Accidental Hero: A Marriage Mistake Romance

by Nicole Snow

  My breasts throb, nipples aching as his tongue leaves a burning path from my neck to my cleavage.

  I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I know, he’s carrying me like one of the heroes in my mom's dirty novels. I throw my head back and laugh. “Are you for real, Eden?”

  “Very real, Blue. Very, very real.” He kisses me again. “You’ll see how fucking real I get just as soon as we reach the bedroom.”

  Reality comes crashing down like a cold shower. I have to tell him I have no idea what to do.

  I know the gist of it, have read all about it, but actual experience...with sex?

  Nope. None.

  Shit.

  Maybe I can just pretend. That's what we've been dancing around forever, right? Act like I know more than I do.

  If only it weren't for my face.

  He sets me on the bed, kneels in front of me, and lets me know I've blown it with one question. “What’s wrong?”

  Trying to quell the nerves overtaking me, I shrug. “Nothing.”

  He lifts a brow. “Blue?”

  My heart pounds. My body pulses. I’ve never been the sole focus of a man at this level, and I want it.

  Want it beyond all else.

  I close my eyes and give it up, “I’m a virgin, Brent.”

  “Like I don't know.”

  My eyes snap open. “You do? What? How?” The horror. “That bad?”

  He chuckles, running his hands up my thighs. “No. That good, Blue. That tense. That ready. That eager to be fucked for the very first time.”

  Fire shoots up my legs, hitting the crux between my thighs so hard I gasp. We haven't even gotten started and the pleasure comes in waves.

  “Want you, Blue.” He leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose. “Want you fully. Completely. The thought of being your first thrills me, but it has to be what you want, too.”

  His sincerity excites me, but also fills me with wary embarrassment. “I do, but what if I disappoint you?” The very idea makes me cringe.

  “Not a chance in hell of that happening.”

  He sounds like he means it, too. Wow.

  He kisses me long and passionately, until my mind can't stop spinning. His thumbs press deep into my inner thighs, slowly working their way up, inciting a wild intensity to swirl deep inside me. Like an inner thunder disappearing the rest of the world.

  When he breaks the kiss, we're on the bed, side by side, both gasping.

  He combs my hair away from my face. “We’ll take it slow and easy.”

  I’m so close to coming, I’m fighting to catch my breath. Twisting onto my side, I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the commotion down there, just long enough to get his shirt off, button by button. “Not too slow, I hope. Don’t know how much longer I can last.”

  “Not long, Blue,” he growls, slipping a hand inside the v-cut neckline of my dress, cupping one breast.

  Oh, God. Not long is painfully accurate.

  The heat of his palm, his pressure, against my tender nipple is perfection.

  Whimpering, I squirm against him, silently pleading.

  His brows make a v as he frowns. “Too fucking hot, Blue. I thought –”

  “I've had orgasms. Self-inflicted.” Heat burns my cheeks. I have no idea why I felt the need to share.

  “Really?” He nips at my earlobe.

  “Everybody does it.” Don't they? I spread his shirt open, exploring the hard curves of his chest with my hand. It’s as amazing as I imagined.

  “Yeah, they do. Always wondered about you coming, thinking about me...” His lips are just in time before I die. They take control of mine for another long, luxurious kiss. Then he lifts my chin, looks straight at me. “Show me.”

  Evil excitement shimmers in his eyes. Part of me loves knowing I put it there. But I also have to squeeze my thighs together, harder to keep from peaking.

  He rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger. “Show me, Blue. Show me how bad you want this.”

  Flushed, I'm nodding.

  He jumps off the bed and pulls on my arms. “I’ll help you get ready.”

  A mischievous grin covers his face as he pulls off my shoes, one with each hand. “Let go, woman. I've got you.”

  I’m nervous, and a bit unsure. It’s one thing to do it alone, in the shower.

  Something else to have an audience, but I’m committed. Fully.

  I shimmy to the edge of the bed, and he helps me stand. After taking off his shirt, he grasps the hem of my dress.

