Denby shrugged. No, that was probably true. She had met some good, hardworking men on her travels.
“Are you hungry, Denby Dumaresq?”
Starving. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten. “Why?”
“Are you always this suspicious?”
She shrugged. “Pretty much.” It was her method of survival.
Sirius laughed, his eyes shining with amusement. “You make no attempt to hide your thoughts do you?”
Surface, inconsequential thoughts that could be thrown away? No. Her real, deep thoughts? They were well and truly hidden. “I’ve learned life is too short.”
“Had a tough time?”
Denby didn’t want to tell this stranger her life story. But she was hungry and she had made up her mind to take a punt on him. Hunger made snap decisions seem logical “Are you buying?” What little money she had she was going to try and conserve until she got another job.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then I’m hungry.”
* * * * *
Five hours later they were at a small hotel, in bed, and naked. It started off so simply. After a large meal, Denby inhaled in a less than ladylike way, they had talked for a long time over coffee.
Sirius made her feel at ease. There was no pressure. She relaxed to the point of sleepiness.
“Tired?”
Denby yawned. “Yeah.” Dragging a busted ankle around was taking its toll on her.
“Been sleeping much?” He sounded like he doubted it.
“One eye on the door sleeping.” The pub had been a less than conducive place for slumber with its flimsy door locks. But that was okay. She had learned to survive on very little sleep.
Sirius raised his brow in concern. “What? Where do you live?”
“Nowhere and everywhere.” She was indeed the type of woman the Committee was trying to get rid of. “Anyway, I’ll be fine back at the bus station.” Denby was an old hand at sleeping on waiting room chairs. The bus. Her escape route. Any possible bus she had been planning to take was forgotten while talking to Sirius. She had to get back to her plan.
“I know a quiet place,” he began.
She arched her eyebrow. While she was sexually inexperienced, Denby had been around enough to know what men wanted. “So you paid for dinner and now you expect sex?” He didn’t look the type but then looks were deceiving. He probably thought she was easy after picking her up at the bus station. She was anything but. I’m damn difficult.
He smiled. “If you want or I was thinking you may just need to sleep. I can see you’re exhausted.”
Oh, that smile. There had been no alcohol at dinner. There didn’t need to be. The man was intoxicating enough. “What’s the catch?” There always was one.
“Does there have to be one?”
“Pretty much always works that way.” While Denby had met some good hearted souls in her travels, there were a lot who weren’t and they were the ones she learned the greatest life lessons from.
“You don’t trust anyone do you?”
Denby smiled at him. If felt good to do that. She hadn’t had a lot to smile about. “Trust is speculative.”
Sirius leaned in and placed his hand on hers. “Someone hurt you very badly didn’t they?”
It was his soft touch and the kindness in his voice that made her want to cry and Denby couldn’t remember the last time, if she ever had, cried. “I’m just—”
“Wounded and very careful.”
Yes.
“I don’t want you for sex, Denby.”
Right. Well. Whatever. That was a smack to her pride.
“I only ever make love to willing women.”
Wow. He was either the nicest man or the biggest bullshit artist. “Where is this place?” Sleep she could use. Sex? She was too damn tired to be ‘willing’.
* * * * *
How she got naked was pretty simple. Sirius took her to an old fashioned, clean hotel where the owners were an elderly couple and very welcoming. She felt instantly safe at their kind questions and concern. Once upstairs, she had eyed the bathroom hungrily. To have a long hot shower and wash her hair was worth more than gold at that moment.
Sirius smiled. “Go on. Use it.”
“Thank you for this.” If she trusted him and herself enough she would have hugged him. But she didn’t. She limped towards the bathroom, wondering when the last time was she had hugged, let alone touched, someone. Probably never.
“My pleasure.”
She turned back to him. He was watching her. “Are you going to leave?”
“I will once I know you’re out of the shower.” Sirius pointed to her foot. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Who are you?” Nice was not a word Denby thought to apply to anyone. But this man? He was all that and more.
“Just a man.”
Ten minutes later, when she slipped on the tiles and fell on her ass, howling out at the pain in her ankle, he had rushed in to help her.
“Get out!” Denby was on her hands and knees trying to get up. The water was cascading down her back and her hair was plastered wetly to her skin. She was trying to get up but there was nothing solid to hold on to.
“Why? Because you’re naked?” he asked, opening the glass shower door.
“Yes.”
“No problem.” Sirius stepped back and started stripping off his clothes.
Denby was agog as he ripped his shirt off over his head. “What the hell?”
“I’m making you feel more comfortable.” His hand yanked down the zip of his jeans.
She swallowed hard as his long, thick dick appeared. “Ahhh…um…er—” Where to look? At his chest where she saw soft, dark curls that made her want to reach out her fingers to slide through them? Or to his hard, muscular thighs that were the perfect showcase for an erection which would be madness not to wonder about. “Oh jeez…”
Sirius smiled as he kicked the last of his clothes away. “You’re cute.” He dropped to a squat before her, his hands going around her waist.
Denby’s gaze locked on his to avoid the dick aimed proudly at her. “I’m pretty heavy.” I really want to touch that. I bet it’s heavy too.
