The Virgin Sex Queen

by Angela Verdenius

He cocked a brow at her. “To?”

  “To…you know...” She blushed.

  “I don’t mean to take a flashlight down there, ma’am. I’m sure my eyes will be able to see just fine.”

  That had her tugging on the handcuffs again.

  Catching one wrist in his, he looked down at her. “Don’t struggle too much, baby, you don’t want to leave marks on your pretty little wrists.”

  “Alan, you can’t -” Her breath caught as he cupped a breast and flicked his thumb over the still hard nipple, torturing the little nub.

  “Now just have faith in the law, ma’am. It’s my duty to see to your well being.” Whipping off his sunglasses, he laid them on the bedside table and winked at her. “My personal duty, if you know what I mean.”

  She would have protested more expect that he swallowed them, bending low over her to plunder her mouth, kissing deeply, loving the taste of her that exploded on his tongue.

  While he kept her mouth busy, he slid his other hand down her belly and between her thighs, cupping and massaging her mound, catching her moans and swallowing them, using his mouth to seduce, his hands to play, finding the little clitoris high up and thumbing it.

  She almost fell apart then and there, arching up into him. Time for the next step, hallelujah.

  Moving swiftly, he slid down her body, going around the end of the bed and crawling up on it, looking her directly in the eyes as he lowered himself between her spread thighs.

  “Oh no!” She shuddered, need and embarrassment warring on her face and in her body.

  Even as she tried to deny him by the unsuccessful attempt to close her thighs - kind of hard to do when he was already between them - she arched into his touch when he reached out and strummed that delicate nub sheltering between her labias.

  Sophie was responsive, all right. And while he had her there…

  Alan moved right up, his shoulders forcing her thighs wider, giving him room, and then he was there.

  Right there.

  In a firm motion he grabbed the hem of her nightgown and ripped it right up the middle, baring her to view from upper thighs to belly. That was fine, it was all he needed right now.

  “Alan,” she choked out.

  “Ma’am,” he growled, “I’m going to conduct a taste test while I’m here to check for traces of illicit substances on your skin. Now lie back and just relax.” He grinned wolfishly. “And enjoy, Soph. I sure as hell know I’m going to.”

  Dinner was served.

  Before she had a chance to voice the panic showing on her face, Alan licked her. Her position was wide open to him, nothing to prevent him for enjoying the feast laid out for his devouring appetite.

  Oh man, he was going to love this.

  Her taste burst upon his tongue, the essence of her womanhood so different to that of her mouth, but delicious just the same. It was all Sophie.

  Tonguing her, he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her perineum, dipping the tip into the opening of her secrets, taking her cream inside himself.

  The little clitoris wasn’t spared. He sucked it, toyed with it, massaged it with his tongue. Bit it lightly, carefully, with his teeth.

  Oh yeah, she was screaming his name all right.

  “Oh God! Oh Alan! Ohhhhhh!!”

  He bet her descriptions of a heroine being licked out was nothing like this. He sucked on her, drawing, feeling her thrash and holding her down with his hands on her hips as she shattered, arching up wildly before falling back on the bed.

  Manfully ignoring the urgent throbbing of his shaft, he lifted his head to eye Sophie slumped back on the bed. Yep, that was just how he wanted her. While she was still blissfully floating around in depleted cupiscence, phase two was in operation.

  Carefully moving back from between her thighs, he straightened and allowed his gaze to wander over her. There was no doubting that she wasn’t a gym bunny, but man, those voluptuous curves she rocked just did it for him. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so decadent in his life. Those lush hips and pillowy boobs were just made for a man to grab, suck and hold onto while he rode her right to Eros and back again.

  That was his plan, too. God above, yes.

  Gaze wandering over her, he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging out of it to toss over the nearby chair. Toeing off his boots, he slipped his socks off and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them away.

  The head of his shaft jutted angrily out of the top of his jocks, obviously trying to escape to bury into a tight, hot sheath. They were of a mind.

