by ANDREA SMITH
My voice cracked as tears started flowing again.
He immediately enfolded me into his strong arms, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed back from him. I needed to finish what I started.
“Please listen to what I’m saying because it’s extremely difficult to say this to you.”
He nodded, waiting for me to continue.
“My bedroom is directly upstairs from Mom and Slate’s. I hear them sometimes making love. Sometimes it’s loud and sexual. Other times, like tonight, it’s soft and consoling. It’s their connection sexually that accommodates what they need at the moment. It’s really beautiful. It’s their love for each other that sets the tone of their sexual play.”
“Lindsey look, I have—”
“Please hear me out. I get that they love each other. I realize that you and me—well, we’re barely friends, in all honesty. I’m telling you this because, right now, I need to feel that sexual closeness with someone. I want it to be with you.”
He moved away from me, raking his hands through his thick mass of hair. I could tell I’d freaked him out.
“Lindsey,” he said softly, “please let me explain myself to you, okay?”
I nodded, my eyes locked with his.
“A few weeks ago, when I—when we—well, when we started something that we didn’t finish, I had no clue that you were inexperienced. I would’ve felt like a total piece-of-shit if I’d taken advantage of you.”
“We both wanted it. You know that.”
“Maybe so, but I was totally under the impression that you likely had some high-school or college lovers in your past. I mean, please believe me, I didn’t intend for you and me to be a one-night-stand. I figured we could kick it for a while, no strings attached, and just enjoy it for what it was.”
“So, what makes you think differently now?”
“Experience,” he answered flatly. “Lindsey, I’m older than you. I’ve been around the block and I’ve learned things from my experience. One thing I’ve learned is that a woman’s first time often leads her to developing feelings of attachment that may not be reciprocated. I’m not into attachments and, in particular, I’m not about to do anything that would hurt you emotionally.”
“Oh, I get it,” I replied. “So, you think the moment you ‘do me’ I’m going to fall in love and want to set the date or something?”
“I’m just saying that you could develop an attachment that I’d not reciprocate. It’s not who I am. I’m devoted to one thing and one thing only and that’s my career.”
“Well, I guess you’re kind of fucking full of yourself then, aren’t you? Is it inconceivable that maybe the only thing I’m interested in is getting the experience I currently lack? I mean, come on, Taz, you’re certainly not my idea of a ‘happily ever after’ prospect for a variety of reasons.”
He cocked an eyebrow, studying me intently. I liked the fact that I’d subtly put him in his place. It was time for me to go in for the kill. I’d strategized this in my mind the whole way over.
“Look,” I said, “it’s quite simple. I could use some physical comforting tonight. I want to make love for the very first time. The fact that I have no experience is something that you already know. The fact that you can provide me with the experience I need going forward, is something that I already know.”
He sucked his breath in, rubbing his hand across his face.
“What the hell, Lindsey?”
“It’s simple, Taz. Teach me how to fuck. There are no strings attached. With everything that’s happened recently, I’m finding myself drawn to Kyzer. He just may be the one that I could engage with in my first-ever serious relationship. I’m not talking marriage at my age. I’m talking about being able to hold my own with a college man that I could, quite frankly, have a future with at some point. I don’t want to come across as some ‘bumbling’ virgin when the time comes.”
He stood up, walking away from me as if he was having difficulty in rationalizing what I’d just shared. He spun around, looking totally perplexed.
“Kyzer? Really?”
I nodded. “There’s just something about him, I guess.”
Taz came back to where I was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were gazing into mine intently. He held his hand down to me. I placed mine into it and he pulled me up from the couch.
We were now standing face-to-face. He looked down into my eyes. His expression was serious.
“I promised Slate I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said. “He suspected something happened between us, for some reason. I didn’t tell him a thing.”
“I’m not looking to get hurt, Taz. I’m just looking to get laid.”
We were mere inches apart. I could feel the heat of his body close to mine. His hands fisted in my hair as he pulled my face up close to his. His lips lowered to mine and he kissed me with something close to fury.
I held my ground, meeting his assault on my lips with every bit as much energy and greed of my own. My hands traveled down to the tight swell of his ass as I pulled him in against me, feeling his rock hardness.
He bit my lower lip and his hands were now planted firmly on my ass, roughly massaging it as he pulled me closer yet to him. My body molded against his. He quietly led me to his room, softly shoving me down onto his bed.
“Get your clothes off. I’ll be right back.”
chapter 15
As soon as Taz stepped out of the room, I scrambled to do as he instructed. I sat on his bed, tugging my boots off, my breath coming in shallow increments.
Calm down, Lindsey I told myself silently. This is what you wanted. You’re finally ridding yourself of this pesky piece of flesh that’s more of an albatross than any token of purity.
Finally, butt-naked, I crawled underneath the covers, resting my head on a pillow and pulling the sheets up under my chin.
Taz returned, momentarily placing a couple of items he’d brought with him on the nightstand next to the bed. I didn’t miss the flicker of amusement that crossed his face as he saw me covered with sheets with the top blanket pulled up just underneath my chin.
