RidingtheWaves

by Jennifer LaRose

  Wetness still clung to the inside of her thighs but it had cooled, and she shivered while walking to the bed. A sudden case of jitters racked her when she sat down and her teeth chattered. Maybe if Brent wasn’t standing by the doorway eyeing her like a hungry wolf she’d relax. Along with his ravenous gaze, excitement and anticipation also toyed with her nerves.

  “Take off the robe and lie down.”

  It’d be so much easier if he sat beside her rather than giving orders from across the room. At least she’d have his body heat to cling to, which might’ve stopped the shivering.

  She slid the satin fabric off, set it aside and lay back. The silence killed her. In the kitchen she’d at least had the hum of the fridge. But in the bedroom, nothing. She heard not a single sound other than the chatter of her teeth.

  She closed her eyes. Sometimes not seeing helped ease the unexpected.

  Where was he? Was his intention to make this a solo performance while he stood and watched? Uh-uh. That was not happening. She wouldn’t touch herself in front of an audience. Guiding his hands to her intimate places or shoving his fingers inside her vagina didn’t count. Okay, so he’d caught her once when she’d thought he was asleep. That was accidental. But no way in hell was she going to lie naked on the middle of her bed, touching her pussy and fucking herself with her dildo to entertain him. How absurd.

  Then the bed sagged from his weight. The soft tips of his hair tickled her cheek right before he kissed her. It started with a gentle nip then a swipe of his tongue before it deepened, filling her with the same warm, tingly sensations that started in the kitchen.

  A huge amount of relief settled in her shoulders.

  He placed his hand on her belly and moved it over her breasts, kneading and caressing each, pinching her nipples until she thought she’d die.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Not a problem. They’d started to fall open at the onset of his kiss.

  His fingers traveled to the apex of her thighs and slid through her folds, focusing intently on her clit.

  She moaned softly and rolled her hips in sync with the warm, slippery caresses.

  “Wider,” he said against her lips. When he removed his fingers from her crotch, she protested with a moan. “Look at me, Annalee.”

  As her eyes fluttered open he took her hand, placed it between her thighs and covered her fingers with his. Somehow he’d manipulated them so her index finger was the only thing in contact with her clitoris, and he guided it in a circular motion around and around the sensitive nub.

  Slightly he pulled his hand back. She did the same. “No,” he said, replacing her fingers to her body. “Make yourself feel good.”

  So things led to exactly where she’d feared. Ironically it wasn’t as humiliating as she’d expected. Although, despite her hand lying on her pussy, she wasn’t rubbing herself without his assistance. The rubbing thing, well, that’d take a little getting used to. “I…I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. I’m sure you do it when you’re alone.”

  Not fair. That constituted a different scenario altogether.

  He stared in her eyes, kissed her, stared some more and added another kiss. And in between the actions of his mouth, he placed the phony dick at her vaginal entrance and inserted it an inch.

  She gasped and instinctively tilted her hips to take more.

  “Oh no, Annalee. If you want more, earn it.”

  Okay. Okay-okay. He needed to be realistic for a moment. “Brent, that pushes me beyond my limit.”

  “The sky is the limit, baby. You said you’d try anything once.”

  Seriously, he didn’t need to use her words against her.

  He rubbed the tip of her nose with his. “Don’t be ashamed.” He shoved the dildo in another inch. “And don’t you dare move.”

  Maybe fingering herself wasn’t as humiliating as she’d labeled it. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d turn red-faced and never be able to look him in the eye again. “Can I at least close my eyes?”

  “Yes.” He smiled and brushed his palm along her cheek. “Until I tell you to open them.”

  Take a deep breath, girl. You can do this. No inhibitions. None. She squeezed her eyes shut and laid her finger over her clitoris. Her reward was another inch of the rubber cock. He pulled it out then reinserted it, but not any deeper. Over and over he repeated the motions, halting if she moved her hips so much as an inch. Her pussy screamed.

  Biting the inside corner of her mouth, she made one quick circle around her clit. An electrical sensation overpowered a brief second of mortification. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she gave it one more swirl.

  “Just like that.” He lowered his lips to within inches of her mouth. “But it’s not enough,” he whispered, releasing the dildo and placing his finger on top of hers. “Like this.” He took control, manipulating her finger into a pattern of slow, even strokes. “Feel the difference?”

  She nodded. Of course it felt different. With his help, it didn’t feel as though she tried solely to satisfy herself. It made a big difference to someone fighting to unleash their inhibitions.

  He nibbled her bottom lip. “It’s time to open your eyes.”

  So soon? Inhaling sharply, she batted her lashes open to his passion-laced gaze.

  As the weight of his finger eased from hers, he began a steady in-and-out pace with the toy. “Keep fondling yourself, Annalee.”

  Seriously, what was the purpose of this? Did he enjoy watching her struggle with her sexuality? The deeper he looked into her eyes, the deeper he inserted the dildo. When he glanced between her legs an indescribable hunger darkened his features. An erotic jolt rocked her world. And then the reasons behind him urging her to fondle herself made sense. It pleased him to watch. And pleasing him pleased her. She suddenly wanted him to watch her massage herself, along with the thrusting lifelike shaft squishing in and out of her pussy.

  Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat raced and her finger fell into a quick up-and-down rhythm inside her slit.

  In seconds she surpassed his speed, rolling and pinching and rubbing her slippery clit while grinding her ass into the bed, giving him a show he’d never forget. A deep, sated ache built in her tummy and chest. She couldn’t bear the pressure and needed a release. She increased the strokes with her finger. Around and around. Back and forth. Up and down—until she couldn’t stand the brilliant pain any longer. Her neck arched. A guttural moan escaped from her throat as her insides began to contract, clutching and pulling at the dildo.

  “No, Annalee,” Brent growled. “Not yet.”

  In one painstaking motion he withdrew the novelty and removed her fingers from her crotch.

  Ahhh! “God, Brent, you can’t stop now!”

  “Are you ready to take it a step further?”

  A step further! Her version of further was an orgasm and it was only a nanosecond away. Unfortunately they weren’t on the same page.

  Her chest heaved.

  Pussy ached.

  Heart pummeled her chest.

  He brought her drenched finger to his mouth and sucked it, twirling his tongue around the tip.

  Holy shit! Her insides melted and they drained from her body by way of her crotch.

  Slowly he began removing her finger and bit the knuckle before the final withdrawal.

  “I can’t go any further,” she said through a delirious sigh.

  “You’d be surprised how far you can go.” His hot lips padded her brow, her nose and her lips. “I’m going to fill you completely,” he added, sliding his hand between her legs and slipping two fingers deep inside her vagina, “anally.”

  Mmm, the suave pronunciation of my name. Indifferent, but so sensual. “You already are.” She rolled her hips, forcing him yet deeper.

  “You’re not listening,” he breathed against her neck, directly below her ear.

  “I hear you.”

  “But you’re not listening.” He gently chewed her lobe while slowly increasing the p
umping motions in her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you anally.”

  “Your fingers are doing a wonderful job,” she murmured breathlessly. “But you can replace them with your cock, if you’d like.”

  “You’re still not listening.” His voice grew deep and raspy.

  The man was killing her. And it wasn’t any surprise when he removed his fingers, leaving her unfulfilled and empty once more. A frustrated scream hung in the back of her throat. However, the attention he paid to her ass by spreading her warm juices over the tight entrance shot tingles to her belly. Then he breached the opening with his fingertip and his intentions became crystal clear.

  Annalee, I can fuck you in ways you’ve never imagined. Her muscles clamped his finger. Her eyes flared. But within the instant of uncertainty, she remembered how darn good his finger felt the last time he’d penetrated the virgin passage.

  “Now you’re getting it, Annalee.”

  “Brent, I…I’ve never—”

  “I know.”

  She swallowed, searching his face with her eyes. “I wouldn’t even let Jared. I was too afraid.”

  His gaze hardened. “I’m not Jared.”

  Pissing him off now—not a good idea. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just, he was smaller.” She gnawed her bottom lip. “I don’t think I can.”

  “You won’t know until you try it. There’s so many places I can take you, but not without your consent. It’s your call, baby.”

  She grabbed a handful of the bedspread. Excitement mixed with reluctance mingled in her stomach. “You said you would never hurt me.”

  “And I meant it.” He lowered his face and placed delicate kisses to her lips. Long strands of hair fell forward, caressing her cheek. “Keep your trust in me.”

  She trusted him with her life. But some things raised flags. To this point, he’d respected her feelings. He’d even untied her from the bed immediately the other night when she’d asked. No, trust wasn’t an issue. “You’ll stop when I ask?”

  “Yes.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise. You won’t want me to stop.”

  Nicely said. Her belly warmed. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “I’ll do all the work. Do you have any artificial lubrication?”

  Wow, she’d never been asked that before. Unfortunately she didn’t. While her belly withered from disappointment, she shook her head.

  He grinned. “Olive oil is a great substitute.”

  Seriously? Olive oil? What a messy endeavor, but oh so worth trying. A tiny spark of salvation lit up her insides. “I have a bottle in the spice cabinet.”

  Her breath caught as he crawled off the bed and walked toward the door, his ass muscles tightening through his jeans. She watched that enticing derriere until it disappeared from the room, her heart thundering in anticipation of what was to come. For his sake, she hoped she could do this. She desperately wanted to please him. But what if she disappointed him instead? No, she wouldn’t allow that to happen. He’d be gentle—he’d promised.

  When he returned carrying the bottle and fixing his gaze on her eyes, her belly somersaulted. Yes, she definitely strived to please this man.

  As he removed his pants his penis dropped forward. And as he opened a condom and slid it into place, a bubble of warm liquid oozed between her thighs. Jesus, watching him touch himself was such a turn-on. No wonder he wanted her to masturbate while he watched. One day she’d have him repay the favor.

  “Are you sure about this, Annalee?” he asked as he lay down beside her and rubbed noses.

  She nodded.

  “How fond are you of your bedspread?”

  “Not very.” It was at least four years old and time to buy a new one anyway.

