Authors: M.Q. Barber
Was it wrong that the idea made her hips buck? Jay seemed to like it, though he probably thought her just answering his question. He held his cock in a firm grip and rubbed the head between her lips without entering.
She rolled her hips to encourage him.
“I feel like I want it.” She couldn’t pretend shyness anymore. “You make me feel wonderful, Jay. I want to feel all of it. I’m not afraid.”
He nudged, and they both gasped.
She fought not to giggle. He’d sunk farther than he meant to. All the role-playing in the world couldn’t change the fact that she wasn’t a nervous, dry virgin suffering from inadequate foreplay. She was an aroused woman eager to welcome her partner.
Go with it. Don’t make him feel like he did something wrong.
“Yeah, like that, I want to feel you. It’s better than I imagined.” That sounded virginal, didn’t it? As if they hadn’t had sex two weeks ago or two weeks before that or…
He bracketed her body with his arms. Lifted his hips. Pulled almost out before pushing in deeper.
She tried to raise her legs, but the soft cuffs held her back. She’d have to go at his pace. A tremor rolled through her, and she moaned.
“You thought about it?” Jay kissed her cheek. “You like it nice and deep? Like that, Alice?”
“Just like that. I think about it a lot. When I’m by myself. Touching.”
“About me?” He thrust again, still slow and deep. In deference to her pretend-virgin status, maybe, or a result of focusing on their conversation. Or he feared he’d come too soon if he rushed the pace.
She nodded, but some wicked impulse wouldn’t let her leave it there. “About you, yeah. You and your friend. The one who had more than a hand in teaching you.”
Jay’s slow withdrawal became a quick thrust, hard and rocking her hips as he ground against her. He panted across her cheek.
“Jesus.” He gulped in a breath. “Fuck, you gotta stop telling me things like that, Alice. I don’t…I don’t wanna hurt you or leave you unsatisfied.”
She nuzzled his ear, a gentle apology. “Jay, sweetheart, I can’t help it. I want you to know how excited I am. How much I want this. Just because it’s something new doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it.”
A pleased hum–not Jay’s–rolled from the darkness.
A secret thrill shot through her. “You’re not hurting me. I’m not unsatisfied. Even if I didn’t come again tonight, I’d still be satisfied. It’s my best first time ever.”
Jay groaned, turned his head, and kissed her. Not a peck this time. A hard, thorough, Henry-like kiss. His hand snaked between their bodies and rubbed her clit. His hips thrust.
“But
I’d
be unsatisfied if I couldn’t make you feel good again. And my friend would be unsatisfied.” His fingers circled. He settled more heavily on her with only one arm to hold him up, and she welcomed his weight. “I bet he’d love to be watching you right now.”
“I’d like that,” she confessed.
Jay kissed her again, like a reward. His fingers gained pressure and speed. His hips, too, moved faster, and she felt the vibration of the moan emerging from his throat before she heard it. Jay was close.
She could be, with a little thought. She didn’t want Jay to fail his final exam.
Maybe Henry would give a textbook demonstration afterward. Leave her tied down and open to him. Walk Jay through every section of the exam and show how he might’ve done things differently. Henry would talk all the way through. He’d use his voice to question her, to tell her of his arousal and her own. Heighten the intensity until she thought she’d die.
Her orgasm hit as Jay thrust again, and she gripped his cock over and over. The only part of him she could reach. Her legs, held fast at the ankles, couldn’t rise no matter how hard she pulled, and her arms strained uselessly against the cuffs while she shook.
The helplessness beat at her mind, a panic that made Jay’s finishing thrusts and his hard kisses at her throat more intense, more pleasurable. Henry must’ve known that, he must’ve known when he’d set up their game tonight. She lay safe in his bed, with him watching to see how much she enjoyed this.
She tipped her head back and shrieked, a drawn-out
yes
, her body stiffening under Jay’s as a second orgasm followed hard on the heels of the first.
He groaned and held her tight, done but not leaving her. He clung to her while she trembled, and he kissed her cheeks and the corners of her mouth when she panted for air. He rested his elbows on the mattress, his fingers smoothing her hair from her face.
When she could breathe, she lifted her head to rub her cheek against his, nudging him into a kiss. Slow. Gentle. He looked awestruck. Like he needed this more than she did. Maybe his first time had been a wash, too. She’d ask him if she got the chance. But not now, with his tongue sliding along hers and his thumbs gliding across her cheeks.
She let her head fall back to the mattress, and he followed her down. This was already miles better than her real first time. Jay was much cuddlier. He didn’t roll over and flop on his back without touching her like her first sexual partner had. Of course, Jay didn’t have anything to apologize for, either. She grinned.
Thank the nice boy, Allie-girl.
She whispered into his ear as he nuzzled her neck. “Does it always feel this good?”
He sucked in a breath. His body trembled once, and he pressed his face hard against her neck. “It will for you, Alice. Every time.”
Wow. Talk about a serious answer. If she were a virgin and he her first, she’d be melting. Hell, she practically was anyway.
A soft sound she couldn’t place had an immediate effect on Jay, his head popping up like a dog hearing its master’s call. Ah. Henry clearing his throat.
Jay seemed to flip through something in his head before his eyes widened.
“Are you comfortable, Alice? Do you need a break? A snack? Or the bathroom?” His hand fumbled between them as he pulled out.
“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’m good. Feeling spectacular.” She smiled to shore up his nerves.
First time directing things, Jay?
