Finger Bang

by Jade C. Jamison

  She was beginning to hope he’d always be the answer.

  Chapter Fifteen

  KAYLEE TOOK BLAZE by surprise. He’d expected to give her a sweet and innocent good night kiss and hug, hoping those actions would sustain him until the next time they got together. Instead, she’d attacked him after opening her door.

  Not that he was complaining…

  Well, he might, if this was her way of telling him good night and sending him out the door with a hard on that couldn’t be denied. Usually, it was easy enough to maintain some self-control, but her reaction to his presence had come from out of the blue, and his subsequent reaction was something he couldn’t have stopped if he’d tried. Why? Because this felt like foreplay.

  His tongue was in her mouth in seconds, and he pressed his back against the door to close it. Wow. Kaylee had been so subdued, so shy before that her aggression was taking him off guard…

  But he liked it.

  Hell, no, he loved that she was being so forward with him. It told him that maybe this was the beginning of a beautiful—and hot—relationship. He needed that. The last couple of girls he’d dated hadn’t been all that exciting. The last one—Laurie, the one Rachel had called an earth muffin—had pushed his boundaries. He appreciated her for that, but…he liked his girlfriends to smell and feel clean. He respected that she didn’t want to waste water or resources or use too many products with potentially harmful chemicals, but he didn’t really like snuggling up to her after she’d been riding her bike all day. And that realization made him see that it had been months since he’d dated someone. He was definitely overdue.

  The girl before Laurie had been very clean but she was one of those women who worried way too much about her appearance. She’d constantly asked Blaze if her hair looked okay, if the skirt she wore made her hips look big (and Jesus—how could he answer that one without being in hot water, no matter what he said?), or didn’t want to do anything with him because it might mess up her hair or make her look stupid. He wanted to be with a low-maintenance girl, but he wanted that girl to make his blood boil.

  Kaylee was beginning to seem like she fit the bill.

  When he’d first met Kaylee, he wouldn’t have expected that. She’d seemed high maintenance all the way…but, aside from their initial misunderstandings, she appeared to be easy going.

  Maybe experiencing her first orgasms had helped with that. Maybe she’d been sexually repressed and was now relaxing.

  God, that kiss made him hornier than he had a right to be.

  When it ended, he opened his eyes. “What did I do to deserve that?”

  Kaylee put on her typical shy blush. He found it endearing, especially since he saw her trying to fight through all those boundaries. “Before you knocked on the door, I was thinking about you.”

  He couldn’t help but smile. “You were?” She bit her bottom lip. Another shy grin back, but she was forcing herself to look him in the eye. He thought that was a green light. His hands had been resting on her back on top of that t-shirt that ended midway down her thighs. He ran one of his hands down her back and leg and then ran it back up underneath the fabric. She kept her eyes on him as he slid his hand from her back to her belly, relishing the feel of her soft, smooth skin against his hand. Her eyes grew a little wider, but he couldn’t tell if it was from apprehension or arousal. Hell, maybe it was both. He turned his hand so that his fingers pointed downward and he let his middle finger lift the elastic edge of her panties. Her smile had faded and he could then tell that, although she was likely anticipating his touch, she was a little freaked out too. Kaylee’s coolness likely came from not having much experience—that she’d never had an orgasm before made him think that. Most girls he’d dated might not have had a guy in their lives who’d been able to make them come, but they’d managed to figure it out themselves. He wasn’t sure what Kaylee’s background had been, but at least she was willing to explore her sexuality with him. That she trusted him said a lot.

  Still, her eyes were freaking him out, so he touched his lips to hers. She needed a little distraction. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and felt air rush out of her mouth. As he continued the kiss, he continued the journey into her panties with his fingers. She thrust her hands into his hair and wadded it into her fists. Oh, God, he loved how she did that. It told him so much—that he was driving her crazy and she could only hang on in anticipation. He kept going deeper, until his index and ring fingers lay on the outer edge of her pussy with his middle finger resting on top of her slit. He kissed her again, deeper this time, hoping to distract her, but he could feel her trembling against him. Was that good or bad? She hadn’t told him to stop, had told him moments ago that he’d been in her thoughts, so he was sure it was a positive sign.

  He bent his middle finger up as though it were a bow he was pulling on to shoot an arrow and then he used his other fingers to pull her labia apart for easier access. She let out another breath, as though she couldn’t stand the wait, and her fingers grew tense again, pulling on his hair. He snaked his middle finger down her slit.

  Holy shit. She was dripping wet. Yeah…that was all because she’d been thinking about him? Well, he was trying to deliver. He ended the kiss and said, “That’s because of me?” She opened her eyes to look at him again and he saw her cheeks turn pink again. She bit her lip once more and nodded. It was so endearing how she was trying to break out of her shell for him, and he wanted to make it worth it. He grinned and grabbed her left leg, lifting it so it bent, and he said, “Wrap your leg around me, okay?” She nodded her head once more and, as he moved a little away from the door, hooked her leg around his just under his ass. That would help with giving him lots easier access. Then he spun her around so the door could help should she need the support.

