Initiate Me (15 page)

I lowered my chin and licked straight up her slit.

She made a strangled moan.

I licked her again. And again. My fingers spread her open and I burrowed my tongue deep, tasting her from the inside out. I used the tip of my tongue to trace every delectable crease and hidden fold. I suckled her lips, intentionally avoiding her clit. Then I circled kisses from the top of her pubis down and back up. She whimpered and bumped her pelvis closer to my face. I grinned even though my cock was so hard it hurt. I savoured her sweet essence, prolonging her pleasure.

“Please, Zane, Oh, God, please.”

I smirked and let out a small laugh. “You love it when I eat your pussy, don’t you, angel?”

“Yes! I never thought...”

“Never thought what?”

“That anything could feel this good.”

“Mmm. And I’m not even to the good part yet.” My words against her sex made her shudder, so I did it again. Then I placed my mouth on her clit and sucked.

She nearly shot off the couch. I alternated little whips of my hot tongue across her sensitised jewel with deep, rhythmic sucking. It didn’t take long before Mia arched; I gripped her hips as her orgasm exploded in my mouth. She screamed and thrashed, moving to get away even as she tried to get closer. I didn’t release her until her very last pulse. With my mouth still connected to her throbbing sex, I looked up and saw her gazing at me. Not with embarrassment, but with awe and pure hunger.

“Zane.”

The hoarse, needy way she whispered my name sent every last bit of blood to my dick. I gave her clit one last, hard suck before I pushed back and stood. “In the bedroom, angel. Let’s go.”

***

MIA

H
e pulled me up and led me upstairs, holding my hand all the way. My whole body shook with need, with surprise, and with fear.

The sun was setting, softening the light filtering through the blinds to a hazy colour of blue, purple and pink. The king-sized bed was the centrepiece of his bedroom It was beautiful, a bit too masculine for me, but it epitomised his personality to a T. The furniture was a dark wood, almost black. To balance out the masculinity of the wood, he had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and matching side lamps on each nightstand. I leaned against the doorjamb to the en-suite and watched him toeing off his shoes. He folded the black comforter to the end of the bed, exposing plain, grey cotton sheets.

Zane faced me as he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt.

“Isn’t that what I should be doing?” I asked.

“No, babe, you shouldn’t. If you so much as touch me, I will literally be mauling you. Next time, I promise.”

“Sounds good to me.” I couldn’t even get past thinking about the first time, let alone the next time.

He growled and tossed his shirt on the floor, not caring where it landed.

I stared at his chest. I’d seen it before, but man, not that close up. Holy shit, talk about perfect. I wanted to sink my teeth into his hard pecs, lick his bulging biceps and trail kisses all along his tattoo. Then I wanted to trace the ridged lines of his ripped abdomen with my tongue and follow that intriguing trail of fine, dark hair from his belly button down...way down to see exactly where it ended. I bit my lip as he lowered the zipper on his pants.

“Angel, I’m warning you.”

“What? What did I do wrong?”

“You need to stop looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”

“Well, if you didn’t want me to look, you shouldn’t look so damn hot.”

That slow, sexy grin appeared on his face again. “You like my body, do you?”

Oh, God, how embarrassing. But there was no way I could deny it. “I’ve always liked your body, Zane. Always. ” I’d never admitted I was in love with his sexy body from the very first time I met him at the Brunetti mansion all those years ago.

His pants hit the floor and he was buck-arse naked. My gaze zeroed in on his groin and my heart rate quadrupled. “Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger.”

Shit! I can’t believe I just said that to him.

He roared with laughter. “It all started from the moment I laid eyes on you tonight. Then once I started kissing your sweet pussy, it made my cock grow even bigger and harder, just for you, angel.”

I managed to meet his eyes. “So that is the next step right? You put that big, hard thing up my—”

Zane’s mouth cut off my additional comment. He fiddled with my clothes and I heard my skirt hit the floor. He released my mouth long enough to say, “Lift,” and yanked my T-shirt over my head. He snapped my bra open and slid it off my arms then walked me to the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.

His hands kneaded my breasts and then his hot mouth enclosed over one of my nipples. I let out a squeal of delight; his mouth was so hot and it felt so good.

