The Big O Series

by M. S. Parker

  “It’s okay,” he said again, his hand now resting flat on my upper thigh. “We can stop anytime you want.”

  I want…

  That was the scared part of me that wanted to shout. The words were even boiling up my throat.

  But a bigger part of me needed to fight those words back, and I swallowed hard against them, forcing them back down my throat, locking them away where they wouldn’t spill out the moment I opened my mouth.

  “I’m scared,” I whispered.

  “I know.” He cupped my cheek again and brought our mouths together. The soft, sweet kiss was seductive, and before I knew it, I was leaning into him, my arms around his neck, my knees hugging his thighs. When he broke away, I tried to follow, but he held me back just the slightest, gripping my upper arms. “Look at me, Raye.”

  I blinked my eyes and focused on his face, hunger and want humming in my veins in a way I’d never felt before.

  “We can stop whenever you want,” he said again. “But if you trust me, I’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

  I told him yes.

  I barely remembered doing it, hardly believed that low, throaty-sounding voice was mine, but I told him yes, and he’d picked me up.

  Now, I was lying on the couch, half on top of him. He had one hand on my ass and the other cupped the back of my neck.

  I moaned against him as the hand on my ass moved to my hip, and he began to drag me up and down against his erection, eliciting an entirely new series of reactions. I shuddered at the feel, going a little wild when he pulsed against me.

  He muttered something under his breath, then pulled back.

  “I want to take you to my bed, okay?”

  I blinked at him, the words not making sense.

  Crooking a grin at me, Kane said, “Let me take you to bed. I want you naked, and I want to do things to you, but I can’t out here. There’s no room.”

  I had no idea what he meant, but if he kept making me feel like this, he could take me to the moon, and I wouldn’t mind.

  “Okay,” I whispered against his mouth.

  He sat up, holding me against him like I weighed nothing.

  In a series of quick movements that had the world swirling around me, he carried me into another room. This one was dark, and panic filled me. “Lights?” I whispered.

  He let go of me, one hand reaching out to the table by the bed and a soft, pale gold filled the room.

  “Better?” he asked as he laid me down on the bed.

  I nodded, bracing myself as he knelt between my thighs. He’d come down on top of me now, and I wasn’t sure if I could take it. He read something on my face and laid a hand on my calf. “We stop when you say stop,” he told me.

  I nodded, still nervous.

  He gave me that same, lopsided smile and reached for the waistband of my jeans. “Can we take these off?”

  “Yeah. I guess.”

  He peeled the jeans away but left my panties on. I was glad I’d put on one of the pretty lingerie sets I’d bought from work as I lay in front of him. The silk and lace set was steel blue, and while the bra wasn’t a push-up, it made the most of my curves.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said in a gruff voice, laying a hand on my thigh and stroking down.

  I wanted to tell him thank you, but I was shaking hard and didn’t want the words to come out a wobble.

  He moved, and I tensed even more, even as I tried to force my body to relax. He did lay down – but not on me. He sprawled between my thighs and pressed a kiss to my belly button as he toyed with the lacy waistband of my panties. “So pretty,” he murmured.

  I lay like a stick under him, and he was telling me how pretty I was. He had to notice I was about as receptive as a doormat.

  Not normal, not normal, I shrieked mentally.

  But if he noticed, he acted otherwise. He eased lower, rubbing his lips over my belly.

  I shivered.

  He had to notice!

  But he just continued to kiss and stroke and rub his way down until he was nuzzling me through my panties.

  “Raye?” he whispered.

  “Y-y-yes?”

  “I want to eat you up,” he muttered.

  My mind went blank. Eat me…?

  “Can I eat your pussy?” he asked.

  It was a shocking question, and one that managed to shock the tension right out of me. I went lax as I tried furiously to figure out how to answer that question, but my body had already figured it out and knew the answer. While I was still confused and thinking, my hips were lifting toward him, and he didn’t wait for any other answer.

  His mouth touched me through the silk and lace, and a startled cry escaped me.

  “Raye?”

  “I…” Sucking in a breath, I closed my eyes.

  “Should I stop?” he asked.

  “No!” I shoved my hips toward him again, my body taking over once more.

  He pressed his mouth more firmly against me – and this time, my panties weren’t in the way. He’d moved them, and I felt his tongue licking inside me, around me…he sucked on my clitoris, that mysterious spot that magazines kept saying could make me fly, but I’d never flown, not even once.

  Until now.

  He sucked on me, and I went straight up into the stratosphere, like somebody had put me on a rocket. It was the sweetest, most unexpected thing I’d ever experienced.

  Then, while I was adjusting to that sensation, he pushed two fingers inside me.

  It sent me straight to the moon.

  I wailed out his name, and without thinking, reached down and twined my fingers in his hair, arching and moving against his mouth as he did exactly what he’d asked me permission for – he feasted.

  He wasn’t quiet or delicate about it, either.

  He made noise, grunting and groaning, talking to me and telling me how he loved my taste, urging me to ride his mouth, fuck his face and his hand.

