by Rhian Cahill
Refusing to be embarrassed by her nakedness or the urgency with which she jumped onto the bed, she positioned herself in the center and leaned back against a pillow, spreading her legs wide.
It took her a moment to realize he held her vibrator in his hand. “What—?”
Rush pressed one knee to the mattress between her feet and held out the toy. “I want to watch you fuck yourself. Show me how you do it.”
There was no polite request in his tone; it was all command, and the heat burning in his eyes told her how much he wanted to see her pleasure herself.
She wasn’t a prude. She might be inexperienced but she read, watched X-rated movies, and hadn’t shied away from sex talk when her girlfriends had shared their encounters during high school and college, so she wasn’t clueless or repressed.
A little unsure of herself in this type of situation, yes—her last night with Rush proved that—but she knew what she wanted, and that was this man.
So if he wanted to see her fuck herself with her vibrator, she wouldn’t be self-conscious, she’d show him.
Reaching out, she took the flesh-colored plastic penis from him and brought it down between her legs.
The device was cold against her heated flesh, the contrast sending a shudder straight to her core.
Sliding the vibrator through slick folds, she lubricated the head and shaft and teased herself with the promise of what was to come.
She’d never dallied before. Normally she’d get the vibrator wet with her arousal and push it in. However something made her go slow, made her want to draw out the process of thrusting it inside her body.
Some never-before-tapped sensual part of her wanted to put on a show for Rush.
She circled the bulbous tip on her clit. Pressure built and wetness coated her inner thighs. Switching the vibrate mode to low, she jolted with the spark of pleasure that shot through her. The buzz of desire pulsed along every nerve, tingled her skin, and clenched her inner walls.
Going slow definitely had its perks. Why hadn’t she thought to do it this way before?
Watching Rush through hooded eyes, Reena teased them both, ringing her clit and dragging the vibrating shaft between her increasingly wet pussy lips over and over, until they were both breathing hard and she thought she might come without pushing the thing inside.
“Put it in,” Rush ordered in a strangled voice as he leaned closer, his gaze glued to the action between her legs. “All the way, then use your fingers on your clit.”
Twisting her wrist, she placed the head of the fake penis at her opening and shoved it deep. Gasping and arching, her hips came off the bed and she wished it were Rush’s cock plunging into her.
“Play with your clit and fuck that pussy hard,” he growled as he shuffled closer, his hand cupping the bulge in his pants.
Shocked to discover he still wore his sweatpants, Reena opened her mouth to tell him to take them off when he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around hers on the base of the vibrator.
“I said fuck yourself hard.” He jerked her hand, dragging the vibrator in and out. Hard and fast, he set the pace before he let her take over and palmed his groin again. “Touch your clit,” he demanded.
Helpless to do anything but what he commanded, Reena set to work thrusting the shuddering vibrator in and out with one hand while using two fingers of the other to stroke her clitoris in faster and faster circles.
Typically it took a good twenty minutes and some serious concentration to get close to orgasm, but right now, with Rush ordering her around in that gruff, sex-laden voice, with the sting of his slaps still fresh in her mind—on her ass—and the carnal intent visible in his eyes, the ones locked on her pussy, Reena catapulted to the edge of reason and went right over it with his name flying from her throat.
Chapter Twenty
“Fuck.” Rush yanked his sweatpants down and shoved them over his hips. “Take it out.”
When Reena didn’t respond, still caught up in her release, her body thrashing on the bed and hands working to prolong her pleasure, he was left with no choice but to take what he wanted.
Kicking out of his shoes and pants, he got between her legs, grabbed her wrist, pulled the vibrator from her sopping pussy and replaced it with his cock.
Wet heat licked along his length and sank into his balls. He groaned, shuddered with sublime bliss as everything focused on the unbelievably tight flesh wrapped around his cock.
“Reena.”
God. He’d gone at her like a rutting animal. First with her vibrator then with his cock. He’d vowed not to hurt her, to take things slowly until she was ready for him, but in the face of the wanton creature she’d become, he’d had little hope of remaining in control.
Her body pulsed around him. Slick walls gripped him in velvet heat, sucking at his engorged shaft and making staying still impossible. “Reena. Are you okay?” he ground out, shaking with the effort to remain still.
“Yes.” Her heels dug into the back of his thighs and her hands curled around his shoulders, nails digging in and scoring his skin as she thrust up into him. “Move, dammit.”
Grinding his teeth until his jaw ached, Rush held back, his arms trembling where they supported him above her. “Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you?”
“No. You’re bigger. Fatter. Longer. But it doesn’t hurt in a bad way. Please, Rush. I need.” Her pussy fluttered, his dick throbbing with responding need. “Dammit.” She thumped a fist on his shoulder. “Fuck me.”
Rush could only take her at her word. Had to trust she was telling him the truth. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her but there was no way he couldn’t give her what she asked for. What he wanted.
