Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1)

by Deana Farrady

  "It was fine, Janey. Are you nervous?"

  "Well, I'm not really in sex mode right now," she said, staring at his hand, which was dexterously popping out the top buttons of her blouse. "I'm thinking about what we talked about tonight."

  "I can tell." Now he was grasping the hem of her blouse.

  "Uh…hold on a sec, Nyall. What are you doing?"

  "Undressing you. Remember? Naked when we're alone. You had your gratis time. It's up."

  She wiggled away. "But…let's talk about this."

  He sighed. "What else have we been doing? We've settled this. You're staying with me. Nothing has changed from our original plan. Except for a party at the end of the month."

  She licked her lips. "Right. But I think we should talk about it anyway. I mean, we haven't talked about it while we're alone. It's an intimate topic."

  He cupped her cheeks. "Janey, I'm sorry for jumping on you when you caressed me while I was on the phone. I'm begging you to do it again in fact. You can do any the fuck thing to my body you want any time you fucking want. Have I made myself clear?"

  Her jaw fell. "Uh-huh."

  His voice gentled. "I'm also sorry about the rule that work always has priority. I don't know what to do about it now, but we'll work on it, all right? Now forgive me for all that crap and let's get to bed."

  Her arms flew up as he pulled off the blouse. "I do forgive you," she said in a muffled voice. Then the shirt was gone and now Nyall was disposing of her bra. Janey's hands went to the cups to keep the undergarment from falling down. "Nyall, wait. Please slow down."

  He muttered something under his breath. "You're not backing out of this again."

  "I don't want to back out of this anymore," she admitted. "I still want you…I still want you to show me all about it. Sex, I mean."

  "Good. Because if you'd decided to leave after I've waited all this time to be with you, I'd have come after you."

  She swallowed. "You want me that much?" Her brain still had a hard time wrapping around that fact.

  "I'm crazy for you, Janey," he said on a laugh-groan.

  "But why?"

  "I don't know—ask my cock. It's been hard for you since that day in the elevator. I can't stop thinking about doing this." Her blouse was gone, her shoes were gone, and now he was sliding down her pants and underwear. She clutched the bra over her breasts like a lifeline.

  "Is that normal for men to fixate sexually on a woman like that? Because nobody's ever done that with me."

  "I wonder," he said absently. "I have the feeling you're wrong about that, but I don't want to talk about it now, Janey. I have no idea what's normal or not. I just know it's not normal for me to want a woman like I want you. Man, I like you naked. Let go of the bra, sweetheart."

  Janey did, amazed she didn't feel shy right now to have a dressed Nyall examining her unclothed body in the middle of the kitchen. She accepted that he really did want her in particular and was even a little proud that he liked her body.

  "You're smiling," he said huskily, wrapping his hands around her waist. "I like that, too."

  "I feel so much better for having met Amy and her friend Oliver," she confessed. "I'm going to be a wonderful friend for you, Nyall, after the sex part is over."

  His hands tightened around her waist. "Oh?"

  She nodded. "I understand now that I'm not really your sex partner or mistress or whatever. I don't think I got it before even though you kept saying it. But now after doing Oliver's resynthesis it's all clear. We're friends just like you and Amy are friends, and we happen to have healthy sexual chemistry and we're doing each other favors, too. It doesn't really matter that we're in different social circles. I can help you find a wife, and you can help me find a boyfriend by teaching me how to be a sexually mature woman. Once this week is over and the ball is over, maybe we'll still be friends. That would be great because I really like you."

  His jaw tightened and a muscle nearby twitched. "Right. Janey, I have more advice for you. Focus on this. You're here with me. We're going to fuck. I'm going to give you so much pleasure you're not going to be able to think of anything else."

  "Well, that's nice, but—"

  "No buts. We're on fire for each other. Think about that."

  "It's kind of weird." She sighed. "I wonder how long it lasts. Do you think it will last all week?"

  "Uh, yeah."

  "You should know," she said. Brashly she took hold of his t-shirt and started to lift it up. He raised his arms to make it easy for her to pull his shirt off. He met her elated glance with a look of amusement.