  He wasn’t going to use the technique he’d used the first night they’d been together. He’d used a simple up-and-down motion against her clit then, trying to imitate what he’d read about OM, but now he was going to do something he’d done to other women in the past, a technique that had seemed to work well. It was more a swirl, and he’d start out slow, increasing the pace as her reaction demanded it.

  Now that their bodies were positioned perfectly, he slid his finger down again until he found that swollen nub that was begging for his attention. When he touched her there, he felt her fingers tense up again as she let out a gasp. God, she was close already. She had no idea what that did for his ego, that just thinking about him had made her this hot. He started swirling his finger, the wetness of her pussy making it so easy, against her clit and she let out a breath of air against his cheek. He kissed along her jawline and then down her neck, but his finger was relentless. He kept up the slow, steady motion and paid attention to her breathing. That would tell him when to increase the tempo. His lips feathered against her neck, sometimes running his tongue along the skin, moving up the side and pulling her earlobe into his mouth. That finger, though…slow and steady.

  She gulped down more air and so he increased the pace slightly. He moved his lips to her ear and said, “When you were thinking about me, was I doing this to you?”

  He couldn’t tell if she was starting to answer or was going to laugh, but instead she uttered a groan as her leg clamped around his. He knew then that he simply needed to continue what he was doing. God, that was almost too easy. She climaxed so easily that he almost had a hard time believing she’d never done it before. That was the part that was so good for his ego. Maybe he was that good at giving her what she needed.

  She was going to be horrified when she became aware, because she was getting louder as her orgasm continued. She was squeezing against him, but his foresight in having her wrap her leg around his was paying off. He could get at her just fine and was able to keep up the pressure and rhythm.

  As she started winding down, he kissed her neck again. She released her grip on his hair and rested her head against the door, so he stopped his assault on her clit. She made his night when she let th
e words “Oh, Blaze” tumble out of her lips. Oh, fuckin’ yeah.

  * * *

  Holy hell. The more time she spent with Blaze, the more amazing he was becoming. Kaylee hadn’t had many Os in her short sexual life yet, but out of the four that Blaze had graced her with, this one had been the most intense, most delicious one yet.

  As she came down from her high, she realized something else. She’d been way too loud, and they were right up against the door. Holy shit. Her roommates would have heard that, and they knew Blaze was there and…

  Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my dear God!!!

  She felt mortified at first but then realized she felt too damn good to give a shit. Her breathing slowed and she noticed she’d relaxed her grip on his hair but wondered how hard she’d pulled on it. She let go and said, “Sorry about your hair.”

  His lips still touched her neck, so he lifted his head to look in her eyes. Oh, God, the look on his face. He was so freaking sexy. “Don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure.” His eyes were so dark, so hot that she thought she could feel herself growing excited again.

  Would she ever get enough of this guy?

  She swallowed and then leaned forward and kissed him. It was going to be a small kiss but he consumed her again, pressing against her, and she could feel his erection digging into her. She’d moved her right hand to his neck and her other hand rested on his shoulder, but feeling his dick up against her tummy made her tense up, awaiting the sensation of him inside her. She used to enjoy the feeling of sex before, although it hadn’t been anything that made her feel completely out of this world. Now, though, she knew it would be amazing.

  He’d done so much for her, made her feel so wonderful, that she hoped maybe she could return the favor somehow. She pulled on his jacket with both hands and he took his hands off her to allow it to drop to the floor. While he was working it down and off, she was pulling on the white t-shirt he wore, moving it up his torso, so he had to raise his arms once the jacket was off. As soon as his shirt was off, Kaylee collided her lips with his again, feeling like she couldn’t taste him fast enough. Her fingers flew to the fly of his jeans and undid the button, and then she pulled the zipper down. She was excited, feeling the pressure of his cock against the denim, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her again. Oh, he couldn’t enter her soon enough.

  Before she could work her hand inside his jeans, though, he lifted her up under her ass and turned around, walking them both to the bed. All that did, feeling his strength as he carried her as though she weighed no more than a cotton ball, was heighten her desire.

  She couldn’t believe she wanted him even more than she had before she’d pulled him into her bedroom. But she did, and there was no denying it. There was something about his masculinity in that moment—his virility, his power—that made her all the more aroused, and it reminded her of what she’d been thinking earlier, that there was a difference between okay sex and fantastic sex. She hadn’t craved it much before, but now she felt almost like she was addicted to Blaze. She not only wanted him; she felt like she needed him. What would it be like if they were together for any length of time? Would she get worse or would she be able to exert control over herself?

  He lay her down on the bed and she tried not to squirm as she waited for him. He stepped out of his jeans and leaned over, kissing her hard and deep, and she grabbed at his shorts, trying to pull them off, but he backed off, grinning. “I’m not ready yet. You’re going to make me explode, sweet Kaylee.”

  She felt her cheeks grow warm and didn’t know if it was in anticipation or her typical response of blushing. He got up again and picked his jeans up off the floor, pulling his wallet out of the back pocket. He let the jeans fall to the floor again while he opened the wallet, searching for a condom—of that she was certain. But he kept searching…until he grimaced.

