In My Bed

by Jennifer LaCross

  My breath catches as his pants drop and I get my first glimpse of him entirely naked. I already knew he’d be big, but wow—he’s thick and long and hard and … absolutely perfect. I moan a little as I lick my lips, wanting to taste the drop of pre-cum that just beaded at the tip. I hear him chuckle and my eyes flick up to meet his, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.

  I smile and move closer, my long, slender fingers barely wrapping around his girth as I stroke his impressive length. “I wonder if I can fit it all in my mouth,” I question aloud as I kneel in front of him, already knowing that the task is impossible.

  He smiles, that smugness still present on his face as he presses his hips forward and pumps into my hand. I flick my tongue out and lick the tip, the saltiness invading my taste buds. But I’ve barely wrapped my lips around the crown when I’m hoisted up and tossed into the center of his bed. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the end of the bed and sets my feet on the floor. I gasp, surprised that he’s being so rough.

  He looks up at me and slides his finger along my center, pressing against my opening, the lace of my panties blocking his entrance. “I’ve been hard for a month, Jenna. Just your hand around me had me near exploding. If you tried to suck me off, I’d embarrass myself,” he tells me as his moves his hands to my hips.

  “Ah, I see. You’re one of those guys—big promise, no follow-through,” I taunt him.

  He smiles but doesn’t reply. Instead, he just works my panties down my legs until they’re around my ankles. He keeps them there as he spreads my feet wide and moves between my knees. My panties are stretched so tight that I can’t take them off, my feet rooted to the ground as he kneels on the material. I lean up on my elbows and look down at him, his eyes riveted to my folds as he moves in close.

  “You’re into bondage?” I ask, surprised and completely aroused.

  “I’m into a little bit of everything,” he replies, his eyes not moving to look up as he answers me.

  I smile a satisfied smile, completely elated to learn that my new boyfriend can get freaky. I knew that Nate and I would be physically compatible considering how my body reacts to his, but I wasn’t sure how adventurous he’d be. I love sex, and love it even more when it’s interesting, and based on this first experience with Nate, I’d say that I’m in for a whole lot of adventure with him.

  My mind shuts down as his tongue trails up my center. It’s a slow caress, his tongue working over me until he gets to my clit and circles it before sucking it into his mouth. Two long fingers slide inside me as I moan out his name. He replies with a groan, the vibrations traveling through me as he flicks the bud with his tongue.

  I continue to watch him as his fingers start to move in and out, hooking them and pressing against my g-spot. I twist my hips as I try to pull away, but at the same time get closer, on that edge between exquisite torture and complete pleasure. My feet stay firmly planted on the ground, unable to move while Nate continues to kneel on my panties. I let my body fall to the bed, writhing as his tongue and fingers work me closer and closer to orgasm. I reach down and pull his hair as I feel it start to wash over me, the waves of release making my shudder as I groan my pleasure.

  I feel his fingers slow their movement as his tongue continues to slowly work over me until I come down. My eyes are closed as I feel him stand and move away from me, and I open them in time to see him use a towel to wipe his face. When he looks over at me, he smiles, looking more charming than smug.

  “Still think I can’t follow-through?” he asks.

  I laugh and kick off my panties before I move up the bed so my head rests on the pillows. “If I say yes, will you fuck me harder?” I ask as I open my legs.

  “If you say fuck me harder, I’ll fuck you harder. If you say yes, I’ll call you a liar.”

  I laugh, the sound dying on my lips as he climbs on the bed and crawls toward me. His hands land on either side of my head as he moves between my legs, his hardness rubbing against me and making us both moan. I reach over to the nightstand and grab one of the condoms, ripping it open and sliding it down his length before I circle the head around my clit.

  We stare at each other, everything passing between us even though neither of us says a word. I line his cock up with my entrance and lift my hips as he presses forward, the tip sliding inside of me as I close my eyes.

  I expect him to continue moving into me, but he stills. “Jenna,” he whispers, my eyes opening at the tender sound of his voice. “Keep your eyes open. I want you here with me,” he says as he pushes further into me, before pulling out. He pumps in and out of me slowly, giving me more and more of his length each time so I can adjust to his considerable size.

  When he’s all the way inside of me, my legs wrap around him and he smiles. The look on his face completely disarms me because he doesn’t look out of control with lust; he looks content. And that’s exactly how I feel. For some reason, I thought that sex with Nate would be the same as the sex I’ve had with other guys only more explosive because my attraction to him is so intense. But the truth is, having Nate inside of me is satisfying on an entirely different level.

  I feel physically and emotionally gratified.

  When he starts moving again, he goes slowly, allowing me to feel his entire length bump against every ridge inside of me. My nails scrape down his back as he pounds into me, his speed increasing and his thrusts becoming more powerful as the head of his cock rubs my g-spot, bringing me closer each time he pulls out of me. I lift my hips to meet him and dig my heels into his ass, trying to pull him deeper as he drives into me.

  One of his hands moves down, sliding between my back and the bed to lift my hips, the slight shift in position creating an entirely different sensation. The new angle sends me flying as I come around his cock, my muscles squeezing him as he presses his entire length into me and groans his release into my neck.