“I want to fuck you fast and get this first time out of the way so I can fuck you slow next time. Then fast the time after that. Then slow. I want to fuck you so many times in so many ways that you won’t be able to sit on your office chair for a goddamn week.”

Liquid heat pooled between my thighs, my pulse pounded and every part of me which wasn’t touching him ached. “Zane—”

“Get on the bed. I want you in the middle.”

I scooted back on my elbows until my neck brushed the pillows. The cotton sheets were cool beneath my feverish skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself and looking at me with an intense desire in his eyes. I was scared, but I was dying to taste him. I had never done that to a man before but I had read enough books and magazines to understand what to do. He stared at me and all I wanted was to tell him to hurry up; tell him I was scared and to go slow. When he crawled across the mattress, stalking me with his big body and sensuous eyes, I knew I’d made the right decision by waiting for Zane to introduce me and teach me everything he knows about sex.

He put his rough hands on the inside of my thighs and pushed them open.

The tips of my nipples tightened when he lowered his head and licked a path from my clit up to my mouth. Even his kiss tasted darker. As he nibbled on my lips, I heard him open and close something, a tube maybe, and then his fingers were pushing a cold, sticky substance inside of me.

I gasped softly at the coldness.

“It’s just lubrication, angel. You’re wet, but I’m big and I don’t want to hurt you. Are you ready, sweetheart?”

I nodded. He lowered himself over me and reached between our bodies, circling the tip of his shaft around my opening before he started to push it in.

And in.

And in.

And it still wasn’t in. And what was in—damn hurt.

His hot breath teased my ear. “Angel, don’t tense up.”

“I’m not. I told you it was huge. There is no way it will fit. Take it out.”

Zane half-laughed and half-groaned. His lips feathered across my jaw to my mouth. He began to kiss me in that bone-melting way of his. I relaxed a little and slid my hands up his strong arms and into his hair. I tried to focus on everything else but the actual penetration; like the feel of his silky tongue in my mouth, the glide of his rougher skin against mine. The delicious way he smelled, the cool sheets on my back, the heat of his muscled body on my front. Our breathing was laboured and I concentrated on the muted lighting and the soft mattress, the fierce need but unbelievable gentleness pouring from him.

He was rocking into me in short bursts when all of a sudden his kiss intensified. His hands pushed down on my hips as his pelvis thrust up.

I gasped in pain. “Oh, fuck. That hurts.”

“It’s okay, angel. I’m in all the way. Shh...just relax; you will get accustomed to my size. It’ll get better.”

Then he bent his head and suckled on my nipples. And he kept sucking until my primitive instinct was to move under him. He kissed my neck and returned to my nipples, nuzzling my cleavage, breathing over the damp spots he’d created. I was in a trance as he kissed me wherever he could reach, muttering calming words against my skin.

He dragged his rough fingertips up and down my shaking thighs, murmuring, “Angel, I need to move. Wrap your legs around my waist. Trust me. It will feel better soon.”

Feeling less panicked but nowhere near comfortable, I lifted up. I felt all his hot hardness slip out and plunge back inside me again. That wasn’t so bad. In fact, it felt quite...good. “That felt good; do it again.”

He pumped his hips, slowly sliding in and out. “Is that okay? Better?”

“Yeah. Is it okay for you?”

“Hot.” He pulled out. “Wet.” He pushed in. “Tight.” He eased out. “Not just okay. Perfect.” He thrust in a little harder. “See, sweetheart? You are a perfect fit for me.”

I closed my eyes, feeling his thick shaft filling me, sending waves of tingly sensations throughout my whole body. “It feels so good; I like it.” He increased his pace. His strokes became shorter and deeper. I could feel his unsteady breaths near my temple coming out fast.

“Mia. Look at me.”

I opened my eyes. Sweat trickled down Zane’s face and his jaw was tight. I traced his profile, amazed by what I was feeling and the intimacy we were having. “What?”

“This.” He squeezed his hands on my arse, buried his face in my throat and drove his cock inside me to the hilt. I heard him groan. I felt everything. I was so sensitive down there, I could feel it all especially when his cock twitched, bathing my insides with his hot seed.

