Burn in Hail(13)

His lips twitched.

"We're gonna do this once, and once only."

He pulled me closer, and by God if I didn't do what he asked without protest.

"Straddle my hips."

He'd see my garter belt. My stockings. The ones that I wore for him.

Oh, fuck.

I shook my head.

"What we're about to do could ruin my career."

His smile was sort of scary.

"How's your heart?"

I placed my free hand to my chest, and felt it beating. "It's racing."

He smiled at that news. "What about your cunt?"

I shivered.

That word, coming from his mouth, would be my undoing.

"My vagina is … wet."

Why was I being so honest with him?

"Do you ever say cunt … or pussy?"

I shook my head.

I tried really hard not to curse. The worst word I used was hell or damnation.

Being the daughter of a preacher was one way to stop yourself from using those kinds of words.

It'd been touch and go in college, but I'd managed to stay strong.

This man, though? He had the power to make me do anything, and I think he always had.

"What about cock?"

I shook my head, my eyes going to where his fingers still wrapped around  my wrists to keep myself from looking at his lower half. Because if I  did, I might very well throw myself at him.

"No," I rasped.

My eyes became fixated on his tattoos. Starting at his fingers, they  flowed up his wrist into a perfect sleeve. There wasn't an inch of his  skin that wasn't covered with something. A jester. Swirls from some  tribal pattern. A flower. Rose petals. A constellation. Mickey Mouse.  The word ‘Alyssa.' It just went on, and on, and on.

Each one I wanted to ask its meaning, but I couldn't make my mouth work.

My body was focused on other things-like the throbbing between my legs.

I wanted nothing more than to drop my hand between my legs, and swirl my fingers around that unfamiliar bundle of nerves.

Yes, you're reading that correctly. Unfamiliar.

I'd never had an orgasm.

Never.

I'd never once touched myself down there.

I'd had sex one time, and one time only.

It was the night I got really, really drunk.

I'd been at a party, had started drinking, and it'd lowered my  inhibitions enough for me to do something I'd never been able to do  before. Have sex.

It'd been a boy from my physics class. He'd been what you would call a nerd, and had been exceptionally terrible at sex.

I'd come onto him, and he'd taken me up on the offer almost immediately.

He'd taken me up to his room, shut the door, and followed me down onto the bed.

There I'd let him touch me.

I knew I hadn't gotten off. I was fairly sure I hadn't even been all that turned on.

But I'd always been curious.

However, when I was sober, I wasn't able to lower my walls enough to ask for what I wanted.

There was a time that I thought something was wrong with me, but right  now, standing next to this man, I realized that there wasn't anything  wrong with me.

I just hadn't been near the right man long enough to realize what I wanted.

And I wanted Tate Casey, almost more than I wanted my next breath.

His eyes watched my face, studied every single expression that crossed it.

"Are you a virgin, Hennessy Hanes?"

I shook my head.

That was one thing I wouldn't be able to lie about, and didn't have to.

I wasn't a virgin.

I hadn't come. I never got myself off. And I hadn't had sex in over ten years.

But I wasn't a virgin.

Practically, yes. But technically, no.

My drunken night of sex with my first and only sexual partner had ended  with him getting off the moment he'd sank his penis inside of me. I  guess I should be lucky that I at least got that. Krisney hadn't had sex  with any man but her ex-boyfriend, Reed. Reed, who had shown her what  she was missing, and then had taken it away from her. Mine, at least,  hadn't done that.

"Good," he growled.

Then I was in his lap.

This was going to be bad. I knew it. He knew it. We all freakin' knew it.

My notepad hit the floor, and the next thing I knew, my mouth was on his.

I was straddling his thick thighs.

They felt like rocks underneath my ass, as well as the long, thick column of his cock.

I told myself this was a bad idea.

I was breaching all kinds of patient/doctor boundaries.

Did I care?

Hell no.

Should I care?

Hell yes.

I felt his hands on my outer thighs, and it took me a long minute to  realize that he'd gotten my skirt up to my hips, exposing everything  from the waist down.

I pulled away from him, my chest heaving, and stared worriedly into his eyes.         

     



 

He looked down, not realizing my rising panic.

Why was I panicking?

