Fucking Without a Condom

POV Eden

"I'm fine," I say, cutting him off before his doubts can take root. I close the slight distance between us, stepping firmly into his space to silence his worries. I reach up, cupping his jaw, and pull him down into a deep, hungry kiss. "I've only had one beer. I’m completely clear-headed. I’m in here because I want to be."

My words shatter whatever restraint he is holding onto. Bringing his large hands to my waist, he grips my hips hard. His palms are hot, sliding up my sides, slipping swiftly beneath the hem of my crop top. His thumbs brush the sensitive underside of my breasts, sending a sharp spike of heat straight to my core. Without breaking the kiss, he grips the fabric, pulling my top over my head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. The frenzy begins.

He brings his lips crashing back to mine. One hand splays wide against my bare back, his fingers tangling and playing with the ends of my hair. "Fuck," he growls, breaking the kiss just enough to catch his breath.

"I wanted you as soon as I saw you at the game," he mutters harshly against my swollen mouth. His hands are frantic. He reaches up, his fingers deftly finding the front clasp of my bra. It snaps open, and he pushes the fabric aside, immediately cupping my bare, exposed breast in his large hand while his other arm braces my upper back. His thumb drags across my hardening nipple, pulling a soft gasp from my lips.

"You did?" I ask, my voice breathless. I reach down for the hem of his t-shirt, grabbing fistfuls of the cotton and dragging it up and over his head. The sight of his bare, muscular chest in the dim bedroom light makes my pulse race.

His mouth crashes back onto mine. Both of his heavy hands drop down to cup my ass through my denim jeans. With a sudden, effortless surge of strength, he lifts me off the floor. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He carries me across the dark room, his mouth devouring mine, until my back hits the soft mattress. He lowers me down, immediately crawling over my body, trapping me beneath his solid weight.

"Fuck, yeah," he mutters, his voice thick with raw lust. He trails his mouth down my neck, stopping at my right breast. He traces the curve with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive skin. He flicks his wet tongue against my beaded nipple a few times, drawing out the anticipation, before finally pulling it deep into his hot mouth. He sucks hard, pulling a deep, involuntary moan from my throat as I writhe beneath him, my fingers gripping the bedsheets.

His hand moves between us, his fingers quickly undoing the metal button of my jeans. I lift my hips off the mattress, helping him slide the heavy denim down my legs, taking my thong with them. The cool air hits my bare skin for only a second before he replaces it with the heat of his touch. Once I am entirely naked beneath him, I reach for the waistband of his jeans. I unbutton the denim and slip my hand inside. I find bare, hot skin—he isn't wearing any underwear. My fingers wrap firmly around his hard, thick cock, giving it a firm squeeze.

Declan groans into my skin, the sound vibrating against my breast. He pulls back, standing up beside the bed just long enough to shove his jeans down his muscular legs and kick them aside. He stands over me, gripping his hard cock in his hand, stroking the length of it as his dark eyes drag over my naked body.

"Do you want me, baby?" he asks, his voice dropping an octave.

He crawls back over me, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses up my stomach. His hand slides down, his fingers slipping smoothly between my spread thighs. He finds my pussy soaking wet, slick with my own arousal.

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me."

He slips a thick finger inside my tight opening. I gasp, arching my back. He leans his weight over me, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, before adding a second finger alongside the first. He thrusts his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, setting a relentless, driving pace. He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth back down my chest and stomach, settling his face directly between my spread thighs. He looks up at me through his dark lashes and licks his lips.

"Oh my, Dec—" I cry out as his tongue makes first contact with my soaking pussy.

He growls low in his throat. He lowers his head and begins licking me with a ravenous, desperate hunger. He devours me. He thrusts his wet fingers deep inside my pussy while wrapping his warm lips firmly around my sensitive clit, sucking and flicking his tongue with a rhythm that short-circuits my brain.

