by Sophie Oak
He hissed, his body going hard behind her. “I want you, Nell. I’m going to take you.”
She found herself flat on her back. One minute she was in front of him, and the next he had flipped himself over and covered her. His weight pressed her down into the bed. Heat from his body poured into hers. She loved the way his chest brushed hers and how they fit together. She felt drugged as he kissed her. His lips caressed hers and then went lower, nuzzling her neck.
“No one’s ever sucked your nipples.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself than her. As though memorizing an inventory of everything he was taking.
His tongue came out, curling around her nipple. She shivered and then let her hands find his hair as his lips covered her nipple, sucking it in. He played with her, laving and sucking and then biting down with a sweet sharpness. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
“No one’s loved your belly.” He moved down, his tongue delving into her belly button. He was running his tongue over her, his hands moving her to suit his needs. She didn’t have to do anything, just let him adore her.
“And no man’s ever gotten a taste of this sugar.” His mouth was right over her pussy. Her heart rate tripled. She could feel his heat as his lips hovered. “Tell me no one’s ever put his mouth on this pussy and eaten you until you screamed.”
Her voice came out in a low huff. “No. No one’s ever done that.”
And suddenly she really, really wanted someone to do that. Oh, yes. His breath played over her flesh. She could feel herself swelling in anticipation.
“You’re going to remain very still, Nell. I want you to reach above your head and grasp the slats on the headboard. You’re going to hold on to them, and they will help you to not move while I play with you. You’re mine right now, Nell. You’re going to obey me.”
She should be protesting him, but, no, her hands didn’t seem at all interested in protesting what was an obvious male grab for power. Nope. Her arms just drifted up, and her suddenly submissive fingers found the headboard and curled around it. Obedience wasn’t necessarily a bad word, she decided. She obeyed things like traffic laws and karmic laws and the rules of recycling. She was just obeying the rules of sex, and Henry seemed to be an expert. Yes, she could justify it that way.
And then she wasn’t thinking at all as Henry’s tongue came out, and he licked a long line along her pussy.
Nell gasped, her hips shifting.
Henry’s head came up, his handsome face frowning. “Be still, Nell. I’ll stop and spank you if you can’t obey.”
She didn’t want him to stop. Maybe this whole sex thing didn’t have to be a pure partnership. Or maybe she should rethink her idea of a partnership. It didn’t always have to be fifty-fifty every minute of the day. Maybe it could be a sweet symphony where each partner did what they did best in order to please the other. What did Henry need? He needed to be in control here. He was telling her exactly what he needed and not prevaricating about it. It was really a great thing when she thought about it.
“I’ll be still. But it’s hard because it feels so nice, Henry. You’re very good at that.”
He stared for a minute, his jaw dropping slightly. “Thank you. I’ve never actually been told that. Not in a verbal fashion.”
He needed praise. “You are very, very good, Henry. I love the way it feels. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
A slow smile crossed his face. “Oh, I can be even better, love, but I appreciate the praise. You taste so good. Nell, you taste incredible. Pure and…fair. You taste fair and right.”
She couldn’t help but giggle a little. He was trying. It was actually really sweet of him. “I’m so glad, Henry. Please won’t you kiss me again? I promise I’ll be still. I’ll try to.”
His face, so hard before, softened. “I can handle your enthusiasm. We’ll work on it, baby, but for now, I just want to eat you up.”
His head lowered again, and he made good on his promise. His tongue licked and loved and his lips sucked. His tongue was everywhere, spreading affection. Nell had to concentrate, forcing her legs to stay still. It felt perfect. He ate her like a dessert and for the first time in her life, she felt adored.
Over and over he ran his tongue along her flesh, and his hands left her thighs as though he knew she would stay still. She looked down her body, Henry’s dark head at her core. He looked up, tilting his head slightly. His eyes met hers and he sucked one petal of her labia into his mouth.
She felt the connection flow between them. This was why she’d waited all this time. She’d waited for a man she had a real connection to. He’d annoyed her and tempted her, but she’d felt the connection the minute she’d seen him. The minute she’d touched him, she’d felt an electricity between them. She might never feel this again.
“Tell me how this feels, love.” He teased a finger against her pussy.
“So good.” She whimpered. It was so hard to stay still, but she’d promised.
“Do you want more?”
She needed more. She needed so much more than that finger. It dipped in and out of her pussy, teasing inside. “Yes.”
“I can give you so much more, Nell.” The words were warm on her skin. “But you have to give me something first. I want your orgasm. I want to hear you come.”
His finger dove deep, and he settled his mouth over her again. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, and Nell nearly screamed. Pleasure raced across her skin, heat filling her.
She was bigger than she’d been the moment before. She cried out, calling his name. She was less alone, happier.
Every cell in her body came alive, and she knew she’d found something important.
She settled down. Henry’s head came up. “Please make love to me. Please, Henry.”
She was ready.
Chapter Five
Please make love to me. Please, Henry.
