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EIGHT

“Oh, Bain…!” I whimpered as I held on to him for my dear sanity.

He was moving, measured stroke upon measured stroke.

It wasn’t just that. The way his body moved against mine, skin to skin, there was nothing more erotic. His arms held me protectively and I couldn’t feel any safer.

That sensation began again, something small and solid inside me, building and building with each thrust of his.

I could hear his harsh breathing. He couldn’t talk anymore as his attention was consumed by our coupling like mine. I couldn’t control my moans either.

I couldn’t even think.

It’s just all him and this.

“Bain! Oh, oh… I’m… cumming… again!”

“There… yes, baby. There you go… fucking let go… I’m here…!”

I did, and he nursed it, diving in deep and anchoring me with his arms as my whole body writhed from the waves that kept coming and coming…

I felt his kiss on my forehead when he took himself out a moment after I subsided.

Curious, I pried my eyes open. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t think he had cum yet.

Mr. Beast didn’t even cum. Couldn’t. I’d been missing this with a toy.

He was holding something in foil. Rubber, sliding his cock in.

Then he looked at me and answered the question that must be on my face.

“I wanted you to feel me as is the first time, but we need this now before I cum. Pills after we go out today?” He placed himself back between my thighs. “Oh, Jesus Christ… you feel so good… so tight. Gia…”

I was trying not to get distracted by the sight of him slowly sliding into me again. But was there a more erotic show?

“What’s about being uncovered?” I asked in a choked voice as I tried to prevent my eyes from rolling back. I felt all of him, thrusting deep, even though I’d cum twice already.

“It feels better. I want your first time to be… all natural.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips before he kissed me hard.

And then drove—hard—into me.

“Oohhhh…!”

Over and over and over…

I took it all. It was the best of it all. When I heard him groan hard, and bucked, I knew it was it.

I felt a warmth inside me as his seed spilled inside the rubber. That was how sensitive I was to him. My inner muscles clung to his meat, and I pushed back hard, too, because I was cumming again…

Then he melted onto me.

And that was the most satisfying part of it all…

He was nibbling at my neck, tracing the line up my jaw, reaching my lips to lazily nip and kiss, before he started to kiss me all over my face.

Post-sex nuzzling.

I liked that. Big points for him.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I felt shy for some stupid reason. No. There was no reason at all. I just suddenly couldn’t look at him.

“How are you?” his sexy voice asked.

Terribly sated. “I’m… happy.” I sighed. It sounded cliché, of course, even if it’s true.

Then I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I didn’t know why I was shy at all.

“Thank you… that was more than I expected.”

He gazed at my face for a moment, then he smiled. “You are welcome, Gia. I’m glad you liked your first time.”

“It was so wonderful. I think you’ve ruined Mr. Beast.”

“Whose Mr. Beast?” he asked, elegant eyebrows knotting.

“My vibrator,” I replied.

He laughed, surprised. That pushed him out of me. I smiled, relieved that I didn’t feel shy anymore.

Then, my eyes opened widely. “Oh my God.”

“What?” he asked, stopping.

“I just had sex with a man.”

His lips quirked at the ends. “That’s okay, baby. You are supposed to.”

I was looking at him. “I had sex with a man who’s not my boyfriend.”

He gazed at me for a moment. “Technically, you did. I proposed for us to pose as lovers, and you said yes. As far as I can tell, we’re more legit than others.”

I pursed my lips as I thought about it. And then I sighed.

“What?” he asked.

“I did like it, and I know I’m grateful. How many times have I heard horror stories of their first times? I should not look a gift horse in the mouth.”

I sat up on the bed.

He was watching me, and he sat up, too.

“We should go. It’s going to be crowded in Brooklyn Bridge in an hour or two,” I said.

“Sure…” he said as he fixed himself up. “Can I use your bathroom for a minute?”

“Yes. Of course,” I said, and caught myself watching his naked butt as he walked towards my bathroom without any qualms at all.