  He kissed her gently but within mere seconds his breathing deepened and the pressure from his lips increased. He darted his tongue in her mouth, swirling it around hers, tasting the inner side of her cheeks. Then he ended the kiss with a subtle peck to her lips. “Roll onto your side.”

  As she flipped onto her hip, he lay down and stretched out along her backside. Placing a hand around her waist, he tugged her to where her rear snuggled his groin, then he took hold of her upper leg and pushed it toward her chest. “Keep it right there,” he whispered in the hair above her ear.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, waiting for the tip of his penis to rupture her virgin ass, but instead his hard cock passed between her thighs, through her folds, where he started to thrust. Up. Down. Slow. Then fast. Over and over.

  Within seconds, she began panting. She moved her hips in sync with his strokes. He wet a finger with her juices and gently worked it inside her ass a little at a time. When she adjusted and relaxed, he carefully added a second finger, pumping it in and out delicately, opening her gradually.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  “Mmm hmmm.” How could she not be? The pleasurable feelings branching to her spine shot her senses into another dimension. So many hidden nerves. And he’d touched them all.

  Just when climaxing fell within reach, he removed his fingers. “No,” she pleaded.

  “I’m not finished with you.” He guided his cock into her pussy.

  Disappointment briefly reared its head. “I thought—”

  “Shhh.” After a dozen long, deep strokes, he withdrew his penis and replaced it with the tip of the dildo. Slowly he maneuvered the rubber novelty inside.

  She gasped.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, twisting the rubber toy back and forth.

  Beyond ready. Beyond coherency too. “Yes.”

  “Work the dildo, Annalee.”

  Without hesitation, she grabbed the thick toy and shoved it in and out of her cunt. When her thumb grazed her clit sparks ignited in her womb and a blast of heat wormed its way through her blood.

  The bottle cap twisted open. Lukewarm oil slid between her ass cheeks. Then his fingers came into play, sliding into her rectum with ease to grease her insides.

  She bucked against them, but too soon they withdrew. The tip of his penis moved to her ass, where he circled it around her opening. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting, anticipating and in one little speckle of her mind, fearing the intrusion.

  Her breath caught as he skillfully added pressure with his cock, increasing it with each rotation around her anus until the head effortlessly breached her anal rim and carefully slipped inside.

  She groaned. Her muscles contracted, giving him a squeeze. She held her breath. “Oh God,” she whimpered.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She shook her head against the mattress. “No,” rode from her lips on a breath. No pain. Just a euphoric, mind-boggling sensation. What a wonderful, thrilling experience. So many nerves. So, so many frigging nerves.

  As he inched deeper, she shoved her ass backward.

  He grabbed her hip and stopped the motion. “Easy. You need time to adjust. Too much too soon will hurt you,” he whispered against the top of her head, still holding her hip steady while slithering his cock farther.

  When completely embedded, he added more oil to her anus before he retracted slowly then reinserted just as slow. He moved her hand aside and took control of the dildo, pumping it in opposition to his thrusting cock. Jesus, she never experienced anything so erotic or fulfilling in her life. Clamping her teeth together, she wiggled her fingers between her thighs and massaged her clitoris, intensifying the tingly prickles running rapidly along her spine. And then there wasn’t anything slow about it. Her body took over. She slammed her ass against his cock, giving him no choice but to ride along at her intense speed.

  “Brent,” she wailed. All at once a brilliant light exploded inside her. Her body shook. She bucked her hips at marathon speed. With her ass and cunt full and finger working feverishly on her clit, her insides burst free in an array of bliss. Quick, constricting spasms of ecstasy branched everywhere.

  He groaned. A final slam was followed by short, quick jabs, then hi
s thrusts totally ceased.

  For a long time she lay on her side, exhausted and weak, waiting for her heartbeat to subside and her breathing to return to normal. Strands of her hair stuck to perspiration dotting her forehead. If Brent hadn’t been massaging her hip and thigh, she’d swear she’d died.

  She blinked when he removed the dildo and his cock, leaving her stretched and empty. She protested with a moan, but he guided her onto her back and planted a kiss on her that reignited a thrill in her tummy.

  He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to. His gaze, laced with admiration, said it all. Her heart swelled, bringing her fears to life. How could she let him go? How would she survive if something happened to him while on assignment?

  Tears bubbled in her eyes. She buried her face in her hands but to her dismay, he removed them.

  “What’s the matter, Annalee? Did I hurt you?”

  It was much, much worse, and more serious. His compassion. And understanding. And attentiveness. And gentleness. And experiencing this severe case of like for the second time in her life had taken a toll on her heart.

  She shook her head, placing her palms on his cheeks. “I can’t talk about it right now. Please, just promise me you’ll come back.”

  “Baby, I can’t make that promise, but I can promise you that I’ll try.”

  Now that was a whole lot disheartening.

  Chapter Eight

  The assignment wasn’t unfolding as easily as Brent had envisioned. He’d assumed it would take place in broad daylight. Instead Sterns dropped him and Timmons off at the entrance of an alley at night while he and eight other officers moved across the street to stake the warehouse where the snitch supposedly spotted the scumbag Sadist an hour ago.