The words rang in his head. Bishop didn’t make love. Bishop fucked. He picked his partners for their willingness to fuck and often preferred to pay for the privilege. He’d fucked prostitutes and sometimes he’d fucked for information. Not a single one of those women had looked up at him with clear brown eyes and politely asked him to make love to her.
Not one of them had praised him for the simple belief that they thought he should be praised for his skills. Nell Finn wasn’t trying to manipulate him. She wasn’t trying to maneuver him into a position where she had the power. She was just being her sweet self.
And she wanted him to make love to her, to take her virginity, to be her first man.
John Bishop didn’t make love, but maybe Henry Flanders did.
“I’ll take care of you, Nell.” He was really shocked to discover he meant every word. He would take care of this woman for as long as he could. She was foreign to him, utterly alien, but so beautiful, and her beauty came from inside. He’d known many more gorgeous women than Nell Finn, but none had challenged him the way she did. Oh, a couple had tried to kill him, but not a single one had made him think the way she did. Her ideas were naïve, but she believed them and maybe, just maybe, she was right. Maybe it took a woman like Nell to change the world, even in the smallest way.
Bishop had spent most of his life fighting in a bloody war to keep the status quo.
Her lips curved up, her hands finding his hair. “I know, Henry.”
“Nell, I…” He felt a need to reiterate the truth to her. He didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to set false expectations. He wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in his life, but he couldn’t steal this from her.
Her dark eyes softened, her fingers smoothing his hair back. “I know, Henry.”
She knew he would leave. She knew he would walk away from her, and she was still offering herself up. She was telling him it was okay to leave her, that she would only take what he had to offer.
What the hell did he have to offer her?
Why did it not matter? Because he was going to be a selfish bastard an
d take her anyway. He was going to take her because she was his payment for everything he’d done. She was his prize. This tiny time with her would carry him through all the rest of the crap he had to do. He would know that what he was really protecting was Nell Finn. They would be a million miles from each other, but he would be protecting her.
He dragged his body up, the taste of her still on his tongue. She’d tasted so good. He normally never ate pussy. His exchanges weren’t so intimate, but he wanted Nell to experience everything. He had an overwhelming desire to be her first—her first real dirty kiss, her first intimacy, her first oral, her first sex of every kind. He was craving her. He had days to teach her everything.
But this first time, he was going to teach her just how good it could be.
He let his body cover hers. She was small underneath him. He loved how silky smooth her skin was, how she contrasted to him. He suddenly had a deep desire to be the man she needed, a man she would admire.
He wanted to spread her and take her, his cock dominating. He’d never wanted to dominate a woman the way he wanted power over this one, but it wouldn’t serve her. He kissed her long and slow, the argument playing out in his head. His cock and his brain were in a little war. His cock wanted to fuck her until she screamed, but his head wanted to serve her properly, to bind her to him in a way he’d never been bound before.
He kissed her nose, his brain firmly in control. He wasn’t going to be selfish, not tonight. There would be plenty of time to play his games later, but he was going to give her tenderness tonight. She was warm and wet and willing, but he wanted this to last.
“Tell me you want me.” He breathed the words against her cheek, adoring the way her arms had wound around him. He was surrounded by Nell, her skin touching his, the smell and taste of her filling his senses. He needed to hear the words. He couldn’t take this from her. She had to give it.
“I want you, Henry.” She smiled up at him. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to do great. I just know it. Has it been a while for you?”
He felt a grin cross his face. She surprised him at every turn. “It’s been a while, but I think I can handle it.”
He could handle her. She was so fucking sweet, but it was obvious she needed someone to watch out for her. She was the kind of woman who could get lost in a cause, whether it be her protests or her friends, and forget to truly take care of herself. She needed a strong top, though the top would likely need to be stealthy. Nell would need to feel like she was in control outside the bedroom, but she desperately needed someone looking out for her.
The fact that she was in bed with him was proof of that.
His tongue tangled with hers, taking it slow and easy. He rubbed his chest against hers and felt the way her legs spread further to accommodate him. She made a place for him, cradling him between her thighs. His cock was ragingly hard, but he kept it under control, just rubbing himself against her. She was soft and warm, and so, so wet.
He inhaled her, letting her scent wash across his senses. He let his fingers find her hair, and he fisted it lightly. He was going to teach her so much while he was with her. He would show her just how he liked his cock sucked. He would thrust his cock into her mouth and spill his cum on her tongue and watch her drink him down.
His hips started to move. He couldn’t wait longer or he would be inside her without any protection, and he didn’t want that for her. The need to spill himself inside her was riding him hard, but he couldn’t take the chance. If he came inside Nell, he would have to wait around. He would have to stay to make sure she didn’t get pregnant.
She would let him. She wouldn’t stop him because she wasn’t really in control of herself any longer. He was in control. She was trusting him. It would be the simplest thing in the world to just let nature take its course and within minutes, he might be able to bind her to him in a way she couldn’t deny even if she ever found out what a fucking bastard he was.
Bishop pulled away abruptly. He couldn’t. He had to protect her.
“What?” Nell asked, her eyes wide.