My hands find the back of his head. Doing exactly what I imagined back at the football game, I thread my trembling fingers through his soft, dark hair, tugging hard as I writhe against his face. The tension coils tight in my lower belly. I am so close.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice muffled against my wetness, reading my mind. "Come on my face."

With just a few more rapid thrusts of his thick fingers and relentless flicks of his tongue over my swollen clit, the edge finally breaks.

"Oh shit!" I scream. A shattering climax rips through my body. My hips buck wildly against his mouth, my thighs clamping down around his head. He doesn't release my clit or pull his fingers from my tight pussy. He keeps sucking, riding out my orgasm until my body finally stops shuddering from the intense waves of pleasure. Pulling his hand from inside me, he brings his slick fingers to his mouth. He licks my wet juices off his skin, letting out a deep moan at my taste.

"I’m going to fuck your little pussy now, baby," he growls.

He crawls up my body, his skin burning hot against mine. He shifts his weight, lining the thick, blunt head of his cock directly against my wet opening. Reaching down, he catches both of my hands, pulling my arms up over my head and pinning them to the mattress. He links his strong fingers tightly with mine.

Staring intensely down into my eyes, watching my reaction, he pushes his hips forward. He enters me, sinking his hard cock deeper and deeper into my pussy until he is fully seated inside. The stretch is overwhelming. I gasp, my eyes widening. He is huge. He stops moving, giving my tight body a few necessary moments to adjust to his impressive size. He leans down and kisses me soft and deep, his tongue sweeping my mouth, coaxing my tense muscles to relax around his thick girth.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groans into my mouth, his chest heaving. "So. Fucking. Tight."

He pulls his cock almost all the way out, the friction dragging a moan from my lips, before he slowly, deliberately eases all the way back in. The deep stretch sends a fresh spike of pleasure through my core. Needing more, craving the heavy friction, I buck my hips up to meet him. I let him know exactly what I want, and Declan does not disappoint.

He pounds into my wet pussy with relentless, desperate energy. Every single hard thrust is perfectly matched to my own rhythm. Our bodies slap together, skin on skin, the loud, wet sounds of our sex echoing in the small bedroom. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into the backs of his hands. Another sharp, building orgasm approaches rapidly, tightening my stomach.

"Roll over onto your stomach. Ass in the air," he demands, abruptly pulling his thick cock out of me.

I scramble to do exactly as he says, desperate to have him back inside. I flip over, pressing my chest to the sheets and hiking my hips up. Declan moves behind me. His large hands grip my hips tight, holding me in place, and he sinks his hard cock deep back into my dripping pussy. The new angle changes everything. He feels even deeper than before, the thick head of his cock dragging heavily against my G-spot with every single downward thrust.

He pounds into me from behind, driving the intense friction deeper. With just a handful of brutal, heavy thrusts, a second, impossibly fierce orgasm barrels through my body. It hits me so hard and so fast that my vision spots with white. I scream out Declan’s name, my fingers clenching the wrinkled bedsheets tightly as my tight pussy aggressively spasms around his cock.

"Come all over my cock, baby."

He leans down over my back, pressing a hot kiss to my shoulder before he bites down hard, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin. His thick cock swells noticeably inside my tight walls as his own heavy climax nears. His thrusts come harder, faster, more erratic.

"Fuck, Eden," he growls loudly, his voice raw and strained.

He drives his hips forward one final, punishing time and empties himself deep inside my pussy. A heavy, explosive release tears through him. He continues to thrust shallowly, milking my tight spasms, until he is completely spent, his heavy chest collapsing against my sweaty back.

He slowly pulls his softening cock out of my slick body. He sits back on his heels and looks down at the mess between us. The shift in the room's atmosphere is instantaneous.

"Fuck," he growls.

The post-coital bliss is abruptly, violently shattered. Sheer panic washes over his handsome face, wiping away the dark flush of lust.

"Shit, Eden! I forgot to use a condom," he groans.

