Finger Bang

by Jade C. Jamison

“You okay?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, fine.” She heard the anxiety in her voice and hoped he couldn’t hear it too. Surely, he didn’t know her well enough to be able to distinguish that kind of emotion in her voice yet. His hand on her leg was gentle; he lifted his other leg enough that he was able to move his right foot over so his lower leg covered hers, holding it in place a little. Then he pulled on her left leg more. She wasn’t spread crazy wide, but she knew he’d no longer have any problems getting at her.

  As if to allay her fears, he moved slowly. She felt like he was treating her as though she were a deer in the woods, moving at a snail’s pace so as to avoid spooking her. Instead, it made her stomach tie itself in knots.

  Well, she was also beginning to find it a bit exciting.

  He began moving his left hand up her thigh and then…he was there. She felt her breaths come in shallow pants again, even though she doubted he could hear the change, and she felt the muscles of her pussy tighten.

  Oh. That was kind of cool.

  It wasn’t like she could help it anyway. It didn’t relax as his hand slid over to the side on top of her mound, and she felt his fingers slide down until he pulled her folds apart.

  She swallowed and opened her eyes, glancing down without moving her head. He was moving his other hand in for the kill, the right one that had the lube spread all over the index finger. She almost said something. He wasn’t wearing the glove he’d brought, but she really didn’t understand what that was all about anyway.

  She squeezed her eyes closed and she could feel the anticipation build inside her, waiting for his finger to touch her. God, why wouldn’t her heart slow down? Trying to force herself to relax as he’d requested, she let her head fall back against his shoulder. She heard him whisper, “That’s it.”

  And then he slid his finger down her slit. Oh. Okay. Oh, yeah. So…that felt really nice. Yeah, she’d have no problems focusing on the sensations he was going to create. That felt spectacular.

  Another stroke. Oh, God, yeah. Yeah. Her last boyfriend had gone down on her a couple of times and it had felt nice, but he’d assaulted her with his tongue, and the sensations had been nice but overwhelming, and she hadn’t relaxed. No. She’d been quite tense, in spite of the good feelings.

  Blaze, though, he was taking it slow as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Another stroke, and she had plenty of time to think about it, enjoy it, let the music wash over her while she could take in a deep breath of air and relish what was going on.

  Okay, so maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe this was a fucking awesome idea, and she couldn’t wait to talk about it with her roommates. It was—

  “Mmm.”

  Holy shit. She’d just let a noise escape her mouth. Well, it wasn’t like she could have stopped it. It was feeling so damn—

  A gasp. Wow. What the hell was he doing? She didn’t want him to stop. It was amazing. Each time his finger moved up and down over her, she could tell now that something was imminent. If he kept doing it, something was going to happen. She was building to something that was going to blow her mind, that much she knew now, and she wouldn’t have wanted him to quit for anything.

  That was when she felt his warm lips on her neck, kissing her. Somehow he knew what to do to make her feel incredible, because his lips just added to whatever the hell he was doing below. Her breath was coming in gasps now, deep, hitting the bottom of her lungs as she drew each one in, and she could feel some weird connection between her clit and her brain. They were working in unison now and the world outside her house might have been burning down for all she knew and cared, because now her whole world was Blaze.

  No. Make that his finger.

  No. Not just his finger. His lips. His body cupping hers.

  And that climb, that delicious, tight climb up to somewhere unknown…

  Until she hit it. She fucking hit it. Holy shit.

  She almost laughed when she realized she’d said it out loud, but no. Another wave crashed over her as her thighs started to tremble, but Blaze kept up that slow stroke as her brain collapsed in on itself, flooding her head with some weird mix of chemicals, and she felt like she was being transported to paradise. Some part of her registered that she was crying aloud, saying only heaven knew what, but there was no stopping her. Then, as though they had a mind of their own, her hands moved from their safe spot on the tops of her thighs to behind her head, threading themselves through Blaze’s soft hair, and she pulled it into her fists.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it go.”