  Every dirty word urged me on, and I found myself doing exactly what he’d said – fucking his face, fucking his hand, begging him for more until the pleasure inside me was so intense, I couldn’t talk for it. I was barely able to make weak, mewling sounds as I begged him with my body and hands.

  He thrust and twisted his fingers, curling them inside and sucking on my clit. Then it was happening – I felt that tightening sensation in me, felt it squeezing me, squeezing him, and I was coming.

  Lights exploded in front of my eyes as a raw, savage sort of fury and bliss blasted through me, rolling through my body in wave after wave.

  I thought it just might kill me.

  Sixteen

  Kane

  My heart raced, and my cock pounded like a bad tooth, but lying between Raye’s thighs with my cheek on her belly, I felt better than I had in…hell. A long time. Even though I was probably going to get myself off in the shower – several times over – I felt almost stupid, I was so content.

  Bringing Raye to orgasm had been one of the sweetest things I’d ever done, and I didn’t even mind how goofy that sounded.

  She stirred underneath me, and I shifted away immediately, not wanting her to feel trapped.

  I had no idea who’d hurt her or scared her, but if I ever found him, I was going to rearrange his insides – via his throat.

  As I stretched out on the bed next to her, she rolled onto her side and pushed up onto her elbow, staring at me with wide, dazed eyes.

  “Still scared?” I asked, cupping her cheek.

  She didn’t answer, though. She swallowed, the color fading from her cheeks as she looked down at me.

  I was about to ask her what was wrong when she laid a hand on my cock.

  I almost came off the bed. Shit, if she’d done much more than touch me, I might have fucking come.

  As it was, I was hard-pressed not to arch into her touch. Gritting my teeth, I lay there as she unzipped my jeans and freed the button, struggling with both tasks. She wouldn’t look at me either.

  I might have att
ributed it to shyness, except her entire body was trembling.

  I felt her shaking like a leaf against me, and it wasn’t until she went to duck her head that I understood just what it was that had her so freaked out.

  As much as I wanted to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick, I didn’t want to do it at any cost to her.

  “Hey…”

  I caught her shoulders, tugging on her until she came back up to me. It didn’t take much. She clearly didn’t need much urging because she half-flopped against my chest, lying with her ear pressed to my pounding heart.

  “I don’t want you doing anything you’re not ready for,” I whispered against her hair even as my cock continued to pulse and jerk, ready for the attention I’d just denied it.

  Stupid prick.

  “I don’t know how to do this.” Her voice trembled and cracked.

  “You don’t have to.”

  “But I want…” She made a small, frustrated sound in her throat and rose up onto her elbow, staring down at me. “I want to know how to do this.”

  I could tell by the way she was talking, the way she eyed me that this wasn’t just about giving me a blow-job either.

  “Give me your hand,” I said softly. “Get comfortable next to me.”

  She wiggled around a little and tucked her head into the crook of my arm and shoulder before tucking her hand into mine. “I’m going to put your hand on my cock. Then I’ll let go. If you want to touch me, you do it. You do what feels good to you. If you don’t like it, then you stop.”

  “I…how…okay.”

  I could hear a hundred questions in her voice, but she let it go with that simple comment, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I guided her hand to my erect dick, grimacing in tortured pleasure as she lightly closed her fingers around me. “Like this?” she whispered. “I want it to feel good to you.”

  “Baby, you’ve got my dick in your hands. There’s very little you could do that wouldn’t feel good,” I told her.

  But still, all she did was hold me, and after a moment, I reached down and covered her hand with mine lightly. “Like this,” I said, guiding her hand up, then down. “You can do this if you want.” And because I’d noticed already that it turned her on when I talked to her, I added, “Because if you don’t jack me off, I’ll be doing it after you leave. You’ve got me harder than a fucking stone. Can’t you tell?”

  A low whimper escaped her, and she did one slow, tentative stroke down, then up, following the tutelage of my guiding hand.

  “I’m going to let go. You do what you want…just, please, don’t stop touching me.”

  To my surprise, a faint giggle escaped her. “You make it sound so dire.”

  “I feel like I’m going to come any damn second, so it feels pretty damn dire.” I arched up into her touch, aching for more of those soft, butterfly caresses – and harder, dirtier ones. Whatever she wanted to give, I wanted it.

  After a few strokes, she grew more certain and started to pump her hand faster, harder.

  I grunted, and she paused. “Is that too much? Is it wrong?”

  “No. You can’t do this wrong…don’t stop, Raye,” I said. I was ready to beg, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

  Not yet, at least.

  “Show me more,” she whispered in my ear.

  Covering her hand with mine, I tightened her fist around me until it was just shy of pain. “Don’t let me hurt you,” I said, thrusting up until I was fucking her hand. “I like it…tight…like that. Twist your hand…there. That’s it…fuck, Raye.”

  Her breath hitched, trembled a little and I felt the hard scrape of one nipple through her bra. I wanted to roll her onto her back and come between her thighs, driving into her.

  But I held still, doing nothing more than thrusting into her fisted hand as she lay breathing next to me, her body quivering and each breath shuddering out of her.