With control he couldn’t believe he still held, he began thrusting in slow, easy strokes. Dragging his pulsing length out and pushing back in with long, deep drives that had him clenching every muscle and trying not to come.
It didn’t help that her walls continued to contract and release as her vibrator-delivered orgasm lingered.
He needed her to come again. Wanted to feel her slick heat gripping him hard. Tilting his hips, he changed the angle of penetration and hit nirvana.
Reena jolted beneath him, a cry of pleasure ripping from her on a gasping breath. He did it again and felt her buck under him.
Her flesh quivered, the wetness surrounding him growing slicker with each plunge.
The sexy moans and whimpers gurgling in her throat told him she was close, and those pleasure-filled sounds dragged him closer to the edge with her.
They were the same sounds that had sent him diving between her legs when she’d fucked herself with the vibrator.
The memory of her wild abandon added to the reality of experiencing it under him, sent tingling heat straight to his balls.
Fuck. Too close.
He needed Reena with him.
Tipping to the side, he leaned on one arm and reached between them with the other in search of her clit.
A stroke of his finger was all it took to send her soaring with a high-pitched scream.
She clamped down, trapping his cock inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever fucked. Her internal muscles rolled from root to tip in a wave of suctioning bliss that shoved him right into oblivion with her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Panting breath filled her ear and Rush’s weight pressed her into the bed while her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy squeezed tight around his cock.
Wow. That was…was… Wow.
She’d been right. A real cock was entirely different to a plastic one. It was warm for a start. And softer somehow; in spite of being erect—hard—there was give to it.
After a year of using her vibrator with pleasing results, Rush had just blow all satisfaction and expectations right out of the water.
There was no way she was going back to the mediocre orgasms delivered by a fake penis.
“Worth the wait,” she mumbled, her mouth dry, her throat constricted. “So worth it.”
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�Huh?” Rush shifted, his pulsing flesh—still buried deep—shifting with him, sending little flutters of pleasure through her lower belly. “I’m crushing you.”
She tightened her arms and legs around him. “No, you’re not.”
“Reena.” He tried to pull away but she held on.
“You’re not.”
She didn’t want to let him go yet. Didn’t want the wonderful feelings skipping around her body to go away. Not before she’d had time to memorize them. Carve every single one of them into her brain so she never forgot how amazing it was to be fucked by him. Then again, they could just…
“We need to do that again.”
Rush chuckled, the laugh rumbling through his chest into hers, rubbing her nipples against his hair-roughened skin and drawing another round of flutters from her core. “Give me a minute,” he muttered into her neck with a groan.
“Okay.”
He laughed, repeating the nipple action, and another shot of bliss darted through her.
Breathing deep, she took note of the sweet/sour smell of their sex.
She knew her own scent, recognized it, but now it combined with the hot male fragrance she remembered noticing the last night she’d been with Rush.
He smelled of the mountains, cool fresh air with a hint of hops, the faintest trace of the alcohol he served every day.
It reminded her of Pat’s Pub.
Was that why she’d felt so at ease with Rush from the moment she’d met him?
Because he reminded her of a place she’d always felt welcome?
He pushed up. “I need to get rid of—” He went rigid above her. “Fuck.”
Reena tensed, her body instantly in sync with his. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry.” He lifted off her, slowly pulled his body from hers, sending shudders of sensation skittering through her, until he hovered over her on his hands and knees. “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh.” The thought of protection never crossed her mind.
“I’m clean. I swear. I can grab my phone, pull up the email with my last test results. I had a full workup last month for insurance.” He stared at her, his eyes filled with guilt. “Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to protect you.”
He sounded appalled by his neglect but he wasn’t the only one who was responsible for their carelessness, and Reena hurried to reassure him. “You’re not the only one who forgot. And I’d be stupid to not take you up on the offer to check those results. But it’s okay. I believe you.” She smiled. “And I’m covered. No risk of disease or pregnancy.”
“You’re on the pill?” His gaze bore into hers.
Nodding, she said, “Yeah, for a few years now.”
“Oh, okay.” Was that disappointment that flashed through his eyes? “Let me get my phone from my bag.”
He jumped off the bed and Reena stared as muscles flexed, skin rippled, and the cock she hadn’t really gotten a good look at bobbed between solid hair-dusted thighs.
She licked her lips. No longer erect, Rush was still long and thick, with a large sac hanging below. That pouch of skin swayed as he moved and her hands twitched with the urge to cup him, weigh those orbs on her palm, stroke the crinkled skin with her fingers.
Would he let her explore? She knew most guys wouldn’t say no to a blowjob and she wanted to do that too, but she really wanted to get her hands on him and feel what her eyes were admiring.
He cleared his throat and Reena dragged her eyes away from the cock that had started to swell—thicken and lift—before her eyes. Her gaze connected with his sparkling one.
“You can’t look at me like that,” Rush murmured. “Not without expecting me to get hard and pound you into the mattress again.”
“Okay.”
“Christ, woman. You have to stop agreeing to everything I want.”
“Why? I want the same thing.”
