by Nhys Glover
“Jake... no, please,” I begged, trying to squirm out from under his insistent mouth.
He left off and brought his head back up to me. “What? Didn’t your Romance novels explain what I’m trying to do? I want to taste you in the worst way.”
His voice was deep and gravelly, his eyelids lowered. Bedroom eyes. He had bedroom eyes! God, this was really happening. How did I get here? I felt every one of my lonely desperate twenty-four years in that moment.
“It makes me uncomfortable,” I murmured self-consciously.
His eyes bored into mine before shaking his head. “I’ve never done this before. Am I moving too fast?”
My eyes flew open in shock. Never done it before? No, I must have heard that wrong.
He laughed, a pained laugh, but still a laugh.
“Taken a woman’s virginity,” he explained.
I let out a relieved breath. Oh, that!
“I think you should stretch me with your fingers,” I suggested, not knowing what else to say.
This was becoming increasingly mortifying. I should never have considered doing it. Some things I just wasn’t meant to experience. Sex with a partner was one of them. I was just too... God, I couldn’t even find a suitable word in my jumbled up, sex-addicted brain to describe myself and my oafish ways. There was one. Oafish. I was oafish when I should be feminine and flowing.
Jake smiled wolfishly. “Are you sure you want me touching you down there?”
He was teasing me now. I huffed at him in annoyance.
“Look, this was a bad idea...”
He kissed my mouth, one of those long passionate kisses where his tongue invaded me, possessing me, until I was panting with need.
“Stop thinking,” Jake growled. “Just feel. You don’t have to be in control all the time. It’s okay to just let go and let someone else do the work. And this kind of work I enjoy. Believe me.”
I swallowed hard. Was I being controlling? Dear Lord, what was wrong with me? Tears of humiliation stung my eyes.
Jake groaned, kissing each leaking eyelid in turn. “Baby, I’m not criticisin’. I’m just tryin’ to get you out o’ your head. You’re scared, I know that. And I know scared. I was feckin’ terrified, ridin’ around like a chicken without a head all night, trying to get some kind of control over the situation. I didn’t get it. It didn’t work. Sometimes you have to realise you have no control, and you just have to let go. Can you let go for me now? Let go and just trust me in this?”
Nodding, I looked deep into his intense, dark eyes. I did trust him. But whether I could let go enough to suit him was anybody’s guess. It was too alien. I’d spent the last four or five years fighting to maintain some kind of control over myself and my life, what with ghosts and money problems and loneliness. I wanted to let go, I did, but I just didn’t know how to do that anymore. If I ever did.
He kissed his way to my earlobe and suckled on it, his breath doing strange things to my insides. At the same time, his fingers slid between my nether folds, stroking me gently there. The sensation was familiar and pleasurable. I knew what it was to be fingered this way. After all, I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t totally inexperienced where sexual pleasure was concerned. I’d been meeting my own needs for long enough.
My body was aroused and my folds were slick. Every time his finger slid over the little nub of nerve-endings I squirmed. So good... so very good.
When he entered me with his finger, I moaned and pressed up into his hand. I wished I’d given in and bought a vibrator so I could have gotten the hard part over with years ago. But it had embarrassed me too much just looking at all the varieties of toys available on-line. Then there were my worries about someone finding out what I’d bought. Did they send sex toys in brown paper or were there ways a postman could work out what was in a package? What if it went through one of those X-ray machines?
Jake’s mouth closed over my nipple again, pushing all my random, irrelevant thoughts out of my head. That was the past. This was now. I needed to be here with Jake now, trusting him to make it good for us both.
While he suckled hard on my nipple, he pushed into my body with his finger again. The double sensation had me climaxing in an instant. It shocked me how fast and how hard I came apart.
When I came down, Jake was staring at me, eyes wide.
What? Had I done something wrong? Had I been too loud or energetic? I couldn’t even remember if I’d cried out.
My confusion must have communicated itself to him because Jake smiled, slow and easy. “For a virgin you go off like a firecracker, princess. That was really summat to watch.”
“Is that good?” I asked nervously, still feeling the pleasurable aftershocks vibrating through my body.
“Oh, aye, that’s very good. Let’s see if we can get a few more.”
He suckled deeply again as he slid another finger into my core. This stretched me and the discomfort had me squirming for a different reason.
“Ouch... ouch...” I cried, hating to be such a baby about it.
Jake withdrew his fingers and licked them. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“I love it when you blush. I love it when you come. I love it when you do pretty much everything.” He smiled wolfishly at me again as he slid his newly wet fingers inside me again, this time more slowly. The added lubrication from his mouth helped, and soon my body was coping well to the stretching and then the thrusts of his two fingers.
My next orgasm swept over me in a rush as I thrust up to get all of his fingers deep. There was a twinge of pain but it was lost in the waves of pleasure. When I came down, Jake removed his fingers and studied the trace of blood on them.
“Unless I did something really wrong, I think you just lost your virginity to my fingers,” he said with a cheeky smile.
He went to lick his digits but my look of horror stopped him. Shaking his head at my prudishness, he wiped his fingers on the sheets instead.
