by Mel Blue
Fuck this turned into Don’t come. He clenched his jaw and drew away from her. Amelia’s scent was getting to him. There was something musky, feminine to her light fragrance that only added to the overall experience. Shit. He wanted to see her pussy. Her breasts. Her flushed skin bare.
He concentrated on her swollen clit, teasing it. His discomfort didn’t matter. The way her moans changed, did. The way she somehow grew wetter. Yes, he’d done a lot of research. Living this was different. Her pleasure was his. He owned it. His fingers didn’t feel clumsy or inexperienced, not when her hips followed his rhythm.
Her touching him, pushing him over the edge didn’t matter. He was on overload, and he felt pre-come rise to the tip of his dick. His heartbeat throbbed in his cock. Focus. She turned to face him, and drew him into a kiss. His emotions, his needs, took a backseat.
Dwayne pressed his hand closer, moved it faster, and watched her. She buried a hand in his hair and gripped him. He felt tension ripple through her body. She turned her head away to bite into her bottom lip, her face contorting. Agony or pleasure? Looked like both. But without a doubt, he knew she had come.
A corner of his mouth pulled up in pure satisfaction. He’d done that and wanted to do it again, however many times she needed. Her moans were an aphrodisiac that coursed through him. Something animalistic rose inside of him. He wanted to pound inside her, make her moan some more. He wanted to own her in that way, too.
Seconds ticked by with them both seeming to be lost. Her breath was shuddering out. Finally, she looked at him with a combination of surprise and…a hint of retribution. As though what he’d done deserved leveling the playing field. She took his mouth again, reached down and then touched his dick.
His breath caught in his chest. Whatever pleasure he took from making her come, washed over him. His balls, every muscle tensed, and all the need and ache he’d pushed down, slammed into him. If he hadn’t clamped his teeth, he’d have groaned loudly. She squeezed the tip of his dick through his pants. The moisture of pre-come, the roughness of his boxers and slacks, the heat and grip of her hand, all combined, was too much. He came.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Blood roared in his ears. Sweet God. He’d just fucking come in his pants. She kissed his ear and aroused him again just that quickly.
“That was for a job well done,” she said.
He wanted to be embarrassed. And he probably would be as soon as they had to leave the theater, but fuck if he wasn’t looking forward to the next reward.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amelia needed some distance. Otherwise she would have joined Dwayne in the shower. Make it a teachable moment. Not to put too much a fine point on it, but just take it to the next level and de-virginize him. She should have done those things and would have if doubts hadn’t dug into her bones.
When he’d told her he was a virgin, she imagined him fumbling, stuttering, and coming the moment a good breeze hit him. She hadn’t expected the passion, the eagerness of a man who reveled in the shape of a woman’s breasts, her mouth. And then with a hesitant skill, decimate any thought. She was supposed to guide him, and all she’d done was moan.
Amelia picked up the phone next to the bed and dialed Seraphina’s extension. She heard a distinctive click before the woman answered, sounding breathless. “Ms. Gibson.”
“Tell me the truth. Is he really a virgin?”
Silence followed the announcement. “You think he’s a liar. That’s interesting.”
She jolted at the accusation. “He’s twenty-seven. Handsome. He doesn’t give off a…vibe that would make any woman run in the other direction.” She ruffled the comforter with her feet. “Don’t you find that a bit of a stretch?”
The pause this time was shorter. “You’re attractive, ambitious, and funny. Many people would find it a stretch that you’re still single at twenty-seven. Something must be wrong with you.”
“Something is wrong with me. I’m bossy, highhanded, and fucking insufferable sometimes.” Amelia heard a male voice in the background and sat up. It sounded like a man who wanted sex. “Am I interrupting? I’m sorry.”
“Does it matter?”
“That I’m interrupting? Yes.”
“No, you’re not.” It sounded like Seraphina was holding back a laugh. “If he’s not telling the truth, would it matter?”
