The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles

by Meghan Quinn

  God yes.

  He continued to squeeze my breasts but now slowly started to move his fingers to my nipples. My mind whirled, the room dimming around me as I listened to my heart call the shots, allowing my chest to press into his hands, encouraging him to continue on his journey.

  And they did. He squeezed harder but not where I wanted him.

  Why wasn’t he pinching my nipples yet?

  I caught the heated glare in Henry’s eyes as they were glued to my exposed chest, lusty and entranced. Instead of covering myself, I grew a wave of confidence and puffed my chest, allowing more of a view. Licking his lips, Henry’s head dipped and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth.

  “Son of a saltine cracker,” I screamed from the pleasure rolling through me.

  Henry scanned me with a questioning eyebrow, humor marring his sultry eyes but instead of questioning my outlandish outburst, he went back to work.

  Honestly, I’d never thought sucking on a breast was something I’d allow since it seemed odd for a grown-ass man to be sucking on me, but hot damn, it felt like heaven.

  More than heaven.

  Like I’d been sorely missing out on the best form of pleasure for far too long.

  His mouth pulled away, leaving me shaking in his hands, but like the fair man he was, he shifted to the other nipple and gave it the same special attention.

  So so good.

  I wanted to scream, I wanted to wail, I wanted to go to church and thank God, Jesus, and everyone holy for the miraculous perfection of Henry’s mouth.

  Every muscle below my belly button tightened up and a deep pressure started to grow with Henry’s tricky tongue that kept flicking my nipple in his mouth. My hands went instinctively to his head, encouraging him to do more, and when his hands traveled down my stomach to the waistband of my panties, I grew stiff and not in a good way.

  “Whoa,” I said, popping my nipple out of his mouth.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You were getting close to my lady parts.”

  “That’s kind of the point.” He chuckled while staring at my breasts. My arms covered up quickly but were removed by Henry. “Don’t cover yourself up in front of me. That’s insulting. You should be proud to show me your body.”

  “It’s just new for me,” I said, resisting the urge to press my bare chest against the mattress, making sure only the mattress springs were able to get a sense of my upper half.

  “Let go, Rosie. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

  God, when he said things like that, it made the little wall I was trying to erect quickly crumble.

  Taking him in as well, I glanced at his crotch. At the very tip of his erection was a little wet spot where his boxer briefs spread against his shaft. It was hot and also had me thinking . . .

  “Did you . . . orgasm?” I whispered.

  “No,” he chuckles, “It’s just a little pre-cum.”

  “Pre-cum, huh, didn’t know there was such a thing. Can I touch it?”

  “Are we done with touching you for now?” he asked, looking a little disappointed. The sentiment made my heart soar.

  “Just for a while, but I promise we’ll get back to it because your mouth on my breasts was meant to be.”

  A full guttural laugh escaped Henry as he shook his head and put his hands on his waistband. I watched him pull them down in slow motion and release his cock. The man had zero shame, turning me on even more.

  Holy hell, it looked like a slab of salami just sprouted between his thighs. Was that thing real?

  Before touching it, I leaned forward some more and examined his penis a little closer. It was quite erect and the skin almost looked taut, stretched from end to end. There were veins, no hair—good mansacping on Henry’s part—and his balls, well, let’s just say my vision of a scrotum has come to fruition.

  “I want you to know, the way you’re staring at my dick has me harder than a fucking lamppost right now.”

  His hands were gripping the sheets, white knuckles, and his chest was moving rapidly, pecs taught, nipples pointed peaks.

  That’s all it took, just a look from me and he was about to burst? Men were so easy.

  “I’m going to touch you now,” I announced as my hand hovered.

  “You don’t have to announce it; you can just touch it.”

  But I was so nervous, I had to prepare myself.

  “Okay, I wanted to give you a heads-up. I’m going to touch my first penis. This is my first penis caress,” I said nervously. “Here goes, I’m about to touch it.” My hand inched closer but backed away for a second, wondering what it would feel like.

