All I needed was Jamie.
Small hands pushed under my work shirt, sending shivers dancing across my skin.
My abs bunched under Jamie’s palms, but when she moved her hands higher and grazed tentatively over my pecs, her nails scraped lightly over my nipples, causing a moan to escape from my throat.
“Oh, yes, legs. That’s nice,” I said with a rumble against her lips. I was delighted that she was touching me without me asking her to although I would have begged without any shame for her to put her hands on me. Electricity shot through me, and I silently prayed she would get bolder and touch me everywhere. Our previous nights on my couch had mainly been me doing the touching, lightly caressing Jamie over her clothes, getting her used to me. I wasn’t complaining, though, because touching Jamie thrilled me and turned me on, making me painfully hard.
Giving a woman pleasure heightened my arousal. I loved to see a woman in the throes of passion, but Jamie was the first woman who made me put my desires and needs to the side. My pleasure was seeing hers.
It was a completely new thing for me, and I found that I liked it.
“Can I take my shirt off?” I asked, keeping my voice low and seductive.
“Please,” Jamie answered, her voice husky and full of need.
Slipping my hands between our bodies, I made sure to keep contact with her body as I released each button. What I really wanted to do was rip the bloody thing off me, but I had set this slow, seductive pace for a reason. Jamie wasn’t just a woman I was going to have sex with. This was a relationship in the making. A future, a life together.
Flinging my shirt to the floor next to Jamie’s, I quickly pulled her against my bare chest and my hands splayed low on her back.
“Oh, this feels so nice,” Jamie purred into my neck, her nose running the length of it as her soft hands gripped my biceps, her nails biting into my skin.
Every nerve in my body was on sensory overload. Tracing my hands up her slender back, I stopped when I got to the thin strap of her bra. “Yeah, it does, baby. Your skin against mine is warm and soft,” I crooned to her as I deftly unsnapped the two small fasteners. “Can we take this off, too?” My hands slowly worked the straps down her arms until they bunched at her elbows. Her slight intake of breath gave me my answer, and I nudged her arms from mine so the pink garment could fall to the floor at our feet.
Steeling myself, I kept my eyes on her face. I wanted nothing more than to look at her uncovered breasts and see if her nipples were pink or brown, small or big.
I lasted another ten seconds before my eyes dropped to look between us.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I moaned low.
“Pink and large. Oh, fuck me, legs.” I groaned. Pointing right at my pecs were the prettiest breasts I had ever seen. They were high and full with soft, pink and pert nipples surrounded by large areolae topping them off.
Perfect for sucking into my mouth, I thought wickedly, and my dick jerked in agreement.
“So perfect,” I murmured, palming them. Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to Jamie’s open mouth, swallowing her moan as I gently squeezed her tits. “I need a taste, baby.”
With no other warning than that, I dropped my head and replaced one hand with my mouth, taking in as much of her soft flesh as I could. My tongue roamed greedily over her nipple while I sucked gently. Pleasure shot through me—her taste was intoxicating. All I could taste was sugar. Releasing my prize with a loud pop, I stared at them in a trance.
“How does your skin taste like sugar?” I asked incredulously, not expecting her to answer me.
“Br-brown sugar body scrub,” Jamie stuttered then squeaked with surprise when I took her other breast into my mouth and gave it the same lavish attention I’d given its mate.
“Keep using it,” I muttered around my mouthful. With one hand, I massaged the part of her breast that wasn’t in my mouth while I trailed the other one down between our bodies to the waistband of her modest denim shorts. There wasn’t anything overly sexy about them other than the fact that the woman wearing them made them sexy as hell. Lake wore the same ones, but on her, I didn’t find them remotely alluring. The length was respectful at mid-thigh, very appropriate for a food shop. It was Jamie’s natural appeal that did it for me.
Finding the metal button fly, I pulled them apart while still administering a tongue lashing to her nipple.