They were all putting on a front just being at The Den of Sin. A blue collar or a suit, they were playing out their fantasies. Suffering from premature ejaculation could be enough motivation to say you were a virgin, but Dwayne didn’t seem the type to lie. His story about young love gone wrong had left such a rawness in his voice. An actor could probably fake that, not a bush pilot.
“Is the ex-girlfriend real?”
“Yes.”
Doubt knotted her stomach. “Parents archeologists? Started flying at seventeen?”
“Yes and yes. I can’t verify his virginity, but everything he’s likely told you is the truth. His plane did go down three months ago. He’s taken flights since, but nothing as ambitious.”
The fluttering in her stomach eased. He was a virgin, and he’d chosen her to take it. Whatever training he had left him quite equipped to pick up fast. Actions that should have marked him as a pro. Yet her touch had made him come. A sexual ache bloomed inside her that couldn’t be ignored. Not for long.
“Okay,” she said. “Really sorry if I…interrupted something.”
“Don’t hesitate to call. You’re more than a client.”
There was the rumble of a male voice again. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. “Don’t think I’ll call back. Not tonight.”
Seraphina laughed. “Some people appreciate that, but don’t you worry about it.”
Before Amelia could end the call, there was a click and then silence. Seraphina was definitely with a man, and he was not happy about the phone call. She grinned and felt comforted. If Seraphina could find someone compatible, Amelia had hope.
She looked toward the bathroom. The water was still going. He hadn’t reserved one of the more expensive suites. Still, at The Beaudelaire, even the low-priced rooms were nice.
French doors led to a balcony buried in honeysuckle. They were fresh in bloom and fragrant. High-backed chairs with red details decorated the small room. Hers had white. There were heirlooms and antiques, and it said a lot that they trusted guests with such things.
She buried her face in her hands. Dwayne. A virgin. She had signed up to teach him how to seduce a woman. Where in the hell to start? She stared at the bathroom door. There was an advantage to her partner being more skilled, a comfort. She didn’t have to be the “professional.” From what she’d seen, she knew that whatever she showed Dwayne, he’d master it in five minutes. Amelia had agreed wholeheartedly because she suspected, somehow, she’d keep a modicum of control of the situation. Ha.
He was a virgin. There was one thing he couldn’t learn from research or watching with a keen eye. Her heart slowed its panicked race. She had to take back her control. The water shut off in the bathroom. Remembering her purpose, she undressed and decided to throw him off balance. She spread out on the bed, naked and uncovered. Nerves fluttered in her stomach. She wasn’t shy about her body, or sex for that matter. No. This whole experience, her naked and ready, was living up to the fantasy of a woman Dwayne wanted to lose his virginity to.
He came out of the bathroom with his hair slicked back. Droplets of water clung to his tanned chest. A towel rode low on his waist. Simply, Dwayne looked tantalizing.
He froze when he saw her. Hunger filled his gaze. “Nice birthday suit.”
The unexpected compliment made her laugh. “Lie on the bed.”
He had a slow, decisive stride, which said a lot about him as a man, as a person. This couldn’t be easy for him. Firsts were supposed to be kind of epic. Patrick Covin had taken her virginity. He had brown, dusky skin, full lips, an athletic build, and the kind of long lashes women envied. She’d loved him bu
t had still fought nerves, uncertain of what to expect when they first had sex. At seventeen, her first time had been nothing like the romance novels she’d stolen from her mother. It hadn’t been so painful she never wanted to have sex again. Nor had it been fireworks and multiple orgasms. Their sex had fallen under the “awkward and sweet” category.
What kind of first would she be for Dwayne?
He appeared composed as he relaxed against the soft, white pillows. A near-death experience could have given him that kind of nerve. He hadn’t gone into detail, but she imagined he’d faced his plane going down with a cool head. He would have fallen back on training. Maybe he’d have laughed when he realized he was going to die a virgin. He’d have held it together until he didn’t need to any more. From that crash, Dwayne had burns bad enough they left scars up his forearms. He’d probably suffered deeper, unseen scars from ordinary life that were bad enough he had come to The Den of Sin to lose his virginity.