  “It’s skin,” Henry said. “Not some slimy snake, although, after I’m done with you, it sure as hell will be slimy . . .”

  “Ew, Henry.”

  He chuckled, and I watched as his body shook, sexy and all masculine.

  With every chuckle, his dick moved with him. It was fascinating. Did men think the same things about boobs? Although, boobs didn’t twitch on their own, and they sure as hell didn’t have pre-cum. Thank God.

  “I dare you to touch it.” He smiled.

  “I’m going to. See?” I poked the side. It moved slightly but then came back to position. “Ahh,” I squealed. “I touched it. I touched the penis. Oh God, it’s like one of those blowup punching bags that you hit and it falls, but then comes back up.”

  “Pretty sure all dicks around the world don’t want to be known as punching bags,” he teased.

  I ignored him and moved my hand back toward his penis, this time wrapping my fingers around him.

  “Wow, it’s pretty hard. I thought maybe it looked hard but was squishy in the middle.” I squeezed and tested out the strength of his cock. “Yeah, not squishy at all, but the skin is a little loose, which surprises me given it looks like it’s about to pop right out of its casing.”

  “Don’t call it casing,” Henry said a little breathlessly.

  “I mean, look at this.” I stroked him lightly, running my finger along one of the veins. “It’s like it has its own mind. Like if I commanded it, it would do what I said, because I have the vagina and that’s its ultimate goal.” I dipped my head and looked underneath his dick. I ran my finger along the length of it, testing out all sides, and that’s when I saw Henry suck in a gasp of air.

  He had a light sheen of sweat on his upper lip as his eyes fluttered shut, his teeth rolling over his teeth. I sat up and studied him.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yup, just trying to not blow you in the eye.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He expelled a sharp breath. “Rosie, you can’t sit closely to a dick, caress it, and examine it, and think the guy won’t be affected.”

  “Am I turning you on?” I asked slightly perplexed.

  “Yes! I have an amazing view of your breasts, your lips are dangerously close to my cock, and you’re stroking it with a feather-like touch. Rosie, you’re killing me.”

  “Oh, dear. I had no clue. Do you want me to do something else?”

  “No, please by all means, explore away, but if you see me panting, you know why.”

  “Fair enough.” I smiled but inside . . . I am in awe. This is how Henry’s reacting to me.

  With a renewed confidence from the affect I had on Henry, I ran my hand down his cock to his balls.

  “Careful”—he shifted in my grasp—“the balls are way different from the cock, and you have to be gentle.”

  “Oh right, I forgot. These little guys are sensitive. Noted.”

  With tender fingers, I lightly stroked his balls and felt the weight of them. They weren’t giant by any means, and he was cleanly shaven so that wasn’t a problem. They were actually kind of fun to play with, kind of like marbles in a Ziploc bag full of water.

  Remembering what Henry told me about the perineum, I smiled to myself and glided my hand to the back of his balls but came up short when I noticed he was sitting too upright.

  “Can
you slide down the bed a little and spread your legs more?” I asked.

  “You’re not doing a lady doctor exam or anything, are you?”

  “No, why on earth would I do that?”

  “I have no clue.” He chuckled and did what I told him.

  At that moment, I looked down at him while his hands went behind his head and his eyes landed on mine. He was giving his entire body to me for my perusal, for my study, and I knew no other man would have been half as amazing, patient, and understanding as Henry had been through this whole process. He’d taken the role as best friend to a whole new level.

  Just as I was about to run my hands up his thighs, my phone rang in my purse, which was now on the floor. I looked over at it, wondering who would be calling me, but with a tug to my arm, Henry pulled me back.

  “Stay with me, Rosie.”

  Nodding, I positioned myself between his legs and lowered my head to his cock.

  “I’m going to try putting it in my mouth. I can’t make you any promises. Last time I did this, I threw up.”

  “Well, if you feel like throwing up, let me know. I will hold your hair back for you.” He winked up at me, making my heart stutter in my chest.