  His eyes ask permission. I nod, biting my lip, lifting my arms. He pulls my dress over my head in one swift jerk and tosses it aside. Never taking his eyes off me.

  Holy.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He runs both hands down my side. “So perfect. So damn mine tonight.”

  I could say the same about him.

  If I could find my voice.

  Or stop my eyes from roaming down his torso to where the dark crop of hair disappears into the top of his jeans.

  “We don’t need this, either, do we?” he asks, plucking at my bra straps. “Now, Blue. Show me.”

  Brazen encouragement flares inside me at the idea of bringing myself off for him. Suddenly, rather than worrying about holding back my climax, I’m excited to bring it, and not just for the release.

  I want it to be his.

  “Okay,” I whisper, pointing to the wooden chest behind him. “You watch.”

  Growling, he nods. I watch him cross the room, imagining how hard he'll thrust into me soon when I catch an inviting glimpse at his powerful backside.

  He sits. I unhook the back of my bra, glad I’d bought the dark blue silk bra and panty set. I lean forward, letting the straps slide off my shoulders, and then down my arms.

  The bra drops to the floor. There’s definitely a smolder in his eyes when his gaze meets mine. Eager to please – maybe too eager – I slide my hands inside my waistband.

  I’m not sure if it's him I hear sucking breath, or me.

  I’m no longer nervous, but on edge. Eager to put on a show for this man who's driven me insane for weeks.

  A sexy show. A tease that'll make him want more.

  I push my panties down, slowly, my pussy helplessly tingling as it touches the air. He watches as the panties slide all the way down to my feet, and then meets my gaze again.

  “Blue, Show me.”

  Again, the same mantra. Every time he says it, my body burns a little more. Fire lashes the tips of my fingers, urging them inside me.

  With his eyes locked on mine, he unbuttons his jeans, and pushes down his zipper.

  That kicks off new chain reactions inside me. I want to see what’s hiding there, but this is my show.

  I lift a leg, exposing my pussy fully. His eyes lock on, and I wonder if he can see how wet I am. How hard I’m throbbing.

  He draws in an audible breath, then lets out a low groan. “Fucking. Show. Me.”

  The vicious smirk on his face, the way he lifts a brow, thrills me. I’ve never been bold about anything. Until now.

  “Usually, I do this in the shower,” I say.

  He cocks his head, never saying a word.

  “So my hands are wet.” I stick one index finger in my mouth and slowly pull it out. “I’ll have to improvise.”

  His lids lower halfway and the muscles in his neck become more prominent. “Yeah. Improvise.”

  I slide my fingertip down my torso, between my breasts and lower, getting more of a thrill out of the way he watches the downward movement than from touching myself. Passing through my trimmed bush, I run my fingertip along one side of my pussy. “I start like this...work my way back and forth...then a little side to side.”

  His hands are on his knees. I watch as his fingers spread out and grip them tighter.

  I’ve never experienced the pleasure erupting inside me. Hot. Wild. Uninhibited.

  Hell, I've barely even started.

  “Then what, Blue?” Sex fuel. That's what hi
s low, husky growl is.

  “More...like this...several times.” I brush my clit, heat overloading my core. “Then I find my clit. I press.” I have to swallow a gasp before I can add, “Hard.”

  “Legs wider, babe. Let me see it all.”

  “Wider,” I echo softly. Trying not to burst into flames.

  How my voice sounds normal is beyond me. I can barely breathe. I'm sure my movement up the bed is anything but graceful. It doesn't stop me for a second.

  I push my bottom as close to the edge as possible while still being able to plant my heels on the mattress, giving him a full-on view.

  Propping myself up with one hand so I can keep watching him, I find my clit again. “Sweet spot. Here,” I say, teasing myself, firmly twirling my fingertip. “I work it over. Once in a while, slide my finger inside. Right here.” I raise my hips for him to see. “In. Out. Again.” I go slowly at first, but the rhythm quickly finds itself.

  So does the pleasure.

  It comes quicker and hotter than ever. My hips rise and fall against my hand, desperate for friction.

  “Talk to me, Blue.” I just know he's suppressing a devilish smile.

