Keeping Score by Cathryn Fox
Rocco
She coughs, and I put my palm on the sides of her head. “Are you okay?”
“I think I might have some water still in my lungs. I might have to take you up on that mouth to mouth.”
I stare at her long and hard. I want her. There’s no doubt about that. Reagan and I, though, we’re different people from different worlds. She’s a good girl who will eventually go back to Cochrane, or someone else from her class of society. But those are the rules put in place for her, and unfortunately for me, and for her, she’s not the type of girl to smash them. Tonight, though, I could give her what she wants. What she craves. It’s wrong in so many ways, but fuck it.
I slide my hand around her neck and dip my head. The second my lips land on hers, I forget every reason why this is a bad idea. She whimpers, and I slide my other hand around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine, rubbing my hard cock against her soft body, my craving for her intensifying. She slides her hands over my chest, exploring, touching, caressing, and I groan into her mouth. I have no idea why her touch warms me from the inside out. Christ, I’ve been touched by numerous women. Never before have I come this close to shattering.
I turn the shower off, wrap her in a towel, and take her to the bed. She sits on the edge, her big hazel eyes wide, a mixture of desire and fear lingering there. It’s the fear I need to address before this goes any further. I drop to my knees in front of her and slide my hand around her neck.
“You’re a virgin, Reagan.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
Her eyes widen at the question as water drips from her hair, traveling to the tip of her nose. I brush it away and wait for her to answer.
“I wasn’t ready for sex.”
I brush my thumb over her soft cheek, and she leans into it. “You think you are now, or is this about Cochrane?”
“It’s about me wanting you, and hoping you want me too.” she says honestly, and my heart does some strange somersault. So many times in life, I’ve been tossed away, unwanted and unlovable, but right now, in this moment, this beautiful girl wants me. I’ve been beat up and bruised—never broken. Deep inside, however, I am positive this is the one girl who could break me.
“I want you.” I glance down at my bulging shorts. “That’s pretty obvious.” Her soft chuckle curls around me, but it’s her palm on my face that’s like a warm hug to my heart.
“Tonight. No regrets,” she whispers.
I grip her hair and bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her, softly at first, until she’s moaning and running her hands all over me, unable to get enough. I deepen the kiss, slide my tongue into her mouth. Her sweet flavor explodes on my tongue and I know that I’m done for. I break the kiss, and she sits there, eyes half open, mouth still poised for mine as I back up. She blinks, a measure of worry flooding her eyes. My heart jumps.
“Reagan, let me know right now if this is what you want. I’ve wanted you for a long time now, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once I had a taste of your sweet body.”
“Rocco,” she says quietly. “I want this. I want you.”
Air leaves my lungs and I resist the urge to scream from the rooftops as I slide my fingers into my boxers and tug them off, dropping them onto the wood floor of her bedroom. With my dick free, I take it into my hands and stroke. She watches, eagerness all over her face.
She blinks up at me. “I want to touch.”
“I don’t want to know about your sex life with Cochrane.” Christ, thinking about her in his arms, his bed, fills me with white hot rage. “But, just how experienced are you?”
“Come here.”
I step up to her and she opens her mouth for my cock. I slowly feed it to her and groan as she takes me deep. The heat of her mouth wraps around me and standing becomes a much harder skill. “Fuck, Reagan.”
She mumbles around my cock. I can’t understand a word she’s saying. I move my hips, my hard as steel cock sliding in and out of her pretty mouth.
“That is so good.” With her sweet lips stretched around my girth, she cups my balls and my body tightens. She worships my cock like it’s her goddamn job. Jesus, if I don’t put a stop to this, I’m going to be done before I’m even started. I pull from her and she frowns in protest.
“I wasn’t done,” she murmurs, and tries to reach for me.
“I nearly was.”
She laughs, and grins up at me. “I’ve never really enjoyed that before.”
My heart sinks. “Reagan, you didn’t have to do that if you didn’t like it. I don’t want you ever to do anything you don’t want to do. You have a say in all this.”
“That’s it, though. I did like it with you. I love the sounds you make, the way you swelled even more when I took you deep. It makes me happy to make you happy.”
I cup her chin gently and something inside me breaks a little. “You’re killing me, you know that?” She smiles, clearly liking that. “Let’s get you out of these wet things.” I drop down again, reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She shimmies out of it and tosses it away. My gaze falls to her gorgeous, full breasts, and her perfect pale pink nipples.
“Killing me,” I moan softly, and put my hands on her thighs as I lean in for a taste. I run the soft blade of my tongue over her pale sweetness, and her nubs harden even more. “You are so perfect.” Her hands go around my head and she grips my hair, holding me to her breasts as I take my fill, biting and licking and sucking. She moves against me, her hips wiggling on the bed as her body begs mine for more.