  Gah, I felt myself falling for the man, just like that, with a little wink—I was his. I shook my head of the damning thoughts and focused at the task at hand . . . well, I guess mouth now.

  I grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and lowered my mouth until his arousal was a whisper from my lips. With a lick to wet my now dry lips, I opened my mouth and descended upon him. My mouth attempted to stretch around him . . . how on earth did girls manage to hold their jaw open for so long? Mine was on his cock for a second and my jaw was already screaming at me.

  My teeth dangerously scraped against his skin, and knowing biting the dick wasn’t a good idea, I took a deep breath, relaxed my face, and opened wider.

  To my surprise, I was able to move his cock farther into my mouth. It wasn’t gross like I thought it would be; it just felt like I was trying to suck on a warm, fleshy popsicle.

  Fleshy popsicle—probably not the best term to use in my book but spot on when talking to girlfriends. I shuffled that away for when I talked to Jenny or Delaney.

  Breathing out of my nose, I lightly sucked on Henry’s penis. I wouldn’t say I was the best at it, I wouldn’t even say I was subpar as I couldn’t control the drool that seeped out of my mouth or the constant gag reflex that threatened me every moment his cock parked it in my mouth, but I could see by the way Henry’s muscles flexed I was actually pleasuring him.

  Wanting to pull out some of my tricks Henry taught me, to impress him and show him I had been listening, I decided to try the hummer.

  Now I knew nothing about a hummer. I hadn’t read about it in any of my novels so I wasn’t quite sure how to provide the sexual action, but from what Henry described to me, I just hummed while my mouth was on his dick. Simple enough.

  Taking in some air through my nose, I started to hum.

  “Hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hmmmm.”

  In the middle of my humming, Henry sat up and looked at me with a quizzical eyebrow.

  “Are you humming Jingle Bells?”

  “Yeah, wuts wung wi what?” I asked, dick still in my mouth.

  “Hey, don’t talk with your mouthful of dick,” Henry said, while pulling my mouth off his dick and laughing.

  “What’s wrong? Did you not like the song? It’s the first thing that came to mind. I can try some Britney Spears if that works better for you?”

  “This isn’t the game Cranium, Rosie. I’m not trying to guess what song you’re humming on my dick. You’re just supposed to hum, nothing in particular.”

  “Well, where’s the fun in that? I think that’s a new game we should introduce to the world: guess that song. The girl hums a song on the guy’s dick and he gets two guesses. If he guesses wrong, he has to hum on her nipples. Damn, I bet that would feel good.”

  “I bet it would feel better on your clit.” Henry wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Umm,” I stuttered, making him laugh.

  “Just hum, Rosie. No tunes.”

  “Got it,” I said as we both got back into position.

  Not humming a song this time, I went back to business as Henry guided me.

  “Now when you have your mouth on a penis that you can’t fully take in, you want to use one of your hands to stroke the base of the cock, that way the guy is fully pleasured. The tip is nice to be played with, but squeezing the base of the cock is . . . fuck yes, just like that,” Henry said as I squeezed his base and stroked it while I hummed against his penis.

  “Fuck, yes, Rosie,” he said while his head moved against his pillow.

  Feeling confident again, my spare hand started its journey to find the perineum. I rolled his balls in my hand for a second, giving them a little love, until my fingers traveled a little farther south, looking for that special spot. I watched with fascination as Henry’s eyes closed and his hands that were once behind his head in a casual position were now gripping his headboard.

  Going past his balls, my fingers slid into a warm area that felt like what Henry was talking about until something clenched around my fingers and Henry practically flew off the bed. My mouth was ripped off his dick and my hand slid off as well as Henry backed up.

  “Whoa, Rosie, what the hell are you doing digging around in my ass?”

  The sheen of sweat that was once gracing his upper lip was now all over his delectable and corded body.

  “That was your ass? Ugh, how embarrassing.”

  “What were you going for?”

  “Your perineum,” I said shyly, wishing I didn’t screw up my surprise.