  “Back out, to the clit. Again,” I whimper. My breathing is fast, uneven, and words are too difficult.

  Oh, God. My head falls back as my climax rushes in. Totally off guard.

  “And? Blue?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting to gain enough control to answer. “And – oh!”

  A moan overtakes my words. There’s no stopping it.

  I drop to my elbows, unable to speak as he jumps to his feet. “Since you're done talking, I am, too. Got something better to do with this mouth.”

  My hand gets pushed aside, replaced by a concentrated heat.

  Brent’s mouth.

  I dig my hand into his hair, then spread my legs wider, giving him full access and loving every fricking nano-second.

  The rush. The fire. Pleasure so intense it almost hurts.

  Lifting my hips off the bed, I scream ecstasy as he sucks my clit, lashing it with his tongue again and again.

  Drawing me out to the fullest.

  Pushing me rudely, sweetly, furiously over.

  My thighs shudder. My pussy tightens. A moment later, I hit the climax of climaxes.

  Dear fuck – I'm coming!

  It consumes my entire body. Unlike usual, when I'm alone, it doesn’t end.

  Brent keeps going. Licking and sucking and taking me on a ride so wild, so amazing, I’m begging him not to stop.

  He keeps his mouth glued to me. His beard grazes my thighs, presses into tender flesh, and his growl echoes up my body. It's too much. Too intense. Too good.

  Muscles I didn't know I had seize. Electrified.

  I flop against the mattress, convulsing, riding out the ripples of the best O ever.

  “Holy. Shit.” I mumble two distinct words.

  Finally, he lets my thighs drop away from his face.

  He gives me a final lick, then pokes his head up between my legs, still running his tongue slowly along his lips. “That was fucking amazing, Blue. Never tasted pussy so sweet.”

  The heat roars back, this time in my cheeks. I'm drowning in feels.

  Happy. Ecstatic. Spent.

  I can’t do anything except roll my head from side to side, trying to come home. My senses return slowly. He’s on the bed. Beside me. Grinning.

  “Hope I didn’t ruin the show,” he says. “And if I did, well fuck, I don't regret it.”

  I laugh. More of a happy purr, but it gets the point across. I’m too exhausted to do more.

  “No choice, Blue. It was either taste you or blow off in my pants like a kid on prom night.” He kisses my forehead.

  It dawns on me that I’m satisfied, but he’s not. Is he?

  Unsure what to do, I ask, “What now?”

  “Now, we fuck,” he whispers in my ear while his palm makes large circles on my stomach. “While you're wet and ready. My mouth was just the beginning.”

  My body leaps to life as his hand works between my legs. His finger slips inside me.

  Amazing.

  I can feel myself tightening around him as it goes in further, past the knuckle, tantalizing some strange, marvelous spot inside me I can't pin down.

  “I’ll probably fuck you till sunup, Blue.” He twirls his tongue over one of my nipples.

  My hips arch. I'm chewing my lip.

  Bastard.

  He’s going to make me come again. And I want to. This time, I'm ready.

  I reach between our bodies, finding his hard-on, squeezing through his pants. “Better get your pants off before I finish again.”

  He laughs and sucks my tit. Finger-fucking me harder.

  “I mean it, Eden,” I growl this time, a split second before the bliss chokes my tongue quiet.

  Heat swirls hard and fast, deep inside me again. It won’t take long before I’m gone. I slide my hand inside his boxers, folding my fingers around his cock.

  It’s velvety soft on the outside, hard underneath.

  Naturally, it's huge. What else?

  Big and wide and vowing to split me in two.

  “Careful, darlin',” he whispers. “I’ve been ready to bust since we met.”

  “I know the feeling.” I pump his cock. “But I’m one up on you.”

  He grasps my wrist and pulls my hand off him, then rolls over and slides out of his jeans and boxers with one swift movement. “Have you ever put on a condom before?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to?”

  I sit up and grab a packet out of his hand. “Yes. You're always this prepared?”

  “Bought a few at the gas station when I fueled up on our way home.”

  I laugh, overly pleased. “That was pretty confident of you.”