Because I don't shave my vagina.

It likely looked like a wooly mammoth was covering my vagina.

Oh, God.

I started to pull away, but then I felt his thumb sweep over my panty-clad lips, and froze.

"Like that you got hair."

My breath stalled in my lungs.

"I-I don't shave," I told him.

He grinned at me, then slipped his finger into the top of my panties, exposing my lower region to his gaze.

"I see that," he said. "Don't like looking at bare vaginas, to be  honest. Makes me feel like a pedophile who's into little girls."

I definitely wasn't that.

"Trimmed, like yours, is how I want it." He growled.

Then one finger dipped inside.

The tip of his finger slid between my pussy lips and grazed my clit, causing my entire body to jolt.

Oh, God.

I wasn't going to make it.

Another touch like that, and I was going to orgasm.

That I knew for a certainty.

Somehow, he knew it, too.

So when he did it again, this time watching my face the entire time, I bit my lip … and came.

It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced in my entire life.

I now knew what the big deal was, and it was everything.

Stars burst over my vision, and my head went back.

My bun that was situated nicely on the lower portion of my skull was  knocked askew when my head went back, and a gasping scream left my  throat.

But the icing on the cake? That was Tate's reaction to me coming.

One second I was on his lap, still fully clothed.

And the next, I was naked except for my garter belt and stockings.

My bra was the last thing to go, hitting the floor beside the skirt, shirt, and ripped panties.

By the time I came back from having my mind blown, his mouth was descending toward my nipple.

The moment that his hot mouth closed around the very tip and sucked it  inside, I felt my juices leaving my body in a steady rush.

I wanted this man more than anything. More than I wanted a cookie after a  meal. More than I wanted a puppy. More than I wanted to win a million  dollars and spend it on a house and land where I could have horses.

I wanted him with the ferocity of a hungry lion looking for its next kill.

Then I felt his teeth nibble on my nipple, and I latched onto the first solid thing I could find-his shoulders.

My nails dug in, and I stared, transfixed, as he watched me watch him.

We were tied together right then, staring deeply into each other's eyes, as something profound passed between us.

"Unzip my jeans," he ordered, while kneading my breast.

Then he bit down again, this time a little bit harder, causing my hips to jerk.

"Unzip. My. Jeans."

I reached down, almost on autopilot, and unzipped his jeans.

I was awkward, clumsy, and it was obvious I'd never done it before.

But he didn't stop playing with my breast. Didn't stop giving attention to my nipples.

Did nothing but watch me fumble with his belt. Try twice to unsnap his  jeans until I realized that it was a button. Then yank down his zipper  so hard and fast that it almost got caught on the erection that I could  see and feel.

He did nothing to reprimand me. Did nothing to change my awkward ways.

Only watched as I shoved open his jeans, then ran my finger over the wide column filling his boxer briefs.

Oh, God.

And what a big thing it was.

So, so big.

I immediately started to get nervous.

"Take. Out. My. Cock."

When I didn't comply fast enough, he pinched my nipple between two knuckles and squeezed.

I hadn't realized how much I'd needed the roughness-the orders-until he'd delivered them.

But with him telling me everything I needed to do, I found that my brain cleared long enough for me to comply.

I hooked my fingers of both hands into the waistband of his briefs and pulled the band down.

Exposing his cock slowly, I bit my lip as I got my first good look at the base of him.

His hair surrounding where his cock attached to his pelvic region was  dark. Almost black. The base of his cock was thick, surrounded by pubic  hair, and so thick that I worried that my fingers wouldn't even fit  around it.

The more I exposed of his cock, the more that I realized that Tate Casey was anything but average.

I was always a curious girl.

I'd watched porn. I knew what a penis looked like.

Tate Casey's cock was a porn penis.

Big, thick, veiny, and long.

It started out a tanned, lovely shade of brown, and turned into a ruddy red the more of it that was exposed.

And the crown?

My god.

The tip of his penis finally freed from his underwear, and it hit his washboard stomach with a thick smack.

I bit my lip and looked up at him, only just now realizing that he'd stopped what he was doing to my breasts.         

     



 

Both of my nipples were hard peaks, and they looked-as well as felt-angry and red.