“O-okay.” She gasped then stiffened when I dipped my hand into the open flap of her shorts and cupped her sex, which was when I stiffened and not just my hand.
Wrenching my mouth away from her breast, I stared down at where my hand was currently inside her shorts.
“Legs, you don’t have on any panties,” I growled. Her pussy was bare, and I meant totally bare of any hair.
Jamie flushed a deep red as she turned her head away from me.
“Look at me,” I demanded gruffly. I refused to take my hands from her pussy or breast, so I used my voice to get her attention. “Legs?”
She took a few seconds, but finally, she turned back to face me, her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Um, if I don’t need to, then I prefer to go without underwear,” she told me, and her admission forced my dick harder against the zipper of my jeans.
Holy fucking shit.
“And today, you didn’t think you needed to.”
Her head shook back and forth. The red flush got deeper, and her breathing got choppier as I traced a finger inside her lower lips. I didn’t push my finger in like I desperately wanted to, just traced the inside of her labia with the gentlest of touches.
“But you have worn panties after I first met you?” At the barbeque, when I got the view of the year when she lifted her skirt to show me her legs, she had on panties. I don’t know why, but the thought that someone could get a glimpse of what only I should see made me want to gouge out the eyes of every male in town.
“Yes, just not today.”
I nodded my head once, pleased, pissed off, and aroused all at the same time. “Baby, maybe you should wear panties to work. I don’t think I will survive the day knowing that you are over the road at the café serving people with a bare pussy.”
“Chase! I can’t believe you just said that,” she cried out, shocked. I didn’t know if it was from my Neanderthal demand or because I’d pushed my finger inside her just a fraction.
“Believe it.” I grunted and manoeuvred my hand to nudge her shorts over her hips without taking my finger out of her.
It took a few nudges, but with Jamie helping me by wiggling her hips, the denim soon fell down her legs with a soft swoosh.
Continuing my gentle assault on her pussy lips, I dropped my hand from her breast to her bare bottom, and the peach-shaped globes were firm and soft. “You ready for some more, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” She moaned as her head bobbed up and down.
Smirking at her enthusiasm, I felt a slight rush of wetness on the tip of the finger that was barely penetrating her entrance. Suddenly, I wanted more than slight wetness. I wanted her gushing for me, to feel her arousal soaking my mouth and lips.
Hold on, legs. We are about to go from a slow burn to an inferno in two seconds.
I dropped to my knees, and our nearly matching heights meant her pussy was right at the level of my mouth. Leaning forward, I pressed my nose to her mound and breathed in her sweet, musky scent. I groaned loudly and looked up at Jamie, my mouth watering for its first taste.
“Hold on, baby.”
Her expression turned from shocked to confused, almost as if she couldn’t quite understand my intentions. I gave her no more warning before I flicked out my tongue and swiped along the full length of her pussy, making sure to keep my eyes on her face as I did. I wanted to see her reaction to her first time having a tongue licking her.
And what a reaction it was. As her eyes widened, her mouth opened on a silent scream, and her whole body trembled against me.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs
, I pulled her tighter against my mouth and ravaged her. It was almost brutal the way my tongue assaulted her slit, using deep, long strokes to invade her soft flesh, coating my mouth with her juices, and as her taste burst onto my tongue, it made my already hard dick impossibly harder.
There was nothing more beautiful to me than Jamie’s throaty moan. Pure delight shone on her gorgeous face, making me feel ten feet tall.
“Oh, Chase, I’ve never… felt… oh, God, so much.” She cried out the last word when I touched her clit with the flat of my tongue, holding it still and firm over the bundle of nerves.
“Hmmm,” I hummed against her, unwilling to take my mouth away.
Suddenly, Jamie’s hands landed on the top of my head, and her fingers grabbed hold so she could push herself further into me, almost wantonly.
Loving every second of seeing her this way, I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Need shot through me, but I was desperate to drag a climax from her before we went any further.
