Heat Exchange(9)

She was more right than she knew. Not only did the happy sensations cascade through her without any effort or will on her part, but lying down like this seemed to have freed her body.

It went wild, twisting and writhing the way it had so desperately wanted to when he'd fondled her in the elevator and she couldn't let herself go because of the camera.

"Fuck, Janey. Come again like that."

She opened her eyes to see him stretched out next to her on the bed on his side, his hand lodged between her thighs. His eyes were almost black.

"What?" She was dazed.

"I want to see you come again like that. And again."

And his hand moved almost roughly against her.

"Uh…" Her body arched, twisted, as another orgasm ripped through her. She reached out, needing to hold onto something, finding him and rolling toward him. He pushed her gently back down.

"No, sweetheart. If you touch me, I'm toast. You're fucking beautiful when you come. Those security guys are probably having a field day with that footage."

"Nyall…"

He shoved a long finger all the way to the hilt up inside her. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream. His face shadowed the light and then he was kissing her hungrily while his hand fucked her. Janey lost herself to the thrusting of her hips, the feel of sweet convulsions, the pleasure of moaning into his mouth.

By the time she returned to the world of sanity, she was coated in sweat and her own stickiness. Her breathing had finally calmed. Her body was relaxed and totally, deliciously satisfied. And Nyall…

She looked across the bed and found him lying on his back. He'd bared his chest, the sweater and undershirt discarded on the floor where her tights and panties had also fallen. His jeans were unzipped. His hands were cupped over his crotch, and he looked…rough. A fine sheen of moisture coated his skin. His eyes were shut tight.

"Are you okay?"

He opened his eyes and curved his lips in an imitation of a smile. "Give me a minute."

"What's wrong?"

But she could see what was wrong. Down by his hips, his hands were palming the length of his shaft, which pressed hugely against his briefs. Oh, my.

"Are you frustrated?" she asked idiotically.

He gave a short laugh, gave one last hard stroke and flung his fisted arms out to his sides. "Mm."

"Can…uh…can I do anything for you?" She turned onto her side with her head propped up on her hand.

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

His gaze swept her curvy form up and down. "I made a mistake, jumping on you the moment the door was closed. You need to get used to this slowly. I didn't even plan to touch you tonight. I was going to just let you get accustomed to being here."

"That's the best way, huh?" she asked somberly. "I guess you've educated a lot of virgins."

He rolled his eyes. "I haven't touched a virgin since high school."

Janey gaped at him. "What? But you're an expert."

"At sex, Janey. I haven't a clue about virgins. I had no idea you'd be so tight. I'm going to make this good for you, though, whatever it takes."

He sounded so grim. It made her feel sad for him.

"This is awful for you, Nyall, isn't it? Really unpleasant."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that."

"Are you sure you don't want to call one of your mistresses?" She felt virtuous suggesting it, given that she was starting to be really opposed to the idea for some reason.

"They're not my mistresses."

"They kind of are, though, aren't they? You call them when you want them and give them expensive gifts. Okay, sex partners, then," she said hurriedly at his narrowed gaze. "I know that was one of the rules, not to be with other people this week, but I'll understand if you need to. Even one day of celibacy must be tough for a person who's used to scads and scads of sex."

"Thanks. I don't want anyone else right now."

"Are you sure? I thought Amy might be a good one to call, if she's not too busy working on her project. She seems to understand you really well."

His stared at her.

"And you see her the most, don't you?" Janey said encouragingly. "I'll bet she could—oh!" as he rolled over and onto her in one swift movement, pushing her down onto her back again.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I know Amy's phone number if I need it."

She could feel his erection pressing between her thighs and her eyes widened. "You're very hard," she whispered.

"I'll jack off later," he said deliberately. "It's what I've been doing for weeks. Getting off on my own, when I could have been coming over to your place and teaching you how to handle me."

"You've been pleasuring yourself? Why? Were they all busy?"

"Janey, stop fucking talking about the women."

