“Or having a stroke.”
Dara burst out laughing. She tried to make the face herself, but they both collapsed into fits of laughter. While the pair of porn stars went at it like they meant it, Matt and Dara couldn’t stop giggling.
“Oh, Mr. Electrician,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Can you check my wiring? I think I’ve got a short somewhere.”
Matt snorted. He was light-headed, both from laughing and from nerves, not to mention the hard-on that was going to need some attention sooner or later.
The couple on the screen peeled themselves off the couch, and the scene shifted into a bedroom, where the man bent the woman over a gigantic bed. She’d barely hit the mattress before he grabbed her hips, shoved every inch of his absurdly huge cock into her, and started pounding her so hard, even the bed was groaning.
The woman grabbed handfuls of the duvet, and he swore her shrill cries got louder with every thrust.
“Jesus.” Dara shook her head. “She’s supposed to be enjoying herself, but she sounds like she’s being mauled by a badger.”
“So that’s…not how women sound during sex?”
“Oh no. No, no, no. Lord, no.”
“Thank God.” He paused. “Wait, how do you know what other women sound like during sex?”
She glanced at him and shrugged. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Actually, I—”
Right then, the woman on the screen shrieked, “Harder!”
And impossibly, the man gave it to her harder, knocking little yelps out of her.
Matt cringed. “Okay, what about that? Isn’t that painful?”
“Uh-huh.” Dara didn’t look at him. She was too busy staring wide-eyed at the screen. He was surprised she wasn’t drooling, especially as she murmured, “Yeah, it, uh…it hurts. But…” She shivered.
“Wait, so that’s good?”
“Oh yeah.” She finally turned to him. “Slow and gentle is nice sometimes, but as far as I’m concerned, the best kind of sex”—she gestured at the screen—“leaves marks.”
Matt gulped. “Oh.”
They kept watching. He was about to ask where the line was between good pain and bad pain when the guy pulled out and suddenly shoved his cock into the girl’s ass. She whimpered, but both Matt and Dara cringed.
“Ow!” She wagged her finger at the screen. “No, Mr. Porn Star! No! That is a party foul, you jackass.”
“Not into anal?”
“Oh, I’ll do anal.” She clicked her tongue. “But if you ever want to do a girl like that, you better be a goddamned gentleman about it.”
Matt blinked. He glanced at the man currently fucking the bejeezus out of the woman’s ass, and then turned to Dara. “Explain to me exactly how one is a gentleman when it comes to…this?”
“It’s easy.” She shrugged. “You start by asking nicely. You use a ton of lube, and you go…fucking…slow.” She gestured sharply at the groaning, thrusting man. “Pulling it out of my snatch and shoving it up my butt without so much as a ‘would you mind’ is just plain rude.”
Matt stared at her. God, if that wasn’t the crass woman who’d been his best friend all those years.
“Okay, that’s enough. Change it, change it.” She gestured at the screen and wrinkled her nose. “Let’s watch a different one before this guy suddenly decides he’s in the mood for another blowjob.”
Matt quickly changed it. He picked a random video and skipped ahead until the two porn stars were already naked and fucking.
“Much better,” Dara muttered.
“You like my big, hard dick, don’t you?” the guy on the screen growled, grabbing the woman’s hair and jerking her head back. “You like it big and hard in your pussy, don’t you?”
Dara groaned again and facepalmed. “Oh, silly porn star. Pull my hair all you want, but do not talk dirty unless you can do it without making me laugh.”
“So the hair-pulling thing? That’s—”
“Oh honey.” Dara shivered. “That’s hot.”
“Is it?”
“Uh-huh.”
He glanced at her. Then the screen. Then at her again.
He gestured at the coffee table. “Could you hand me that other remote?”
She leaned toward the table, and as soon as her back was off the couch, he seized the opportunity and grabbed a handful of her hair.
Dara sucked in a breath. Her back arched. Her eyes widened, then slid closed. “Fuck…”
“This…this okay?”
She nodded, which must have pulled like hell. “Uh-huh.”
She tried to turn her head, so he loosened his grasp just enough to let her, and their eyes locked. In an instant, the porno was forgotten—he could barely hear the slapping skin and stupid dialogue over the beat of his own heart.
“Let go,” she whispered.
Immediately, he released her, and before he could even withdraw his hand, she’d spun around and climbed on top of him like she had last night. As if he wasn’t already turned on within an inch of his life—now he had Dara straddling him and kissing him.
He tugged at her shirt. She sat back to peel it off, and while she got rid of her bra too, he took his own shirt off. When they came back together, bare skin against bare skin gave him goose bumps, and he wanted to taste her as much as he wanted to touch her.
Grasping her hair again, he pulled her head back, and when he kissed her neck, her moan vibrated against his lips. How had he never imagined something like that would be so damned hot?
He explored her throat, her collarbones, back up to the underside of her jaw, all the while marveling at the softness of her skin against his lips and the heat of her body, her stiff nipples grazing his chest, the sounds she made, and how every time she squirmed, she rubbed against his dick.