I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to have lost my virginity.

ZANE

I
raised my head and gazed at Mia’s face. Her long, black lashes fanned her flushed cheeks, and her well-kissed lips were curved into a smirk. I tickled her behind her ear with my goatee.

She sighed, “A virgin no more.”

“Did I hurt you? Are you too sore?”

“Yes, but only a little.”

“No way am I pulling out of you then because I want to have you again. I can’t wait. Maybe we can try a different position.” I rolled until my back was flat on the mattress and she was on top of me.

“Better. I’m too heavy. Now I don’t need to worry that I’ll squash you.”

“I don’t care. I like the weight of your body on mine.” She laid her head on my chest and sighed again.

It was such a heartfelt sigh. I knew the feeling as I let my palms drift up and down her naked back from her arse to her shoulders. She confused me. I told her at the wedding, I would only teach her about sex. I didn’t want a relationship. Not ever. Not after what I went through with Jessica. But Mia was doing things to my head. I wanted her, yet I didn’t want to get serious. That would be hard considering I knew her family well and I was her boss.
I thought this would be easy. It’s not.

“What was your first time like?” she asked.

“Fast. It happened in the back of a car at my high school fair when I was sixteen.”

Mia looked up at me. “I’m glad I waited. Thank you. It was...spectacular.”

“Except for the fact you didn’t come.”

“Yes, I did. You gave me an orgasm before. On the couch, remember? Not to mention the other times, like at the rotunda against the tree and at my house last week.”

“Those times don’t count, angel.”

“Why? They count to me.”

“I’ll tell you why. A considerate lover will always see to your needs first. I rushed it with you; I need to take more time and see to your needs. And next time, I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to watch your face when you come and feel the difference. That is what I want to see.”

“What are you saying? Is there a difference in orgasms?”

Right after she said that, my dick twitched to life again. Damn, I had intended to only take her the one time and then let her wait until we went to Queensland.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, boy, I just felt you go all big again. Doesn’t it take a while for a guy to get it up and get hard again so soon?”

I lifted my brow. “You saying I’m old, angel?”

“No, I am not! Stop putting words into my mouth. I read it in a magazine somewhere. And stop referring to yourself as old; it’s becoming quite tiresome. You know you’re not old. You’re sexy and as hot as...” She averted her gaze in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t stop there; by all means keep going. I was enjoying where that sentence was heading, angel,” I teased.

“I can’t believe I finally had sex and with you.” Mia admitted. “You know I have had a crush on you for quite a while.”

I grinned at her.
Shit. Next thing I know she’ll be hinting at a ring or a proposal. No way am I going down that road. I just want a companion, not a fiancée or a wife.
“Really, a crush, hey?”

“Yeah. But you’ve never noticed me. You have only ever seen me as Max’s little sister.”

“Not entirely true.” I twisted a section of her luxurious hair around my index finger. “What would you have done if I’d made a move on you when you were eighteen, Mia?”

“I probably would’ve lost my virginity in the vineyard somewhere or up against a tree with you.”

“Fuck, are you serious? Jesus.”

“Well, as long as we’re confessing things...a couple of times when you used to sleep over at the house and you’d sleep in the guest room, I would go in there and lay down, wondering what it’d be like to be in the bed naked with you.”

“Don’t tell me stuff like that.” Jesus, I knew she was attracted to me but what she confessed blew me away. I studied her face for a short while. “But what you
can
tell me is if you touched yourself at all when you were laying there on the bed.”

“Geez, God, no. My parents could have walked in. But I did imagine you touching me, though. I must admit my imagination didn’t do it justice.”

I captured her face in my hands. “Angel, there’s no need to make your imagination work like that anymore when I’m here. I’ll admit I’ve been having my own fantasies about what you’d look like on top of me. Naked.” I nudged her upright and murmured, “So, ride me, sweetheart.”

I saw a wave of panic flash across her face. “But I don’t know how—”

“Just go with your instinct, babe. Your body will guide you. Bring your knees by my hips first like this.” I positioned her and placed her hands on my shoulders. “You can set the pace as fast or as slow as you want to take it. The control is all yours this way.”