  "It's not like undressing my three-year-old nephews," she said. "It's much more fun to undress you."

  "I see that."

  To make it more enjoyable for herself, she slowed down, skimming her thumb over his torso as the shirt went up, brushing his flat nipples on the way. She liked the way that tiny contact got his body to jerk.

  Nyall expelled a loud breath and shoved her hand away. In the next instant, his shirt was out of her grip and on the floor, followed swiftly by his jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes.

  Janey was disappointed she hadn't gotten to finish the job. She took a step back to view his form. His body was solid, his legs long, lean and toned, his arms, oh, joy, those wavy tan arms, and his chest, every muscle defined, his cock huge, curved, dark…and all gloriously bare for her. For her. It was like a gift.

  "You're beautiful," she gasped. "But Nyall, I was undressing you."

  "You were unwrapping me," he corrected. "Slowly. Another time you can do it, Janey." Suddenly Janey was in his arms and he was headed for the bedroom.

  "You carry me a lot of places," she said. "I can't help noticing that."

  He quirked a brow. "Apparently I'm a caveman around you."

  Janey remembered Amy calling him that. The bedroom light flooded on and then she felt herself set lightly down on the bed. Its comfortable resilience was luxurious. "Nyall? Am I going to lose my virginity tonight?"

  He didn't answer, just came down beside her on the bed and gathered her flush against him, using his arm to cushion their heads and his leg to hook around her. He made a soft, throaty sound, then started to kiss her.

  There was so much to feel. His naked body lying along her length, his arm holding her pressed to him, his cock squeezed between them, their legs intertwined while his lips and tongue leisurely swiped over hers…it was the most intimate thing Janey had ever known.

  This was the holding and cuddling she had longed for. This sex thing was turning out to be the best stuff ever, she decided. She must never go without it again.

  "Janey," he murmured against her mouth. "You taste like strawberries and cream."

  "Hi," she said, for lack of anything else.

  "Hello." He nuzzled her throat and cupped her buttocks, easing her even closer. Now she could feel him everywhere. Especially his cock, tucked between her legs, resting along her pussy lips, feeling enormous. Hot. Aggressive.

  "Fucking sweet. You're so pretty, Janey." He kissed her jaw and cheek and even her eyes while his hands massaged her bottom cheeks. "That ass, those tits, that tiny waist…your soft thighs, your eyes…even your fucking ears are darling." He nipped at one earlobe and that tight pinching feeling was back between her legs.

  "That's all very flattering of you to say," she said.

  "I'm trying to flatter you," he explained, a smile in his voice. "Virgins are insecure." He slid his cock back and forth along her slit. "I just read it on a blog."

  "Oh." She made a half-gasping sound. "You're reading up about virgins?"

  "I need all the help I can get with you, Janey. You're insecure, embarrassed, and terrified."

  "I am? Well, I do like all that sweet talk." She could feel his cock move more slickly now. "Y-you can do it anytime, even after you've made me into a non-virgin. Which is going to be t-tonight? Yes?"

  "That's the general plan. Just don't change your mind again. I want you to know—" He interrupted himself by slipping
a long finger into her passage from behind. "Damn, you're soaking wet and tight as a fist. I want in."

  Janey could hardly breathe, she was trembling so much. The finger inside her was rotating in wide circles, making it feel like a lot more than one.

  "Is this—how it always is?" she moaned.

  "How what always is?"

  "What we're doing. What you do to me. It feels so good. I mean—better than I have any words for. Is that how sex always feels? Or is this chemistry here, um, extra chemical or something?" Immediately having asked it, she regretted it. It made her sound like she was fishing for compliments.

  His leg tightened, almost smashing their bodies together. "Extra chemical, Janey. This definitely doesn't happen all the time."

  Abruptly Janey was on her back and he was kneeling between her legs. It occurred so fast she forgot to breathe.

  "Shit. I'm going to need to get myself off first," he muttered, his eyes scouring her. "You're tight and I'll hurt you if I fuck you in the state I am now."

  She drew in a breath. "It's okay. I expect it to hurt anyway. I'm a virgin. And you're not exactly, uh, small. So you might as well just do it."

