by Cat Johnson
One thick digit slid inside, and then pressed a spot deep within her. The combination of his two hands, one inside making her feel things she never had, one outside rubbing her already sensitized spot, had Jen shuddering in a breath.
“No.”
“No, what?” He didn’t stop as he asked the question with a smirk.
“No, I’m not opposed to this.”
“Good. What about penetration with a tongue?” Bran leaned low and Jen tensed in anticipation, knowing what he would do next. “Is that okay?”
The tip of his tongue shot out and tickled her clit, all while he gazed at her, watching her face.
Her mouth opened on a gasp at the feel of the wet heat of his tongue on her. “Yes, it’s okay.”
“Good.” He smiled before he removed his finger and replaced it with the length of his tongue. He pushed inside, as deep as was physically possible, fucking her with it until she craved more.
Bending her knees, he planted her feet wide against the edge of the mattress. Bran licked his finger and slid it beneath her, circling her tight hole. “How about here? Ever been penetrated here?”
“No.” Her cheeks burned, which made him smile wider.
“Not even with a finger?”
Jen tensed, hissing in a breath as the tip of his finger breached her. “No.”
He held it there, as he bent again to draw her clit into his mouth. He worked her with his mouth while maintaining the pressure at the entrance to her ass. As her muscles tensed and relaxed in reaction to what he was doing to her, Bran pressed deeper. Her muscles clenched and the orgasm broke over her, pulsing around him, drawing his finger all the way in. He broke away with his mouth, but that single digit remained, deep inside her.
“Now you have. And that’s just the beginning.” He pulled out just a bit, and then pushed back in. “Now that we’ve passed that hurdle, I hope you’ll trust me with your ass again. Maybe even later tonight.”
Impossibly, her face grew hotter.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Jen.” Bran slid the finger out of her as if it were nothing. As if he hadn’t just invaded every part of her body. “I’m fascinated that an attractive smart woman in this day and age chose to save herself. Do you have a special reason why, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I didn’t intend to. It just worked out that way. It never felt right, I guess.” Jen shrugged, having trouble thinking while he stood between her thighs.
His eyes darkened. “So you’re waiting for the right guy, then. Not for marriage.”
“I guess.” She glanced down between them to where his erection remained. “I should have told you before we got…here.”
“It’s all right.” He grabbed Jen’s hand and pulled her upright. “I like this idea.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’ll be fun to explore other areas, shall we say. To not jump right to fucking. Believe me, there are many, many other things we can do. If you’re willing. Are you?” He slid his thumb along her lower lip.
His touch made her feel as if anything he suggested would be a good idea. “Yes.”
“You ever suck a cock?” He didn’t seem at all embarrassed by the question. Jen tried not to be, but the shock must have shown on her face. “Jen, I couch my words all day, at work, with my family, I have no intention of monitoring my speech in bed with my girlfriend. Here, let me ask you again. This time, you won’t be so shocked. Jen, do you suck cock?”
Apparently she didn’t do it well since her last boyfriend had broken up with her when she wouldn’t have sex with him, but still, she’d done it.
“Yes.” She knew very well this wasn’t a general inquiry. With her sitting and him standing, she was lined up to do just that to Bran now.
He took a step closer and grabbed his shaft in his hand. “Take it, Jen.”
She opened her mouth and let him press inside. He did so slowly, with a low moan. He shuddered and tangled his hands in her hair, holding her head as he slid in and out of her mouth. In this position, he was in control. Bran could plunge into her throat as deep and as fast as he wanted, but he didn’t. He moved slow and easy, alternating between opening his eyes to watch her, and squeezing them shut as he frowned in concentration.
She tasted him and knew he was getting close, not only from the pre-come, but because his speed and his breathing had quickened. He thrust harder then held deep, throbbing, shooting into her throat as she swallowed. Bran held her head and remained pressed into her mouth until the last twitch subsided and he began to go slack. When she looked up, it was to see him watching her face.
Bran tipped his head to one side and brushed a thumb over her cheek as he gazed down. “Beautiful. Now go use the mouthwash in the bathroom. I want to kiss you.”
With her head no longer captive in his hands, she pulled back, letting his cock pop from her mouth.
“Okay.” She felt her cheeks heat and slid off the bed. She’d turned toward the bathroom when his hand on her arm stopped her.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. I enjoyed coming in your mouth immensely. I just didn’t want to taste myself when I kiss you—ah, fuck it. Never mind.” He reeled her in and claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue inside and kissing her hard and deep. When he broke away, his tongue shot out to drag across his lips. “See. I lived. Get in bed. If I’m going to revert to my teenage years and make out with my virgin girlfriend, I’m going to be comfortable doing it. Hop up.” He pulled the covers back and patted the mattress.
“We’re going to make out?” She slid under the covers and he followed.
“Mmm, hmm.” Bran crawled on top of her and settled himself between her spread legs. “But you can feel free to grab a hold of anything on me you’d like, because I fully intend on having my hands all over you.”
Bran did as he’d promised. He leaned low and claimed her lips while his hand snaked between their bodies.