“You have no idea what you want.”
Reena frowned. “Yes, I do. I might not have had sex before but I’m not clueless. Just because my practical experience is limited doesn’t mean I don’t know things.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “And what things do you know?”
“Blowjobs. Cunnilingus. Sixty-niner. Bondage. Anal sex.”
Rush choked, coughed, his arms dropping to his sides. “Jesus.”
She smiled smugly, thrilled she’d shocked him. “So can we do all those things?”
“Holy fucking shit.” He dragged a hand down his face. “You’re killing me.”
Her smile grew when she noticed his cock was now fully erect. “There’s one part of you that’s definitely interested.”
He snorted. “Interested seems such a tame word for what I feel right now.”
His words made her study him closer. His whole body appeared taut, from his clenched fists to the corded muscles in his neck to the quiver that vibrated from his head to his toes.
Oh, and that magnificent cock standing tall, ready to play.
“I want to do everything I’ve heard about. Want you to show me everything I haven’t.” She crawled on the bed toward him, intent on getting her hands on him. “Tell me what I don’t know about.”
“What?” His voice sounded as though his throat had been filled with gravel, and his eyes fired with such heat, she felt the burn in her toes.
“Teach me.”
“Teach you?” he choked out.
Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t believe the idea hadn’t entered her mind before.
Rush could show her all there was to know about sex. He’d already given her pleasure greater than anything she’d conjured up in what turned out to be a pitiful imagination.
He knew what he was doing. He could guide her and teach her and when he left, she’d be grateful for the time they’d spent together because she would have learned something.
Shoving aside the sharp stab of pain that came with the notion of him leaving, she rose to her knees and looked him right in the eyes.
“Yes. Teach me everything there is to know about sex.” Reena grinned. “Start by telling me how to suck your cock.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Words and air lodged in his throat as vocal cords tangled up with breath. Never mind going to hell. He was already there. The devil herself knelt before him. Tempting him to paradise.
The only thing missing was an apple, but let’s face it, a juicy piece of fruit had nothing on Reena.
She was lush and ripe and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into her. Among other things. Fingers, tongue, cock, he didn’t care what part of him touched her as long as he did.
Just the thought of pushing his dick past those plump red lips had him twitching and leaking pre-come.
He kept his eyes on hers, watched for any sign of fear, and asked, “Are you sure?”
Smiling, she nodded. Her gaze dropped and not even a breath later, her hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed. “Very sure. I want to know how to make you come in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” Shuddering, Rush gripped her wrist and held her hand still. “Goddammit. I didn’t come here for this.” Well, he had, except it wasn’t all he wanted.
“Oh.”
The disappointment in her voice had him reaching out and pulling her into his arms. “I want you. Don’t doubt that. Jesus, how could you when I’m rock hard two seconds after coming in your pussy?”
“Then…?”
“I want to spend time with you. Like we did in Winter Lake. Like last night, today.” God, he wanted so much from this woman. He was in deep.
Way deeper than burying his cock in her, that was for sure.
He’d never met any woman who made him think of more than a night or two. And there certainly hadn’t been one on his mind twenty-four seven for weeks.
“We can do both though, right? I’ll continue to show you around Baltimore and you’ll show me around the bedroom.”
She grinned at him and Rush couldn’t help but grin back. “Definitely
,” he agreed.
He’d never gone for the cute, innocent girls; even in his teenage years he’d only been interested in the ones older than him, the ones with experience and confidence in their sexuality.
But Reena, with her innocence and curiosity, tweaked his arousal like no other.
She also tweaked his mind and heart. He hadn’t looked too closely at those tugs. Didn’t want to examine them in any detail. Not yet.
He’d prefer to take it one day at a time. Enjoy the moments with her before he had to return home and was forced to decide what it was he really wanted from her—where he wanted this to go.
And there he went again, burying his head in the sand.
Rush knew exactly where he wanted this to go.
He just needed to convince Reena she wanted the same.
The logistics of how they’d make it all happen didn’t matter.
Not when he’d finally figured out his heart was all in and he wanted her forever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Let’s have that shower I mentioned earlier.”
“Now? Aren’t you going to let me…?” Reena glanced down, but her boobs, pressed against Rush’s chest, blocked the view she sought. It was an erotic sight though. One she hadn’t expected.
“Of course I want you to. I want that mouth all over me, but we’re still covered in harbor water and now we’ve added sweat-sticky sex to the mix. Besides, you can get up to all kinds of fun when you’re wet and slippery.”
He carried her into the bathroom and placed her feet on the mat. Leaning into the shower, he turned the water on.
Straightening, he said, “Wait right here.”
He disappeared into her room but was back in less than a minute, his phone in hand. She arched one eyebrow in question when he held the device out toward her.
“I pulled up my lab results.”
Ah. Taking the phone, Reena scanned the report. She didn’t need the proof; some part of her knew he’d never lie about this, but she’d be stupid to give up the chance to confirm her instincts.