She couldn’t imagine him directing things with Henry. Even tonight, Henry hadn’t abandoned him. He’d just retreated to the shadows. If the lights hadn’t been angled toward the bed, she might’ve been able to find him.
Jay sat up. “Okay. Can you…umm…” He took a breath. “Wiggle your right hand for me?”
She did.
“And the left?” Again, his head turning. “Feet, too, please?”
Repeating the safety check Henry had gone through, but with less confidence.
Adorable.
Did Jay behave this way in bed with all the women he’d dated with Henry’s blessing? He might falter without Henry to coach him, unless he received instructions beforehand. Homework assignments.
She pushed the stray thoughts aside as Jay stripped off the condom and disposed of it before he curled up with her.
He lay on his side, his body perpendicular to hers, legs tucked alongside her outstretched left arm. His head rested on her chest, facing her. His left arm curved over her and wrapped under her back. He stroked her skin with his right hand, fingers tracing her collarbone out to her left shoulder and back to her throat, outlining every dip and curve.
“You’re sure you’re okay, Alice?”
She tipped her chin down to look at him. Warm brown eyes met hers, a vivid reminder of the first day they’d met, of the way Jay had continually sought Henry’s approval and praise. Henry was quiet tonight. A background player in this game. If Jay needed praise and reassurance, it would have to come from her.
“Kiss me?”
He leaned forward to fulfill her request in an instant, as if he’d been waiting for her to ask. She took control, keeping the kiss soft and soothing, a series of nibbles and tugs and light touches ending with a firm press of closed lips.
“I’m better than okay, Jay, all because of you.” She ached to touch him, to wrap her arms around him and roll him underneath her. To protect him. Flexing her hands, she flirted with temptation. But pulling the release loops would be cheating. Jay would feel like a failure, and Henry would worry she’d been injured in some way.
She rubbed Jay’s legs with her left arm, a small motion, but the best one she could manage. “Because you took your time and made me feel special. Because you’re sweet, and funny…” She smirked at him and lowered her tone. “And really, really fun in bed.”
He kissed her face, a dozen happy pecks, in full exuberant-puppy-Jay mode. At least he wasn’t licking her. Although she wouldn’t mind if he wanted to hump her leg.
She eyed Jay’s cock, lying soft against his left thigh. Henry had given Jay permission to come twice. And she wasn’t exhausted yet.
She nudged his face and kissed him again, deeper, moaning when his right hand wandered across her breasts. She encouraged him to keep going with a steady stream of soft noises, and Jay didn’t disappoint.
He massaged her neck and breasts with hand and mouth together. His left hand, beneath her, flattened against her back and pressed upward, holding her tight. Arousing, but…
He said whatever I wanted.
“Jay? Would you–”
“Anything you want. Do you want me to stop?” He pulled back from her breasts. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to.”
“What if I do want to?” She arched her back to push her breasts toward his hand.
Gently, Allie-girl. Think virginal. Twenty minutes post-deflowering virginal.
A glance left made her lick her lips. Jay’s cock wasn’t anywhere near hard yet–she didn’t expect it to be–but there was movement there, the potential for more with encouragement. “I heard…sometimes…a guy can go more than once in one night. If he wanted.”
Jay’s chest filled out. His fingers trailed over her breasts. “Oh, I
want
, Alice. You don’t ever need to feel unwanted, okay?”
She nodded. Unlike her former partners, he wouldn’t turn her down. Hell, he’d done it for her before, at Henry’s command. She took a breath. “Show me? How you touch yourself? Before we…”
“You want to watch me?” Jay’s hand dropped to his cock, loosely cupping his balls and stroking upward. She followed his movement. “You…anything…and you want me to touch myself for you.” He sighed and swiftly kissed her cheek.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Laying his head on her breasts, he shifted his right leg back. “Good?”
“
Very
good.” She had just enough of his weight on her to feel connected to him. Had the protective embrace of his left arm. Had a fantastic view of every twitch of his cock, every stroke of his fingers. Her happy sigh echoed Jay’s.
He started slow. Teasing himself with a flat hand. Only his palm slid over soft flesh. Then fingers, lightly, one at first, running up the underside and around the head. One finger became two. One direction became two as well, his fingers running back and forth in a steady stroke as his cock darkened and swelled.
Her breathing deepened along with his. He was doing this for her. Enjoying it, absolutely, but he was doing it to please her, and his efforts had a definite effect. Growing wetness between her lips. A pulsing rhythm in her clit.
Jay changed his grip to a circle of finger and thumb. Tiny, fast motions, back and forth. He whimpered, and her hips surged in response.
“Jay, you are so fucking beautiful.”
“You like it that much?” He sounded curious, a tad disbelieving, maybe, but sweetly hopeful.
“I could watch you do this for hours.” Fascination shackled her attention to the tip of his cock and its growing bead of pre-come. His motions differed from hers, but the desire was the same. The need for friction and sensation and speed.
She wondered if Henry would ever show her…no, if they would both, together, side by side…and let her watch. See how their strokes differed, or if Jay would follow Henry’s lead even in something so personal and intimate.
Jay snorted. “I could manage maybe twenty minutes. And then I wouldn’t have anything left for you.”
He had plenty for her now, though. He squeezed his cock hard at the base, and her thighs clenched.
“You could wrap it up and give it to me now,” she suggested, a hint of teasing in her tone.
He pressed a quick kiss beneath her chin, sat up and reached for the nightstand. Turning toward her, he knelt with cock in one hand and condom in the other.