This was nothing like making out in her younger years. It was so much better.
Chapter 6
Bran walked into the club’s lounge Sunday afternoon and found Jon in their usual spot.
“I was just thinking about you. How’d the big family weekend go? I see you survived. How’s Jen?”
“She’s a virgin.”
“No!” Jon’s eyes popped so wide.
“Yes.” Bran had to laugh at his friend’s reaction.
“For real? I thought beautiful twenty-year-old virgins were a myth, like the unicorn.”
“Ha, ha.” Bran rolled his eyes.
“Seriously, though. How the hell did she get through college with that body without losing her damn cherry?”
Bran shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Is she good at other things. She suck her way through? You get to sample that skill and did practice make perfect?”
“All right. Enough. I’m sorry I told you.” That comment had hit too close to home for Bran, since that’s what he’d resorted to when he’d been so hard he thought he’d explode. In a choice between taking her virginity, taking her ass, or taking her mouth, it had been clear what he needed to do. It had been their first time together. He’d need to ease her into the rest.
“I’m sorry you told me too. Now I know that, I’m pissed I didn’t keep her for myself. I always wanted to deflower a virgin.”
“Deflower?” Bran cocked a brow.
“Yup. Has a nice ring to it, I think. So, did you pick any flowers this weekend?”
“No, I didn’t. Spent the entire night in the same bed with her too.”
“You deserve a fucking medal for that. So what’s the deal? She saving herself for marriage?”
“No, just for the right guy.”
Jon nodded. “And you’re going to convince her you’re the right guy, of course.”
“We’ll see.” For now, Bran was enjoying the game they played, but yes, claiming Jen as his by being her first had crossed his mind—about a hundred times last night as he laid next to her.
“What makes you say that?” And how did Jon guess what Bran hadn’t admitted to himself yet?
“Because if you didn’t care about her, you’d have nailed her already, virgin or not. And you’d be here now telling me all about it, blow by blow, no pun intended.”
“So the fact I didn’t nail her and I’m not bragging to you about what we did do, means I’m into her?”
“Yup.” Jon grinned.
Bran scowled. “Whatever.”
“I’m right, I can tell. Damn, I’m good. Maybe I should open a side business matchmaking. I picked a woman you like and so far she’s good enough to fool even your grandfather—” Jon stopped and his eyes widened. “Who’s walking into the room with his poker cronies as we speak.”
Bran’s heart sped. Thank God Jon’s favorite chair faced the door. Playing with his virgin fiancée-to-be was the most fun he’d had in a long time, but as far as his grandfather and his inheritance were concerned, they weren’t out of the woods yet.
He glanced over his shoulder and made sure his grandfather was a safe distance away or they’d have to discontinue all discussion of Jen.
Jon stared over Bran’s shoulder at the group of older gentlemen. “So the old man let you two share a bed under his roof?”
Bran remembered all they had done under that roof and smiled. “Yup. I told him how serious Jen and I are. And this way the proposal will come as less of a shock.”
Jon shook his head. “You’re sure getting your money’s worth. Almost, but that will come with time.”
“You know as well as I that money was so she could quit her job and dedicate herself to her role. Not for anything else. She’s not a prostitute.”
“Obviously not, or she wouldn’t be a virgin,” Jon whispered the last word. “Damn. This is the perfect situation. You can train her to be exactly what you want.”
“Don’t think I hadn’t already considered that.” For quite a while last night. She’d be truly his. No other man ever touched her as he would.
“I think I’m going to have to try and find me one of them. She have any friends with a similar condition?”
Friends. That word brought to mind Tim. “That brings up another interesting development—”
“Bran, I’m warning you. If you tell me she brought over her best friend and you had a threesome with girl-on-girl action I may have to never talk to you again. Damn it, next waitress I’m keeping for myself.”
Laughing, Bran shook his head. “No. Her best friend, and her roommate, is a guy who looks like that quarterback we hated from our prep school team.”
“Morrison.” Jon nodded.
“Mmm, hmm.” Bran had been happy not remembering the asshole’s name.
“He gay?”
“What? No. At least, I don’t think so.”
“How does he live with her and not hit that?”
“She said they’re just friends.” Bran shrugged.
Jon raised his brow. “Yeah, right. Maybe that was true when she was the lonely virgin sitting home knitting sweaters on a Saturday night. But now that you’re in the picture, the stakes have been raised. There’s competition and if he’s the jock you described, his testosterone-fueled need to win is going to kick in.”
“You might be right.” In this game, Jen was the trophy, and Bran had all intentions of winning.
“You might want to ask her to move in with you. It’ll get her away from the roommate, and would fit for the plan. Co-habitation. Engagement. Next stop, the altar.”
Bran nodded. It was the logical progression. “I wonder if she’d agree.”
“We’re in sticky territory. You could play it off as part of the plan, for appearances sake. But now that you two are getting sweaty together it adds a new element. Is this still a business deal? Or are you two dating in the conventional sense of the word?”
There was nothing conventional about this situation, but Jon was right. Things had gotten a whole lot more complicated the moment they’d gotten naked. And Bran couldn’t wait to get naked with her again.
