The Virgin Sex Queen (20 page)

His hips moved
faster, more powerfully, every pump long, deep, tunnelling through
her clasping sheath, and all she could do was hold on to him, kiss
him back, let him muffle her hot, needing cries with his mouth.

Pushing her
onwards, upwards, he let her fly, relentless now as he pumped into
her. Encouraging her writhing beneath him, her clasping hands that
sought to pull him tighter, her lips that wanted nothing more than
to kiss him back, her tongue stealing boldly into his mouth,
wanting to give him what he gave her.

Alan took
everything, took her essence, took over once more while playing her
tongue, urging her ever onwards, teasing darkly, playing
scorchingly, teaching her how to kiss with pure carnal heat.
Delighting in her every move, whispering his approval, growling his
own lust as he swept them still higher, his hips never easing from
the punishing rhythm he set, never giving her a chance to catch her
breath properly, taking from her mouth as he gave to her body, just
pumping and pumping, driving into her innocent flesh and making it
his, joining them in seemingly insatiable desire.

Hard fingers
dug into her hips, holding them still without mercy, not letting
her move, taking her whimpers into himself ruthlessly as he shifted
his hips, only to swallow her gasping mewls of pure pleasure as he
drew out almost to the tip and thrust back in hard, once, twice,
three times, keeping her hanging on the edges, stretched taut,
nerves quivering as she was forced to wait for each invasion of her
body.

She’d never
known such mind-numbing pleasure, could never have guessed what it
could be like with a lover who knew what he was doing, who was
ensuring her own pleasure matched his with every calculated move of
his body, every positioning of hers.

Alan’s tempo
changed once more, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair, the
other hand gripping her hip, his eyes glittering down into hers as
he thrust harder, pumped faster, his chest slick against her
breasts as the heat of their joining drew the dampness from their
both.

She couldn’t
take much more, everything was crowding in on her, nerves jangling,
heart thundering, sensation and eroticism rolling through her,
crashing through her, and suddenly she broke apart. Everything
exploded.

At the same
time Sophie screamed his name, Alan shoved hard into her, straining
up on his arms, muscles bulging as his fingers dug deep into her
twisting hip, and through shattering stars she saw his eyes, the
pure craven heat reflected within for her, for what was happening,
and then he hauled her up to him, his grip in her hair almost
punishing, yet he didn’t hurt, and then his mouth crushed against
hers in an equally punishing kiss, but it was so harshly right, so
hungrily hot, and she could only give herself up to the prurience
that took her over the edge.

Chapter 6

Lying on her
back, Sophie gazed dreamily up at the night sky. Her breathing was
almost back to normal.

So was Alan’s.
Wow, she’d just had hot sex with Alan Cooper, teaser and wicked
Cute Boy. This was an event worthy of writing down, oh my yes, she
could burn up the pages with everything he’d made her feel.

Not counting
the sensation of him above her, in her, sliding
through
her.
She smiled languorously. Talk about fantasies coming true.

The minutes
ticked past.

Lying on his
back right beside her, his heaving chest having calmed down to more
even movements, Alan had one arm over his eyes. His other arm was
against her own, his fingers entwined with hers, his thumb drawing
slow patterns on her skin.

It was enough
to make her want to attack him again. Jump on him, rip his shirt
off - wait, no, he’d had his shirt off already. And his shorts. She
couldn’t resist peeking sideways. Yep, his shirt was gone, his
shorts - when had he managed to pull them up? Unzipped, unbuttoned,
but snugly around his hips. Low on his hips. If he shifted in just
the right direction, she’d see that length of manhood that had been
inside her just earth shattering minutes ago. If it was minutes,
she really didn’t know. For all she knew, they could have been
lying boneless in the grass for several hours, drifting on a
pleasant haze of spent ardour.

His hands on
her breasts, oh boy, even now the memory had her nipples peaking.
That grip on her hip would probably mean some bruises in the
morning, but it was worth it. Oh man, was it worth it. She might
even take a photo of it; the cause had been that bloody awesome.
He’d done things to her no man ever had and she doubted any man
would be able to match him. Oh no, he’d been an expert, and
considerate, really, when taking her virginity.

