FIRST DATE (II)

VIOLET

Ryan kissed me again–no he devoured me. His lips were demanding, hungry, as if he'd waited lifetimes to claim me. I could taste him, feel him in the very core of me—his mouth, his warmth, the pressing heat of his body against mine.

One hand guided me at the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into him, while the other gripped my thigh, urging me closer, impossibly closer. The air between us crackled with an electricity I couldn't escape, an intoxicating fusion of heat and desire that left me breathless.

My skin burned where his fingers trailed, from the curve of my back to the dip of my waist, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. His touch was relentless and possessive.

It was as if he were afraid I might slip away at any moment, evaporate like mist in the air. There was a desperation in the way he held me, a silent plea in his eyes. His kiss was wild and tender all at once, raw and intimate, as if each second was a lifetime he wanted to savor, each touch a moment he feared he'd never get again.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling, to the chaos that was us. The world outside of this moment ceased to exist. There were no thoughts, no worries—just the sensation of him, the scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath on my neck. Our bodies were no longer two separate entities, but a single pulse, a single beat. Waves of heat and cold collided, crashing together in a rhythm only we understood. It was a dance of fire and ice, a storm of passion that had no name, no boundaries.

I could feel myself slipping, losing track of time, of everything that once held me together. All I knew was that I wanted this moment to last forever. Every inch of my body was alive with him, my heart racing, my skin tingling. And just when I thought I might drown in him, he lifted me, his hands strong and sure as he carried me in his arms.

With one fluid motion, he took us to the base of the waterfall. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks was a distant roar compared to the beat of my heart, echoing between us. He laid me gently on the soft ground, his body hovering over mine, casting a shadow that felt like protection, like a promise. The cool mist from the waterfall kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of Ryan, his body shielding me from everything except for the world we were creating right here, right now.

I could feel the earth beneath me, the wildness of the place surrounding us, but all I wanted was him. All I needed was this.

Ryan pulled his mouth away from mine and I let out a groan of protest

“Don’t worry, mouse.” The words sent a tingle through me. “We're just getting started”

He leaned in and kissed my neck, his warm breath making my skin shudder. He ripped my dress off and I exclaimed. I wasn’t wearing a bra—which was a normal wardrobe to my outfit and as soon as the cool air touched my bare breasts, he followed suit, taking one to fit his hand before squeezing.

My skin hummed, his touch worked a shudder through me. I was burning everywhere.I couldn’t seem to do anything but lie there, my wrists remaining where he’d put them above my head.

I sighed, my fingers curling into fists, when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Pleasure erupted through making me raise my hips to meet his erection. With a scrape of his teeth, he pulled back, leaving the tips of my breasts aching with desire.

He tugged down my things down my thighs and with a half-lidded gaze, I watched him lift my legs to pull my thong off. He tossed them to a side then gripped the under of my thighs and edged them back toward my stomach. A flush crept to my cheeks as I realized how exposed I was. I was all naked and he hadn't even pulled a single cloth. It was as if he heard my thoughts because he started unbuttoning his shirts.

My body tensed with anticipation as I gazed at him. He shed his trousers and boxer briefs, revealing a physique that left me breathless. The sheer visual feast before me was almost too much to handle.

Broad shoulders sloped perfectly into a tapered waist, framing abs that seemed chiseled from marble. And those thighs, strong and powerful, spoke to hours of discipline on the basketball court. My belly fluttered with a fresh wave of desire. I've always thought that basketball players had the most captivating physiques of any athlete and Ryan was a total evidence

For the first time, I stood at the threshold, poised to surrender to a moment that could shatter my world. Fear should have gripped me, but it was the eagerness coursing through my veins that terrified me more.

My calves brushed against the backs of his hands, sending shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I parted my legs further, an instinctive invitation.

A heated glance met my eyes before he dropped one of my thighs, ran two fingers across my clit, and pushed them inside of me. As hot pressure expanded, I arched my back, a moan passing my lips. I gripped the edge of the rock above my head, unable to do anything but rock my hips against his hand to stroke the fire.

Ryan dropped my other leg, gripped my face, and forced my gaze to meet his. “You're so perfect. Perfectly made for me” He murmured the words as his fingers worked through me.

My eyes rolled back, Pleasure occupying my whole body until the feeling was all that existed.

Panting, I lifted my head to watch his hand between my legs, then dropped it back to the couch with a moan when he rubbed my G-spot. I was so close to release—so close I’d do anything to get there.

I was still dealing with when he sucked my already swollen clit into his mouth, and the world came to an halt.

I cried out, my back arching up again. But no matter how hard Iinstinctively tried to pull away, he dragged me back, his mouth and tongue working through me as he continued his bullying against my senses.

“Fuck,you’re so wet.” He groaned, the sound the sweetest thing I've ever heard

He kissed me again, making me taste myself in his mouth.

I dimly heard splashing of water against the rocks below when Ryan placed the tip of his cock against my pussy

He pressed his hand over my mouth, stifling the gasp that escaped as he entered me with a single, deep thrust. The pain shot through me like a searing blade, sharp and raw, a burning heat that made tears sting my eyes. I clutched his forearm, my nails digging into his skin desperate for something to ground me. My body arched instinctively, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but he was too solid, too unyielding. I couldn't move him, couldn't push him away, no matter how hard I tried.

Ryan's body tensed. “If I pull out, will I have blood on my cock?”

I could only nod–his palm already muffled my voice.

It was the perfect moment for tears to slip down my cheek, tracing a path over his hand. He watched the tear’s slow descent, as if it burned him, before pulling his palm away. He braced both hands on the ground beside my head, his breath sharp and ragged. “Fuck,” he growled, his eyes closing as he exhaled.

I winced as a drop of wetness slid down my thigh. Clearly, I just gave my virginity to my stepbrother

He locked eyes with me, his gaze burning with intensity. A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat, and he grasped my hips firmly. With a ragged breath, he slowly sank back into me, filling me completely.

I inhaled sharply, my body adjusting to the gentle invasion. He paused, letting me acclimate to the sensation. Then, with deliberate slowness, he withdrew slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.

His gaze dropped, focusing on our joined bodies. He watched, transfixed, as he slowly reclaimed me, inch by tantalizing inch.

“You're so fucking tight” He growled

It hurts as hell but since I couldn't push him off,I could only cling to him desperately, my nails digging deep into his shoulders. His hips drove forward, establishing a relentless rhythm that left me breathless.

Our bodies crashed together, flesh slapping flesh in. Our harsh gasps and cries filled the air, mingling with the faint chirping of in the background,

I was grateful for this place being private,hence I couldn't bear the humiliation of being overheard.

As he thrust deeper, my hips arched to meet him, seeking relief from the burning sensation. My moans escaped, unchecked and primal.

Ryan captured my mouth in a kiss. “God, you feel good,” he murmured. “Your pussy takes my cock so fucking well, mouse. I could fuck you all day and night and you'd still be all soaked for me right?”

Heat pulsated in my core. “Yes,” I panted. My nails sank deeper into his skin. “Please.”

My orgasm unleashed like a tsunami, originating deep within my core and crashing through every cell of my body. The intensity was staggering, curling my toes and wrenching a primal scream from my throat. My body arched, tensing as Ryan drove faster.

His cock pulsed inside me, triggering another wave of pleasure before he pulled out and finally came.

He collapsed beside me, and we lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. I was still unraveling from the overwhelming rush of my first time.

This moment—this connection—was ours, and I was going to savor every second of it.