  Ordinarily, she would have closed herself off at that, but instead she just let herself ride the wave until she was able to let her whole body relax. Her chest was heaving, her breathing labored, her heart thudding as she felt her entire body let go of everything.

  It was then that she realized she had never had an orgasm before. Oh, hell, no. Nothing she’d ever done in bed had ever felt like the magic Blaze had just performed upon her. Not even close. She let out another breath and a sigh as she let her head roll to the side away from Blaze’s face. She had to, because if she didn’t, she was liable to make a fool out of herself. As it was, she could tell she was warm and flushed and she could feel a smile twitching just behind her lips. If she looked at Blaze, it would come out, all toothy and goofy, and she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. No, not yet. For now, she just wanted to bask in feeling the best she ever had in her whole damned life.

  Chapter Five

  SHIT. KAYLEE HAD just melted in his arms. He had expected success, but not this early and not this fucking over the top. It hadn’t taken long, and he had thought he’d encounter some resistance. After all, Kaylee had always seemed a bit icy and standoffish in the past. He thought he’d have to work a little harder to crack through that—not just by spending time with her and helping her do things to help her feel at ease, but he figured the actual deed would take longer too. Instead, once she’d relaxed and let him do his thing, she’d begun responding almost immediately.

  How the hell he’d managed to not get a raging hard on, he’d never know.

  No, that wasn’t true. He knew why. It was a conscious effort. He didn’t want to scare her off. Not now. Not after getting her here to this point, having the opportunity to make her feel like a sexual goddess. He suspected she didn’t get many opportunities to let go like she had in his arms, and that…yeah, that turned him on. But he couldn’t let go—not yet. Maybe not at all.

  Certainly not here, not now.

  “Feel good?”

  Her hands were out of his hair again (that had been killer). As she’d removed them, her fingertips had brushed against his neck, and all that had made him think was that he wanted her riding him. No, he couldn’t think that way. Not yet. “Mmm-hmm.”

  Ah. Definitely a good sign. Oh, fuck it. He couldn’t stop himself. He let his lips move to her neck again. He was going to try. She could tell him no, but until she did, he had to give it a shot.

  She sucked down another breath and didn’t say a word. He brought his lips to her ear. “I can make you feel even better.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He kissed her neck again. He could tell she liked it and he saw her chest rise and fall. He didn’t know if it was with fresh desire or if she was still coming down from the climax he’d helped her achieve, but he suspected it meant she wasn’t quite ready for bed yet.

  “Mmm. Okay.”

  Oh, shit. She was agreeing. Was it true, this girl—this woman—he’d put on a pedestal so long ago was agreeing to share her bed with him?

  He didn’t want to gross her out, so he wiped his finger on the side of his jeans before reaching over to cup her cheek in his hand so he could turn her head to face him. Her eyes were still closed and, if she’d even thought about that finger, she wasn’t letting it bother her. Maybe Kaylee wasn’t as prissy as he’d thought initially. He touched his lips to hers and gave into the raging boner that would no longer be denied when she parted her lips to let his tongue in. B
ut he wasn’t going to plunge. Instead, he touched it gently to her bottom lip first before easing it inside.

  And that kiss—it was everything he’d wanted it to be and more. He had admired Kaylee from a distance for a long time and had written her off as simply a lovely thing to be admired. She didn’t seem to date much, but she also hadn’t seemed interested. She’d had an aloof vibe around her, and he’d just figured she’d never have eyes for him. Tonight was turning out to be more than he’d ever hoped for.

  For that reason, part of him wanted to move slowly, walk on eggshells, take his time, but the rest of him knew something else—they’d broken through an awkward barrier. Besides, she was already revved up and raring to go. He simply had to fulfill his promise to make her feel even better the second time.

  He knew he could do that, so he wasn’t going to pussyfoot around. When the kiss ended, he said, “Why don’t we move to a more comfortable spot?”