No, this wasn’t going to be epic, but she’d do her damnedest to make this experience memorable. That’s the only promise she could make without any emotions being involved. She could help him. When he did find someone who made his palms sweaty and his heart race, he wouldn’t fear rejection, at least not when it came to sex. That she could do.
She pushed his shoulder so he’d rest against the mound of pillows then sat astride his lap once he got comfortable. Because she couldn’t help it, she laid her hands over his chest. The ebony, fine hairs tickled her palms. His heart beat steadily beneath her hands. If he wasn’t nervous, she shouldn’t be, either. “I’m going to give you some tricks for stamina.”
Surprise flickered over his face. “The mythic multiple orgasms for men?”
She smiled. “You did do your research.” One way for a man to build up stamina was to let himself feel all the perks of an orgasm without climaxing. “Have you started practicing already?”
He blushed. “Clearly, it didn’t work.”
Damn. It was hard to think of him as a student. The sight of him half-dressed, wet, and stretched out on the white sheets, made her mouth go dry. His touch fed a hunger she could barely describe. And here he was, ready and willing. Nothing about that felt instructive.
“I was turned on,” she said before she could take the words back. It was her turn to be embarrassed. “It means you were really into the moment.”
He scoffed. “And size doesn’t matter.”
She leaned down and brushed her lips over his. “The key is to tell me when you feel the need to come.”
He grunted, sounding satisfied. His towel couldn’t hide his reaction to her words either. “You’re naked and sitting on top of my dick. I feel the need.” He hesitated but closed his hands over her breasts and sighed. “Yeah.”
She kissed him harder to shut him up and because she loved his mouth. His lips were soft and full, a bit addictive after her first taste. The man could kiss. He followed the silent command and kissed her back. He needed no direction. It was a skill that would easily convince a woman to get into his bed.
She reached down between them and undid his towel. “Your size is more than fine.” She added, “I’m going to touch you. Relax. Breathe.”
She wet the tip of her finger and circled the head of his penis. He fisted his hands in her hair, kissing her harder, deeper while adding tongue. She gripped him. His dick was long and thick. The texture of it…ohhh.
She trailed her fingers down until she touched behind his balls. “Tighten the muscle right here when you start to feel the need to come. Okay?”
She pressed her finger on that spot and felt him flex the muscle.
“No problem,” he said and dragged her back to his mouth.
His passion and eagerness was contagious. She fought against it. Losing sight of her goal wouldn’t help either one of them. She couldn’t let his masculine scent get to her, or the way his body was firm but soft and pliant between her legs.
She flattened her palm along the top of his cock and rocked her pussy against him. She was still slick from what he’d done earlier. The slow glide made them both groan. He broke the kiss and licked her nipples. Need pounded in her every limb. He kept throwing her off, making her forget she wasn’t supposed to get lost in pleasure. She squeezed him.
“My reward?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes.” She hesitated. “Do it again, but close your lips around my nipple. Then lick.”
“Come.” He gritted his teeth.
It took her a second to understand what he meant. He was close to coming. She dropped her hand, lifted her ass from his lap, and kissed him. When the tension seemed to slide out of him, she settled back down. Sweat slicked down her spine. And she was so wet. She wanted to end this lesson with him inside her, but this wasn’t about her.
“Put your hands on my hips,” she said. “Find my rhythm.”
Amelia moved her hand from him and leaned closer so they would be chest-to-chest. Dwayne’s warmth, that “X factor” just rolled off him. There was no way she could fight the pull or pretend this was like a “job.” Definitely not when his lids were low and face flushed. His touch fed a hunger she could barely describe. They were lost in this storm of passion together.
He grasped her hips and started to move his. It didn’t take long for them to be in sync. Two bodies that moved as one. His heat crept into her, and she never wanted it to end.
He cursed. “Come.”