  Grinning, Alan shoved his jocks down and stepped out of them, his shaft finally free of the confining material.

  Crossing to the bed, he leaned down and gently took hold of the rip in her nightgown and slowly and carefully, he ripped it the rest of the up until the lace binding at the top gave way and he could flick the sides apart.

  Yeah, there she was, a voluptuous Venus reclining on the bed, waiting for him.

  “Hey, Soph.” He didn’t care that his voice was a harsh growl of lust.

  “Mmm?” She hummed dreamily.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Slowly, lazily, she did so, the green of her hazel irises much darker than normal. The expression on her face was sultry and he bet she didn’t have a clue. Her gaze slid over him, across his face to his chest, lower and lower still, and he couldn’t help the jolt of masculine pride when her eyes widened at the sight of his erection.

  Hey, he wasn’t a true man if he wasn’t proud of his own size. Soph wasn’t the first woman to be a little in awe, but funnily enough, she was the only one he wanted to impress. Really impress.

  “Ma’am?” Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he pumped once, watching her pupils dilate.

  Yeah, he knew how that felt.

  “Ma’am,” he repeated again, “the strip search is over. Now comes the cavity search.”

  A slow, sultry, and very sexy smile curved her lips. “Oh yes, Constable, I’m ready to co-operate now.”

  Oh yeah!

  Reaching across for the keys to the handcuffs, he unlocked them, rubbing her wrists gently and lowering them to the bed beside her before he swung lithely over her. “Wasn’t a question of choices, ma’am.” Catching her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss, he was rewarded immediately by her arms sliding around his neck and her mouth hungrily eating at his.

  His Soph was a fast learner.

  A sudden warm hand wrapping around his shaft had his hips jerking uncontrollably, especially when said little hand slid up his length and a thumb that definitely wasn’t his massaged the tip, the sensation almost making his eyes cross.

  Sucking in a breath, he narrowed his eyes as he looked down into Sophie’s face.

  “I do read,” she whispered. “Am I doing it right?”

  “Keep doing that, ma’am,” he grated, his hold on his own control slipping dangerously as she dexterously worked the tip of his shaft, thumbing the slit and rubbing it lightly one second, firmly the next. “And any hint of civilised law is going out the window.”

  “Is that a promise?” Her eyes gleamed with wicked sensuousness.

  “It’s a warning.”

  “Hmmm, well, I only have one warning right? So I’m using that warning right now.” She tugged the tip of his shaft suddenly, making him catch his own breath. “Oops. None left.”

  “Soph, there’s plenty left in there.”

  “Not what I meant.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him and rubbed the underside of his shaft, the sensitised skin almost screaming in sheer pleasure. “Oh, Constable, I -”

  Catching her mouth ruthlessly, he didn’t let her finish the words, kissing harshly, muffling her taunting laughter at the same time he shoved her thighs wide with his legs, his lower body slamming against hers, and with one hard shove he was inside her, tunnelling deep and burying high.

  She almost screamed in his mouth.

  His heart was pounding as hard as the blood in his engorged shaft, but
he managed to hold still. “Soph, God, I’m sorry, was I too rough-”

  “Don’t stop now!” Fingers twining in his hair, she yanked him back down and kissed him as ruthlessly as he’d done to her just seconds ago.

  Her hips arched up demandingly and he was done for. Letting loose his craven desire for her, he rode her hard, hips pumping, thrusting deep, glorying in the soft flesh beneath him, the hotness of her cream coating him as he buried himself deep inside her tight sheath over and over.

  Lust and domination rode him hard, the need to mark her, to let her know how much he craved her, to master her so she’d always know his touch, his taste, his scent, his very nearness, overwhelmed him.

  He rode her until they were both panting for air, until their hearts thundered in their chests, their hands grasping and holding, touching and smoothing, fingers digging into flesh, legs twining, riding until with one last hard thrust and shouted “Damn, Soph!” he pushed them out into a shattering orgasm that seemed to last an eternity and only a few precious seconds all at once.