  "Bossing me now, really?" He spread her legs wider with his knees, stroked the inside of her thighs. "I guess I need to remind you who's in charge of this operation, hm?"

  "You are!" she said enthusiastically.

  "Damn right. Now ask me to kiss your pretty pussy."

  "Ask…what?"

  "You heard me. And no questioning my orders, remember? Rule one."

  Oh, lordy. "Will you kiss, uh, kiss my pussy, Nyall?"

  "Your pretty pussy."

  "My pretty pussy. Will you kiss it?"

  "Yes, Janey, I will, and that was very polite, very respectful. That's a good virgin." He shifted, dipped down, and then his face was there, and his groan and Janey's sounded together as he began to lick and suck her soft, swollen flesh. He began in a leisurely way, tasting her over every square inch, but it wasn't long before his mouth became ravaging, and Janey's hands flew to her mouth to cover her shrieks and moans as her legs widened to open up for him even more.

  His head lifted after just a minute and he was panting. "You…you..fuck. I need to come." He was rolling away, onto his back, his hand at his shaft, moving up and down faster than she'd have expected for such an intimate act. Janey stared at him in fascination. He looked agonized, his eyes shut and his back arched with tension, a glistening layer of sweat shining on his skin, and Janey wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed to her he had lost his cool utterly.

  She sat up and glanced around. What had he said—a towel? She wrung her hands, her eyes darting everywhere but mostly to Nyall.

  His hand was pumping hard now. Janey stared jealously at that hand, envying the way it was wrapped around his cock and working so efficiently. She'd better pay strict attention to how he did it…but oh, God, it was sexy and even better, sexual, so primitive, what he was doing. She bounced on the bed, close to having a fit.

  Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She flopped down onto her tummy and bent to kiss his thigh. His hand stilled for a moment and she felt his free hand cup the back of her head.

  "Hold on, baby," he ground out. "I'm having a small problem—with my control—let me—take care of it—and then I'm all yours."

  Yes, she thought wildly. Mine. Tonight, Nyall Anderson was all hers. She moved forward so she was right over his cock.

  She ran her tongue along her lips and reached for his shaft, covering his fingers with her own digits, hoping it wasn't too forward. But oh, what he was doing was tantalizing her.

  "Christ, wait, Janey, I'm about to fucking blow up—"

  Janey put her lips right over the head of his cock. The taste on her tongue was salt and musk. She felt him jerk with surprise, heard him growl, and then his cock was driving into her mouth so deeply she probably would have gagged had she not been so surprised herself.

  His hands grabbed her head, pushing it away so he almost slid out, then pulling it back close so he sank into her mouth again, and she moved to accommodate him. She had no idea what she was doing, but Nyall controlled it all. Suddenly he gave a muffled shout, a firm thrust, and then heated wetness flooded her mouth, triggering an automatic series of swallows at the back of her throat.

  Knowing what it was she could taste, knowing what she'd done and feeling his hands be forceful on her head so she couldn't move at all even if she wanted to made Janey so excited she gave a little groan right around his cock.

  And suddenly his grip loosened and she was free. Even then, she didn't retreat, just eased up a bit and sucked him lightly, felt his hardness slowly subside and listened to his deep, noisy breaths. Finally she pulled away, licking her lips and staring at him in a kind of shock.

  Oh, my.

  That was…stunning. Weird. And so amazingly hot.

  He didn't look nearly as shocked as she must, his expression somewhere between dismay and resignation. "Baby…oh, fuck." He sat up, shoved pillows behind his back, then pulled her onto him. Her legs were lifted so she was straddling his hips, facing him, supported at her back by his arm and bent legs. It was extremely intimate. Not only was she totally exposed to him, but she could feel his softening shaft under her buttocks. Janey actually blushed.

  His thumb reached up to trace her lips. "You're really ready to lose this virginity albatross, aren't you, Janey?"

  She tried humor to restore her courage. "How can you tell?"

  "A sweet little hen told me. A hen who just had her cock." He probed her mouth with his thumb. "Thank you for that bit of heaven, baby. You even swallowed. Did it freak you out?"

