by Rhian Cahill
She had no reference for this type of thing. The one time she’d had sex, the guy had been gone within minutes of ejaculation. He hadn’t even taken his pants off all the way so it was a quick removal of protection and zip up before heading out the door. She regretted allowing that relationship to go as far as intercourse. She’d been thinking of ending things and ended up losing her virginity.
One of many signs she wasn’t good at interacting with others.
“You’re having some sort of internal struggle.” Toby tapped her temple with a fingertip. “I can hear your mind spinning.”
“Well, yes, there’s a lot to think about.”
“Why?”
“Um…” Madison hated being unable to pull her thoughts together and around Toby it appeared to be her go-to mode. She latched onto the obvious. “We’re naked, for one.”
Toby laughed. “And we’re going to stay that way the rest of the night.”
“Rest of the night?”
“Yep.” He nodded. “I told you I wasn’t done.”
“Ah, yes, you did, but—”
His hand covered her mouth. “Stop thinking. Remember how well it turned out last time you switched off that brain of yours?”
She spoke against his palm. “We had sex.” Great sex. The greatest-sex-in-the-world sex. Her world, anyway. His…
“Amazing sex,” he growled as he replaced his hand with his mouth.
Madison parted her lips for his probing tongue. She shivered when he trailed a hand down her chest and over her breast to the taut nipple that throbbed and tingled, anticipating his touch. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers played—stroked, pinched and twisted—until her breath puffed from her lungs in shallow pants.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he spoke into her mouth, the words low and muffled. “The need shouldn’t get stronger.”
With trembling fingers, Madison touch Toby’s broad chest. His moan of pleasure rippled through her and made her bolder. Tentatively she explored his torso, the wide pecs and the undulations of his abdomen. She’d never seriously thought about the references other women made to washboard abs, but having Toby’s warm muscles beneath her hand brought new understanding.
He continued to kiss her. His tongue tangled with hers and explored her mouth with wet slides that coaxed her to do her own explorations. More confident, she thrust her tongue against his and moved her hand lower on his body, investigated those sharp dips that ran along his hipbones and led to his groin. Proving he was in tune with her, Toby pulled his mouth from hers and rolled to his back.
“Touch me wherever—however—you want.” He raised his arms and folded them beneath his head. “I’m all yours.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened as she took in all of him. From head to toe, the man was sculpted perfection. Smooth skin stretched over muscles honed to peak condition. Light brown hair, sparse in some places, thick in others, had her wondering if it would feel coarse or soft against her fingertips—her face. “I’ve never…”
“Just what have you done?” His last word hitched when she trailed her fingertips down his stomach towards the large erection protruding from his groin.
“I’ve had sex.” The deep channels edging his abdominal muscles intrigued her. They formed a natural arrow toward what was surely the world’s most magnificent penis. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft.
“Fuck.” He jerked in her hand, his hips rising off the bed, and she instantly let go.
“Sorry.”
“No.” He grabbed her hand and moved it back to his penis. “That was a good fuck.”
With his guidance, Madison gripped him once more and began to stroke up and down his length. “It’s so smooth.” There was no hiding the wonder in her voice.
“Have you ever touched a cock before?” His words were tinged with curiosity and disbelief.
She shivered at the earthy description of the flesh in her hand and, shaking her head, she continued to examine the silky skin stretched wide and long, as well as the crinkly skin covering the testicles at the base. “It’s completely different to what I expected.”
***
Toby’s head was going to explode.
Both of them.
“Yeah. Like that.” He rocked up into Madison’s hand.
She’d gripped him with uncertainty at first, now she worked her hand over his cock with the confidence of someone who knew her touch brought pleasure. He pulsed in her palm and she squeezed her fingers tighter, more blood rushed into his shaft, making him harder.
God. He threw his head back on the pillow and grit his teeth. Had a hand job ever felt this good?
She learned quickly what set him off. The sweep of her thumb over his crown on the upstroke, the roll of his balls on the down, and the slight twist of her wrist with every pull. She’d mastered him without even trying. Her innocence and curiosity added to the pleasure.
He’d figured out Madison had limited sexual experience and he was willing to let her explore to her heart’s content. He just wasn’t sure he could handle it without giving her a handful. And he wasn’t talking about his junk currently in her hand. If she kept it up, he’d be dumping a load all over both of them.
“Can I make you ejaculate?”
Fuck. His body went rigid, his groin throbbed. Even her clinical words got him off. “You want to give me a hand job?” he rasped out through clenched teeth.
“Is that okay?”
Toby laughed then groaned when her fingers tightened around him. “Fuck. Yes. Whatever you want.” He’d stand on his fucking head and suck his damn thumb if she kept doing what she was doing.
“When you do, can I taste it?”
Jesus. Shit. Fuck. He pumped his hips, drove his cock through her tight grasp. “Harder. Faster.”
“Like this?”
“Argh…”
“And this?” She cupped his balls in her other hand, squeezed gently, rolled them. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes. Everything.” He panted. “Don’t. Stop.”