  I moaned as the heat gathered in my balls, warning me of the climax that was rushing at me.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, the words coming out in a pant. Lifting my head, I urged her to meet my gaze. “Stop now, or you’re going to get it on you.”

  I didn’t want her to stop. But it was her call.

  She kept pumping her hand, up and down on my cock and I lowered my gaze, staring at how I filled her small palm to overflowing, the head of my prick disappearing inside her fist before rapidly reappearing, bobbing with each stroke. A small drop of pre-come appeared, and she paused.

  Looking up, I saw that she was watching, too.

  Taking my hand away from hers, I rubbed my thumb over that clear drop, smearing it across the head, then lifting my hand to her face. “Do you want to taste it?

  She surprised the hell out of me by licking my thumb. My cock jerked in jealous reaction. “You’re going to kill me,” I mumbled. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  Without thinking, I caught the back of her neck and hauled her up, so I could kiss her. She froze at first, then relaxed, opening her mouth as she began to stroke me anew, her rhythm faster and harder.

  “That’s it, Raye…” I muttered against her lips. “More…shit, that’s good…gimme your mouth.”

  She whimpered, straining against me, and I felt every delicate curve, every sweet swell.

  The head of my cock pulsed as she swept her thumb over it, sending sensations raining down, making my balls draw up tight against me. Hot-cold chills raced up my spine, then retraced their tracks, centering low at the base as everything in me seemed to center on my cock and the sweet pleasure of her pumping up and down.

  The climax blindsided me, coming at me harder and faster than I’d expected. Semen jetted from my cock, splashing on my belly and chest, coating her fingers. She stopped, but I closed my hand over hers and guided her back into rhythm. “Don’t fucking stop now,” I said, pleading with her.

  She hesitated a moment, then continued to move, and I showed her how to squeeze and milk every last drop from me. Each touch now was a lesson in pleasure-pain that was almost too much to handle, and I shuddered from head to toe.

  When it was over, I closed my eyes, letting her hand go. My heart pounded. My breath raced in and out of my lungs, and my entire body felt numb, like I’d just ran ten miles.

  My cock jerked again, and a harsh groan escaped me when she flexed her fingers once more.

  Then she pulled back, wiggling away.

  I laid there, not thinking much of it.

  “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked, her voice halting.

  That was the first indicator that something was wrong.

  The second came from the slamming of the bathroom door.

  But the real clue was when she came out and all but dove into her clothes, pulling them on so rapidly, I heard a seam tear.

  Swearing, I sat up, grabbing a t-shirt from the foot of the bed to wipe off with. Tossing it aside, I stood up and reached for Raye, but she dodged me. “I need to get going,” she said, her voice tight and high.

  “Are you okay?” I demanded.

  “I’m fine!” She gave me a bright, too-sunny smile as she all but ran out of the bedroom and grabbed her boots from where she’d dropped them in the living room. “I just…I have to go!”

  Feeling helpless, I stood there as she finished dressing.

  I stood there as she fled through the door.

  “What the hell?”

  I was still brooding over it all a couple hours later.

  I could have handled things differently. I could have handled things a lot differently.

  Like not making her jack you off? a sarcastic voice suggested from the back of my mind.

  I didn’t know if that was what had done it or what. But something had upset her, and she’d torn out of there like her ass was on fire.

  “Man, if Jake finds out about this…”

  No sooner had I said those words than I realized the enormity of what I was doing.

  Shit.

  I’d made out with his kid sister
– the kid sister he’d just found out about.

  He was going to fucking kick my ass over this.

  “What in the hell am I doing?” I asked myself. There was no answer in the small, quiet apartment, but I hadn’t expected one.

  If I was smart, I’d back away now.

  But I knew, as sure as I was standing there, if Raye were to knock on that door and ask me to kiss her again, I’d be all over it.

  If she’d let me, if she was ready, I’d be all over her.

  And the hell if that made any sense. I’d never done anything other than casual, but nothing about this felt casual. Nothing at all.

  Seventeen

  Raye

  I was exhausted, the weight of the week wearing down on me like a wet cloak. As I trudged up the stairs to Michelle’s apartment, I reached up to rub my eyes, taking care not to smudge the makeup. I probably shouldn’t have worn any. At some point tonight, I was going to rub my eyes, and I would smear the makeup and end up looking like a panda.

  Hell, if I was smart, I would have canceled because knowing my luck, I was going to end up falling asleep right in the middle of the dinner.

  Jake and Michelle had invited me over earlier in the week, and if I had realized how tired I was going to be, I would have said no. But that was before…well, everything.

  Before I ran into Chad.

  Before I started going over to Kane’s.

  Definitely before Kane had introduced me to things I hadn’t known about myself.

  If only that had been all that happened this week, I would have considered the week a good one.

  But there was the weird thing going on between me and Kane – it was going to get weirder now, wasn’t it? I barely knew how to handle it as it was. Actually, that was wrong. I didn’t know how to handle it. I’d run away from him, hadn’t I?