“I have to be inside you now or I’m going to embarrass myself. You don’t know what you’ve been doin’ to me.”
No truer words had ever been said. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, full stop. Jake shifted off the mattress and I felt a sting of rejection. Where was he going? I thought he said...
In a moment he was back, tearing open a little foil pack and sliding a condom over his erection. Fascinated, I watched him do it. Once he was fully covered, he lay at my side, stroking my skin and hefting one breast in his big hand.
“Ready for this?” he asked, his voice like velvet.
I nodded, unable to find words. It was really happening. Twenty-four years of virginity was about to end. In one sense, I was about to become a woman. Finally!
Jake kissed my mouth again, tenderly this time, as he positioned himself between my legs. Inch by inch, he fed his member into my body. Inch by inch, I felt him fill me up. Oh... Oh... I felt... overwhelmed. Tears pricked at my eyelids.
Moaning, Jake stopped his inward movement. But I could tell it took all his control to do so.
“Am I hurting you?” he managed to say on a sharp in-breath.
I shook my head.
“No, no,” I choked out. “It just feels so amazing. I didn’t think it would feel like this. Like... Like I’ve been empty my whole life, and now I know what it feels like to be full. Complete.”
He slid deeper, his expression like the crags of the moors. Was my tightness so very uncomfortable for him?
When he was fully seated inside me, he let out a breath.
“You’re so tight. Of course, you would be, but it’s...”
“Bad? I’m sorry. I’m sure—”
“Feckin hell, Alfie. It’s not bad, it’s brilliant. Okay? Better than brilliant. I’m just having trouble keeping it together right now. Stop panicking. Get out of your head. Trust me.”
I relaxed again. This was a hell of a lot harder than I expected. And yet it was wonderful too. The feel of him deep inside me. The way he was joined to me in the most in
timate way. I could even feel him flex against my channel walls.
Then I forgot everything but the sensation of his movements. He began pumping into me in long, slow, sliding moves. Once, twice, three times, before speeding up. Sweat had broken out all over his face, and his hands as they held my hips were slick with it.
He was using those hands to move me where he wanted me. Once I got the rhythm, I took over and he placed his hands on the mattress. Without thought, I wound my legs around his hips, trying to get him in deeper. Something was coming. I felt it.
When it took me, I screamed, arching my back as spasms of ecstasy splintered inside me. Jake thrust a few more times before roaring out his own climax. Was there anything as spectacular as seeing a man’s muscles defined and shining in the throes of orgasm? I didn’t think so.
When he collapsed heavily on top of me, I let out a woof of air. Hastily, he lifted himself off me a little.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “Heavy.”
I grinned like a lunatic and pulled him back down. Wanting his heaviness. Wanting to feel him touching me all over, inside and out.
His damp face rested beside mine on the pillow. Exhaustion was etched in every line of his face. Yet there was a softness too, a youthfulness that had been missing until now.
Reaching up, I stroked his bristly cheek with my fingers. “I’ll get the hang of it. Next time I’ll do better.”
He groaned and bit my earlobe. “If this gets better I’ll die of a heart attack. That’ll please Squib. Me dying of a heart attack.”
“You... You thought that was good?” I asked in surprise.
With all the stopping and starting, and me ruining the mood with my control-freak ways, I was sure it couldn’t have been as good for him as it had been for me.
Jake bit my ear again. “No, I didn’t think it was good. Honestly woman, when are you going to stop with the insecurities? It was brilliant. Didn’t I say that?” He sounded as if he was amused and annoyed at the same time.
He had said something like that when he first entered me but...
I shut my mouth and didn’t ask for more clarification. Talk about a mood spoiler. So I accepted it had been good for him and revelled in the afterglow. Sex with Jake was incredible.
After a while he pulled out and went to deal with the condom. When he returned to the bed, naked and gorgeous, I couldn’t help smiling. He looked done in, but in a good way.
He held out his hand to me, and I took it without knowing what was going on. Without a word, he guided me across the hall and into the bathroom, where he washed between my legs with a wet flannel. I was tender, and there was blood on the cloth when he removed it.
Once done, he went to pick me up, but then thought better of it.
“I’m knackered. And before you start thinking this has summat to do with you being fat, it doesn’t. I’m knackered, is all. All right?”
I nodded and let him lead me to my bedroom. I thought he was leaving me in my room and going back to his, but once he helped me into bed he climbed in after me.
“My sheets are wet from the shower,” he explained sleepily. “Can’t have you catchin’ cold.”
I couldn’t help grinning. He was taking care of me yet again.
As I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that this had been the worst day and the very best day of my life. And if it had taken the one to get to the other, then it was worth it.
Chapter Sixteen
I woke sometime in the afternoon to find a heavy arm across my naked body and hot breath against the back of my neck. It took a moment to remember what I was doing in this unusual position. When it hit me, and all the memories of my first experience with love-making flooded back, I felt caught between vulnerability and pleasure.
“What’s going through that head of yours, princess? You’ve stiffened up like a board,” said a gravelly voice against the back of my neck.
A warm kiss fell on my nap and the pleasure of it seemed disproportionate to the caress. I almost came apart at the sensation.