Despite his grip on her hair, she tilted her head down again, found his lips and claimed a demanding kiss. He didn’t fight her—God, but he loved the way she kissed. The theatrical moaning in the background had nothing on the sharp, ragged breaths as Matt and Dara made out and held each other. He cupped her breasts, savoring all her little moans and whimpers as he teased her gently.
Between kisses, she said, “T-tell me if we’re going too fast.”
“No such thing right now.” He circled her nipples with his thumbs, making her gasp and shiver. “Just too slow.”
“In that case,” she whispered breathlessly, “we should get the rest of these stupid clothes out of the way.”
“Good idea.”
They pulled apart and stood. His head was spinning and his hands were shaking as he stripped out of his jeans and boxers. And holy shit, he felt so much better without that zipper pressing against his cock. Still turned on as all hell, but much less restrained and frustrated.
He paused to turn off the porno before it got annoying, then dropped his clothes on a chair, and when he faced her, he froze.
How had he never noticed what a stunning body she had? Naked, she was even hotter—smooth curves, gorgeous breasts and hips just begging for his hands over them. The little patch of dark hair between her thighs made his breath catch, and he could already see himself parting her legs and sliding inside her.
Nerves and arousal vied for dominance. Blood pounded in his ears.
Dara came closer, and she kissed him as they wrapped their arms around each other. The heat of her body and the softness of her skin against his drove him insane, and her kiss made his knees shake.
And just when he was pretty sure he couldn’t handle any more, she reached between them and stroked him, turning his thoughts to liquid.
Grinning against his lips, she murmured, “Still going too slow?”
“I think the only thing that wouldn’t be ‘too slow’ is fucking you.”
Dara’s breath hitched.
“We don’
t have… I mean, I can—”
“I think you’d better fuck me before we both lose our minds.”
Oh. My. God.
He swallowed. “Should we go upstairs?”
“We should.” She nudged him toward the couch. “But I don’t want to wait that long, and I have a feeling you don’t either.”
“N-not really, no.”
“Thought so.” She kissed him, and then whispered, “Let me get on top. So all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”
He lay back on the couch, and she straddled him like she had last night, except now his heart went even crazier because they didn’t have two pairs of jeans dividing them this time.
She lifted up and steadied herself, taking just the head of his cock, letting him feel how hot and wet she was.
Matt struggled to focus his eyes. He wanted to watch her, to see everything she did, but he was already overwhelmed.
She came down slowly, taking him a fraction of an inch at a time. He’d fantasized plenty of times about what it might feel like to be inside a woman, and this was everything he imagined and nothing he’d imagined all at once. She was so tight, and hot, and slick, and he’d never even thought about what her thighs would feel like against his hips or how the little hitches in her breath would sound as she took him deeper in her pussy.
Dara put her hands on his shoulders and pinned him down, and then she was moving, and she was moving fast, and he couldn’t begin to define just what she was doing with her hips, but he didn’t care as long as she didn’t stop. Her breasts bounced, and he couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them. When his thumbs grazed her nipples, she threw her head back and moaned, and her pussy clenched around him so hard, he thought he was going to pass out.
“Oh God.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m gonna come. Shit…too fast…too—”
“Come,” she whispered, and she rode him even harder. “This won’t be the last time I fuck you tonight.”
And he lost it. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down as he forced himself inside her, and he came deep in her pussy.
Holy shit.
Two days ago, he hadn’t been able to comprehend that Dara was so sexy, that she turned him on as much as she did. Lying beneath her now, his body still trembling from his orgasm, he couldn’t believe he’d ever missed how hot she was.
Still shaking, still struggling to catch his breath, he murmured, “So, uh, if you ever want to make fun of pornos again…”
Dara laughed, sounding almost drunk. “Name the time and place, and I am there.”
Chapter Twelve
When Matt’s legs were steady enough to hold him, Dara took him upstairs, leaving their clothes where they’d landed.
In her bedroom, they climbed into her bed.
As he pulled the covers up over them, she said, “There’s a harsh truth about women that you need to learn.”
He met her gaze. “Okay?”
She barely kept herself from grinning as she slipped her foot between his legs, and when he yelped, she burst out laughing.
“What the hell?” He jerked away. “Your feet are freezing!”
“Mine and every other woman’s out there.” She snickered. “Get used to it, mi amigo.”
“Bitch,” he muttered, but pulled her back into his arms anyway.
Giggling, Dara cuddled up against him. Even as the playful moment faded, she couldn’t help smiling because his body felt nice beside hers. She’d been missing the warmth of skin on skin since long before whatshisname walked out, and she didn’t know how long it had been since she’d felt the soft tickle of fingertips absently running along her arm. What a concept—lying in bed with someone who seemed like he actually wanted to be there with her.
After a while, though, she was starting to doze off, so she lifted herself up onto her elbow. “Well, now you’ve had sex.” She grinned. “What are you going to do now?”
