Taking the Heat

by Victoria Dahl

  Oh, Jesus. He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of her. Her pale hand around his cock, her glistening mouth and wide eyes, and her pussy spread for him. He needed to push his hips forward. Needed her to guide his cock into her. He needed to fuck her hard and fast until he came deep inside her.

  He couldn’t.

  She stroked him then, and he couldn’t help the words that spilled from his lips. “Yes. Stroke me. Oh, fuck that feels good.” He opened his eyes to watch her hand work him slowly. The movements were clumsy, uncertain and the best fucking thing he’d felt in years.

  “Oh,” she said again as her thumb slid over his head, smearing precome along his skin.

  “I could come now,” he growled. “Just from looking at your pussy, just from your hand. I can still taste you, Veronica, and the taste of you in my mouth makes me want to come. Right now. So don’t think I don’t fucking love it.”

  He backed away from her hand and shoved her thighs wide again, and he put his open mouth over her whole pussy.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  She was going to come for him. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know that. Wetness was practically dripping from her now. He licked her clit and teased the opening of her pussy with a sliding finger. She bucked against him.

  He didn’t want to hurt her, so he pressed only one finger in, being careful just in case. But he wasn’t going to hurt her. His finger slid in easily. He stroked her with it, and she wasn’t being so quiet anymore. She moaned and panted and her hands fisted his hair.

  Gabe gently eased another finger inside her. Now it was tight. Now she squeezed against him, but her hips met the thrusts of his fingers eagerly, lifting up for more. He licked more firmly at her clit and quickened the push of his fingers, pressing up, stretching her a little, letting her body feel full, as if there were a cock inside her. As if she were truly getting fucked for the first time. But he kept his tongue steady. He kept it firm and quick and her thighs began to tremble.

  “Fuck,” she gasped. “Gabe. Oh, fuck. I...” Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. I’m sorry, just... Oh, fuck.”

  Despite that growled curse, she still sounded surprised when she came. She gasped, her cry going high in shock, and then he felt her tight pussy spasm around his fingers. Her clit jumped under his tongue.

  She seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then she screamed, a rough cry full of released tension. A sob of pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t slow his movements until he felt the pulse of her orgasm slowing. He didn’t stop until her hands pulled his head up.

  “Oh, my God,” she sobbed over and over.

  He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t mind that his scalp ached from the fists she’d twisted in his hair. He loved it. “Feel better?” he asked.

  She stared at him with glazed eyes, then slowly nodded. “That was...” she started. She shook her head in confusion. “That was better than a vibrator. I didn’t think it would be.”

  “Ha. Should I be flattered or insulted?”

  “Definitely flattered.”

  He rose up to his knees and watched her eyes widen.

  Gabe glanced down to his straining cock. “Just ignore that. It’ll go away.”

  “I don’t want to ignore it,” she breathed, and Gabe almost groaned at the lust in her voice. He wasn’t just horny; he felt fucking triumphant, his beard still damp from her come. He grabbed his crumpled shirt from between the couch cushions and scrubbed it over his chin.

  Veronica laughed. “Come here. I want you to fuck me.”

  His pulse sped at the words, making the ache in his cock even worse. “Nope. Next time. You’re not even squirming now.”

  The lax muscles of her thighs tightened again as if she was aware of the decadent picture she made, sprawled and satisfied on the couch. “You’re right,” she said, giggling. “I’m not squirming. I’m shaking.”

  He spread his fingers over her thighs and felt the trembling of her muscles. He’d done that. But he forgot his arrogance when she reached for his cock and stroked him.

  “But I want you to come,” she murmured.

  “Okay,” he agreed immediately, making her giggle again.

  “Are you laughing at me?” he asked.

  “Yes. I feel...powerful.” She stroked him again, and his hips pushed toward her despite his effort to control himself. She stroked him one more time before letting him go. “Come here, Gabe.”

  She patted the couch and he rose to sit next to her, tugging up his shorts as he did so. But he needn’t have bothered, apparently. She didn’t stay put for long. Veronica went to her knees on the floor and slid her hand into his shorts to wrap her fingers around his cock.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he protested, though there was no mistaking the rough need in his voice.

  “Do you think I don’t like this?” she asked, echoing his own words back at him. Smiling, she drew his cock free from his shorts. That was all it took. Gabe gave in and slid a hand into her hair.

  “Well, if you like it...then kiss me.”

  * * *

  EVEN AFTER WHAT they’d just done, heat rushed to her face at his words. The words made it real. She was really kneeling at his feet; she was really about to put her mouth around his thick, hard cock.

  She’d done it with other men. One guy in college and one a couple of years ago in New York. But with Gabe, it was a different kind of nervousness. His hand was gentle in her hair, and he seemed patient despite the raw need that tightened the skin around his eyes. And he was so beautiful. His brown eyes and dark beard and his muscled shoulders. Everything about him was perfect all the way down to his erection.

  For the first time ever, this felt like something she wanted, not something she was willing to do. Was that how he’d felt, kneeling between her legs? That he wanted his mouth on her?