  With a soft look, he nodded and then lay back on the bed. He spread his legs around me and took my hand. Guiding it under his balls, he pressed my finger right where he wanted.

  “That,” he breathed hard. “That is what you’re looking for.”

  “Oh.” I watched his dick grow harder.

  Assuming positions, I placed my mouth back on his cock, my spare hand at the base and in the perfect rhythm I thought was appropriate, I moved my head and my hands. My tongue hummed against the underside of his dick, one of my hands played with the base of his cock, squeezing torturously, while the other hand played with that secret spot.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Henry shifted on the bed and gripped onto the sheets. “Damn Rosie, I mean . . . fuck. God, I’m going to come, Rosie, you have to stop.”

  “Why,” I asked against his cock.

  “Because I’m going to come,” he said with a strangled voice.

  I pulled away but not soon enough as my hand connected with his perineum one last time. I could tell he was going to explode, so to stop the flow from getting everywhere, I placed my finger over the hole of his cock and prayed the ejaculation that was about to happen wouldn’t get everywhere.

  To my dismay, my idea of stopping the spurt of cum was countered by the high-pressured hose Henry had in his pants. What I thought was a good idea turned into a giant mess as my fingers assisted as a sprayer.

  Cum flew everywhere—over me, over Henry, on the bed and unfortunately, directly in my eye.

  “Gah, you got me,” I said, as I covered my eye with my hand and fell back on the bed, wondering if the white, sticky liquid was going to blind me.

  My eye burned from the onslaught of man-milk as I heard Henry chuckling in the background.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked, still covering my eye. “I think I might be blind.”

  “You’re not blind.” He laughed. “But damn, didn’t think I would be doing the dirty pirate with you. Well, a dirty pirate minus the blow to the kneecap.”

  “What’s the dirty pirate?” I asked, starting to blink, hoping my vision would correct.

  “When a guy jizes in your eye and then kicks you in the kneecap so you hop around holding your eye, looking like a pirate. I’m supposed to say arghhh when I do it. I miss
ed my cue. Didn’t know you were going all out today.”

  “I hate you.”

  “No, you don’t,” he responded while getting off the bed and running out of the room, naked. He returned quickly with a warm, wet towel. I watched as he leaned over me, dick still flopping around—good Lord—and wiped my eye. Slowly, my vision started to come back, and I could see once again.

  Once we were clean, he pulled me into his chest and said, “When I say I’m going to come, you’re supposed to pull away, love.”

  “But don’t girls usually swallow?”

  “They can, but I would never ask you to do that.”

  “Does it taste bad?”

  “Well, it’s not like a milkshake going down your throat. It’s salty, I guess, and warm, not the best thing in the world.”

  “Seems like it would be gross.”

  “It’s like beer. You either like it of you don’t.”

  “Have you ever tried it?”

  “Can’t say that I have.” He laughed. “Not really into dudes. Kind of love the boobs,” he said as he tweaked a nipple, waking Virginia from her tiny siesta. “Now, I do believe it’s your turn, love.”

  Chapter Twenty

  The Sacrificed Lamb

  “What are you going to do?” I asked, slightly nervous.

  “Well, I plan on tasting you and then, if you’re up to it, I want to finally take that V-card from you.”

  The way he said it, had me slightly cringing, as if it was a trophy he was waiting to grab and put on his mantel of sex, but I let it roll by, even though Delaney’s voice kept ringing through my head.

  Cherry chaser.

  No, Henry wouldn’t be like that.

  “You want to go down on me?”

  “Yeah, I want to do a lot more than that, Rosie, but we’ll take it slow.” He rolled me to my side as he hovered above me. “First things first; it’s time to get completely naked.”

  His hands found my panties, gripped the sides, and pulled them all the way off my body, stripping me completely naked. I wanted to hide, curl up, and cover my bits, but after seeing Henry’s perusal—with the lust in his eyes—a new sense of confidence grew inside me. He wanted to see my naked body, he liked seeing it, and it actually turned him on. It was a new concept for me, and I liked every second of it.