  She shook her head.

  "And you've never taken a man's cock like that before."

  "Nope, never." The implied praise for her performance made her feel pretty good.

  "And you're twenty-nine. Janey, where on earth did you come from?"

  "Everett. I also have family in Tacoma. Mostly related to my in-laws, but we all get together for holidays."

  He was stroking the tops of her breasts in a casual caress that spoke of easy familiarity with handling a woman's body. "It was a figure of speech. But now that you mention it, how did you end up here?"

  "College. But it just made sense to launch my business here. Seattle's very foodie and health-conscious. Plus there was a guy I had a crush on at the time. He worked part time in my neighborhood laundromat while he was going to community college." She knew she was blabbing again, but sitting on him this way as he fondled her and thinking about what had just happened made her anxious, especially since she was still unsatisfied.

  "This is a story I want to hear," he rumbled, "after I fuck you. Now I want to see your nipples puckering. Like that." What made them pucker now was a finger-trail around her areolas, which he continued to trace, making her nipples hunger more for his touch. "Do they pucker up like this for a lot of men? Or elevators?"

  She shook her head. "No, they don't. It's so bizarre. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you waiting in the lobby that day. I almost missed getting on the elevator," Janey told him, a bit shamefaced. "That's never happened before, where I feel all wild and hot all of a sudden. I think my hormones must be having a strange month."

  He stared at her for long moments. Then he shook his head. "You're not like anyone I know."

  "I'm not?"

  "No, Janey. You're unique. Now, are you ready to get fucked?"

  Instantly, she was, her body melting with such gushing warmth she suspected he knew it. She was, after all, sitting on him. She could smell herself, too. The idea that he'd licked her while she smelled like that made her a little uncomfortable. But he hadn't complained. In fact, it had been after that that he'd lost control. Maybe he liked her smell.

  "I am," she said. "Should we turn out the light?"

  He palmed the sides of her breasts, still avoiding touching the nipples, to her growing frustration. "No, definitely not. You have no idea how much I hate to ask this
, but since this is your last chance…are you sure, Janey? You'll only ever have one cherry. Are you sure you want it to be this sleazeball that deflowers you?"

  She nodded. "You're the one I want. Everything that's happened since you made your offer that first day has made me sure. Even after you got angry at me, you were nice. I trust you to do this, Nyall."

  He looked sober. "I'll try not to hurt you, sweetheart. At least you don't have a hymen. But it may not be possible to make it pain-free. My cock isn't exactly small and you're barely accommodating of three fingers." While he was talking, he was eying her breasts and plumping them up, pushing them together.

  "I know." She squirmed, because her breasts felt swollen and warm from his handling. "I'm really turned on sitting on you like this."

  He nodded once, a bit arrogantly, she thought. "The hotter you are, the less it will hurt."

  Her voice lowered. "I think you're not just not small, Nyall. I think maybe you're very big. You felt huge in my mouth and I have a big mouth! And I want you even if you don't fit inside me."

  "I'll fit. You might not be able to take every inch right away, but eventually you'll take it all. I'll make sure of it."

  "Please will you touch my nipples?" she burst out. "Or I could."

  "Oh, I'll do it," he said, squeezing the undersides of her breasts. "I just like to tease them."

  "Okay," she said, shifting.

  "They're real attention-getters." He circled one nipple again. "You have look-at-me tits."

  "Nobody ever does, though," she denied. "Even at the beach."

  His mouth twitched in amusement. "You just never noticed, Janey, because those guys you go for are trained not to look directly at the really hot parts while you're watching. You have no idea, do you?" At last, right when she thought she couldn't wait any longer, Nyall pinched her right nipple, twisting it a bit roughly. She jumped at the sting, then shuddered as exquisite heat flowed through her bloodstream.

  "Y-you're wrong, Nyall. I'm pretty—invisible."

  "Shows what you know," he muttered. He switched to pinching the other nipple almost to the point of pain. When he released it, it was so hard it hurt. Janey glanced down, suddenly bashful that both nipples were aimed at Nyall like arrows, telling him obviously how much she wanted them played with.