  “Optimistic, Blue. That's the right word.”

  I tear the foil packet open. It’s not the first condom I’ve seen, but comparing the tiny circle of latex to his erect, impressive cock, I question exactly how this works.

  His entire body is art. A walking masterpiece, just like I thought that first fateful night in art class.

  A perfect palate of sculpted muscle, glistening skin, and dark patches of hair.

  All adorned with several mingling tattoos.

  Dark eagles and lines of cursive script that look like they're straight from a spell book. I recognize NATALIE near his shoulder, stamped next to a date that has to be her birthday. There's a tangle of barbed wire lower, snaking toward his gorgeous abs, along his side. There's a word anchored in it I'm just able to make out: DAVID. And a date next to it that's more recent.

  I don't dare ruin the sexy times by asking pointed questions. Another time.

  Once again, I glance between the condom and him. “Show me, maybe. Just this once.”

  He sits up, kisses me. “Just put it on the head of my cock and roll the edges down.”

  “Will it fit?”

  His laugh comes out so sexy my pussy aches.

  “Too good, Blue. You're too fucking good to be true.” There's no doubt in his eyes as he guides my hand to his cock, though.

  With ease, the latex stretches, covering him fully as I do exactly what he suggests. “That’s impressive.”

  He grabs my shoulders and lowers me back down on the bed. “No, Blue. That's this.”

  My face heats. Impressive is right.

  He’s too skilled. He's stolen my ability to think of anything but him.

  The way he’s touched me. Fingered me. Kissed me all over.

  My mouth and neck and breasts.

  The heat inside me pulses beyond description. I spread my legs wide.

  “Now, Eden,” I'm begging. “Please. It's your turn: show me.”

  Smiling, he reaches between us, guiding the tip of him to my folds. I arch, desperate for a satisfaction I’ve never known, but want so badly every nerve-ending goes up in flames.

  His gaze locks on mine as he slowly eases his way in.
First a small amount, and then back out.

  The muscles in his neck, his shoulders, are tight. His jaw clenched. But it’s the passion in his eyes that captures me fully.

  I grip his sides, pulling him forward, pushing backwards as he continues to work his way inside me. I know he’s holding back. Being gentle. Allowing my body to conform to his size and rhythm, but I've waited too long.

  We've already done it slow.

  “Give it to me, Eden. No playing nice. Give. It. All.” I arch into his thrust, urging him deeper. The sensation rocks my world.

  Growling, he lets go. Pushes into me so fast, so hard, my pussy glides against his cock. Something tears sharply for a split second. Then there's just new heat, pleasure and pain blurring, colliding, owning every piece of me.

  Holy hell. I never knew what I was missing.

  Being full of him expands my whole universe.

  I don't just lay there and let him work. Tightening my hold, I meet every one of his thrusts, digging my nails in his back as our momentum grows. The pace quickens by the second, his hips pounding into mine, frantic and deliciously rough.

  Every pummel pushes me deeper into the mattress and gives me the buoyancy to rise up to meet the next.

  This is our rhythm.

  Hearts and bodies and one raging fire.

  Wild and wanton pleasure shuts my eyelids, but I tear them back open, intent on watching him. The wave is coming closer, threatening to swallow both of us. I just know it.

  Next time I come, it won't be alone. And the thought makes coming that much quicker.

  Witnessing his pleasure is powerful. Captivating. So fucking hot.

  “Blue, fuck,” he growls, throwing himself into me.

  His pubic bone drifts against my clit each time he goes deep. My pussy tightens a little more every time I feel the soft smack of his balls against my flesh.

  I'm falling for this cock and it's happening too fast. Much like the man attached to it.

  Every thrust sends us closer and closer to a zone I've only dreamed of.

  I don’t want any of this to end.

  Brent captures my mouth with another demanding kiss that shoots me across the point of no return. I go rigid. Cry out. Sign my body over to ecstasy with a squeal, and my pussy clamps down on his cock so hard he loses himself in one long growl.

  His body goes rock hard as he slams deep inside me, holds himself there, and something swells deep. “Blue! Come!”