I treat her other nipple to the same pleasure before going straightening up. I soften my voice and whisper, “Lie back.” She does as I ask, and I touch her thighs, push them a little farther apart to get a glimpse of the white lace covering her pussy. I take a breath to get myself together. I still can’t quite believe she’s gifting me with her virginity.
“Are you scared?” I ask, my fingers toying with the band on her panties. She goes up on her elbows to see me.
“I used to be. Maybe that’s why I was never ready.”
“Why aren’t you afraid now?”
“Because it’s you. You would never do anything to hurt me. Not purposely, anyway.”
My throat squeezes so tight I’m sure I’m going to black out. The way she trusts me completely…fuck, I don’t take that lightly.
I stroke her sex through her panties and she moans. “I promise to make this good for you, and if it’s not good the first time, we’ll just keep doing it until we get it right.”
Her smile is soft and sexy as she gives a slow nod. “I like the idea of that.”
I trail my thumbs over the lace keeping my mouth from her pussy, and she quivers beneath my touch.
“Do you touch yourself, Reagan?” I ask.
For a second I don’t think she’s going to answer. “Yes,” she admits.
“That’s good.”
“Why?”
“That way you know what you like. It’s important we both know what you like, and dislike.”
“Do you touch yourself?” I give her a look that suggests she’s dense and she laughs. “Right, never mind.”
I like talking to her like this, open and intimate. With my heart thumping a little harder, I tug the lace down, exposing her silken curls, and my cock jumps. Fuck, all the girls today shave, but I love her like this. “I’m really going to enjoy getting to know all your likes.”
“I am too,” she murmurs as I kneel, brushing my lips over her pussy as I tug the material down even more. I push her legs together, and drag her panties over her feet and toss them away. I take numerous deep breaths as I gaze at her nakedness. I could almost fucking sob.
“You’re beautiful.”
She reaches for me and I grip her thighs, my fingers holding her carefully as I slide up and give her clit a slow, leisurely lick.
“Rocco,” she murmurs, and I grin. Yeah, getting to know all her likes is going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
“Like that, babe?” I ask.
“Yesss….”
I lick her some more, tasting and teasing her, my brain registering her every moan and movement, aiming to get it just right. I slowly slide a finger into her, and her tight pussy clenches around me. My cock jumps, eager to slide inside, but fuck, how am I not going to hurt her? I work my finger inside her and find all her sensitive spots as I swipe my tongue over her heated clit. She’s moaning, something soft and incoherent, as I eat her.
I slide a second finger into her and she gasps as I fill her. I take my time stretching her, warming her muscles, working her into a frenzy.
“That’s it. Move your hips, Reagan. Take what you need from my fingers. This is all for you.”
She moves a little faster, riding me a little harder, and a keening noise breaks from her throat as she bursts around my fingers. Perfection. Total fucking perfection. It’s the only way to describe the way her body is moving in pure bliss. Her juices soak my hand and chin as I lap at her, wanting every last drop of her sweetness.
She’s panting, her hands tugging on my hair as I slowly inch my fingers out, knowing so much more about this sweet girl.
“That was…Rocco.” She shakes her head, like she’s trying to settle her scattered thoughts.
“I’m going to make you come like that every time I touch you.” We might have agreed to one night, no tomorrows, but for the next twelve hours or so, I’m going to give her so many climaxes her head is going to spin.
“It’s never been this good before,” she whispers.
Anger and pleasure hit at the same time. I hate that Cochrane didn’t take care of her properly—I also hate that he ever touched her. Yet pleasure threads through me to know I’m the guy who can make this good for her. I slide up her body, my cock between her thighs.
My mouth finds hers and I kiss her, our tongues playing and reacquainting. Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples so hard, I’m sure they could score my skin.
I break the kiss and press my lips to her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks and chin. “I need to be inside you.”
“I need that too.”
“You ready for me?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s still in this game.
“I am.”
“Protection?” I ask.
“Oh God!” Her eyes go wide, sheer disappointment living right there in her pupils, and that’s when it occurs to me just how much she wants this tonight—with me. “I’m not on the pill.”
“It’s okay, I have condoms.”
She relaxes. “At least one of us was prepared for this.”
“I wasn’t prepared for this, Reagan. Not one fucking bit.” My heart pounds in my chest as I reach into my bag, and pull out a box of condoms. I turn back to her. “Were you?”
“If you’re asking if I wanted this to happen, if I’ve been wondering in my head how we’d be together, the answer is yes. I just didn’t know where your head was or what you wanted.”
I point to my head. “This head is telling me all of this is a bad idea.” I grip my cock and stroke myself. “This head is telling me to go for it. I guess we know which one is doing the talking tonight.”
She crooks her finger. “For a guy who isn’t good with his words, I actually think you’re doing too much talking.”
I laugh at that, rip into the box of condoms and pull one out. She watches in fascination as I sheath myself. “Middle of the bed,” I command softly.