“Chase, something is happening,” Jamie cried out, her voice trembling as were her legs. They quivered endlessly in my hands, parting as much as they could with my vice-like grip on them.
Surging forward, I pushed my whole face into her wet pussy, not giving a shit that I could hardly breathe, and my lips parted to give her an open-mouthed kiss. I wanted to come. I ached to feel the rush of her cream so I could finally be inside her without hurting her. My dick was large—no shit, I wasn’t bragging, it was just that—and to hurt her and ruin her first time just was not going to happen.
“Let it go, baby. Feel it. Don’t fight it,” I whispered. I lifted my mouth for a second then surged back in, licking her from top to bottom, making sure I dragged my tongue slowly through her folds.
Jamie’s hands tightened almost painfully in my hair, and I felt the tingles right across my tongue as she detonated in my mouth, her scream signalling her first orgasm.
Lapping up as much as I could, I wasted no time getting to my feet. Pulling Jamie into my arms, I smashed our mouths together, her taste still very much on my lips.
Her small surprised moans and her eager kisses assured me she didn’t mind tasting herself.
Matching her stroke for stroke, we wrested for dominance, and once again, I found myself letting her take the lead. What was it about this woman that had me throwing my playbook out the window. I was always in control in the bedroom. I liked to show a lady how I wanted it, how she needed it, but with Jamie, I liked her innocence, and the pureness of her reaction to a man going down on her was such that she ended up riding my face and nearly suffocating me in the process.
Reaching between our bodies, I removed my work slacks and let them drop to my feet. Jamie’s hands followed mine, and our mouths were still fused as her fingers traced the thick band of my boxers. I could feel her nervousness as her lips faulted. Taking the decision out of her hands, I took one of her small trembling hands in mine and placed it over my bulging erection, hissing at her hesitant touch.
“I need to be inside you, baby.”
15
Chase’s smooth, deep voice tickled me like a caress, soothing the butterflies in my stomach when his large hand took mine and pressed it over his boxers at his crouch.
Many firsts were happening in the space of minutes tonight. The first time naked in front of a man. First time having my breasts well and truly sucked and tended to, and so expertly, I might add. First time to touch a man’s… nether regions. And the really big one, the first time having a man lick my pussy, giving me my first oral orgasm. Watching oral sex on Pornhub or reading about it in romance novels didn’t come anywhere close to actually experiencing it. Never in my wildest imaginations did I think I would scream out in ecstasy all the while nearly ripping the man’s hair out of his head and just about suffocating him.
But I did, and I wanted to experience it all.
But only with Chase. The intimacy of looking down and seeing Chase’s tongue licking my folds and circling my clit wasn’t something I could do with just anyone. The trust you give to a sexual partner to do something so personal, I could honestly not see myself doing that with someone I didn’t have strong feelings for, very strong feelings.
From the minute Chase carried me into his room and set me on my feet, he earned my trust with his careful treatment of me and his gentle questions—asking me if I was ready, did I want more, could he do this or that, involving me in what he wanted to do because I really had no idea. I truly thought he would lay me on the bed, climb on, and go for it, although the soft and seductive mood Chase had created didn’t surprise me one bit. He had done nothing but be caring towards me, and he gave me the impression my feelings meant everything to him.
I gasped when Chase’s large cock got even thicker under my hand. When he first took my hand and placed it over his crotch, I nearly fainted. So many firsts, I mused. My fingers took over from my brain and ran the length of his shaft.
I took Chase’s hiss as a green light to keep going, and the fact that he pushed himself further into my hand. His boxers did little to hide the sheer size of his cock, and each time I traced my finger up then back down, it jerked under the material. Fascinated with this, I got bolder with my explorations. Using my thumb, I rubbed it over the bulbous head, wishing I could look at it.
“You can look at it, baby, any time you want,” Chase said, startling me.
I stopped my administrations, embarrassed that I had said such a wonton thing out loud.
“Keep touching me, legs. Please, it feels so good,” Chase pleaded, pushing his pelvic bone into my hand harder.