He chuckled. “Is this the part where I say ‘I’m going to Disneyland’?”
Dara snorted. “Yes. It is.”
He laughed, but it faded. “It was definitely intense. But it happened so fast.”
She smiled, running her fingers along his stubbled jaw. “The first time always happens fast.” She quirked her lips. “Well, except when it doesn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Guys go one of two ways their first time—really fast, or they take for-fucking-ever. And believe me, that second option is not as fun as it sounds.”
“Oh.” He paused, as if letting the comment roll around in his mind. “What was your first time like?”
Dara groaned and covered her face with both hands. “Oh Jesus. It was awful.”
“Really? What happened?”
“More like what didn’t happen,” she muttered, and ticked the points off on her fingers: “Foreplay. Orgasms. Any lubrication to speak of.”
He wrinkled his nose. “That definitely doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“It wasn’t. The next time was a little better, but he always took so fucking long to come, I got bored.”
“Bored? Really?”
“Uh-huh. There’s only so long you can keep a girl’s interest when you’re doing the same…thing…for…ever.”
Matt laughed. “Wow. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Neither did I until it happened. I didn’t think of a lot of things until they happened.”
“Such as…?”
“Lying there afterward and thinking ‘that’s it?’”
“Ouch.”
“Tell me about it.” She paused. “Would you believe I didn’t have an orgasm with a guy until I met Charlie?”
“Seriously? But he wasn’t… I mean, you’d been with other guys by then, right?”
“A few. And none of them could get the job done.” Her face burned. “Between you and me, I think that’s the only reason we got married—we had nothing in common, we could barely hold a conversation, but the sex?” She whistled. “Off the charts.”
“Wow.” He studied her. “What did you mean earlier about ‘wouldn’t I like to know?’ About you knowing what other women sound like?”
Dara laughed. “Um, well, I’ve shared some thin walls with some loud neighbors.” She paused, then casually added, “And Charlie and I had a few threesomes.”
Just as she expected, Matt’s eyes got huge. “Did you?”
“Mmhmm. I was a little curious about women, and he wanted two girls at once, so we tried it a few times. It was fun, but it didn’t turn out to be my thing.” She paused, letting her mind wander back to that part of the past, but she didn’t let it stay there long. “To be honest, the threesomes and things like that did cause problems, but not the way you might think. If we hadn’t been doing all the experimenting and exciting things in the bedroom, we probably would’ve split up well before we went to LA.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “We went together like cats and water in every department except the sex. If that hadn’t been so good—and we hadn’t been so stupid—we never would’ve lasted as long as we did.”
Matt grimaced. “That must have been miserable.”
“It was.”
“With what you’ve said, I can’t decide if I dodged a bullet all these years, or if I missed out.”
“Maybe a little of both.” She rested her hand in the middle of his chest. “Either way, I hope it was worth the wait.”
He smiled, taking her hand in his. “Tonight was definitely worth the wait.” The smile fell, though. “Now I really regret waiting so long. I just feel like I missed out on a lot. Yeah, I made a bunch of money, and my friends and I made the company even bigger than we’d dreamed we would, but at what cost, you know?” He held her gaze. “Making it past thirty-five without ever knowing what this was like?”
You’re not the on
ly one who made it this far without knowing what this was like.
She tamped that thought down and smiled. “There’s no time like the present to make up for it.”
“Yeah, that’s been my thinking.” He returned the smile as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. He looked like he might say something more, but instead, he kissed her again. They pulled each other closer—Jesus, how long had it been since she’d lazily tangled up with a naked man who enjoyed kissing as much as Matt did?
Her hip brushed his cock, which was fully hard again, and a little thrill went through her as a shiver went through him.
Matt broke the kiss and gulped. “Were you serious about doing it again tonight?”
“You’d better believe it.” She teased him with her fingertips. “But I think you’ll be on top this time.”
His eyebrows jumped. “Oh.”
“That’s okay, right?”
“Yeah, of course. I just, um… I’m not totally sure what I’m doing.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled and lifted her head to kiss him. “There is a learning curve, but it’ll come to you. Just do what feels good. There’s no pressure.”
“Except to leave marks?”
Dara smiled. “Not tonight. We’ll get there.” She kissed him again. “However you want it. Slow. Fast. Just…” She shivered.
“Hmm?”
“I just want you. Like, now.”
Matt’s eyes widened.
“Come here.” She rolled onto her back. He hesitated but then got on top, and he held his breath as she guided him to her.
He started to push in, but paused. “This…this okay?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
As he slid all the way into her, they both exhaled. She hadn’t had sex in ages, and Matt was definitely blessed. His cock felt amazing.
The motion of his hips was tentative and uneven, but he’d find his groove in time. And she liked the way he was exploring everything—fucking her, holding her, kissing her—without just seeking out the quickest route to an orgasm. This was all new to him, and she loved watching him and feeling him as he took it all in for the first time. His expression alone was hot—she swore she could see everything he felt. Eyes closed. Brow furrowed.
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