So male…

I sighed when he was already inside the bath and I was alone.

I liked it too much, and I had to be really careful.

Whatever he said about us being more legit than those who had relationships, it only meant we would still leave each other after it all.

I couldn’t fall in love with this man.

Okay?

I was dressed and in the kitchen, finishing my lukewarm coffee, when he came out of the bedroom. We were suddenly acting very proper.

“We will take care of our tummies first,” he said, “then we’ll talk about the details of this then.”

“Okay, sure,” I replied.

We left my house. He hailed a taxi and we went back to the hotel where he was booked to eat breakfast in The Breslin.

Calmer now, I dove into my poached eggs as I watched him make his way into his pork sausages and fried eggs as fast as I could blink.

In fairness to him, as soon as he was done with his first plate, he started to explain details to me about our deal without me having to ask.

“I was illegitimate,” he opened up in a low voice.

We were a bit far from the other tables with guests. But I still felt like his voice was more than loud enough. I was surprised, I guess, because I didn’t expect that as his introduction to the ‘details’ of our arrangement.

“A bastard, if you will. I was the product of my father’s relationship with his accountant.”

I was looking at him, my eyes must be bulging. “I’m sorry,” I said abruptly. “Was that a joke?” I asked, just to be clear.

He shook his head. “No, it isn’t. Don’t be sorry. My mother—stepmother—is the sweetest in the world. My real mother left my father and moved to another state and didn’t bother to tell him about me. But she died in an accident and I was in the system for a few months. They somehow found out about me because of some important documents my mother had left. After my father took me, Helena made sure I legally assume my father’s name right away. She did right by me. Like a real mother.”

“That’s sweet,” I couldn’t help but say. I liked his mother already. Stepmother.

“I have two half-brothers, both from other women, too. Helena couldn’t have babies and she married my father after we were all born, so technically, Dad wasn’t an adulterer. Before then they were on and off. Helena’s only complaint was she wished he’d had at least one girl from all his girlfriends. She said we'd wasted her skill at braiding because we were not.”

I laughed. “For real?”

He was smiling. “Yes. It’s real. She’s real. And I truly don’t want to disappoint her.”

“How come she didn’t know you and Brooke weren’t in love with each other if she knows you that much?”

“Well, it’s supposedly been a ‘tumultuous’ relationship, breaking up and coming back together, me being busy and Brooke always out and about… we make sure we’re ready when we’re going to meet her whenever she will visit. Mom and Dad sometimes visit me in Las Vegas, and when they do and we’re supposedly back together, Brooke stays put and entertains them around the city.”

“How long have the two of you supposedly been together?”

“Four years… on and off.”

She was surprised. “Really? That’s a long time.”

“Mom didn’t like Brooke in the beginning, told me she was too flighty. But we weren’t in fact together, remember? So there you go about why she didn’t feel I was not really in love with Brooke. She did feel it. It’s just in her eyes and the others, it’s been going on for some time, so there must be something good going on between us in private they didn’t see .”

“Like really, no kinky sex?” I whispered, and he laughed. I laughed, too. “I can’t believe you didn’t get tempted to seduce each other. You’re both hot.”

He was shaking his head.

“So, was there?”

“No,” he replied. “I never had sex with Brooke,” he added in an undertone.

“For real?”

He was grinning at me, his eyes a little heavy-lidded. “For real. You know what?”

“What?”

“How about we continue this conversation somewhere else…?” His voice was getting softer. “Let’s go upstairs to my bed, and we can talk about my mother some more there? All this talk about kinky—”

My eyes rolled up. “Shut up,” I whispered back, as I felt the need to hide under the tablecloth. “You can’t really blame me for getting curious after… after what you did to me. I can’t believe you’re celibate that long.”

“As Iwas saying—”

“I’ll shut up.  Finish your food.”

I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, while his eyes lowered to my lips. He didn’t look appeased.

“Are you done eating?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

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