He yanks his hands up, running his long fingers through his messy dark hair in obvious, deep distress. He grips the strands tight, pulling at the roots. The sheer panic etched into his sharp features matches the icy fear that spikes instantly in my own veins at his heavy confession. My heart drops into my stomach. I am not worried about pregnancy—I take my birth control religiously—but the sudden, terrifying thought of diseases flashes through my mind. What if he has something?

"We can go down to the drug store right now," he says, his words rushing out in a frantic, breathless panic. "We can get the morning-after pill, or whatever they're called, if we need to. Shit, I’m so fucking sorry." He drags his hands over his face, scrubbing at his jaw, looking genuinely sick with guilt. He clutches his hair again, doing exactly what I had been doing to him minutes prior, only this time it is out of pure, unadulterated panic instead of blinding pleasure.

I need to speak up. I quickly push myself up into a sitting position, wrapping the edge of the sheet around my bare chest to ease his freaked-out expression.

"I’m on the pill," I rush out, breathless. "And I’m clean, I swear."

Declan freezes. He stares at me for a long second as the words register in his panicked brain.

"Oh, thank fuck!" he breathes out.

His whole muscular body visibly sags. The profound, bone-deep relief is obvious in the way his rigid shoulders drop and the tension drains from his face. "I’m so fucking sorry that I forgot."

He reaches out, crawling up next to me on the messy mattress. He lays back onto the pillows and firmly pulls me down with him, tucking me flush against his bare, warm chest. I rest my cheek over his pounding heart.

"I’m clean too, by the way," he swears vehemently, his arms wrapping tight around my bare shoulders. "And this lapse in judgment... that has literally never happened to me before. I swear on my life."

"It’s okay," I mutter softly, snuggling closer against the hard planes of his chest, absorbing his solid warmth. "I believe you."

A comfortable, intimate silence stretches beautifully between us. For a few quiet minutes, he gently trails his long fingers through my messy hair, massaging my scalp. The frantic energy of our sex slowly bleeds away, replaced by a deep, grounded connection. He shifts his weight, leaning over me, and gently cups my face in his large hands.

Declan kisses my forehead tenderly, then moves down to kiss my lips. He rubs his nose affectionately against mine once he breaks the soft kiss, his dark blue eyes remaining locked on mine.

"I’m sorry I ruined the moment by freaking out," he whispers in a hushed tone. "But that was incredible. It’s never..." He hesitates, his brow furrowing slightly as if he’s struggling to find the exact words for what he wants to say. "It’s never been like that before."

I give him a questioning look. He sighs, his thumb stroking my cheekline as he elaborates.

"I’ve never been so out of my mind over a girl that I forget to use protection. But more than that, it’s never felt like that before. I’m not explaining this right..." He mutters, clearly frustrated with his own lack of articulation. He lays back down, pulling my body tightly back against his chest, tucking my head securely under his chin.

"I know what you’re trying to say," I murmur. I run my short nails lightly over his defined pectoral muscles, tracing the lines of his chest. I completely understand his confession. "It’s never been like that for me either." I admit softly, staring at the steady rise and fall of his chest. "Never so out of my mind with need for someone that I can think of nothing else... never felt as though someone was so in sync with my body, knowing exactly what I need without me having to say a single word."

We lie together in each other's arms. The intimate silence wraps around us, beautiful and heavy, a stark contrast to the thumping bass vibrating through the floorboards from the party downstairs.

"Can I see you again?" his voice breaks the quiet, a low rumble against my ear. He trails his rough fingertips slowly up and down my bare arm, raising goosebumps on my skin. "I mean, I’d really like to see you again."

"I’d like that," I reply, smiling into his skin. I slip my hand up the strong column of his throat, curling my fingers around the back of his neck, and pull his mouth down for another slow, bruising kiss. My heart flutters wildly in my chest.

Before we can get lost in each other's mouths again, something heavy slams violently into the wooden bedroom door from the hallway. We both jump, startled, breaking apart as loud, drunken laughter echoes right outside the room.

The quiet intimacy is broken. Declan sighs, getting up from the bed. He grabs his jeans off the floor, slipping them quickly up his muscular legs and pulling them over his narrow hips. He walks over to the door to check on the noise.