  Trembling, sweating, gasping for breath, they slowly floated back to awareness. On arms that actually shook, Alan managed to lift himself off her a little to check how she was, all the time his muscles threatening to give out.

  When he moved, she opened her eyes a crack. “Hot damn,” she whispered. “You are a stud.”

  “Yes,” he agreed with a satisfied smile, even as his muscles shook and his heart stuttered in an attempt to get back to an even rhythm. “Yes, I am.”

  She laughed weakly, slapping him lightly against the chest with one hand.

  “And you.” He dropped onto her, not caring that she gave a little grunt at his weight, and placed his mouth at her ear. “You are a Sex Queen.”

  “Crap on.”

  “Well, you were a virginal Sex Queen, now you’re a little more experienced.” He kissed her ear before dropping his forehead to the pillow beside her head. “Just give me a little time and we’ll try something else.”

  “Best plan ever.”

  That was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep in utter, luxuriant, depleted exhaustion, Soph in his arms and her scent curling through his senses.

  During the night he woke craving her, waking her up without a qualm to slake his carnal thirst, delighting that she responded so quickly, so eagerly.

  As he fell asleep once more with his sweat drying on his skin and a sleepy, sated Sophie in his arms, her lush curves pressed against him, he grinned. Man, he was a legend. He’d made the Sex Queen scream. Several times.

  God, he felt good. Like he could take on the world. Which he could, as soon as he got his strength back. That might take longer than normal.

  ~*~

  “I really think it’d be a good idea to keep your windows shut at night,” Debbie said stiffly.

  Sophie looked blankly at her. “But we’ve been having such nice weather.”

  “Sound carries.”

  Sophie didn’t have a clue what she was on about.

  Sam, leaning against the fence beside her, gave a strangled sound.

  “Every night you’re away working,” Debbie informed him coldly, “there have been dubious sounds coming from your house, Sam.”

  Uh-oh. Sophie glanced down to see Alan kneeling at her feet, a handful of weeds in one hand and a smirk on his face. She lightly kicked his knee where it rested by her foot before transferring her gaze to Debbie’s face. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

  “A divine power has been screamed out several times, along with a certain man’s name.”

  “Really?” Sophie kicked out at Alan again when one of his hands wrapped around her calf and started to inch higher. “Can’t imagine who’d be doing that.”

  “It was your voice.”

  Sam sighed.

  “Really?” She knew exactly what the wandering hand was up to, and it wasn’t going to happen. Not here.

  Another sideways kick, this time without looking, to be rewarded with a muttered curse.

  Sam laughed outright.

  “And,” Debbie continued with cold disapproval, “I heard him scream out your name. Several times.”

  Sophie smiled. Yeah, she’d made Alan scream all right. And beg for more.

  “Sophie Willow!” Debbie glared at her. “I know you and Alan have been up to some kinky things, perverted things, screaming and doing God knows what in that house while Sam’s been away-”

  “Well, Debbie, we’re hardly going to do it with Sam here.” God bless the game face.

  Debbie was the one who went red. “Have you no shame?”

  “I did, but it got banged out of me.”

  “Oh!”

  “I was more like ‘holy cow!’ but whatever.”

  Sam’s forehead dropped onto the fence.

  Sophie felt a shaking against her leg and didn’t have to look down to know that Alan was howling silently while leaning back against her. Idiot, she thought fondly.

  “You are disgusting!” Debbie turned and stormed away.

  “Thanks!” Sophie looked down at Alan. “Not you.”

  “Oh my God,” he choked.

  Sam lifted his head to look at them in resignation. “Do I want to know?”

  “No.” Sophie blushed.

  “I’m a legend.” Alan spread his hands out in mock humility. “What can I say?”

  “Nothing,” Sam replied. “Trust me, nothing. I don’t want to hear what you’re doing to my little cousin.”

  “Hey, man, what can I teach Sophie?” Pushing upright, Alan wrapped one arm around Sophie and leaned down to kiss her smackingly on her cheek. “She’s the Sex Queen, remember?”

