“Oakley.”

I’m so close. So fucking…

I bite my lip so hard it hurts as my orgasm spirals through me, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. Gripping his hair, I come apart with tiny fervid whimpers I can’t hold back.

“Please,” I plead as he proceeds to lap at the remnants of my climax.

I swear I might actually die from impatience if he makes me wait another second for his dick.

The sound of his zipper lowering is almost obscenely loud in the small tent.

I should be nervous about what’s about to happen…but I’m not.

My mouth waters when he wraps his fist around his length. I can’t recall ever being so attracted to a guy’s cock before. Then again, Oakley has a spectacular one.

Long, thick, and veiny with a wide, shiny pink head complete with a silver barbell.

If I wasn’t the jealous type, I’d suggest a sex toy company make moldings of what he’s packing because they’d sell like hotcakes.

But Oakley and his perfect dick are mine. All mine.

Kneeling in front of me, he lines himself up with my entrance.

My toes curl when he circles my sensitive clit with his barbell, teasing me into oblivion all over again.

“You love it when I tease your little pussy, don’t you?”

My pulse quickens. “You know I do.”

His lips curve as he drags the head of his cock through my slickness…but then he pauses.

“Are you sure?”

I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.

“Positive.” I spread my thighs wider. “I’m ready.”

So fucking ready.

But Oakley’s not apparently.

“Wh—” My mouth drops open when I see him remove his piercing. “Why are you doing that?”

“It’s gonna hurt when I pop your cherry.” Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he peels it off. “Figured the least I can do is not add to the pain.”

I can feel myself pouting. “But I like your piercing.”

Smirking, he settles himself between my thighs. “I’ll put it back in after.” Gently, he runs his knuckle across my cheekbone, his face going serious. “You need to tell me if it hurts too much.”

“I can take it,” I assure him.

The tip of his dick nudges my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”

“You don’t have to—” I start to tell him, but the words get trapped in my throat when he starts to enter me, inch by aching inch.

I force myself to breathe through the pain as I stretch around him.

“Are you okay?” he says when he’s about halfway.

I’m not, but I give him a nod anyway. “Keep going.”

He stops moving. “I’m hurting you.”

“It’s fine.” I bury my face against the crook of his neck. “I want it to hurt.”

His brows furrow. “Why?”

Brushing the hair out of his eyes, I give him the truth. “Because the most beautiful things do.”

A furrow grows between his brows as he studies me…as if I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Oakley,” I urge when I can’t take the torture anymore.

With a deep grunt, he pushes forward, working to fit his thick cock inside me.

There’s a sharp stabbing pain once he’s filled me to the hilt, causing my entire body to tense up.

I take a few deep breaths, forcing myself to relax.

A moment later, the pain subsides and I feel different…fuller somehow.

Whole.

I peer up at him, watching an array of emotions cascade across his chiseled face.

Deep inside my chest, my heart thumps heavy against my ribcage, as if beating solely for him now. “You’re inside me.”

His blue eyes darken as he leans his forehead against mine. I press my palm to his chest where I feel his own heart racing a mile a minute.

A shudder runs through him as he stares down at me. “I know.”

I run my hand along his back, trying to gather the courage to tell him because I need him to know how special this moment is to me.

How special he is to me.

“It was never meant for anyone else, Oakley. Just you.”

Only ever him.

Another shudder rolls through him as he burrows his face against the curve of my neck. “Bianca.”

He whispers my name like a prayer and an oath.

A promise that he’ll never hurt me.

Never leave me.

Slowly, he begins thrusting, going a bit deeper each time.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he starts to move in a rhythm that feels so good I gasp.

I’ve heard girls say that sex always sucks the first time, but either I’m one of the lucky ones—or Oakley is just that incredible in bed—because it’s the complete opposite of suck.

My hips rise to meet his, craving more of the addicting friction he’s creating between us.

He makes a low almost growling sound in his throat. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck me back.”

My entire body responds, throbbing with need as I slide my hands to his delectable ass which flexes with every thrust.

“Christ.” The corners of his mouth curl as heat enters his eyes. “I knew your pussy would feel good…but not this fucking good.”

I start to respond, but he goes deeper, hitting a spot that sends everything reeling. “Holy shit.” I claw at his back. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

My breath gets trapped in my lungs as he picks up his pace, fucking me so good I finally understand what it means when people say they see stars.

Because right now? I see the whole entire universe and he’s at the very center of it.

Reaching between us, he strums my clit and the slow, sweet ache he’s triggering within me rises.

My nails dig deeper into his skin as a sharp hiss leaves my lips. “God, I’m so close.”

I can feel my orgasm building as each stroke of his cock hits me exactly where I need it.

I clench around him as the band of tension snaps. His name is a strangled cry on my lips as my orgasm barrels into me with the force of a freight train.

Oakley trembles as I ride out the last wave of my climax. “Fuck yeah. Milk my dick.”

Shifting, he grips the back of my neck, his face straining with pleasure. A tortured sound escapes him and he slides his hand down my back, drawing me closer as he comes with a deep groan.

I’m breathless, my mind spinning a hundred different directions as I curl up beside him and lay my head on his chest.

And then I hear it.

The soft pitter-patter against the tent.

“Oakley…it’s raining.”

A smile starts to spread across his delectable mouth...but then he sprints up like he’s been singed. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to cover the bike.”

Before I can stop him, he’s running out of the tent. Naked.

A laugh bubbles out of me as I zero in on the way the moonlight illuminates his sweet bare ass while he races across the beach…and then I’m chasing after him.

Because where he goes, I will always follow.

Sunlight peeks in through the fabric of the tent, rousing me awake. Everything is slightly hazy when I open my eyes.