“Are you cold, Lindsey?” he asked with a slight smile.
“No, I’m good,” I replied, trying my best to muster casualness. I didn’t pull it off.
He lit several candles around the room.
“These are aromatherapy,” he explained. “They promote relaxation which is key to experiencing ultimate pleasure. It also provides more intimate lighting. Having sex in total darkness does not lend itself to the visual aspect of the act…watching your partner’s body language and facial expressions, making words unnecessary to know what pleases each other.”
I shivered a bit underneath my cocoon of covers. Taz was approaching this in a very tutorial way. I liked that. It made it seem less desperate on my part. He switched his Bose system on; soft music drifted from the surround-sound speakers throughout the room. He’d created some impressive ambience.
“How much do you know about a man’s body, Lindsey? I’m not trying to delve into your business, but it’d help me to know.”
I felt my skin flush underneath all of the covers I’d heaped over myself; might as well be honest.
“Not a lot. I mean, I’ve lain naked with my boyfriends before. They’ve had their fingers on me—in me,” I stuttered. “I attempted to give Adam oral sex once. He said I did it wrong.”
Oh God, now I was beet red from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Taz was fine with it.
“We won’t worry about that aspect of it this morning,” he stated plainly. “We’re going to focus totally on your pleasure and breaking the seal, so to speak.”
Nicely put.
He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. I marveled at his lovely muscular frame, broad shoulders, ripped chest and abs. I loved the half sleeve tattoo on his right arm. It was a serpent wound around the branch of a tree. An owl was perched on the limb, looking as if he felt no
threat whatsoever as the serpent was poised to strike.
My attention went back to Taz’s face as his eyes locked with mine. He lowered his sweats, allowing the long, thick expanse of his cock to spring free. It looked to be at half-mast already.
I sucked my breath in, not meaning to be quite so obvious. Christ, I wasn’t sure about this. It was long and thick, and I could see that he hadn’t been circumcised.
Both Lance and Adam had been, though I wasn’t sure how that made any difference when it came to overall length and girth. Neither of their packages came close to what Taz had hanging.
He dropped his knee to the bed and pulled the covers off of me. I saw his eyes peruse the length of my naked body.
He’d seen it all before, but not like this. Not in the soft glow of the candlelight, not knowing what he knew now.
“Roll over onto your belly,” he instructed softly.
“Really?” My voice had a slight quiver to it.
“Relax,” he laughed gently. “I need to get you relaxed, baby. Trust me?”
I nodded as I rolled over onto my stomach. I felt Taz hover over me as he lifted a small bottle of something that he’d brought into the room with him.
I felt him pour a trail of warm, oily liquid onto my back. His hands immediately started to gently massage the warm oil into my skin. It seemed to get warmer as he rubbed gently in circular motions over my shoulders, between, them and then on down to my lower back.
I moaned softly as he continued administering the warming oil to my hips, my butt and then on lower to the back of my thighs.
“This is a special blended massage oil,” he explained softly. “It does warm upon contact to the skin. It also contains pheromones that promote a feeling of calm and relaxation. How does it feel, Lindsey?”
“Mmm,” I sighed, “it feels so good.”
Taz continued the erotic massage, covering every part of my body, including my feet which nearly caused me to climax then and there. I’d no idea that feet were considered an erogenous zone until he clued me in as he saw my reaction to his magical oil and hands.
“Roll over now. Let’s do the front.”
I did so without hesitation. I was eager to feel his hands with that lovely oil all over the front of me now.
It was exquisite. He took his time, gently, soothingly rubbing all of the fear, anxiety and frustration out of me. God, this felt like heaven.
He straddled me and, as his fingertips circled my nipples, I could feel his erection grow. The tip of his cock was now lightly brushing back and forth against my stomach and abdomen.
His head lowered and his tongue now circled the rosy peaks of my breasts, flicking over them, his teeth ever so gently nipping at the crests. His hands moved lower, gently caressing my hips and thighs. His fingertips massaged the soft folds of my pussy…plying them apart and working magic with his expert touch.
He leaned back over towards the stand, wiping his hands free of the oil with a towel he’d placed there. He picked up another bottle of clear liquid.
“This is lubrication, Lindsey. This one’s okay to be used on the genital areas. It also has a warming ingredient that’ll assist in preparing you for penetration.”
I watched as he poured several drops into his hand and then proceeded to massage the lubricating oil throughout the folds of my pussy, his fingers now gently entering me in soft in and out strokes. My eyes were glassy with pleasure. I wanted more.
“Taz,” I softly moaned, “Please?”
“Not quite there yet, baby girl. Be patient.”
He continued the gyrations with his fingers, adding a third one. While it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t quite as pleasurable as with just two. My hips were rotating with pleasure, moving up and down as he fingered me expertly.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed softly to me, his voice husky and sexy. “That’s my baby girl.”