She lifted her ass away from him, her arms were shaking as she propped herself up. Her nipples ached from the constant tease of his mouth and tongue. Every instinct wanted to grind her hips against his. But she couldn’t. Something like a purr and growl built in her chest, because she wanted to…fuck him. Just slam her hips up and down him. But she stayed still. This was supposed to be about him, his needs.
Sweat had collected on his forehead. Like with any lover, she wanted to wipe it away, so she gave herself that one permission. The contours of his face imprinted on her memory. Yeah. She loved his lips. The cut of his jawline. The rise of his cheekbones.
Dwayne placed a kiss on her neck then sucked hard before turning his head away. “Don’t know how much more I can take.”
“I know.”
He nipped her chin, looking hedonistic and not at all inexperienced. “Condom?”
She blinked at the abrupt suggestion. Part of the medical screening meant they didn’t have to use anything, if that’s what they wanted. She hesitated, unsure. “If that’ll make you comfortable. I’m on the pill, too.”
“Good to know, but it’ll help…with my problem. And just…I’m ready.”
Nerves squeezed the air out of her lungs. Intense foreplay was not the same as being his first. She knew eventually they’d have to move to the next level, but right now? She wasn’t ready.
Despite that, she reached into the small nightstand and found a box of condoms right at the top. She grabbed one while discarding the idea of lube. They didn’t need it. She sucked in a breath and sheathed him with trembling fingers, hoping he’d understand how to do it without her having to use words. Nothing seemed to escape his notice, and her nerves wouldn’t, either.
Dwayne touched her face. His caress was comforting. “You’re blushing again.”
She turned her cheek into his palm. “You’re my first, too. In a way.”
He buried his other hand in her hair and pulled her to him until she straddled his lap. She opened her eyes to see if she could tell in his expression if her words meant something to him. His tawny-brown eyes held a yearning, an understanding. This wouldn’t be epic, but their sex would mean more than a quick fuck. In their silent agreement, they were connected so fiercely, she never wanted to break this moment.
She placed a kiss between his brows. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back.”
“But I want to.” He gripped his dick, not bothering to argue.
She started to help him but then the tip of his cock was right there, prodding at her entrance. “Slow,�
� she murmured and sunk down.
His breath shuddered, but he didn’t break the eye contact. That magnetism seemed to draw her hips down to take more of him until he was fully inside her. He murmured something too low for her to hear, before he moved his hips. The first signs of an orgasm wrested through her. Too much play. Too many unsaid words.
“Dwayne,” Amelia said.
All her muscles were bunched. Maybe he felt it. Maybe he cared. Because he said, “Let go.”
She ground her hips against him, wanting, needing him to feel whatever it was that had wrapped around her chest and squeezed.
His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “I want you to come.”
Her breath pushed out on a gasp. “Okay.” She reached down between them and touched her swollen clit. “Just keep moving.”
She met his light strokes, using her hand in tandem to the rhythm. Heat flushed her skin as his groans drew longer, deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer. Her own climax had never felt more important. She didn’t want him to feel like a failure if she didn’t come first. And it was right there. Her back bowed as the edge of an orgasm inched closer. She shuddered once, twice. Close. She’d told him to go slow, but she pistoned her hips faster. So damn close.
“Fuck,” he said. The word came out as a growl.
His raw curse sent her over the edge and that heat sizzled her brain as she came. Her moan pierced the air. He thrust jerkily, his fist like a vise in her hair and he soon followed. Her heart was pounding too hard to hear anything. Her vision had dimmed around the edges, too. But she leaned forward to kiss him.
His hold was loose at first, but within seconds he had his arms wrapped around her waist. They couldn’t get close enough. Just when she thought they were done, he’d shudder, and that would work its way through her. To say she hadn’t expected that kind of intensity from a virgin was an understatement. She let out a shaky laugh, delighted and maybe a little dizzy.
She lifted her head to see his face. “Not bad, Dwayne.”
His face was still flushed, but his lazy, cocky smile made her stomach flip. “Ditto.”