  She opened her eyes and nodded. Wow. Those beautiful eyes. He could see the arousal in them—they were dark and desirous, and he’d never thought he would see them that way. His cock throbbed with impatience. He had to fully taste her…but his cock would have to wait. She might be willing and she might want him, but that didn’t mean he could just tear the rest of her clothes off and plunge in. Kaylee still seemed to him to be the kind of woman who would need a little finesse. “Yeah, okay.”

  He was going to try to help her up but couldn’t figure out how. She was getting up on her own, but he could tell, in spite of the shadows in the room, that she was shy about the naked part of her body. So before he even stood, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Maybe taking some of his own clothes off would make her feel less vulnerable.

  He faced her in the semidarkness of the room. God, she was stunning, her soft brown hair framing her pale but flushed face, her green eyes wide. He could tell she wanted to look at him, and he would have been perfectly fine with it. He was no body builder, but he had no shame about his body. The few tattoos on his chest and upper arms hadn’t been put there to cover up.

  But she kept her eyes focused on his, and because he wanted her to feel reassured, his eyes never strayed from hers. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and drew her lips to his. The first kiss hadn’t been enough. He wanted more, so much more. Already, he wanted to be her every thought, her every wish, and he knew it was a stupid idea. Had he grown to care about her over the past two years more than he’d thought?

  It didn’t matter. Tonight might be all they had, and he was going to make it the most special night she’d ever had.

  She pressed her hands on his flesh, on his abdomen, palms flat against his belly, and he felt his muscles grow taut. He hadn’t expected himself to enjoy her touch so much, but he did, probably because he’d never thought he’d be in this position in a million years.

  Focus, man. He was losing it. He wasn’t going to keep her enamored if he kept letting his mind wander. When their kiss ended, her eyes connected with his. She looked a little shy, glancing down at his lips and then chancing another look in his eyes, a twinkle in hers. She stepped back and took one of his hands in her smaller ones so she could lead him elsewhere.

  He would have been fine with the couch, but her bedroom? That told him more. Trust? Maybe. A need to be closer? Definitely. That she was already sated likely had something to do with it as well. It was easier to think rationally when a person wasn’t out of his mind with desire. And she herself had admitted that he’d made her feel good. He knew she hadn’t been faking it. He knew it was easy enough for women to fake an orgasm when a guy’s cock was inside her and he was having the time of his life, but he was no fool. He could tell by the way Kaylee’s entire body had responded that she hadn’t been pretending tonight.

  He wanted to give her an encore performance.

  When they got to her bedroom, she didn’t turn the light on. Goddamn. That sucked. He really wanted to see her. For now, though, she was feeling bashful, and he’d give her a while to adjust. So he kissed her again, a deep, slow kiss, one that he could tell left her breathless.

  Jesus, he loved the way her fingers felt on his back, and she felt almost desperate, the way her nails grazed against the skin as though she was trying not to dig but she couldn’t help herself. He kissed her for a few minutes, relishing the way she responded, the way she tasted, but then he moved to her neck while his fingers started unbuttoning the pink blouse covering her flesh.

  He could hear her breathing speeding up again as she gave in to her deepest desires. When he was done with the buttons, he pulled the blouse off her shoulders, following the fabric with his lips down her shoulder. She sighed then, and he couldn’t tell if it was a sound of satisfaction or impatience. He considered telling her he wanted to see her, but he decided not to say a word. Instead, he looked back toward the doorway and took two steps, flipping the switch up. She started to talk and he pressed his index finger up to her lips. She did his bidding, no longer trying to say anything while his gaze raked down the front of her body.

  Holy shit, she was incredible. What made her even more lovely was the fact that she seemed completely unaware of how gorgeous she really was. That creamy skin and curvy body. Great tits. He couldn’t wait to see what they looked like close up, but he’d have to remove the white bra that was hugging them. She had slim hips and she wasn’t shaved but she was trimmed. She acted like she wanted to cover herself but she resisted. And he caught her finally looking at him too, causing his cock to swell all over again.