I felt my cheeks heat but did what he asked and continued massaging. I enjoyed Chase’s rumbling moans, loved the way his head dropped forward then fell back on his shoulders. The sexy noises he made turned me on just as much as the touching did. Tingling started in my belly and went lower, just like it had when Chase and I made out on his couch, his body over mine, pressing into that special part of me, a part no one had ever touched until just now when Chase kissed me there.
Oh, wow. The feelings that had stirred up, sensations I had never experienced before. All of a sudden, I was relieved that I waited to be with a man. My virginity didn’t mean all that much to me, or so I thought, but foreplay was so intimate. Standing naked in front of a man while he licked me wasn’t something I ever thought I would do.
But now, standing here with Chase being the one, everything about this moment was perfect.
In saying that, I was still very nervous about what was to come. Chase seemed very confident in his abilities, and while I wasn’t ashamed of my body, I was worried that I was too muscular or toned for his liking.
Being a professional tennis player, I had the luxury of having a personal trainer and a nutritionist. I paid for them, of course, but to have people at your beck and call all the time to help with exercise and weight management was a godsend. Now that I wasn’t a professional tennis player anymore, those advantages were no longer available to me. So working at Lake’s café was definitely going to be a challenge.
“Legs, are you still with me? Would you rather we stopped for tonight?” Chase interrupted my wayward thoughts.
“No, I don’t!” I shouted too loud, but he had to know that was the last thing I wanted. Stopping the best feelings I have ever had? No way. My heart was bursting as much as my lower body was. I wanted more with Chase, and I wanted to feel like a woman.
“Chase, I want this—you. This right here.” I placed my hand back on his warm, hard chest, and his steady heartbeat pulsed under it. Licking my swollen lips and tasting Chase, I leaned forward, my mouth only inches from his, and moved my hand slowly up and down his throbbing shaft.
This was all new to me, but something inside me took over, and I all of a sudden knew what I wanted.
“I want you to be my first, honey,” I whispered, gaining confidence with every second I stood there naked, stroking Chase’s cock.
Chase visibly ten
sed, his muscles bunching under my palm and his cocked swelling so much my fingers barely reached halfway around.
“Baby, there is going to be more than just the first time,” Chase growled just before his mouth descended back down on mine.
Tingles danced down my spine at his growled promise, but I didn’t get my hopes up that is was a declaration of something more for us. I still had a lot of unfinished business regarding my career and the ugly situation with Colin, but I held high hopes that all the signals from Chase and his sweet treatment of me meant he was hoping the same thing.
Pushing away everything other than the man in front of me and what was happening right now from my mind, I concentrated on kissing Chase. I could tell I was getting much better at it since our first kiss, and Chase seemed to enjoy getting his lips on me at any chance he could get.
Desire flooded my body as Chase’s hands roamed all over me while his mouth plundered mine. Deep rumbling moans mingled with my slightly higher ones, tongues and teeth clashed as our passion grew hotter and wilder.
I reluctantly released my grip on his shaft and smiled against his lips. When he growled his disapproval, I wickedly licked his top lip.
“Show me what else you have planned for me,” I encouraged Chase, eager to feel him on top of me and to lose my virginity. There had to be some law against being a twenty-five-year-old virgin—somewhere.
“You are playing with fire, legs. I’m going slow because this is your first time for anything. My usual way is much more… intense. And you aren’t ready for that.”
I squeezed my thighs tightly together, and the friction and Chase’s words made my core literally weep at what he had in mind for me later. I may be a virgin, but I did read. Romance novels were my favourite downtime activity. Being on planes was the best time for me to do my own thing, the one place where Colin couldn’t make me train or exercise.
I licked my lips and looked at Chase through hooded eyes, eager to get things going but not sure how. Standing there naked and my awkward attempts to flirt was just about where my repertoire ended.
From The Inferno (Firemen Do It Better Book 3) Page 14