  She shivered a little at the memory of that pleasure. Then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the crown of his cock. He smelled delicious. That was the first thing she noticed. Like soap and clean skin, yes, but with a subtle, unfamiliar musk that made her mouth water. He smelled like sex.

  She kissed him again, a simple press of her lips, and Gabe sighed.

  “God, you look so pretty,” he whispered.

  Her face flamed again. She liked it. She liked him telling her pretty things while she did something filthy.

  She squeezed his cock again, glancing at him to see if he liked it. From the way he gritted his teeth, she’d guess that he did. A clear bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his cock when she stroked. With one last nervous glance at his face, she pressed her mouth there and tasted him.

  When she licked, the salt of his precome covered her tongue and made her mouth water even more. She slowly licked all the slick, salty liquid from his skin and loved the way he hissed in response.

  Feeling more confident now, she lapped at the head of his cock one more time, and then she wrapped her lips around him. He was heavy against her tongue, heavy and warm as she slid her mouth over him.

  “Veronica,” he murmured. “God, that feels good.”

  Yes. Yes, she wanted it to feel so good for him. She thought of how he hadn’t stopped licking her despite her protest. Of how he’d sucked and tasted and kissed her as if he’d loved every second. She thought of that and sucked him deeper into her mouth.

  His fingers spasmed against her hair, but he didn’t tighten his grip. He only touched her, as if steadying her for his cock.

  She moved her mouth up and down, sucking at him, but she felt unsure. She wanted to be as good to him as he’d felt to her, and there must be more to being good than this. Or maybe not. After all, she didn’t get letters from men complaining about technique, only from women.

  Still, her mind began
to work. She couldn’t tell if he loved it. She stopped enjoying it. She started to worry and lost all the tight, hot feelings that had started building inside her again.

  She didn’t want it like this. Not with Gabe.

  She drew her mouth slowly up and let him slide free.

  “It’s okay,” Gabe whispered. He closed his hand around the base of his cock. “Come up here.” He sat forward and his hand tipped her head toward his mouth. “Just touch me.” His lips brushed hers.

  She sat back on her haunches. “No. I want this. I’ve... I’ve done it before. I just want to know if you like it.”

  His laugh was a shocked huff of air. “I love it.”

  “I mean...” She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was tired of being self-conscious. She wasn’t the same girl she’d always been. Hadn’t she just come all over this man’s gorgeous face? She took another deep breath. “I want you to show me exactly how to do it. Tell me. I want to know.”

  He stared at her for a long moment. He looked impossibly handsome and decadent. His hair mussed from the grip of her hands, his eyes dark with arousal. His naked chest and flat belly. And there was his fist wrapped around the dusky skin of his hard cock. It still glistened with moisture from her mouth, and she felt strangely proud of that.

  “That’s what you want?” he finally asked.

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  His gaze fell to her mouth. “All right. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.”

  His filthy words hit her square in the chest, and the shock of it shuddered through her body. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. She nodded as he lifted his hips and pushed his shorts completely off. His hard cock bobbed with the movement, and she felt almost mesmerized by it. She simply didn’t do this kind of thing. And now she was...squirming for it.

  Her heart, which had skipped a few beats in surprise, now thundered to life. She felt a little dizzy. But the heavy tightness was back, squeezing her deep inside.

  He gripped his cock in his left hand again, and his right hand returned to cup her head. “Do just what you did before, Veronica. I loved it.” He pulled her head down. “Lick me again. Taste me.”

  She’d been doing it right, after all. She just had to stop thinking and worrying and learn to enjoy.

  She licked him just as she had the first time, circling his cock with her tongue, sucking at just the tip of him again, drawing more slippery salt into her mouth.

  Gabe groaned when she did that, so she did it again. “Now,” he rasped, “lick all the way down. Tease me a little.”

  She pressed her tongue flat to his shaft and dragged it down to the base. She sucked there, then kissed him. “Can I touch you?” she whispered. “Here?”

  She cupped his testicles lightly, unsure about how sensitive they were.

  “God, yes,” he answered.

  She ran her tongue all the way up his shaft to the top again.

  “Slide me into your mouth. Just like before. Fuck. That’s so sweet, Veronica. Suck me. Just like you did.”

  Heat fluttered through her in waves, starting like a blush in her face and then rippling down through her body. She sucked his cock, and this time she felt as if she was perfect. She just wanted to know. That was all.

  She gently tightened her hand on his balls, and Gabe bucked up a little into her mouth. “Deeper,” he murmured. “Can you take more of me?”

  Yes, she could. Of course she could. It felt easy to take more of his cock. She could suck almost half of it into her mouth now.

  He sighed with pleasure as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s so good.”

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him in her mouth, the heaviness of his arousal, the width of him stretching her. Each time she’d done this before, she’d felt as if she was being used. As if her mouth was a sex toy. But this felt...intimate. She felt close to him instead of further removed.

