by Linda Kage
My arousal grew and breaths turned shallow. I came in from the back to find her wet and ready. We sucked in a surprised breath together.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I moved my attention to her second breast but couldn’t give it the same amount of attention as the first. Not when my fingers were soaked from her. Needing to taste this, I eased down, kissing and breathing in every inch of her along the way.
When she realized where I was headed, her muscles tensed and the fingers in my hair clamped down harder. “Oh, no. You’re not…holy shit, are you really?”
Oh, yes. I was. Really.
I paused my decent to the apex of her thighs so I could grin up at her. She gulped, so I returned my attention to the pale blond curls in front of me.
Reverently, I brushed the backs of my fingers over them, making her shudder. “You really are a true blonde.”
When I glanced back at her face again, she blushed and set a finger against her lips, silently asking me to keep her secret.
With a wink, I leaned in and licked her secret, dipping my tongue across the lips of her sex and opening her to my explorations.
“Holy…fucking…shit.” She bowed up under me, gripping my hair and spreading her legs wider.
Mmm, I think she liked this. I certainly did. Bailey tasted good.
Finding the little nub I sought, I licked to one side of it and then the other, under then over.
Bailey went crazy, gasping out unintelligible words, arching and twisting in an attempt to get my mouth where she wanted it, panting and glistening with sweat. I almost lost my shit I wanted her so bad.
I could already picture her clawing my back and biting my ear when I finally got inside her. It prompted me to rush things along. I had wanted to draw this out and make her really sweat, but reaching my own limit, I thrust two fingers in her and plunged my tongue right where she wanted it.
She gasped. She arched. And then she fell apart, coming hard and fast.
It was nirvana. I couldn’t wait to feel all this wrapped around my cock.
As soon as the last big spasm claimed her and her legs fell limp around either side of my face, I sat up to gaze down at her, eager to catch her expression.
She looked dazed, her plump lips were wet and dewy and her eyes were glossy and unfocused. But when she peered up at me, she still managed a smile. My dick twitched in my pants, growing even more painfully confined. But I didn’t care because I was gazing at the most amazing view on the planet. Bailey Prescott, post-orgasm was a sight to behold.
“My God,” I murmured, overwhelmed. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks glowed pink. Then ducking her face to the side in the first act of bashfulness I’d ever seen her display, she said, “You’re not so bad yourself, Bucket. But you’re making me all freaky self-conscious down here, being totally naked while you’re still completely dressed.”
I chuckled. “I think it’s hot.”
“Well, I think it’s not,” she argued, growing bolder as she turned back fully to me in order to scowl. “Now, take ‘em off and show me the goods already, Hilliard. What exactly have I purchased here?”
“Purchased?” I arched an eyebrow meaningfully, even as I removed my boots.
“Well…” She shrugged, not quite able to make direct eye contact since she was too busy watching me undress. “I do own you now, don’t I?”
Her gaze finally lifted to mine as she sent me a challenging stare.
I grinned. “About as much as I own you, I guess.” And to prove how much control I had over her body, I flicked my finger up her abdomen, toward her breast, making her shudder from the delight.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” she had to admit, her nipples turning hard and eager for more. “I mean, seriously, Beck. I was certain I wasn’t even capable of having a…well, you know. But you…and it happened so fast, like…wow. How the hell did you do that?”
She seemed to be reliving what I’d done to her; she didn’t even notice I’d stripped down to my boxer shorts.
Glad I’d made such a good impression on her, I decided to let her in on my secrets.
“Here,” I murmured, taking her hand and coaxing it to follow my lead where I lowered it to between her legs. She let me until I moved her pointer fingers over a spot that made her jump.
“You feel that right there?” I murmured. “That slick little nub?”
When I moved her finger across it again, her body gave another jolt.
Oh, yeah. She definitely felt it.
“Yeah,” she answered in a high voice, her face filled with a glazed tension as she bit her lip.
I grinned, loving her willingness to let me play. “That’s your clit.” I urged her fingers to circle it. “You don’t touch it directly. Not at first, anyway. You go around it as close to contact as possible, tease it, drive it mad with desire, until it’s cursing you and crazy for direct contact. That’s the key to arousal. You don’t give your body what it wants at the beginning. First, you make it want it, make it need it, make it so desperate for the pleasure you can give it that by the time you finally do touch it where it really makes a difference, it just…”
“Explodes,” Bailey answered for me, her voice breathless and full of that rising need and desperation.
“Exactly.” I kissed her hair and backed my hand away so she was the only one touching herself. Watching her with her hand buried between her legs was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “God, that is so perfect.” I bit my knuckles to keep from reaching out and interfering with her administrations.
My gaze followed the movement of her fingers for a few seconds longer before it rose to her face to find that she was watching my expression.
Her bottom lip was wet and dewy as if she’d been biting it, and her eyes were glossy with a primal awareness. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
She gave a low, husky laugh. “You’re teaching me how to masturbate, aren’t you?”
My eyebrow quirked. “Maybe.” Laying down on my stomach so my face was between her open thighs, I said, “Don’t stop.”
“What’re you—?” She cut herself off with a chocked cry as I entered her with my tongue. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!”