His mouth found mine and we kissed.
I circled my arms around his strong neck, pulling his face closer as his right hand continued fucking me with his long fingers.
I could feel his fingers inside of me; two of them bending at the tips as if signaling a “come here” motion. Whatever spot they were tapping against inside of me felt damn good. I moaned louder now.
Taz’s tongue was exploring my mouth. My tongue found his and they swirled playfully together. I loved the taste of him, the scent of him, and the feel of him. God, if I wasn’t ready to be fucked now, I never would be.
He leaned over, not stopping what his fingers were doing below, and grabbed the condom packet with his other hand. Damn he could multi-task. He ripped it open with his teeth and raised his torso up a bit.
“I want you to put this on my cock,” he instructed. “Start at the tip and then just roll it on down to the base.”
I nodded, watching as he thrust his hardened cock forward a bit. My fingers trembled with the pleasure that I was still feeling in my core as he continued to work his fingers in the most exquisite ways. I rolled the condom down as he instructed.
His free hand checked the reservoir at the tip to make sure it hadn’t been pulled down too tightly. He then grabbed one of the pillows and placed it under my butt to elevate it just a bit.
His mouth lowered back to mine, kissing my lips and tugging at my lower one with his teeth. His tongue found mine again as we kissed. I could feel his fingers leaving me now to grasp the base of his erection.
I felt the head of it as his hand guided it towards me, circling the tip of it to lightly massage my clitoris. I was dripping wet for him. My hips were swiveling now…probably some primal mating instinct telling the male it’s time to bring it on home.
“This is going to hurt, Lindsey. There’s no getting around that. You need to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
His lips were against mine as he whispered those words to me. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.
“I will,” I whispered. “I want you now.”
I felt him push himself deeper inside of me; my legs spread apart instinctively to welcome him in. My hips continued to gyrate against him as he gave a quick thrust to bury himself a bit deeper.
Shit this hurts!
His mouth continued to devour mine, his teeth nipping at my lips, trying to take my mind off of “ground zero,” I suppose. I continued kissing him back and moving beneath him. My fingers were splayed across his back, my nails tracing circular patterns as my hips moved in unison with them. I promised myself I would not cry out.
He gave one final thrust that caused him to moan, as if in pain. It was nothing compared to the searing white pain that shot through me and the scream from me that followed.
He stilled himself inside of me. “Are you okay?”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I nodded, being the “trooper” I was. “The worst is over, right?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“I think so, baby. I need to move inside of you, though. Can you hang with it?”
“I can,” I murmured, unconvinced. I’d asked for this, and by God, Taz was delivering.
And then he moved and it was less painful. He did so again and again. He was now murmuring to me, which I found quite arousing, whispering things to me, and kissing my mouth passionately as he did so.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispered against my lips. “God, you’re so sweet and beautiful.”
His rhythm increased bit by bit. Each time, he would ask if I was okay. I was. I was more than okay.
My legs were now wrapped tightly around his hips. My freshly-massaged feet and toes were digging into his muscular ass with a vengeance. This no longer hurt. This felt damn fine, as a matter of fact.
I felt a different sensation now as Taz continued to rock in and out of me. His hands had pulled my hips up at an angle so that his cock was hitting that same ‘come hither’ spot that his fingers had tapped earlier.
Now it was different. He was swiveling his hips so that th
e tip was circling it over and over again. He would then change course and rock into me so it would hit full force in the center of that seemingly engorged bundle of nerve endings. Damn!
I felt warmth spreading throughout my core that was building up into a vortex of pure pleasure…begging for release.
I heard Taz groan and I was right there with him.
“Oh my God,” I said. “Oh God, don’t stop!”
I couldn’t believe it was me shouting those things to him, but I didn’t care.
Taz rocked in and out of me; both of us moaning and saying things, dirty things to each other. Words that I’d never used before spewed from my lips as the release of my climax unraveled magically and fluidly from me.
We came together and it rocked.
I’d never, ever felt anything so primal and yet so pleasurable in my entire life. I felt as if our bodies, for that moment in time, were fused together as one.
I now knew what all of the fuss was about…why Mom screamed Slate’s name and used language I’d never heard her use before.
It all made perfect sense to me.
As the waves of pleasure washed over us both, I could feel my toes curled up against Taz’s back.
Our climax started winding down, leaving me with a delightful tingling sensation from head to toe.
I placed my hands on either side of this man’s beautiful face and left kisses all over it.
His fingers were tangled in my hair as his arm had somehow ended up curled above my head on the pillow.
His tongue traced over my lips as he whispered softly to me. “You’re my sweet angel, Lindsey.”
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and collecting our thoughts.
Then slowly, he pulled himself out of me, checking below for the damage.
“Baby girl,” he said, “I think maybe you need to take a bath and let some warm water heal you up a little.”
“Is it bad? I’m afraid to look down there.”
“You’ll live,” he laughed, tossing the towel on his night stand so it landed between my sticky wet thighs.