by Leah Collins
Nora was frozen in the moment; her leg astride and her sex open and moist near the head of his cock. No question, she was ready; a drop of her juice slowly trickled the length of him. Alan fisted the sheets. How much could a man take?
"Now?” Her voice was lost in the rushing in his ears. This time had to be perfect; it had to be. But this wasn't, not yet. He eased away. Nora raised her head and looked at him as if he were a wonder of nature, but not a pleasing one.
"Why am I still a virgin?” she demanded.
He'd like the answer to that too. Alan always told the truth, but this situation called for some wise discretion. If he told Nora he wanted this to be more than just a romp, she'd be up and gone in a flash. That wasn't what she wanted from him; all she desired was his expertise.
Alan didn't feel much like an expert right now. Everything was different with Nora, because it mattered to him. But not to her—he had to remember that. He owed it to her to give his best performance, and he would.
At the very least, he'd make sure he was a damned tough act for Derek to follow. That thought still enraged Alan. He'd better make certain Nora had such a great time, she would never want anyone but him.
Ironically, that simple idea hadn't occurred to Alan until now. Maybe he could make love to her so thoroughly, she'd feel it all the way to her heart. That became his plan. He set his course, but knew it had to be carried out very carefully, so as not to tip his hand too early and lose her.
"Mighty impatient for a virgin, aren't you?” Alan tried to sound condescending, and he smiled at her building anger. “Maybe I like to see you squirm, Nora. Maybe I want to push you to your breaking point before I fuck you."
"Alan! I'm not going to wait around for you to—” Her words were cut short by the finger he thrust inside her. She was wet, there was no need to be cautious this time. He brushed the inner walls of her vagina using a relaxing, circular motion. Which was intended to be anything but relaxing to Nora, of course. She tried to finish what she started to say, but the sentence died on her lips.
What a splendid way to keep Nora quiet! How agreeable she was in bed; she who always had the last word. Thoughts of conquering her with his insatiable lust were spinning through his mind.
When she felt ready, Alan worked a second finger in. Her muscles were tight around him, he had to use some effort to move his fingers in and out. When Alan realized those glorious walls were going to surround his cock soon, he almost came then and there.
Groaning, he withdrew his fingers. Nora was dumb with arousal, and couldn't complain if she wanted to. Her eyes followed as he slid the fingers into his mouth to taste her. Her juices were honey-sweet, rich with lust. She blinked twice, aghast that he would do such a thing ... didn't she know?
"I want more,” he whispered. “I want to taste you."
Nora's eyes filled with wonder—the good kind now. She let her thighs relax; Alan spread them apart with his elbows, farther, and farther, until she was completely exposed to his view. She was astonishingly beautiful, with lush pubic hair that glinted fire at her mound. Her skin was flushed deep peach; the small jewel of her clit shone like a pearl.
He let his fingers play lightly in the glistening red hair, combing, then fluffing, the silky mound. His fingers moved lower, stroking her cleft gently, while he kissed the swell of her hips, her thighs. Nora squirmed in discomfort, yet stayed as still as possible.
Her arousal was palpable, emanating off her in waves of fragrant heat. Blood hammered through Alan at the scent of her sweet musk, begging him to taste. His body trembled, he wanted so desperately to possess her this way. Alan explored all of her with the burning heat of his mouth. His tongue languished in her innermost folds.
He held tight, delighting in her sweet juices and returning them in heated breaths. Back and forth his mouth ebbed, taking in part, then all of her at once. When he heard Nora utter a curse, he wrung harder, swaying his head back and forth as he lapped her tender folds.
While his tongue strummed inside her, Alan could feel her swelling pressure. She was trembling, she was close; he wanted to show Nora this path to heaven.
To the strokes of his tongue, he added two fingers, entering deeply, filling her the way she needed. Her body rose to meet his hand and moved against him as she struggled for release. Just a little more, just a little more ... Every breath from Nora was a gasp as she teetered on the brink.
