it feels good,” I beg, needing to thrust. Pump into her. Something. Anything. “Please, baby, say it.”

Her head tips back and I lick her throat. Suck and fuck. Bite on her earlobe.

Violet’s hands snake down my lower back, grasping my ass. She squeezes. Tugs. “It feels amazing, amazing. If I spread my legs will it—”

I don’t hear her finish her sentence; all I hear is spread my legs, spread my legs, spread my legs and I’m gone. I feel her spreading those fucking legs apart. Those porcelain, creamy white thighs I’m snuggly positioned between.

My dick pulses. Throbs.

“Did it just get bigger?” Her eyes are wide as saucers.

“Yeah it motherfuckin’ did.” I grind out through clenched teeth, unable to stop the dirty talk. “Do you like that?”