Her fingers worked faster so I thrust deeper. Within seconds, she was gasping and going off again, filling my mouth with a decadent flavor I’d never forget.
“Oh, damn,” she breathed, staring straight up at the ceiling. “Oh, holy God. That was unreal.”
“It’s not over yet, darling.” Crawling off her like a crippled old man—er, more aptly like a horny, twenty-two-year-old guy with a painful erection that needed some serious attention—I peeled off my boxer shorts and grabbed a condom.
I was so beyond ready for this part, I swear the throbbing was pounding through my head now. My mouth was freaking watering as I returned my attention to Bailey, ready to climb on top of her. But when I caught her hesitant expression, I paused.
She nodded immediately, but I could tell she was having some doubts.
Remembering the way she’d described her first encounter, I threaded my fingers through hers and whispered, “Hey,” until she stopped gaping in fear at my cock.
Her eyes lifted and I pressed my forehead to hers. “It’s not your first time anymore, so it’s not going to hurt, okay? Not at all.”
She nodded as if she understood and believed me, but then she gulped. “You’re so much bigger than he was though.”
I couldn’t help it; I grinned. Smugly. “Well, thank you.”
Growling, she smacked my arm. “That wasn’t a compliment.”
With a chuckle, I nodded. “Oh, yes it was.” Kissing her temple, I said, “Want to know what my favorite part of sex is?”
She shifted her face so she could brush her cheek along mine. “What?”
“That first moment I push inside.” I positioned myself above her, aligning myself right at her opening. “When it’s the tightest and most unprepared. The init
ial shock of sensation, your body receiving mine, the two of us joining. There’s nothing else like it.”
She shuddered out a breath and tightened her grip on my hand. “Show me.”
I plunged forward, stretching muscles and igniting nerve endings, sending sparks of pleasure along my dick and down into my balls. The friction of male into female was overpowering. Gasping together, Bailey and I clutched and kissed, our tongues copying the wet thrust of our bodies. She curled up her legs along my sides, allowing me to go deeper. Faster. Harder. Then she sank her fingernails into my back with one hand and clutched my ass with the other, holding me inside her.
I choked out a breath when the first wave hit, spiraling up my cock and bursting out of control. Afraid to come without her, I reached between us, but I barely touched her clit before she erupted as well.
We held each other through the rapids until the orgasmic sea calmed and only the occasional lap of a lowering tide swept over us.
My forehead collapsed onto her shoulder and my body went from all to nothing, zapped completely.
Under me, Bailey gulped loudly. “My pussy,” she uttered in a dazed voice. “My poor, poor pussy. I think you killed it.”
Rolling off her, I landed on my back with a refreshed sigh and sent the Christmas lights above me a satisfied grin. “Then my work here is done.”
Chapter 34
BECKETT
“Okay, that was unreal. I mean, that was really just completely and totally unreal. It didn’t happen. It couldn’t have. Because holy shit. I just came, like, three times. Three. In a row. I’ve never come before in my life, and you just stroll in and…three times? No. Just…no. I have to be dreaming.” Bailey rolled her face my way. “Tell me I’m dreaming.”
I grinned. “You’re not dreaming.”
Once we’d recovered from everything, she’d started talking and she couldn’t seem to stop. Apparently, I’d blown her mind, which was pretty much, yeah, awesome. Until her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“You’ve done this before,” she accused. “I mean, a lot. You had to have done this a lot to be this good. I know the first time I met you, you hooked up with Melody, sure, but with everything that happened after that, I’d kind of assumed you weren’t a big, man-whore player, except holy shit, how can you be this good without practicing it hundreds and hundreds of times.”
She looked so worried and insecure, I immediately sat up and lifted my hands to calm her. “Whoa, hey, calm down. I haven’t…” Well, I wasn’t sure how many times I’d done it. I did know with how many women I’d been with, though. “Five,” I said, spitting out the number and admitting all, even though I’d always heard you were never supposed to share you past with your current woman. “There have been five total, four before you. My high school girlfriend, a summer fling before college, then Jana, Melody,” I made a face at her name, still tasting all kind of vile whenever I thought of her. “And then you. That’s it.”
Thank God, my word-vomit of a confession seemed to calm her. Her face relaxed and body released all its worried tension. But then she started blinking as if confused. “But you’re so good. And you made me…” She shook her head, not understanding.
“Well,” I said slowly, thinking it through logically. “You’re definitely the best I ever had, and you don’t have tons of experience.”
That eased her mind for a second until she started again, unable to stop worrying completely. “But I was just following your lead.” Her big gray eyes gazed at me, revealing all her insecurities. “You’re the one who did all the mumbo-jumbo awesome shit with your tongue and that big boy handing down there.”
I sighed and gave up another secret. “Okay, fine. Jana used to send me all kinds of self-help sex videos to watch.” When Bailey blinked at me as if she totally didn’t believe me, I turned a little defensive. “I mean, not because I was awful at it. That was just her thing. She liked investigating new tips and ideas.” The last of my explanation came slower and slower the more I worried about upsetting her by talking about my relationship with another woman.