“I’m pretty strong,” Sirius responded with a grin.
“Yes you are.” Her hands went to his shoulders. As he lifted her up to stand against him, it felt amazing to have his hot, now wet, flesh touching hers. And when his dick pressed against her stomach? Her face wet red — not due to embarrassment but because she wanted to feel more of it.
Nope, I’ve never touched anyone before. This moment confirmed it. This she would have remembered. “T-t-thanks.”
“You’re very beautiful.” He pushed back a wet strand of hair from her face.
“Am I?” Logic dictated she stepped back from him. Reality was she didn’t want to. “Er, well, you should go.”
“Why?” His lips moved in close to hers.
She could feel his warm breath on her face. “Because.”
“Because what?” His hands slid lower down her back, pulling her closer to him.
Oh boy. “You said you didn’t want sex.”
“No, I said I only ever make love to a willing woman.” His hands slid down to cup her ass. “Are you willing, Denby Dumaresq?”
Oh hell yes. “We don’t know each other.”
“Then let’s work on that.” He leaned in and kissed one corner of her mouth.
She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. She had been given the odd kiss before. But this? Oh boy, I wanna do something dumb. “The thing is—”
“Yes?”
Denby swallowed hard and opened her eyes. “I’ve never—”
“On the first date?”
“This isn’t really a date. You picked me up at the bus stop.”
“Still a date,” he murmured kissing the other side of her mouth.
Denby closed her eyes once more and, for a moment, allowed herself to take in the wonder of thi
s man, his mouth, hands and body. It was everything she dreamed sex was. That she was even naked, plastered to a man she barely knew was amazing to her, because Denby never let anyone in close to her. But Sirius? She wasn’t sure if she was beguiled, seduced or drugged on the masculinity of the man. “Er—”
“Er?” He repeated as a husky whisper against her lips.
She inhaled his breath and sighed. I want him. I want to trust him. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “The thing is—”
“Yes?” One strong hand rose to cup her chin.
“Um, well, you see, I’ve never had sex before.” She felt the sudden tight surprise in his body against hers. Was he freaked out or appalled?
“Seriously?” He pulled back from her.
Denby missed the sudden lack of heat. “Yeah, I know it’s weird.”
“No, it’s—”
“Stupid, pathetic and dumb and—”
Sirius smiled at her and tweaked her nose. “It’s cute and sweet.”
Was that a good thing? Was he still interested? The dick jabbing into her stomach appeared to suggest he was but then did those things deflate easily? She looked down as their bodies parted. The pink, full head looked eager. Denby had an urge to touch it.
Sirius stepped back and held up his hands. “If you touch my eager friend, I’ll lose control.” He moved over to the bed and sat down.
“Really?” She liked the sound of that. The few steamy romances she had read, they always had the heroine being ravaged by the hero because to do anything else would have been beyond him.
“Oh yeah. The need to touch, taste and be inside you is driving me a little crazy.”
Nice. “So, what now?” She was naked. He was interested. She wanted to touch stuff. A lot.
“We talk,” Sirius responded, his gaze on hers. “I take it a lack of sex equals a lack of trust?”
“Yeah.” Denby was intrigued how his dick remained defiantly upright as if waiting for a decision to be made that it wanted to be a part of. Pick me! Pick me!
“Not every man is a lying, cheating bastard out to hurt you.”
“No, probably not.” Weirdly, she felt no need to cover her body up. He had seen it. She didn’t feel any threat from him.
“You’re sweet.”
She shook her head. “I’m anything but.” Life had taken the sweetness out of her.
He patted the bed, motioning for her to sit beside him.
Denby raised one eyebrow. “I thought you were trying to control yourself?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No.” Denby was experienced enough in life to know that sometimes the right people were thrown into your path to teach you something. She walked over and sat down on the bed.
Sirius picked up her hand and enfolded it in his. “And yeah, you’re sweet. You act all tough but I see through it.”
“To what?” Here they were, two naked strangers, having a moment neither awkward nor unpleasant.
“You.”
“There’s not much to see, apart from the whole naked thing which we’re both skillfully avoiding at the moment.”
He grinned. “I’m not avoiding it. I’m just biding my time.”
“Oh…” That she hadn’t expected. Biding his time? To do what? What do I want from this man?
One hand dropped down onto her thigh. Denby caught her breath as his fingers trailed lightly over her skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Denby Dumaresq, with beautiful red hair, alabaster skin—”
“Steel capped boots designed to kick a man to death,” she added cynically, interrupting him.
“They come off and the softness is revealed.” His gaze lifted to hers. “I’m a simple man in awe of a lovely woman.”
Her eyes were wide with surprise. “In awe? Of me?”
“Yes, because you make me feel both powerful and powerless. I want to take you but I’m scared of hurting you.”
At the moment, Denby knew in her heart this was the man she wanted. Virginity wasn’t about religious beliefs or finding ‘the one.’ It was about truth and the strength of another’s soul that spoke to you. “You won’t hurt me.” She knew that. She had been hurt by experts. He wasn’t one of them.
Decision made. She felt free for the first time in her life.
“How do you know?”