Fuck. He was ridiculously close to coming. Embarrassingly close.
Her grip grew tighter and quicker and Toby’s eyes crossed as she took him over the edge. Hips bucking, his cock jerked with each pulse of come spilling from the head. Sperm coated his belly and Madison’s hand, the glide of her fingers easier with the aid of his natural lube.
“Jesus. Mad.” He dragged in a breath and clamped his jaw as she lowered her head and tentatively licked at him. “Fuu…ck.”
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around the crown and sliding down his shaft a good couple of inches. A hum vibrated through him and settled in his balls. They may have just emptied a load but he’d be damned if they weren’t tingling and throbbing like they were ready to launch another one.
She increased the suction as she lifted off him. “It’s salty.” She took a swipe at the pool of come on his stomach with the flat of her tongue. “Not as creamy as I expected.”
Every part of him went rock hard. Include the cock that had just exploded in release.
Jesus, she was killing him. Her guileless commentary of her discoveries, the way she studied his come with an innocent fascination, shouldn’t turn him on. It did. Everything about her captivated him, from her prudish schoolmarm persona, to this curious sexually uninhibited woman lapping at his cock—and the many facets of Madison in between—Toby wanted to know them all.
He wanted to be the one to show her new things. Watch while she explored a world of pleasure she’d either been denied or denied herself. Whatever the reason, he planned to be the one to show her everything she’d missed.
Starting with one of his favorite positions.
Gripping her waist, Toby spun her around and brought her over the top of him so she faced his feet. “Put your knees on either side of my head,” he demanded.
She did so without question and he smiled. Wiggling a bit, he lined himself up so his face was right near that sweet pussy of hers.
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“What?” She arched her back and tucked her head, staring at him through the gap between their torsos. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m gonna teach you all about the number sixty-nine.” He rocked his hips so his cock brushed the side of her face. “Suck me while I lick you.”
Her eyes widened, a harsh breath rushing through her parted lips as she turned and brought her mouth a millimeter from his throbbing length. “Mmm…”
Toby didn’t need to say anything else. Not that he could. The second she parted those plush lips and sucked him inside, he wasn’t capable of making anything with his vocal cords other than animalistic sounds of pleasure.
Lust whipped at him. Clawed and dragged as ecstasy lashed through him. Wanting nothing more than to take her with him—to make her feel the deep erotic thrill that rocked him to his bones—he leaned up and all but swallowed her slick pussy whole.
In minutes they were dancing on the brink of release. Moving together faster and faster until Toby couldn’t hold out any longer. His third orgasm of the night tore through him as though it were the first. It took him hard and without mercy.
He barely registered the tight suction of Mad’s mouth as she drew every drop of come from him. Heart racing, breath heaving in his chest, he used his fingers and thumb to shove her off the cliff with him.
She cried out around his cock and another spasm gripped him. Groaning against her thigh, he gentled his strokes, eased her down as the last of her release rippled through her.
Sapped of energy, it took effort to spin her so she lay draped over his chest, her head snuggled beneath his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her ragged breath and heart beat lulling him to sleep.
Chapter Nine
“Morning.” Toby nuzzled his nose on the soft skin in the curve of Madison’s neck.
She turned into him, snuggled against his chest. “Hmm…what time is it?”
Her sleepy voice purred over him, making him smile. He could get used to waking up to her. Glancing at the clock, he said, “Barely nine.”
“God.” She groaned. “We haven’t even had four hours’ sleep.”
He smiled. “Yeah, but the day’s a-wastin’.” Toby slapped her ass and rolled out of bed. “We’ve got plans.”
“Plans?” Her tussled head came off the pillow and she aimed wide, sleepy eyes his way. “We don’t have plans.”
“We most certainly do. Starting with a shower.” He scooped her up in his arms—something he was becoming fond of doing—and carried her to the bathroom.
“Tobias.”
Her indignant cry made him grin. “Madison.”
“Put me down.”
“Sure.” Walking into the shower, he lowered her to her feet. “Happy now?”
She scowled up at him, opened her mouth, but whatever she was going to say turned into a shriek when he flicked on the tap and a burst of cold water hit them.
Laughing, Toby wrapped an arm around her waist and spun her around so her back was to the wall. “Let’s make sure you’re good and dirty before we clean you up.”
“Toby…” She gasped and shivered as he ran his tongue down her throat on the way to his knees.
He’d discovered last night Madison found particular pleasure in having his mouth on her. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he lifted her up and brought her legs over his shoulders. Pink flesh, already glistening with her arousal, spread before him. He leaned in and feasted.
She gripped his head, twisted her fingers in his hair and rocked her hips toward him. He took her up fast. Pushed her to the razor’s edge of release and held her there until she begged.
“Please.” She tugged on his hair. Thrust her pussy against his mouth. “More.”
He gave it to her. Teeth and tongue and lips. Fingers plunging hard and deep, and the pressure of his thumb on that tight rosette he’d yet to fuck. They’d get to that. Not today though. Today he was going to make her come, and while she was all soft and compliant, he’d get her to agree to join him at his family’s barbeque.