  Time stands still as we lie together. My senses overwhelm me as I commit this moment to memory—our stuttered breathing, our hearts racing, our bodies pressed together and his scent surrounding us as my orgasm pulses through me. But when I look back at this memory, the thing I’ll remember most, rising above everything physical, is that being with Nate made me happy.

  His movements slow and our breaths even out as we lie together, our limbs tangled and still connected. I shift and realize that he’s still completely hard inside of me and I smile. He circles his hips before pulling out of me, taking off the condom and immediately replacing it with a new one. His eyes flick to mine as he kneels on the bed, his mouth tipping up on one side with a small smile.

  “I warned you I’d be insatiable,” he says, gripping my hips and lifting me to pull me on top of him as he flops onto the bed.

  My legs straddle his hips as his erection lays between us, the tip against my clit. I grind down on him, both of us moaning in pleasure as I start to slide against him. “I think I can keep up,” I say with a smile. I lift up then move back down, his length sliding into me as I continue to lower myself until he’s fully inside me. This position allows him to go deeper than before and my breath hitches. I swirl my hips, lifting up while his fingers travel over my stomach and up to my breasts, his big hands covering them as I ride his cock, working us both toward another release.

  When we come again, I only have a few minutes to recover before he’s pulling me onto my knees and taking me from behind. We fuck each other until the early hours of the morning, both of us coming over and over and over again, but neither of us anywhere near satiated.

  I don’t ever think I’ll have my fill of Nate.

  Chapter 17

  I wake up to soft kisses on my neck and gentle hands on my stomach as Nate’s long fingers draw random patterns across my skin. Sighing in bliss, I press back into him as a lazy smile stretches across my face. His erection nestles against my ass so I know he wants me, but his touches stay sweet and slow.

  “Good morning,” he mumbles near my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through me.


  “Morning,” I reply, my voice still thick with sleep.

  “Do you have any big plans for today?” he asks, his heat leaving me as he turns to lie on his back.

  I flip over to my other side, his arm coming around me as my leg wraps over him and my hand settles on his hard chest. “Just the usual. Lunch with Rachel and some studying.”

  “Are you planning on telling her about us yet?”

  I sigh and shake my head against him. “It doesn’t have anything to do with us. I know she’ll be happy for me, but I also know she’ll be hurt that I never let her see the side of me that you saw on Friday night. She’s supposed to be my best friend, and I haven’t let her get to know the real me.”

  “The longer you wait to tell her, the more hurt she’s going to be,” he reminds me.

  “I know. I just need to settle into us before I start to deal with the other ways my trust issues have fucked up my life.”

  “You’re overthinking it, but I told you that I’d be patient and I will be,” he sighs as his large hand reaches to cover mine on his chest, our fingers intertwining against his skin. “You know, I still owe you dinner.”

  “Huh?”

  “From last night. We didn’t end up eating.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I say with a smile as I remember the reason why we never stopped to order food. “But I have to disagree—you did plenty of eating.”

  He laughs, his chest vibrating under my cheek as he pulls me closer. “Even though you’re technically right, that isn’t the type of eating I’m talking about. What I meant was that I’d like to take you out on that date we talked about.”

  I smile, running my foot along his calf. “We can do that tonight if you want.”

  “Perfect.” He kisses my forehead. “What time do I have to take you home for lunch?”

  I check the clock on his nightstand. “We’ve got about two hours.”

  His hand lifts off of mine, his fingers dancing up my arm and down my side until he grips my hip.

  “You got something in mind to help us pass the time?” My voice is breathy as his fingers gently press into my skin.

  Rolling on top of me, his eternally hard cock presses against my naked pussy. “I could think of a few ways,” he murmurs as he trails kisses across my collarbone.

  “I’m always open to suggestions.”

  “There’s a problem though,” he says, pushing up on his hands so he can look down into my eyes.

  “What’s that?” I ask, smiling in response to his playful tone.

  “I know you want to hold off on telling Rachel, but you might have a hard time keeping it from her if we do what I want to do right now.” His hand moves between my thighs, his fingers slipping into me as his thumb circles my clit.

  “And why’s that, Nate?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as his fingers pump inside of me.

  “Well, the number of times I plan to make you come in the next two hours will be more than worthy of some girl talk.”

  His promise makes my body tighten, my muscles pulsing around his fingers as my breathing stutters. His hand works me until I’m panting, my hips pumping to the rhythm of his fingers as I come for the first time in a long line of orgasms.

  The final number of the morning? I don’t remember as I was too busy coming.

  ***

  Nate was right—so, so, so, so right. We’ve been hanging out for around a month and I haven’t told Rachel about it, but for some reason not bringing Nate up at lunch is way harder than I thought it’d be. The surprising part is that it’s not because the sex is beyond incredible—though I’ve got to say that it absolutely is. It’s because being with him just makes me … happy. It’s simple and wonderful and something I haven’t truly felt in a long time.