“I just do.” She didn’t expect hearts, flowers or promises of forever. She just wanted this man for now. I need him. He’s my now. My forever? I’ll worry about that later if it happens.
“Denby?” Sirius’s hand moved up her leg to rest against the red curls between her legs
“Yes?” She moved her legs apart. She was breathless with the need to have this man touch her where no one else had. It was dirty yet divine.
“Thank you.” He pulled away from her and moved up the bed, to sit up, facing her with his arms open. “Come here.”
Her ankle hurt. She was in a hotel room with a naked stranger. She was naked. None of it made sense yet Denby scooted up the bed towards him. There, he pulled her into a tight embrace, so tight she couldn’t move. Not that she wanted to. It felt good with his hands massaging her back, keeping her close against him.
“Relaxed?” Sirius murmured against her ear.
Was the man mad? She was like a coiled up spring wanted to explode with pent up need. “Oh, hell no. You?”
“I want this to be good for you.”
He sounded like he meant it and that was one more tick in his favor. “That’s sweet but I want—”
Was it ladylike to ask for dick? Have I ever been a lady? Hmmm.
“What?”
“That.” She pointed to the turgid shaft hard and high against his stomach.
Sirius smiled. “My dick?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “Not the shy virginal request I expected.”
“I’ve never been shy and I know what I want.”
“And it’s me?”
“Yes.” At the moment it was. She was going to take an hour or so out of her tense, tedious life and do something that didn’t require the need to make money or hide from someone.
“Then by all means take me, madam.” Sirius lay back and waited for her next move.
Denby had seen naked men before. Hell, she worked in hotels as a chambermaid where every second door opened presented her with a naked guest wanting some action. They got it. She didn’t clean their rooms. Naked was not new to her. Sirius naked? Lovely. She’d clean his room any day.
“What are you thinking?”
Multiple erections and room cleaning didn’t sound sexy. “I’m thinking I should be coy—”
“But?”
“I really want this.” She reached and took a firm hold on his dick. It was hard yet soft skinned on the outside. Denby ran her hand up and down the shaft, feeling the heat and the veins throb under her hand. She lifted her eyes to his and saw the need there.
“What do you plan to do with it?”
“I have the urge to suck your dick.” The words sounded dirty, perfect and doable. “May I?” Her hand continued to caress him.
“Could I stop you? Would I want to?”
They both knew the answer was no. Denby leaned forward, opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his dick inside. As the flesh touched her tongue, she heard him groan. A sensation of power surged through her when she realized this man was in her control. Denby liked it. She took advantage of the moment and licked, sucked and toyed with the dick in her mouth.
Sirius groaned, his fingers threading in her hair. “Denby—”
“What?” The word came out garbled as her mouth was full of his dick and she was reluctant to stop toying with the flesh. It was fun. In her defense, Denby hadn’t had fun in ages.
“Stop.”
She looked up at him in surprise.
“Oh, darling, you look so hot right now,” Sirius growled, gently pushing her head back. “But I believe in fair play.”
The next thing she knew, his
dick slid from her mouth and she was being pushed backwards and Sirius was on her, lifting her legs up over his shoulders, his mouth descending on clit.
She screamed. He laughed. She waited for someone to rush to the door and see if she was all right. The honest answer? It was beyond all right. It was amazing. His mouth devoured her tender, pink flesh like she was a feast he had been starving for.
“O-o-oh-g-g-god…” It was eyes rolling back into your head-chocolate-cherry-cheesecake-good.
And then he stopped. She whimpered and looked at him.
“We have a problem.”
Who cares? Take me. Eat me. Fuck me. “What?”
“No condom.”
Damn it. That was right. The Jacobson Committee had outlawed their use because women were supposed to get pregnant. It was their job. Absolute wankers. Undoubtedly they came in their own lily white hands.
“I can come on the sheets.”
Ewww. That didn’t seem right to Denby. If she was going to have sex, she wanted all of it.
“Chances are I’ll probably never have sex again…”
“So, you think.” Sirius looked like he didn’t believe that for a second.
“Oh, I know. You’re a blow-in into my life. It’s unlikely we’ll see each other again.” That’s the way life was. Denby rarely came across the same people more than once. She was realistic. Him and her? Chances are, never again. Chance to pass up all that was on offer? Nope. “It’s okay.” She could see the confusion in his eyes. “Come inside me.” It wasn’t politically correct but then Denby wasn’t herself. “Look, my periods are as erratic as my life. I rarely have them so I know won’t get pregnant. And right now, I must insist on your dick inside me.” She spread her legs wide. She never thought a vagina was particularly attractive but the way he was looking at it made her feel powerful.
“Come inside me and cum inside me.”
“Bloody hell.” Sirius ran a tense hand through his hair. “It’ll hurt—”
“In. Now.” Denby wanted this. She needed it. Not because she was desperate but she wanted to connect with someone she sensed was a kindred soul if only for a moment. And then the moment was there. Sirius was on her and in her before she could think. His dick drove up inside her so fast, she forgot to breathe for a moment as she held on to him and urged him on. There was pain but it didn’t matter. This was life and she needed to feel it, live it and taste it regardless of the consequences.
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