Her eyes popped
open. Whoa. Alan Cooper had taken her virginity. She was no longer
a virgin. He’d done things to her body, felt her, seen some of her
-
oh crap
!

At any minute
Alan, with his perfect body, would sit up and get a good eyeful of
her lying there with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her
overly generous bosom hanging out of the unfastened bra, and her
dimpled thighs displayed in the moonlight.

Talk about a
mood killer. And how embarrassing! The heat in her cheeks went from
bliss to shame in zero point two seconds.

Jerking her
hand from his, she bolted upright, yanking her skirt down as best
she could with one hand while fumbling at the buttons on the dress
bodice with the other.

It wasn’t easy.
How the hell had Alan managed to do it while lying on top of her?
Hoik up her skirt, unbutton her bodice, unsnap her bra and take off
her panties. Which was in the grass somewhere. A furtive glance
around showed them to be next to his wallet. Beside his head.

Someone kill
her now. Her parachute sized undies were coiled around his wallet
in a bad parody of a woman’s vagina sheltering a man’s shaft. Which
just showed what state her mind was in - part dirty and part
analytic.

Alan really
messed with her head.

“Soph?”

“Ummm…what?”
Refusing to look around, she fumbled to reclasp her bra. Damn thing
wouldn’t co-operate. An impatient yank of her fingers and it
magically reclasped.

“Are you all
right?” He was sitting up beside her now.

“What? Of
course.”
Do not look at me, do not look at me.

“Having
problems?” He asked gently.

“No.”
Go
away
.

Shifting so
that he was kneeling beside her, Alan brushed her fumbling fingers
aside and started buttoning up her bodice.

“What are you
doing?” She slapped at his hands.

“I undid them,
I’ll do them back up again.” Ignoring her apparently feeble
attempts to dislodge his hands, Alan had her bodice fastened within
seconds. Mainly because the top three he left undone so that it
gaped open to show a generous amount of cleavage.

Wow, big
surprise. He was looking rather longingly at that cleavage, in
fact, he reached out one finger to hook into the neckline, pulling
it open and moving forward to get a peek down it. “Nice.
Very
nice.”

“Stop it!”
Cheeks flaming, Sophie rolled to her feet.

“Soph-”

“Goodnight,
Alan.” She started to push upwards.

Started being
the operative word because two hands grabbed her shoulders and
hauled her backwards. With a startled shriek she fell onto her back
with a warm, hard body following her down, landing on top of her
before she could even comprehend what was happening.

Dazed and
confused, she blinked up into Alan’s face.

“So,” he said
conversationally, “what’s up?”

“Huh?”

“What’s up? One
minute we’re enjoying each other’s company after one hell of a
shagging-”

Cripes, how
romantic.

“-the next
you’re all uptight and running for the hills.”

“I never
actually made it to the running position.” Sophie shoved at his
shoulders. “Will you get off?”
Before, annoyed and embarrassed
or not, I shove my tongue back down your throat?

“Nah,” he
replied cheerfully. “Not happening.”

“I’ll
scream.”

“Kinky little
devil. All the neighbours will be wondering what you’re doing to
me.”

“I said
I’ll
scream.”

“Warrior’s cry
as you rip my clothes off and have your dirty,
dirty
way
with me?”

“You are such
an arse.”

“C’mon, Soph,
what’s wrong?” In a gesture that was becoming a little too
familiar, he tucked a thick length of hair behind her ears. “I
didn’t hurt you.”

Her cheeks
flamed but she met his gaze gamely. “I couldn’t scream when you
were sucking my face.”

“Ooohhh, that’s
not nice.” His eyes twinkled.

“It did hurt. A
little.”

“How was I to
know your-” He waggled his eyebrows “-
maidenhead
was still
intact?”

“I’m a virgin!
Was, I mean.” Her cheeks were now on fire.

“Most virgins
have torn that hymen during sports and things.” He said it so
calmly, so matter-of-factly.

“In case it
escaped your notice at the time, I wasn’t very athletic in
school.”

“Mind you…” He
gazed thoughtfully at the bushes right behind her head. “Breaking
through that virgin shield was rather…hmmm…”

She was going
to hit him in a minute.