He stroked her tiny bud with his tongue, first softly, then with more pressure. She whimpered. Her hips surged against him, begging for more. His fingers bore deep and rocked Nora against them. When Alan found his mark and bit down with a slow, sensuous nibble, she rocketed over the edge.
"Oh my God, oh my God. Oh ... oh ... Damn you, Alan..."
They were the most beautiful words of surrender he'd ever heard.
Nora's orgasm was intense. He marveled at the strength of the contractions that gripped his fingers. His cock ached in sympathy; his balls pulled so tight, he could hardly breath. He yearned to be part of her now as he let her rest, silent and pensive, beside him.
"Are you back to earth, my dear, so we can continue?” Alan prodded her shoulder, but she didn't move. “Everything all right?"
"I don't like that, Alan, being the only one to ... you know. It makes me uncomfortable to just lie back and—"
"Enjoy it?"
There was a long pause. “Yes,” she said.
Ah, there it was. The admission he'd been waiting for.
"Nora, you'll lose that shyness the more we're together. It's natural! This is all new territory for you.” And me too.
Her face flushed, a smile threatened to break through, and then did. “I like this new territory."
Alan laughed. That was a huge admission for the ultra-secretive Nora. He was making progress.
"If you liked that,” he said as he levered himself over her, “you're going to love this."
"Is it time?"
"We're not punching a clock,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “There's only one first time for us, and I plan to make it last."
At least Alan hoped he'd be able to; his penis was adamantly opposed to that decision and let him know by giving a little spurt. He felt it ooze over his glans. It was a remarkable sensation. Tonight would be a treat beyond all measure. Skin to skin; so perfect that it would be him and Nora.
"Please, Alan, don't wait too long.” Her body angled beneath his, willing their flesh to merge.
Alan didn't need to answer; his traitorous body moved against her with a will of its own, seeking the entrance that would transport him to paradise. His cock found it as easily as if it were home. He nudged and she opened without reserve. She was so very wet. A shudder ran the length of his body as he felt her shimmering heat surround the tip.
He stayed that way for a time, reveling and taunting himself with just an inch of Nora around him. All he wanted to do was fuck her, as hard and fast as he could. To make Nora his before she could change her mind.
His desire to flaunt his prowess was weakening, his need for finesse gone, it all crashed down in a flood of uncontrollable lust. He wanted to take her roughly; to mark her forever; to make her cry out in pain and pleasure. Nora writhed beneath him; her nails scored his shoulders in anticipation, and her gasps were heavy in his ear.
"Do it, Alan. I want you so bad. I'm going to die if you don't."
Alan breached her mouth with his tongue, working the whole of it as if it were her pussy. Nora moaned against him, sucking hungrily as if it were his cock sliding in and out. Both gasped for breath—there was no point in waiting, and be damned if there were.
His crown stretched her entrance, and Nora pushed against it. She gasped when it slid inside.
"Does it hurt?"
"Oh, no, not hurt,” she whispered. He pushed deeper, her breath sucked and held. Alan now felt some resistance, but not strong. When he tested against it, Nora flinched.
"Lift your knees, honey; it'll give me a better angle.” She did, and Alan brace
d himself between her thighs. “I'll make this quick, then I won't move until you tell me to."
He'd never been with a virgin before, but it seemed the right way. Alan eased himself in and out slowly, pushing only the ridge of his crown into her. It took every ounce of his self-control and more.
Moisture trickled at the place their bodies joined, Alan groaned with concentrated effort. He thrust shallow, shallow, and he was damned well going to burst if he didn't take her soon. On one shallow pass, he drew back and thrust hard, pushing halfway in as she gasped in shock.
"Alan ... Alan?"
"Okay, it's okay."
He covered Nora's mouth with his, taking her breath, her pain, and making it his own. If there could ever be a more intimate moment between two people, Alan couldn't imagine it. Nora sobbed once before she caught herself. He kissed the stray tear. His eyes burned hot as well and he blinked hard. When she looked at him, he smiled. She smiled back.
"That's all the pain, love,” he said. “It's all pleasure from now on."