*
“I see you survived your overnight with what’s-his-name.” Tim glanced up from the papers in front of him on the kitchen table.
“His name is Bran.”
Tim scowled. “Dumb name.”
“It’s a family name.”
“Still sounds stupid.”
Jen decided to let it go. She moved to the fridge and bent to grab a bottle of water from the bottom shelf. The tug in the back of her legs reminded her of what she’d done with Bran last night. She’d come so hard, and so many times, her body was sore from the workout.
“So, what was the house like?”
“Oh my God. I can’t even describe it. It’s unbelievable. Our bedroom had his and hers bathrooms—” Jen stopped at the expression on his face.
“You slept in the same room.” It wasn’t a question. It came out sounding more like an accusation.
“Yes.”
“So that’s it then. You slept with him.”
“Yes. We slept. We didn’t have sex.”
“Really? That guy was happy to just sleep next to you? He never touched you?”
“Well—”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Tim let out a bitter laugh. “And then once you give it up to him, and then he dumps you, which he will, you’ll come crying home to me. You know, Jen, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling but doing everything except fucking doesn’t exactly make you a virgin.”
“That’s mean.”
He shrugged. “It’s true.”
His words cut deep and, best friend or not, she didn’t want to even be in the same room as Tim, much less the same apartment. She stood and spun for the door.
“Wait, Jen. I’m sorry.”
“No. I’m done talking to you.”
She stalked her way to her room, and slammed the door as hard as she could to prove her point. Then she remembered she’d left her suitcase in the hallway. She couldn’t go out and get it now. But her purse had been in her hand when she made her grand exit, so at least she had that.
Jen flopped onto her back on her bed. It felt tiny next to the king-size she’d spent the night in last night with Bran.
From the best night of her life, to the worst day, all in a matter of hours. She was just feeling sorry for herself when the phone in her purse rang.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” His voice, already intimately familiar, set Jen’s pulse racing.
“Bran.” She was in trouble. She was starting to fall for this guy. “It’s nice to hear your voice.”
This might have started out as a rich guy hiring a debt-ridden girl, but now it was different. It was more. Wasn’t it? Tim had better not be right.
“You okay? You don’t sound like yourself.”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” Jen hated that Tim had put that doubt in her head. She felt her eyes fill with tears and swiped them away.
“All right. So I’m calling to ask you something.”
Another family dinner or brunch? She wasn’t up for that right now. But that’s what she was being paid well for so she’d do it and smile. “Okay. Sure. Whatever you need is fine.”
“In light of how well last night went, I was wondering if you’d consider moving in with me.”
Of how what went? Their many orgasms? Or the way they’d convinced his sister Caroline that Jen was in love with Bran? “Um, what?”
He laughed. “That was rather vague. I apologize. I was speaking with Jon, and we think that it’ll seem like the most natural progression. We’re already dating and openly spending the night in the same room at my grandparents’ house. The next step would be to move in together. Then it won’t seem out of the blue when we get engaged.”
“Uh, sure. You’re right. Perfectly logical.” And silly her for thinking otherwise. Of course this had to do with the plan. Perfect timing too. In li
ght of her fight with Tim, she could use a few months break from living with him. “So, when do you want to do this?”
“How about we go out to dinner, then after you can come back to the apartment. Take a look at it, make sure you like it, then we’ll talk about the details.”
As if Jen wouldn’t like where ever Bran lived. She could only imagine what it was like. She agreed anyway. “Okay. Sounds good.”
This was exactly what she needed. Maybe spending more time with Bran would help her figure out what the hell the situation really was. Where she stood. What she felt. She could only hope.
Chapter 7
Bran watched Jen devouring her Chinese takeout with as much enthusiasm as if it was the finest food money could buy. In reality it had been the special, meaning they got a free egg roll and soup with the dinner. “Will you ever let me take you out to a nice restaurant?”
Jen glanced up from the long noodle dangling off the end of her chopsticks. “Don’t you like your food?”
“I like it fine. But when I invited you to dinner before you came by to see the apartment, I thought we’d go out.” As he watched her bend low to grab the noodle between her lips and suck it in, he flashed back to the night she’d drawn his cock into her mouth. Maybe there were benefits to eating in.
“I’m happy here.” She shrugged. “It’s comfortable.”
It was. He couldn’t argue that. He’d put on clothes he could relax in. Hell, he wasn’t even wearing shoes. He wiggled his toes in his socks as Jen sat cross-legged in her skirt on the floor next to the coffee table where she’d set out the food.
Catching him watching her, she put her container down on the table and stood. Jen padded barefoot across the carpet to where Bran sat on the couch. She hiked up the skirt and straddled his legs, sitting in his lap facing him. “See. If we were at a restaurant, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
He ran his hands up her bare thighs. “No, you wouldn’t. Although, there would be wait staff to put away the leftovers.”
“I’ll do it later. They’ll keep awhile.”
With all the sodium and monosodium glutamate in it, Bran was sure the food would keep. Right now, he couldn’t think much past her hot body pressed up tight against his cock.