A warm hand cupped my breast and kneaded it gently. Pressing back into him, I moaned.
“That’s better. Now I know what’s going through your mind. The same thing that’s goin’ through mine. But are you sore?”
I knew what he meant, so I focused my attention on that part of me. There was a delicious soreness between my legs but nothing too bad.
“I’m fine. Do you want to try again?” I asked hopefully.
He laughed. “So you can make it better this time?”
I pouted, even though he couldn’t see me from where he was behind me. We were spooning, I realised. Honest-to-God spooning! This really was just like a Romance novel!
In the next moment, that thought evaporated as Jake swung out of bed. “Enough of that. I don’t want to hurt you. And I’m starving and need to give Jase a call to get an update.”
The real world invaded my bedroom with a thump. An update on my kidnappers. Oh, right. How could I have forgotten?
My stomach grumbled in sympathy. I too was hungry it seemed. Nothing like a kidnapping and some mindboggling sex to make you crave calories.
Turning over, I groaned in pain. Every muscle complained, especially my inner thigh muscles. That must have been all that leg spreading and clinging to Jake’s hips I was doing. I blushed at the memory of it.
“Stop that!” he demanded shaking his finger at me. “You’re blushing. Which means you’re thinking about what we did. And if I start thinking about that, while seeing you lying there naked and looking so well-fucked, I’ll be getting back into that bed again.”
I pulled up the sheet to cover my face. His laugh had me smiling under the sheet.
I felt his weight come down on the mattress again, and the sheet was pulled from my hands. His mouth was on mine in an instant, hot and wet and demanding. I moaned into it and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
The insistent ringing of the landline pulled us back from the brink. Grumbling, Jake sprang to his feet and raced down the stairs. It amazed me how unfazed he was by his own nakedness. I would never think about running around the house, empty as it may be of people, living people.
That thought had me imagining Daphne enjoying the eye-candy. Gritting my teeth, I climbed stiffly to my feet and headed for my dressing gown and then the bathroom. I may have let Jake walk me around naked earlier in the day, but now I’d realised Squib could appear at any moment and say something to spoil my happy bubble, I wasn’t willing to risk it.
By the time I was dressed and running a brush through my still-damp hair, Jake was back.
“The bloody bastards have disappeared into thin air. They’ve done a house-to-house search of all the Watkins’ properties in and around town but there’s no sign of any of ‘em.” He swore a blue-streak, and I fought the urge to cover my ears.
“They’ll be planning their hunt. I really don’t think it matters if the police find them. I think they’ll get their just deserts when they try to capture the dragon,” I offered, trying to appease him.
He grumbled and headed for his bedroom. “I’ll get dressed and make us some food. Daphne whistled at me, so I guess I better cover up.”
I laughed. “She’ll be disappointed if you do.”
“But will you?”
I shrugged. “I like the view, but I don’t like the idea of Daphne seeing you naked. Call me a jealous idiot, but that’s how I feel.”
Jake came back to wrap me in his very naked arms and kiss my lips. “I find I like that you want to keep me all to yourself. I must be going as crazy as Watkins.”
I kissed him back. “But in a far nicer way. You haven’t kidnapped me once.”
He dropped a kiss to my nose. “It doesn’t take much to win you over, does it? Just don’t knock you out, throw you in the back of a van, and tie you to a chair, and you’re good with anything else I might do.”
I pulled a face. “Not quite. I did stop you going down on me.”
He grinned an
d shook his head. “That you say that so easily and yet blush at the thought of it, is such a turn-on, Firecracker.”
“Don’t call me that!” I exclaimed, hitting him on the arm. Yelping, I cradled my hurt hand in my other one. His naked, muscular arm was as hard as rock.
He kissed my lips again, before trotting away, giving me a very nice view from behind as he did so.
In the kitchen a little later, Daphne popped in looking shame-faced and guilty. I knew what this was about.
“You shouldn’t be checking out Jake,” I reprimanded her.
“I know, I know. I’ve already had an ear-full from Squib. That man has become very possessive all of a sudden. I told him I was only looking. No one would blame me. Well, other than you, of course. He was running around the place naked, after all.”
“I forget we aren’t alone here until one or other of you says something. Had I known you were around, I would’ve covered up,” Jake said, folding the omelette he was cooking.
“You are getting boring, Jake. Where’s the bad boy I adore,” she threw back at him impishly.
“Domesticated. Can’t you see?” He held up the frying pan.
“I see, but a man who can cook is never boring. Food is an aphrodisiac, don’t you know?”
“Yorkshire pud sure is for Jake,” Squib said, popping in at Daphne’s side.
Jake growled a warning.
“No insult intended. You like Yorkshires, remember?” Squib said hastily, a pleasant smile on his face.
He was still in a good mood. It was quite a change from the old Squib.
“Much better than French fries, that’s for sure. I like the explosive Yorkshires best,” Jake said smugly. “The melt in your mouth kind.”
My cheeks burned, and I made myself busy setting the table. Daphne shrieked with laughter.
“She is a little loud, isn’t she?” Daphne said, wriggling her eyebrows. “Loud enough to wake the dead.”