"But—"

"Before this week is over, you'll know how to swallow my cock, take it inside your pussy and at this rate take it in the ass, so that takes care of all my needs. But for now, it's my problem. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Your virginity is also my problem. And it's one I asked for. So stop feeling sorry for me."

"O-okay. Can I watch?"

"Can you watch what?"

"When you pleasure yourself."

He stared. "You want to watch me."

She nodded, lifting her hips and liking the sound of it when he groaned. "I liked seeing you touch yourself just now." She sought his hand and brought it down between their bodies. "It was sexy. Please touch yourself."

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" he said with the beginnings of a smile.

"There's so much I want to do," she said earnestly. "Stuff I've read about or imagined. And even more I've never even dreamed about that I'm thinking about now. I know you can teach me all of it. I may never get the chance again. This is a super special gift you're giving me, Nyall."

He stroked her cheek. "I'm so damn selfless."

She nodded, taking him seriously. "You could be swimming on some beach right now. Instead, you're here with me."

"Actually, I was going camping in Copper Canyon."

"Mexico?" she squeaked. "You are kind. You gave up a real vacation. Nyall, I'm going to teach you how to make everything—cheesecake, lasagna, banana bread, fried chicken, all the food bachelors love. I hope it empowers you because your doing what you did to me with all those orgasms empowers me and it was thrilling."

"Janey." He kissed her mouth, his soft lips nipping urgently at hers. When his head finally lifted, his breathing was labored.

"Did you like the pineapple carrot cake I sent over?" she said breathlessly.

"Yes."

"It had a special cream cheese icing with a secret ingredient my Aunt Ellen's ex-husband's grandma made all of us promise never to tell anyone about. That and the fact that it's dairy based is why I can't serve it professionally. You have to be able to disclose ingredients."

"Janey."

It hit her that he was talking in monosyllables. She could feel his shaft through the cotton of his briefs rubbing against her crotch. A warm flush bathed her cheeks.

"Touch yourself, please," she said. "I hate that you're frustrated when I'm so satisfied."

"My bedroom's there." He gestured with his head. "I can wait till you're asleep."

"This isn't your bedroom?" She looked around, stunned. It was a small room, but she hadn't expected he'd carry her to a guest room. "Aren't we sleeping together?"

"I wasn't planning on it, no."

"Oh." She was disappointed. Those times she lay in bed longing for a boyfriend, one thing she wished for was for someone to cuddle with. "And you don't even want to let me watch."

"I'm more and more tempted every minute, believe me."

"Then let me. Or better yet, let me do it. I'll be more than happy to do the touching." She wiggled against him.

"How did you stay a virgin for twenty-nine years?" He took her hand and brought it down to his shaft and she eagerly closed it over him. "If I hadn't felt inside your tight slit myself I wouldn't believe it. Harder, Janey. Squeeze harder."

"That has to hurt you."

"No, it doesn't hurt. Hard—ah, that's right. Now go up to the top and—no, not hard there. Shit." He rolled off her and rose to his knees. One hand grabbed his flesh and Janey propped herself up again and watched unblinkingly as he slowly worked himself. His cock was beautiful—long and arced and a dark color that made him seem exotic and intriguing.

Janey flushed. She was fascinated and excited as she watched him stroke himself. Even more excited to see him narrow his eyes at her. He paused.

"Having fun?" he said.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to learn this," she said, kneeling too. "Will you teach me?"

He shook his head. "I can't teach you tonight. I can fucking smell you and it's driving me insane. You're driving me insane, Janey."

"What happens when you come?" she asked, feeling herself go liquid inside. "Where does it go? When you do this to yourself."

"I use a towel, sweetheart."

"Shall I get you one?"

"Christ." He turned his head, sucking in his cheeks, and then he laughed. "I can't do this. Janey, come here." He stretched out and pulled her with him. She lay alongside him and he held her close. His erection stabbed into her belly. "Don't move. Just don't…move."