Sitting up, I glance at my watch resting on the bedside table. My eyes go wide. It is nearly midnight.

"Oh, shit," I mutter.

I slide off the mattress, frantically searching the shadowed floor for my scattered clothes. I find my underwear and yank them on, followed quickly by my bra, my crop top, and my jeans.

Declan shuts the door, turning back to face me. "You’re leaving?" he asks, a distinct, sad note clinging to his raspy voice.

"Yeah, I need to get back before my mom has a complete coronary," I explain frantically, picking up my socks and shoes from the floor and sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. "I left hours ago, and being in a new town and all... I’m surprised she hasn’t blown up my phone yet."

Declan finds his discarded shirt and pulls it over his messy hair. He watches me struggle to finger-comb my wildly tangled, sex-mussed hair. Giving up the battle, I pull a rubber band from my wrist and twist the thick strands up into a messy bun at the crown of my head.

We step out of the bedroom and navigate the crowded, rowdy house side-by-side. The party is still raging, thick with the smell of cheap beer and sweat. Down the hallway, Declan grabs my hand, pulling me into a shadowed, empty alcove. He presses me back against the wall, stealing a scorching, breathless kiss right there in the dark. My knees go weak, but I push him away with a soft laugh.

When we finally reach the bottom of the stairs, I turn to face him. I lift up onto my toes and press a quick goodbye kiss to his mouth.

"I can walk you home," he offers persistently, his hand resting on my waist.

"It’s okay, I don't live far," I reply, politely declining. I gesture toward the living room where his teammates are loudly chanting. "Stay. Hang out with your friends. I’ve monopolized enough of your time, taking you away from celebrating your massive win tonight. Congrats, by the way."

"You didn’t monopolize anything. I wanted to be with you," he insists, his voice low and serious over the loud music.

A stumbling, drunk couple slips past us in the narrow entryway, knocking their shoulders roughly into my back. The impact shoves me forward, right into Declan’s solid chest, pushing him back against the wall. He takes immediate advantage of the close proximity. He lowers his face, claiming my mouth in another searing, wet kiss that communicates exactly how much he wishes I wasn't leaving.

Pulling away for air, he leans his forehead heavily against mine. "Will you take my number and text me when you get home? That way I’ll know that you made it safely?" he asks, his dark blue eyes entirely sincere.

Another group shoves past us toward the kitchen. Declan grabs my hand protectively, weaving us through the sweaty crowd and pushing open the heavy front door. We step out together into the cool, quiet night air, leaving the deafening noise of the party behind us.

I pull my phone from my back pocket and quickly create a new contact. "What's your number?"

He rattles off the digits. I type them in, save his contact, and immediately shoot him a quick text so he has my number too. His phone buzzes in his pocket.

Declan steps into my space, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. He pulls me in for one last, absolute mind-blowing kiss. It is slow, deep, and bruising, making my toes curl in my sneakers and making me seriously question if I really need to go home.

He finally breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me. He doesn't let go of my waist. A slow, devastating smirk spreads across his handsome face. "To remember me by," he whispers against my swollen lips.

I let out a breathless laugh, my chest fluttering. I step up on my toes, pressing one final, quick peck to his mouth before stepping back, out of his hold.

"I won't have any trouble remembering you," I promise him, smiling up at his tall frame. I take a step backward onto the sidewalk. "Bye, Declan."

"Bye, Eden," he says softly. He stands there on the porch, his eyes tracking my every movement, licking his bottom lip as I take a few more steps away from the house and start walking down the dark block.

Once I am far enough down the street, out of his line of sight, I hear the heavy front door finally shut behind me.

I walk under the glowing streetlights, completely unable to wipe the massive, giddy smile off my face. The cool night breeze hits my flushed skin, but the heat of his touches still burns all over my body. With a boy like Declan potentially at my side, my new life in Ridgewood is definitely looking drastically more appealing than it was this afternoon.