His cock flexed of its own accord. Nora moaned. Their bodies merged with a liquid heat Alan had never felt before. Velvety soft wetness pulsed around him; he could feel every fold, every slippery essence, every quivering response.
He rocked against her slowly, working himself in deeper. Her body welcomed him now, and begged to be filled. “Nora,” he moaned, pushing hard until their hips met. She held him fully. Alan stilled at the sensation; he wanted to curl up against her and have this moment last forever.
"You tell me. You tell me when it's okay to move,” he said.
Nora shifted below him. Her hips swayed gently, as if checking for pain. Her slightest move was intoxicating. His cock quivered, desperately seeking her sweet friction.
"Alan, we're too tight. Either I'm too small or you're too big, don't you think?"
"Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “I can feel your muscles all around me."
"Really?"
"I feel your heartbeat, too."
"Maybe it's your own heartbeat you feel."
"Maybe we're beating in harmony for once, Nora."
She took a minute to ponder that theory. “Want me to tell you what I feel, Alan?"
His cock was way ahead of him on that one. As if to reinforce what Nora might say, he felt it spear larger, harder, thumping her to the core. She snuggled around him; her heat was irresistible, her wetness heavenly. He had to move. For him, there was no more time.
"Tell me whatever you want, but do it while I make love to you."
A short stroke. Nora's eyes closed. She was still.
"Wait, Alan, I'm trying to think of what I need."
"I know what you need. Hold on.” He tucked his legs and knelt before her. Slipping a hand beneath her buttocks, he lifted her against him. Withdrawing, he reentered slowly, slowly, pushing until he could go no further. “I want you to watch, Nora; lift your head and see what I see."
Nora rose to her elbows and gazed down. Alan had pulled out till only the tip of him remained inside. Her mouth fell open. Only the thick shaft of his cock spanned the distance between them. One burnished end attached to him, the other to her.
Her eyes widened as Alan sank in slowly, incrementally. “This is what you need, Nora. You need me hard and deep inside you. That's it. That's all you need."
"That's all I want,” she whispered.
The thin string of Alan's control snapped with her words. Drawing back, he slammed forward, thrusting hard enough to rattle the alarm clock off her nightstand. It hit the floor with a metallic clatter. And he hadn't started yet. Quickening his pace, he pounded into Nora with a ferocity that had visited him only in disturbing dreams. Every nerve in his body jangled as he pummeled against her, piercing as hard and as deep as he could with every pass.
Nora would be sore. She'd be sore from him. Alan groaned at the thought, and bore in harder still, their flesh and bone mashing in searing intensity.
It seemed from a great distance he heard Nora cry out, “No, not pain.” He felt her nails notch his shoulders in passion, her cleft twisting against the crush of their bodies. She ground her pussy hard against his root, as Alan's head whipped back in ecstasy. He plowed deeper. She gripped his shaft with muscles never used on anyone but him.
"Nora, Nor-a,” he moaned in cadence with his climb. He saw the precipice coming, a looming dark oblivion. Poised on the edge, Alan simply let himself go. He couldn't stop it if he tried. His climax buffeted him like a free fall through violent winds.
Wave after wave wrenched from his body, and he cried out loud enough to hear it vibrate off the walls. Each spume was a burning caress; he wanted her to fill with his seed, have her overflow with it, and never want any but his. Sweat slicked their bodies as he ground deeper, desperate to melt her very core.
Her sex contracted with a strength that took his breath. Her orgasm; he'd forgotten in the intensity of his own. Now he felt it, watched it on her face, could see the power he had to bring her pleasure. Nora held him fiercely with arms and legs and mouth. Thrashing against him, she couldn't seem to get close enough. She cried out his name.
His name.
Alan laid his cheek against her forehead and finished in the backwash of her passion. His spine dissolved, and his body melted into hers. Her tension broke with a shudder; her legs fell away and her arms weakened, but she didn't let him go.