  She blushed and snuggled closer.

  Sam looked at him wryly. “Obviously you can make her scream. Oh God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

  Alan grinned widely.

  Sophie laughed.

  “You two lovebirds can coo all you want, I need to get this garden finished.” Sam started walking back towards the shed.

  “Come on.” Alan grabbed her hand.

  “Where are we going?”

  “For a walk.”

  “Really? But Sam-”

  “Is just fine,” her cousin called out as he disappeared into the shed.

  “Just a small walk,” Alan said. “Stretch our legs, give the neighbours something to stare at.”

  Laughing, she fell into step beside him. They walked down the block in companionable silence, Alan slowing his longer strides so she could keep up.

  That’s what she loved about Alan, he knew her so well, both in role play, love making, and everyday life. He already knew what flowers she liked without her having told him, cooked her favourite meal, sat with her on the veranda at night and kept her company as she relaxed in the quiet of the night, her favourite thing to do before bedtime.

  And her fantasies, well, Sophie sighed dreamily. The man knew how to press her buttons. He could have her laughing, moaning, or yes, screaming his name. He knew just how far to take her, knew her limits, and not once did he laugh at her. The truth was he got just as much enjoyment from their encounters.

  Nor did he make a derisive remark when she took him outside before Sam left one night to make a confession.

  Even now she remembered it.

  “Alan.”

  “Soph.” He studied her.

  That was the thing, when he looked at her, he looked at her. He saw her. He knew her in ways no one else did, and that didn’t just include her naked body which he now knew inside out and back to front.

  Every bit of shyness and self consciousness had fled beneath his hands and admiring gaze, his gentle loving and his rough passion, both of which satisfied her lonely, aching, and yes, horny heart.

  “You know my fantasies.”

  “Very well.” He grinned.

  “Hmmm. Well, the thing is, I know we’ve done quite a few of them.”

  “And I’ve taught you some you didn’t know.”

  “Se
x god.” She nudged him.

  “Sex Queen.” He nudged her back.

  “Well, the thing is, I have a limit.”

  He was silent for a long minute before he asked quietly, “You don’t want to play anymore?”

  “Oh no! No, I do.”

  He relaxed.

  “I just wanted to say, not every fantasy is one I actually want to do.”

  Head canted to one side, Alan studied her again, this time with that uncanny knack he seemed to have of reading her. “Playroom.”

  What could she say to that? The man knew her books. “It is extreme, I admit that.”

  “You don’t want extreme.”

  “I’m not into pain.”

  He smiled.

  “If you’re laughing at me,” she said with deceptive mildness, “I’ll see what pain you can take. Right now.”

  Reaching out, he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head back, looking deep into her eyes with sincerity in every line of his face. “Baby, I wouldn’t laugh at you when we’re discussing things we share.”

  “What if we weren’t sharing it?”

  His brows drew down. “Are you thinking of sharing with anyone else?”

  “No. I just meant - never mind, I don’t even know what I meant.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Anyway.” She rolled her eyes before continuing. “Anyway, I’m just saying, Playroom was an extreme erotic romance that goes way past what I’m comfortable with myself. Nipple clamps are painful, I know.”

  His eyes widened.

  “No, you nong. I haven’t tried it and I’m not going to, let me give you the tip.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Because those nipples are mine.”

  “I beg your pardon.”

  “Only I play with them.”

  “Can we keep to the subject?”

  “Hey, you started it.”

  “Anyway, I asked a few girls I knew who were into that kind of thing, the heavy BDSM. They like pain. They told me things, and I wrote the story around the BDSM scene. It doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with the scene personally for myself.”

  “Okay.”

  “Is that disappointing?”

  “Actually, I’m relieved.”

  That surprised her. “You are?”

  “Yeah. Soph, I can do a lot of things to you, with you, and hell, I like it. Love it. Get off on it. But causing you pain or humiliation is something I can’t do, whether you’re happy with it or not. I’m just not that kind of bloke. In fact…”