Heat Exchange(26)

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.