He sought her lips but had little strength. His mouth moved over hers, open and panting. Giving up, he collapsed beside her. His penis pulled out wet and heavy, a connection he didn't want broken. He snuggled tighter.
"I love you, Nora.” Alan had no idea he'd said the words aloud until she responded.
"I love you, too.” She sighed.
Same words, different meanings, and he knew it.
Chapter 7
Alan slept.
The smell of spent lust permeated the room, and Nora lay basking in the deep black of the night. She could hear his breathing, soft and even. His arms held her loosely, always seeking contact as they moved within sleep. Alan never spent the night with anyone. Nora was surprised he stayed.
She'd been to the bathroom, and there was no bleeding. It hadn't hurt as much as she imagined, though she was plenty sore through the hips. She looked for bruises she thought were coming but found none. He had left a sizable hickey on her neck.
Nora wanted to sleep, but more, she wanted to marvel at the feeling of having a man in bed next to her. It was wonderful. And it wasn't just sex, but the warm contentment of being close to someone she cared for—but not too deeply. Oh, no, she'd never allow Alan to rope her into certain heartbreak.
Casual sex was what he did best. He did it all the time, and all of the women probably fell in love with him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to do. Nora edged to the far side of the bed. Alan's hand flailed for a moment, then stilled. He turned over.
Nora looked at his sleek silhouette against the moonlit window. Would Derek be casting that shape soon? She hoped so, for her own sake.
"I want you,” Alan whispered against her ear.
Nora must have slept; she woke now to inky darkness and a pair of roving hands. Without thought, she opened her arms and thighs for him. She felt the hard press of his body. There were no preliminaries. None were needed.
The wide curve of his crown stretched her, impossibly, she would have thought, had they not managed it earlier. Managed it so incredibly well. She moaned as Alan breached her, sliding his thick cock inside her from tip to root.
In the dark, the sense of possession was far greater. Perhaps Alan felt it. He had no words for her, only his thrusts, which were long and slow and maddeningly exciting. Her eager body succumbed, plumping and tightening, coating him with creamy desire.
He braced his knees to take her deeper. Need overwhelmed her; Nora forced against him at every pass. Alan kept steady as she grew increasingly urgent. She felt foolish. She couldn't hold herself back; she was going to spoil his perfect lovemaking.
; Her orgasm broke suddenly. Even as Nora gritted her teeth in denial, her body convulsed, wrenching a loud groan from her, sparking an endless series of mind-bending spasms. She shook with the intensity, wriggling against his cock as hard as she could. Her muscles tightened, gripping him right where she needed him most.
Alan stopped thrusting and let Nora take her pleasure. Her embarrassment at that point was an almost tangible thing, yet she couldn't stop. Groping his back, her fingers dug hard into his smooth buttocks while her body writhed shamelessly.
She couldn't help rippling around him, undulating against him. Or rasping out a wild string of obscenities as the fire raced through her. Alan stayed deep and still until Nora had worked out the last shred of her passion. With her fading tremors, he let out a heartfelt sigh.
She wished for a place to hide.
Alan, on the other hand, was frenzied anew. Every tether broken, every hint of control shattered, he pounded into her in the rawest of ways. With every galvanized stroke, he translated his need to possess her. He'd have her; he'd have her; or Nora would beg until he did.
They exploded together in the darkness; Nora's feverish body joined his in the surging wave of his climax. Alan rode her hard, erupting so deep, Nora could feel each throb searing against her womb. His cry was agonized; Nora nuzzled his neck in comfort; his moan faded low and guttural. She had to pry her hands off of him.
He didn't pull out, he didn't speak, but he did sleep. So did she.
Morning split the horizon in a wash of gray, and to Nora's bleary eyes, it was a most unwelcome sight. The new light vanquished their nocturnal magic; it would have been better if Alan had not stayed.
Now she had to face her best friend in the cold light of day.
He stirred beside her. Nora could imagine Alan waking quiet, getting his bearings ... and realizing he'd slept with his best friend. She swung her legs off the bed and sat upright. A fast hand nabbed her wrist.