She slides to the middle and opens her legs. I do love a girl who knows what she wants.
Love?
Her eyes meet mine, dark and demure, as she grips the sheets.
“Show me.” At first she doesn’t know what I mean, so I let my gaze travel the length of her, stopping on her wet sex. “Show me,” I repeat.
She widens her legs even more and slides her hands slowly down her body, stopping to tweak her nipples as she goes by, then she frames her mons and pulls open her pretty pink lips. I nearly sink to my knees in a trembling mess.
“So nice.” Working double time to keep my shit together, I put my knees on the bed, and position myself between her legs. “This first time, we’re going to do it the old-fashioned way. I want to see your face, make sure I’m not hurting you.” She swallows, and tears make her eyes glossy. “Hey.” I touch her face gently. “Why the tears?”
“I guess I’m emotional because this is a big deal to me.”
“It is to me too, Reagan. Believe me. I would never lie about that, and I’d never want to lie to you.”
“Yeah.”
I nod. “I promise, and thank you for wanting this first time to be with me.”
I bend over her and find her mouth. We exchange heated kisses as I position my cock at her hot entrance. I inch in slowly, giving her time to expand around me. It takes no time at all, and I’ve bridged the first tight muscles, which both shocks and arouses me. I slide in a little more, giving her an inch at a time. Her muscles wrap around me, hug me tight, her body completely opening to me, a perfect fit.
I keep a close eye on her face, but there’s no pain there, only pleasure. “You good?”
“I’ve never been better.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“It’s tight, I feel that, but it’s good, Rocco. It’s so good.”
My heart beats a little faster. If I’m not careful, I’m really going to lose myself in this girl—and I’m not talking physically.
I move my hips a little faster now as my body burns with need. My mouth goes to the hollow of her neck and she pushes her head back as I find a spot that makes her moan. I give her every last inch of my cock, until I’m hitting her cervix, and I rub my pelvis against her clit.
“Rocco…” She scratches her nails over my back, no doubt leaving the best kind of scars a guy can have.
“You feel so good, Reagan.”
“So good,” she echoes, and I rock my hips gently, pushing deeper and deeper, yet unable to get deep enough. I cup her face, kiss her mouth and pull almost all the way out. She whimpers and I slide back inside her. She’s wet and hot, her tight sex gripping me with each thrust. It’s insane how close I am. No way am I going to come without bringing her to orgasm again. I can’t wait to feel her hot heat surround my cock.
I change the pace, go a little faster, my crown hitting all her sensitive spots. She makes a noise and I lift my head, meeting her eyes. They’re barely open as she gazes up at me, and that gorgeous look tells me she’s close again, that I’m touching all the right spots.
I rock into her, bang against her clit, and her mouth falls open. “Rocco.” She breathes my name into the dim room, and it curls around me, hugs my heart like an invisible fist. “I’m…”
“Yeah, babe. You’re right there. Jesus, you’re squeezing me.” I can’t get air into my lungs as she comes around my cock, her heat scorching my last working brain cell. I continue to pump into her, letting her ride out each glorious wave until I reach my breaking point.
“Fuck,” I groan as I let go, filling the condom with my seed, at the same time filling her body, wanting to leave a part of myself inside her for a little while longer. It’s such a crazy thought I can’t even believe I’m having it.
“I feel you,” she murmurs and presses her mouth to my neck when I collapse on top of her. I gasp for breath, her soft chuckle curling around me. What on earth does she find so funny?
I inch back to see her face, and she smiles up at me. I arch a brow and she says, “If I’d known sex was going to be that good, I would have been doing it all along.”
“I really don’t know how to say this without sounding like a misogynistic asshole.”
She rakes her nails through my hair. “What?”
“I’m glad you haven’t been doing it all along.” I shake my head. “That coming from a man-whore. I get it. I have no right to say that.” I brush her hair from her face, my humor long gone. “I’m just glad we did this.” I let out a breath. “That you did it with me. Not all guys want, or care, about making it good for the girl.”
She puts her hands on my face, and blinks dark lashes over watery eyes. “Thank you.”
“You just seriously thanked me for sex.” I laugh. “I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“Okay, go ahead,” she teases, a new energy, a new lightness about her. It fills my soul with happiness.
I slowly inch out, and there is blood on the condom. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Okay,” I say, even though I’m a bit worried. I discard the condom and grab a few tissues from the box to clean her up.
“Rocco?”
“Yeah.”
I put the tissue between her legs and she shivers. “I think it was only this good because it was with you.”
My hand stills between her legs as old insecurities creep through my brain. The truth is, I feel the exact same way, and I’m past the point of denying how much I like her, how much I want to keep her in my life. But this is Reagan Ellison, beauty and brains with a bright future in front of her. I might be a football star now, but deep inside, I’m not sure I’ll ever be good enough for a girl like her.