  His hand tightened on her head and eased her up. She felt disoriented as he slid from her mouth and she opened her eyes. It was too bright in the room. Her mouth was too empty.

  “Are you still liking this?” he asked, the words deep and ragged.

  “Yes. Are you?”

  “Oh, fuck yes.” He let go of his cock and wrapped her free hand where his had been. “Tighter,” he said. She squeezed him harder as he framed her head in both of his hands and lowered her mouth again. She took him deep, then even deeper as his hands guided her down. His cock hit the back of her throat. She held her breath for a moment until he raised her back up and she could breathe.

  She should have felt used, she realized as he guided her slowly up and down, fucking himself with her mouth. But she didn’t. She felt...almost light. Shimmering. She felt as if she was being fucked for the first time, and she loved it.

  “Is that good?” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

  She hummed an answer around his shaft and pressed her tongue tighter to him.

  “Jesus,” he gasped. “You feel so good, Veronica. And you look so perfect. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I like seeing you like this. I like watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty mouth. Fuck.”

  The heat crashed over her again, some strange, incredibly arousing variety of embarrassment that made her groan with pleasure. She sucked him harder. Faster.

  Finally, he cursed and drew her head up. He gripped himself again and stroked quickly, one hand still tangled in her hair, holding her still. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Veronica. Fuck.” His cock jumped and come shot onto his belly, then another pulse of it. She watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of her. Her heart raced at the sight, as if she were watching something forbidden.

  His breath huffed from him in broken gasps until his fist tightened in one long last squeeze of his cock and his head fell back onto the couch. “Oh, my God,” he said, half laughing around the words. “Holy shit.”

  She pressed her lips together to hold in a secret smile. She shouldn’t feel proud. Hadn’t she just been telling herself that men didn’t seem very picky about blow jobs?

  But while his eyes were closed, she took the chance to look him over. The muscles of his neck and shoulders had lost all their tension. His hands lay open and relaxed on his naked thighs, as if he were meditating. But best of all, the flat, ridged plane of his belly was streaked with come, and the sight of it filled her with an odd joy. It felt like yet another secret for her to keep, but this was a delicious kind of secret she’d never, ever had before.

  She ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his thigh and she finally let herself smile against him.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I AM A SEX GODDESS.

  She smirked at the words she’d typed into her blank document. “A sex goddess,” she whispered to herself. But no, that wasn’t quite it. There were too many types of sex she hadn’t had yet.

  She backed the cursor all the way up and tried again. I give the best blow jobs in the whole world. Okay, that probably wasn’t true. Yet. She’d only given one awesome blow job, after all.

  I am a dick-sucking savant.

  Yes. That was it. And she was the perfect match for a world-class pussy eater like Gabe.

  Veronica smiled stupidly at the screen, blushing at her own vulgar thoughts. She had to get to work, but all she wanted to do was think about what they’d done the night before.

  He hadn’t spent the night. She understood why. It was just sex. It wasn’t serious. And he’d been due at work first thing in the morning, so he hadn’t stayed. But she wished he had. She wanted it again.

  Hoping more caffeine would clear the haze of lust from her head, she got up and poured herself another cup of coffee.

  Her new note stared he
r in the face. #3—Try new things. She was really kicking ass at that one. She’d tried Gabe MacKenzie.

  She sighed and leaned against the counter.

  Holy mother, she was in trouble. One single orgasm and he was under her skin in a big way. Not that she was surprised. She’d waited a really long time for that orgasm, and it had been a good one. As far as she could tell. Maybe there were better ones. She wanted to find out.

  Try new things.

  She set her cup down and dug a pen from a drawer to add two words to the note. #3—Try all the new things.

  But first she had to work. She grabbed her coffee and laptop and headed to the desk in her bedroom. It would be easier to think if she was away from the oral-sex couch.

  She opened the email from Torn and started writing.

  Dear Torn,

  I struggled with how to answer your letter, because there is no easy answer. You have dreams. You have goals and desires that are about you and have nothing to do with a man. But you also have a relationship that you value and a partner you love. The truth is that these two very separate things may not fit together.

  I could tell you to sit down and make a list of pros and cons, of risks and rewards, but real life isn’t neat like that. If you follow your dreams, there’s a good chance they won’t work out the way you expect. You might hate the city, you might hate the job, or you might get sick in a year and find that career and location are your lowest priorities. Then again, we all know that marriage isn’t exactly a permanent state anymore. You can dedicate your life to someone and wake up to find that they’re gone six months later.

  But if you’re keeping this from him, I’m not sure he’s the love of your life. First of all, you’re not communicating with him. Second, you don’t trust him. What you’re saying is “I’m considering giving up my dream to live where he wants to live, because I know he won’t do the same for me.”

  Torn, you have to tell him about your dreams, your job offer and your fears. His reaction might help you make the decision. But there’s a good possibility that this relationship is already on shaky ground, shaky enough that if you stay in it and don’t follow the dreams that are just for you, your love may fade more quickly than you think.