But all she said after ten second of gaping at me was, “You’re really serious, aren’t you?”
Relieved she wasn’t jealous, I grinned. “What? You thought you were the only person who’s ever seen other people have sex?”
Her mouth fell open, and she snorted out an amused sound.
I shrugged, growing more entertained by the second, even though it’d always kind of irked me when Jana had sent me a new video, like she really had been trying to tell me I sucked. “Honestly, the most helpful one I watched was actually some guy just fingering some fruit as he explained the best places to touch.”
Bailey threw back her head and laughed. “Oh my God, I have to see that one.” Grasping my arm, she ran her hand up it as she smiled at me. “Remind me to thank Jana for sending you all those.”
My heart thumped hard and heavy in my chest and emotion overwhelmed me. I wanted to thank Jana for more than just that. She’d always made me feel as if I wasn’t worthy enough, as if no matter what I did for her I needed to try harder. She had never appreciated me for just being me. She’d never made me feel like a Casanova. She’d never made me want to just grab her face and kiss the fuck out of her. Not the way Bailey did.
The lack of what Jana had done for me made everything that Bailey did do feel all that much bigger and more powerful. It was like starving a man before serving him his favorite meal, so he could truly appreciate the different between heaven and hell.
Bailey was my heaven: spunky and bold and even argumentative enough to keep me challenged and on my toes, but sweet and soft and perfect when I needed an emotional pillow to lay my head on.
I honestly wasn’t sure if I had ever loved anything as much as I loved her in that moment.
Her lips parted as she read my feelings. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shook my head. “Like what?”
“Like…I don’t know.” She bit her lip. “Like you love me. Like I amaze you.”
“Because I do love you,” I said. “And you do amaze me.”
I cupped her face in my hands as tears glittered in her eyes. “Oh, wow,” she rasped. “This is…it’s just so surreal. Are you sure it’s really happening?”
“If it’s a dream, then it’s my dream too.”
She pressed her lips together before whispering, “Thank you.”
My eyebrows crinkled with confusion. “For what?”
Sniffing, she shook her head as if she didn’t want to talk about it. But then she said, “For showing me what love could be like.” Her fingers rested against my chest, right over my heart. “What sex could be like.” She gave a wonderful, watery laugh. “I mean, I’ve listened to Paige and Tess talk about it with their guys, and I just, I don’t know, I assumed they were exaggerating because they were just in love and wanted to play their boyfriends off as superhuman lovers. When Tess said Jonah had given her two orgasms in one round of sex, and Paige claimed Xander had given her three, I thought they were full of it, but—hey! What’re you doing?”
After her pushing her back down on the blanket and crawling over her, she gaped up at me as if I’d lost my mind.
“What?” I asked, blinking down at her as if confused by her confusion. “You just said the record was three orgasms in one round. I’ve given you three, and our round’s technically not over yet, so, challenge accepted. We’re breaking the damn record.”
“Oh my God,” she groaned in annoyed disbelief, even as her eyes glittered with glee. “You don’t seriously think you can—oh! Oh my God!” This time, the phrase was gasped in pleasure. “Okay, maybe you can,” she finished in a high, strained voice while I licked my way up the inside of her thigh. “Jesus, Beck.” Her fingers burrow in my hair, encouraging me on. “You win. You already win.”
Yeah, well, now I wanted to win bigger. I teased her pussy, making her groan and arch toward my face. We were both still fully naked and stretched out on the bl
anket in the hay, her on her back and me on my stomach as I lay between her legs. Just when I decided to give her clit some direct attention, something scurried across my bare ass.
At first, I thought it was her fingernails, teasing and tickling. But then it struck me, where I was laying, there was no way her arms were long enough to reach down that far.
Jerking my face up, I mumbled, “What the hell?” and glanced over my shoulder in time to see a grey ball of fur with a long pink tail dash cross the loft floor toward another pile of hay.
“Holy shit!” Beyond freaked, I sprang upright, forgetting about my O-challenge and making Bailey spring upright, demanding, “What? What?”
When she caught sight of the fur ball, she yelped and covered her breasts. “Ohmigod, was that a rat? That looked like a rat.”
A shudder of revulsion consumed me. Immediately denying it, I shook my head. “No. No, maybe it was a kitten. There are a couple gray kittens around.”
Yeah, I could handle a kitten running across my naked butt.
Bailey looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “That was a freaking rat.”
I freaked and gave another tremor of eww, before grabbing my boxer shorts. “Okay, that’s just wrong. It ran across my fucking bare ass.”
Bailey watched me yank on my clothes a second longer before she burst out laughing, not in a hurry at all to dress herself.
I scowled. “Creepy little pervert.”
She only howled harder, grabbing her stomach and rolling across the blanket until Creepy Pervert’s little friend sprang up from a piece of hay beside her and scampered across the blanket right next to her, chasing after Creepy Pervert Number One.
Suddenly, she was screaming and as freaked out as I was, grabbing her panties and yanking them on.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I taunted, pulling on my jeans and zipping them up.
“I feel so violated.” She hiked up her pants and gave a full body shiver. “I bet the little voyeurs watched us the whole time too, the sickos.”