“I need a condom, sweetheart.” He fumbled. He never fumbled. He was always precise, in his movements, in his actions, but Nell was making him clumsy. His hands were actually shaking as he opened the bedside stand and reached for the condoms he always carried.
“Thank you, Henry. I’m not on birth control.” She was staring up at him like he was some kind of hero. Her hands were on his waist, rubbing up and down, soothing him. “I never had to be before.”
“We should take you in and get you on the pill.” He didn’t want to wear the fucking condom. He wanted to spill himself inside her. He wanted to know she was walking around with his semen tucked away, a piece of himself that would stay with her.
“All right,” she agreed.
Yes, she needed a keeper. She’d just agreed to get on the pill for a man who had said he would leave her.
But Nell Finn was smart. She wouldn’t wait around for his dumb ass. She would find someone. Maybe not the person she needed, but she would find someone who would take all her sweetness. She would forget about him eventually and she would need those pills, because a woman as sensual as Nell couldn’t stay alone for long. After he was gone, she’d find another lover.
He tore open the condom a little savagely. He hated the idea. He was getting possessive. He was starting to think of Nell as his, and that was a dangerous thought.
A moan came out of his mouth as he started to roll the condom on. Nell’s hand joined his, her small palm working the latex over his dick. He loved her hands. They were real. She didn’t wear nail polish, but her nails were kept neat. Nell’s hands worked. She used them to plant her garden and to type out her books. Now she used them to make him ready for her.
He nearly lost that iron-willed control he was known for. Bishop had to take a deep breath or he would spew cum right then and there like he was fifteen again and making an idiot of himself with one of the teens who shared his foster home.
For the briefest of moments, he wished he’d never done it before. Looking down at Nell and the wonder on her face, he actually wished he was a virgin again, sharing this with her, being in the moment with her, young and fresh and staring at a future with the woman underneath him. Nell was so young. Oh, she was twenty-five, only ten years younger than him, but he was centuries ahead of her in damage.
She finished tugging on the condom, and her hands smoothed along his chest, bringing him back into the moment with her. Regrets didn’t matter. There would be time for them later. If there was one thing Bishop had learned it was that regrets had a way of finding a man, even when he tried to outrun them.
The only thing that mattered now was pleasing Nell Finn. He let the melancholy thoughts flit away and concentrated on her.
“I’m going to go slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” It was the last thing he wanted to do. He got to his knees and fit his cock to her pussy. His cock looked like a brutish marauder against that pretty little pussy, but the head was already coated in her cream. She wanted him. He let his focus laser in on the sight as he pressed in, his cockhead disappearing, slipping just inside her.
She gasped, her hands tightening on him.
“It’s all right.” Slow. Easy. He pulled back out and then surged in again, gaining just a little ground each time. “You were made to take me.”
“You’re going too slow.” She was restless underneath him. Her hips shifted up, trying to take him deeper.
“Nell.” He hissed her name, a warning that she didn’t heed.
“I want more.” Nell thrust up.
It was way more than he could take. He surged inside, thrusting in one long passage until she’d taken him to the root.
Nell’s whole body tightened, and her face flushed. Her breath came out in pants. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry, Henry. I’ve always been impatient. You should just get it over with now. It’s okay. I can take it.”
She was so frustrating. �
��Stay still, Nell. You’ll get used to me.” He looked down at her, his heart seizing a little. Tears pooled in her eyes. This was damn straight why he didn’t deal with virgins. He didn’t have the patience for it. He should do exactly what she said. He should finish quickly and let the girl go.
“You’re not hurrying, Henry.”
There was really only one way to shut that mouth of hers. He kissed her gently, a soft request that she focus on something else. Nell’s brain seemed to work too fast, to never shut off. He had to give her something else to concentrate on. She softened again, her arms moving around him once more. Her mouth opened beneath his, and he could feel the minute she relaxed. He let his body sink against hers, feeling the way her breasts pressed against his chest. He let his tongue do a lazy dance, rubbing hers slowly.
He took his time, even though his cock was dying. Patience. She might not have any, but it was his stock-in-trade. He held back, kissing her over and over, trying to drug her with pleasure. After a long while, he moved his hips again, and this time she didn’t wince.
“Better?”
Her eyes had taken on that dreamy look again. She nodded. “Yes. Do it again, Henry. It feels so good.”
It felt incredible. He’d never been in a tighter pussy. Nell gripped his cock, every inch a pure pleasure. He pulled out and very carefully thrust back in, making sure his pelvis ground down on her clit. He swiveled his hips and began a slow rhythm. In and out and all around. In and out, grinding down. That was the way to make sure she loved it.
He held back the rising tide, thrusting inside her with great care. Later he would let go. Later he could fuck her hard, but not tonight. Tonight was for her.
A low moan came from deep in her throat, and he let her pussy clamp down around his cock, milking him and sending him over the edge. The orgasm hit him like a lightning strike, making him shake and groan. He lost control and just fucked her for a few blissful moments, everything else slipping away until she was the only thing real in the world.
He thrust one last time, giving up every ounce of cum he had, and then slumped over, his body pressing hers into the mattress.