His gaze
flashed down, eyes dark, laughing, and a little heated. “Yeah, I
liked it. A lot.”

“Jesus,
Alan!”

“I thought I
heard you say ‘God’ several times, but I’ll accept that as
well.”

If it was
possible to go up in mortified smoke, the fire department would now
be tearing up the street with sirens blaring. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.
You screamed my name out several times, too.”

“Enough!”

“Oh Soph. Never
enough.”

“That’s because
you’re a sex-crazed chick-chaser!” She shoved at him again.

Grabbing her
wrists with ease, he pinned them in the grass each side of her
head. “Ah yes, I do believe this scene is from
Taming Mandy
,
only this was in the bedroom, not outdoors.”

“Mandy wasn’t a
virgin.”

“And neither
are you, now.” His teeth flashed in an almost predatory grin.
“Thanks to me.”

“Oh, my
gratitude knows no bounds.”

“Great.”
Dipping down quickly, he kissed her hard and fast, leaving her
gasping for air and damp in places that had no right to be after
the shagging she’d just had.

Cripes, she was
even starting to think like him. Not good.

“That’s not
what I meant,” she managed to snap, licking the taste of him off
her lips first.

His gaze
followed the sweep of her tongue. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”
No.
Argh, yes!
Sucking in a deep breath to clear her head, which
kind of didn’t work because it made her breasts mash up deliciously
against his hard pecs, Sophie sought to maintain control. “Look,
Alan, don’t think I regret this, because I don’t.”

“Good to know.”
Smiling lazily, he settled himself more comfortably on top of her,
his forearms resting on the grass each side of her shoulders.

“Comfy?” she
asked dryly.

“Very. Do
continue.” He nestled his hips against hers.

“Alan!”

“What?”
Innocent blink.

Yeah, right.
“Never mind.”

“I don’t.”

She’d have
rolled her eyes if she thought it would have done any good.
Instead, she frowned up at him. “Lets just get the ego out of the
way first, okay? It was great, I’ll not forget it, you made me
scream. Okay?”

His smile was
smug.

“But now it’s
done. Over.”

“Why?” he
asked.

“Why what?”

“Why is it
over?”

“Because…well…because it is.”

“Doesn’t have
to be.” He said it so causally.

“Alan, you want
to do it again?”
Oh boy!
“Now?”
Yes!

“Sure. I can go
all night.”

Wooooooowwww
.

“But that’s not
quite what I meant.”

Of course.
Sophie sighed.

His eyes
glittered in amusement.

“Don’t,” she
warned.

“Sure.”

“I’m beginning
to suspect sarcasm when you say that.”

“Aw, Soph.” He
pecked a kiss on her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re
suspicious.”

If he kissed
her again she’d not be responsible for her actions. Such as sucking
his tongue right out of his mouth. Wouldn’t that shock him?
Actually, probably not. Alan would love it. Suck her right
back.

Sweet mother
mercy, there went a gush of dampness and no panties to catch it.
Focus! Focus!

“Anyway, Soph,”
he said, all cheerful and calm, “I have this idea.”

“You don’t
say.” That was better, she sounded more her normal self.

“Yep. I want
your body and you need the experience.”

“Whaa…?”
Shocked, she blinked. Hell, she couldn’t even get the word out
properly.

“I said, I want
your body and you need the experience.”

“You said…I
just…
what
?”

“Now listen,
Soph.” Releasing one wrist, he tapped her nose playfully. “You’re
not concentrating.”

“You’re on top
of me!”

“I know I’m a
bit distracting, sex god and all, but this is business.”

“Business? How
the hell do you make this about business?” Her eyes narrowed on a
horrible thought. “If you think writing erotic stuff and porking
males is a business transaction-”

“No.” Tsking,
he placed his hand over her mouth.

She retaliated
by licking his palm. There, see, she wasn’t a total loser who could
only write about erotic fantasies, she knew how to do them, too.
Some of them.

Obviously she’d
gotten that little motion just right because she heard and felt him
suck in a breath. Except he was made of sterner stuff. Shaking his
head at her, he continued, “I love your body, Soph. It’s soft and
sexy and I could play with it all night.”