  I was scared to start a relationship, and I can’t deny that I’m still a bit fearful that this will end terribly. But now that I’m with him, I keep kicking myself that I didn’t give in sooner.

  “I know I’m gushing, but I’m just so happy with him,” she tells me as she smiles, her eyes focused down on her plate. When she looks back up, her smile drops a little. “I’m annoying you, aren’t I?”

  Oops. I guess my expression wasn’t as supportive as I thought. It’s not that I’m annoyed with her gushing. I’m biting my tongue and trying to keep from gushing myself. I want so badly to tell her about Nate, but I’m not quite ready to deal with the mess I’ve made of our one-sided friendship. I’ve gone from seeing myself as ballsy and brave, to recognizing the fear and weakness inside me. It’s a big shift in my perception of myself—who I thought I was versus who I actually am.

  I school my features, brightening myself as I reassure her. “You’re not even close to annoying me. I love hearing about your happiness.” And that’s the truth.

  “Are you sure? Because you looked a little off there for a second.”

  I clear my throat and nod my head as I take a bite of my sandwich. “Yeah, you’re fine. It’s just …” I sigh, thinking about all the things I want to tell her.

  I want to go on and on and about what I did over and over and over again last night. I want to open up about my past and why I’ve been choosing to stay away from relationships. I’m dying to tell her how the sweet and normal moments with Nate are just as wonderful as the crazy and passionate moments we have in bed.

  But instead, I open myself up in a different way. “I decided to start performing again.”

  Her eyes and mouth open wide. Even though I haven’t shared my reasons for not performing anymore, I know she had come up with her own conclusions. Usually, when a dancer of my caliber stops performing, it’s because of an injury and I’ve never corrected that assumption. I never thought it was that big a deal, but now I know that it’s just another lie in the middle of our friendship.

  I’m so wrapped up in my guilt, that when she replies I barely hear her, and I have to ask her to repeat herself.

  “I said that I’m just a little shocked. I guess I just always assumed you couldn’t dance like that anymore.” Even though she’s smiling, I see the questions in her eyes.

  “I can,” I tell her. “I just changed my plans when I decided to teach and never thought about doing both. I’m just going to perform for fun. Try out for a local production, or join a dance group—something like that.”

  Her smile becomes easier with my explanation. “Well, I’m proud of you. It sounds like something you really want to do, and however you choose to do it, you’ll do great.”

  “Thanks.” Her support and encouragement make me smile, even though the guilt over not sharing everything with her turns over my stomach.

  We finish eating lunch and she goes to her floor meeting while I go back to my room to do some school work. I don’t have much to do, so when I’m done, I pull out my file where I keep all of the audition flyers that I’ve collected from around the community. I grab any one I see just in case it might an opportunity of one of the students on my floor. Browsing through, I look for something I might be interested in doing or joining.

  There are few different dance groups in the area looking for new members, but the meeting times don’t work with my schedule. There are some productions, both small and large, being put on by performance groups in the area, but the practice schedule for a production is usually much more intensive than I have time for. Not finding anything in the stack of papers, I pull out my laptop and start to search for something that would work for me.

  After thirty minutes of looking, I finally find something that’ll work for me. The dance department at my school puts on a quarterly showcase where they invite donors to come and see some of the students perform. I’ve never really paid attention to my teachers when they’ve talked about it, not interested in performing in front of an audience, but this seems like the perfect place for me to start performing again. The page online lists that the auditions for the end of the semester showcase will be taking place in a few weeks, giving me just enough time to prepare something.

/>   My heart pounds, the excitement of performing again making me beam. I have an hour until Nate comes to pick me up for our date, so I use the time to get ready and think about what I want to do for the audition.

  ***

  I’m sliding my foot into a pair of black heels when I hear a knock at my door. I glance at the clock, grinning when I see that Nate is right on time. I grab my purse and jacket before opening the door.

  When he texted me earlier and told me to dress nice for dinner, I decided to wear my red peplum dress. The hem touches just above my knee and the neckline is high in the front, but the back dips into a deep V, showing off some skin. I expected him to be dressed nice as well, but he looks completely devastating. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a slim-fitted white collared dress shirt, and a worn, black leather jacket. He even has a black skinny tie hanging down the center of his chest. I reach for it, pulling him into a deep kiss, his hands moving to my waist as he steadies me.

  Our connection is intense and far too brief, Nate pulling back before it can get too heated.

  “Hey.” His greeting is low as he leans back to look at me. He looks completely irresistible with some hair falling into his eyes and I reach up to tuck it behind his ear.

  “Hey.”

  He takes a step back so he can look at me, his eyes scanning over my figure as he takes my hand. “You look beautiful.”

  The simple word makes my heart flutter. “Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself.”

  “I’m glad you think so.”

  We move into the hall and I close my door behind us before we walk to the stairs. “Where are we headed?” I ask him as climb into his truck. “Is it someplace I’ve been before?”

  “I think you know the place,” he says, a sly smile on his face.

  ***

  We’re sitting across the table from each other as he takes a sip of his beer. “When you said to dress nice, I thought we’d be going someplace a little fancier.” I laugh.