  She couldn’t keep her eyes on his face, though, no matter how gorgeous he was. No, she stared at his erection pushing against his boxer briefs. She hadn’t looked at his cock too terribly much before. Yes, he’d told her she could touch him and she’d glanced at it, but she was beginning to think she could spend hours staring at it now. Now…she was feeling more confident about herself, braver about her sexuality, more comfortable with those things that had previously felt a little taboo. She was coming into her own, and she wanted to explore more. Staring at that beautiful cock, under the cover of his underwear or not, was a solid first step.

  Blaze made a frustrated noise while he continued digging through his wallet. Kaylee pulled her eyes from his erection and looked at his face. “What?”

  He looked angry. “Dammit.” He shook his head. “I’m out of condoms. I should have bought some earlier. Shit.”

  Kaylee knew it wasn’t because he was irresponsible, because he’d had one at his apartment earlier. He’d had one earlier in the week the first time they’d made love too. She wanted him, and she didn’t know that she cared. He threw the wallet on the floor, frustrated. “You don’t happen to have any, do you?”

  She frowned. “No. One of my roommates might, though.”

  He looked miserable. “Would you mind asking one of them? Or…do you want me to? Rachel might have one.”

  Kaylee sat up on the bed. “Hold on.” She got on her knees, and that made her seem almost like her normal height. She walked that way to the edge of the bed so she was close to him. “Do you wear a condom every time you have sex?”

  He nodded. “Of course. It’s stupid not to. Don’t you?”

  She wobbled her head up and down, afraid that he might think she was stupid. That was almost a huge laugh, considering she didn’t have much experience. “Yeah. I’ve never had sex without one.” She did giggle then. “Not that I’ve done it a lot.” He forced a smile, but she could tell he felt desperate. It was an impulse, but she didn’t care. “I, uh, I…” She felt her forehead grow warm, but she had to press on. “I haven’t had many partners. Um…two others, to be exact. You probably don’t believe me, but I’m pretty choosy about this.” She felt her face grow red again. She reached out and touched his cheek. “I’m only telling you because I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever. What about you?”

  He grinned again, in spite of the look of desperation in his eyes. “The first time, when I was fifteen. The girl had a pregnancy scare and I also got more practical about disease. It was a pretty crazy moment and later I realized that if you’re with the right girl in the right situation, it could happen anytime, and—fuck—this is the first time since then that I’ve been unprepared.”

  She took the other side of his face in her hand. “This is probably one of the stupidest things I’ve ever suggested, but I’m on the pill, and I trust you. I want you. I want you crazy bad. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I can’t think about anything else, and I want you now. Can I trust you?”

  She saw the glimmer of hope in his eyes as they searched hers. “Yeah, but are you sure you want to do this?”

  Stupid or not, she had no doubts about it, and she nodded her head. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his, and his mouth consumed her with unbridled passion. She tugged on his underwear then, pulling it halfway down his legs. He grabbed one side of them and yanked them farther down while moving closer to Kaylee. She was ready to grab his cock in her hands when he took her nightshirt and brought it over her head efficiently. Then he leaned her down to the bed and kissed her once more, and that was when she was able to wrap a hand around his length, and she stroked it, massaging the head with her thumb. She felt the drop that had come out of the eye and rubbed it in, and she felt his kiss grow harder in response. “Ready for me?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes, please.”

  His eyes shimmered and he entered her. She felt a burst of pleasure. Yes, that was what she wanted, what she needed. He wasn’t just any guy; this was Blaze, a man who, in such a short time, had figured out how to make her feel better than she’d ever dreamed possible, a man who had car
ed enough to take his time and make sure good things happened for her.

  The man who had stolen her heart…and she was beginning to think she didn’t want it back.

  Chapter Sixteen

  BLAZE WAS HAVING some strange dream, but as he awakened, he realized he couldn’t remember falling asleep. She’d exhausted him. Holy fuck, Kaylee was blossoming into a sexual creature, and it made his lust for her all the worse. The shit she was starting to say and do only made him desire her more.

  He was starting to suspect he was feeling more for her than he should at this early date, but he didn’t want to think about it.

  As he felt more awake, he realized it wasn’t morning. Well, it might have been early morning, but it wasn’t time to get out of bed. It was dark and quiet, but he could feel Kaylee running her hand up and down his chest. He was on his side, facing her, and he remembered then that he’d fallen asleep holding her, only her back had been snuggled up against his chest. She’d been saying something sweet, but he couldn’t remember what. Now, though, she was whispering something, and he tried to focus on her voice. “What?”

  “I just asked if you were awake.”

  “Sure.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  Part of him wanted to tell her he just needed to sleep, but Kaylee was continually full of surprises. And so what? He could sleep late the next morning. She wanted to talk, so he would find a way to stay awake and talk. He took a deep breath in through his nose and blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He couldn’t see a thing. “Yeah, go ahead.”

  “You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?”