With his goal in mind, Toby sucked her clit between his lips and flicked with his tongue as he drove three fingers into her clenching pussy. She jerked. If it weren’t for the wall behind her, supporting her back, they would have toppled to the floor.
Her orgasm broke over her and she writhed against him. His fingers sank deeper with each contraction and the thumb pressed to her anus breached that virgin territory.
A cry tore from her throat. The extra stimulation set off a new wave of spasms and Madison became a livewire in his arms. She thrashed and bucked and dug her nails into his scalp. He rode it with her, kept up the carnal assault until the final quake turned to a tremor. And still he kept at her, brought her down from that high peak to the melted valley of release.
She went limp, her body draping over his head and, slipping her legs from his shoulders he settled her onto his lap, her thighs straddling his. He stroked a hand over her hair—still in a bun but now thoroughly messed and hanging from the back of her head with all they’d done in the last twelve hours—down her back and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
“You okay?” he murmured into her temple where he nuzzled the wisps of wet hair.
“Mmm…”
Toby smiled and held her close. He’d known beneath Madison’s cool exterior he’d find layers, but he never dreamed he’d find the responsive woman currently in his arms. Time and again during the night she’d proven to be his equal in sexual appetite, and her willingness to try anything he suggested blew him away. Her proclivities appeared to be a match for his as well.
She stirred in his arms and he was reminded again of her size. At least a foot shorter than him with delicate bones that disguised surprising strength, Madison was a deceptive package. She’d handled him with ease, even when she’d been unsure of herself she hadn’t backed away; she’d gone after what she wanted.
What he wanted was to know every inch of her. Inside and out.
And he didn’t just mean physically.
He wanted to know what made her tick. What she liked and didn’t. Where did she see herself in five years…ten? Did she want to get married? Have children? Continue to teach or stay at home to raise her family? So many questions. But he wouldn’t find the answers sitting at the bottom of his shower.
“Up we get.” He got to his feet, held her pressed against his chest and turned under the water. “Good thing I’ve got instant hot water.”
Madison tilted her head back to look at him with a contented smile. “Good thing.”
He returned her smile with a wide one of his own. “Let’s use it to get you clean, now I’ve made you all dirty.” He spun her around, put her on her feet, and reached for the soap with one hand while keeping the other curled around her waist. “Stand right there.”
When she was steady, he lathered his hands and proceeded to turn a simple wash into a sensual massage. When her head lowered, her chin hitting her chest, he made his move.
“Want to get some breakfast here or on the way to your house?”
“I can make French toast if you have the right ingredients.”
Toby grinned. “Excellent.” He ran a hand up her spine, getting a moan as reward.
“Do you have coffee?”
“Who doesn’t have coffee?” Dragging both hands up her ribs, he moved them around to cup her tits. “We need to go to the shops to pick up some steaks for later.”
“Okay.” She moved into his touch, her back arching, her boobs lifting into his palms.
“We’ll stop at your place on the way so you can get changed.”
“Mmm… Okay.” Madison languidly leaned back against him.
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and gave her tits one last squeeze before turning her under the spray to wash away the remaining suds.
***
Madison’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror and the man following her. She wa
s more than a little befuddled at what was going on. So much had changed since Wednesday when she was forced to accept Toby as her co-teacher.
They’d spent the night together.
Technically they’d spent two nights together, but last night had been nothing like the first one. The things he’d done to her—with her. The things she’d done to him. Even now, a flush rose up her chest and heated her face. Her sex clenched, her nipples pebbled. From her tumbled hair to her rosy cheeks to her sore muscles and intimate parts, her whole body was one big blooming advertisement for lascivious activity.
She looked like she’d spent the night rolling around in bed having hot sex. The look was so foreign, Madison kept doing a double take whenever she caught a glimpse of herself. And she didn’t even want to think about the roller coaster of emotions or the barrage of sensations swamping her.
A part of her wanted to just go with it. Wanted to let him lead her wherever he chose to take them. She’d been doing that since last night and so far he’d given her amazing pleasure and made her feel sexy, desired—normal. He was the first man to ever make her feel those things.
She’d spent her whole life a step apart. Not by choice. Circumstances had led her to the fringes of whatever environment she was in. From the age of thirteen she’d been surrounded by people older than her. Not that she’d ever really interacted with those her own age before that. Her parents had her on a strict study regime that didn’t allow for socializing with other kids.
There was no frame of reference for her interaction with Toby. She didn’t know what to think or what to do or how to act.
She’d never felt so out of control.
He overwhelmed her. Took her to places she’d never dreamed of and had her wanting more—craving more.
Which is where the other part of her came in. She didn’t understand why a man like Toby would want her. Sex aside, which she was smart enough to know any guy would take, no matter who offered, why did he want to be with her?
With a sigh, she flicked her indicator on and prepared to turn onto her street. Another quick glance in the mirror showed Toby right behind her.