  “Goddamn, Kaylee, you are beautiful.” She blushed and smiled slightly, letting him reach around her back so he could unclasp her bra. When he got it undone, he pulled it forward so he could take it off her breasts.

  And there they were. Big, beautiful, the areolas a light brown, making her pale skin seem all the more striking. He couldn’t help himself any longer and he cupped them both, bringing his lips to kiss the top of one while his fingertips touched the nipples gently. He heard her draw air sharply into her lungs, letting him know she was okay with what he was doing. Oh, he wasn’t done with them yet, but he wanted to help alleviate any other fears she might have.

  Pulling the wallet out of his back pocket, he threw it on the bed and unzipped his jeans. He would have loved having her do it so he could feel the sensation of the zipper vibrating in front of his aching cock while she prepared to unleash it, but he sensed her hesitation, her shyness, and knew he’d have to wait for that another time. What made it okay was that she couldn’t take her eyes away from what he was doing. That was good. She was fascinated and wanted to see him. He’d be happy enough with that.

  He’d already removed his shoes and socks in the living room before starting the OM, just as all the literature he’d read had advised him to, so he didn’t have to fuck around with that stuff. He pulled his jeans down and off his legs and then his feet, and then he looked at her, grinning, but she wasn’t looking in his eyes. God, that was hot, that she wanted to see him. Well, she practically could already, because his cock was straining against the black boxer briefs that normally hugged his ass. Now, though, they were squeezing it because his cock was stretching them to the limit.

  He took a deep breath and pulled them off, over his erection, and down his legs. Her eyes remained glued to him and if he hadn’t been so goddamned horny, he might have smirked. Instead, he took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. His cock was jabbing her now, and he hoped she found it exciting rather than intimidating. She was kissing him back, lost in the moment, so he was sure she was doing fine.

  He urged her onto the bed and picked up his wallet, feeling inside for the familiar square that would indicate a condom. He found it and dropped the wallet, then ripped open the package. He set the wrapper on her nightstand and rolled the condom over his erection, and then he got on the bed, hovering over Kaylee, kissing her hard on the mouth again. All he wanted to do now was plunge in her, get lost in her, and he could no longer form rational thoughts. The condom would
help him maintain control until it was time. In spite of his uncontrollable animal desire, the back of his mind knew he needed to take it slowly, to refrain from just pounding into her. He was insane with need by now, but he still had the wherewithal to maintain himself. Sure, she hadn’t been ready the first time and he’d managed to bring her to orgasm anyway, but this time he needed to make sure she was primed. He understood how important foreplay was, and, yeah, he’d had girlfriends who hadn’t always needed attention in that way, but the first time was always the most important. So he took his time and did it right. He gave her breasts the attention he’d wanted to earlier, licking the peaks of each one, swirling his tongue around each areola until it felt as hard as stone, flicking against the nipple until she was holding his hair in her fists as though it was her lifeline. Then he kissed a trail down her belly but let his finger run ahead of his lips. He wasn’t going to go down on her, not this time. They’d save that adventure for another day. He did want to test the waters, though, and he slid his finger down her slit once more. Oh, God, she was ready. With the angle earlier and the lube, he hadn’t been able to tell, although her response had made it evident, but now there was no mistaking how wet she was. She shuddered at his touch, and he kissed back up her body again. She was ready and waiting.

  He looked down on her, her chest heaving with desire, her eyes full of need. She was, in that moment, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen before. He didn’t want anyone else, only Kaylee, and he felt his blood pressure spike when she wrapped her legs around him, tilting her pelvis, inviting him to bury himself inside her.

  So he did…and he would have sworn he could see stars.

  While he pumped inside her, relishing the sensation of her tight pussy hugging his cock, he touched her clit with his finger again, hoping to give her an even better orgasm than she’d experienced earlier. She felt so fucking good that it was hard holding back, but he didn’t want to come until she hit the top again. And when she cried out, he was finally able to let go, and that’s when he felt like he just might lose his mind. Pure heaven, that’s what she was, and he didn’t know that he’d ever felt quite like this.