"This is really where you live?"
"Sometimes. Why, where did you think I lived?"
"I don't know. A big mansion with a butler. But what do you mean, sometimes?"
He set down the totes and fished out his key. "I also keep an apartment near the airport, a house on Long Beach, a chalet in France—" he shot her a sidelong look there "—and a place in Sacramento."
None of those really surprised her except the last. "Sacramento?"
"My family's there." The door swung wide and he held it open, gesturing. "Come on in."
Hastily she stepped inside, then set down the tote and looked around.
The door clicked shut quietly behind her.
She absorbed the bare floors, spare furnishings and the brown and gold color scheme in a glance. The windows were impressive enough that she could imagine how much light came in during the day. The layout was open and quite spacious, almost lobby-like, with entryways instead of halls and doorways. "This is very ni—"
And she was spun around and backed up smack against the door.
"Oh," she managed before Nyall's mouth settled onto her lips.
That was stunning, and not just the unexpectedness of it. Even she could tell that the kiss, though soft and gentle, was extremely carnal. His body crowded her, heated her, and in so doing managed to coalesce all the passion that had been gathering in her over weeks of restless nights and lust-fogged days into a sudden feverish urgency.
Not knowing what else to do, Janey kissed him back. Not knowing quite the best way to do it, she puckered her mouth. He held her head with his hands and, stroking her scalp, brushed her lips with his, over and over.
"Nyall?" She broke away. "Are we going to—"
Cutting her off without a word, he sucked on her lower lip. Abruptly, between her legs the ache that hadn't really gone away since meeting him burgeoned. Before she was aware of doing it, Janey heard the sound of her own whimper.
His mouth left hers and wandered to her jaw. "Oh, Janey," he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. "I was going to wait, but that's not happening."
Janey suddenly noticed how hard his body felt pressed against her, his chest, abdomen, and hips like steel. Including the hard bar poking into her belly.
There was no mistaking what it was—his cock. It was aroused. At the evidence that he wanted her, what had been heat and excitement now became so much more that Janey almost did what all the old-fashioned movies and novels told about.
Don't do it. Don't swoon.
But she didn't really have any choice about things. She took in deep, sucking breaths to get enough oxygen to all the parts that needed it to stay upright. Just like a classic fainting maiden.
"Easy," he said. "Take it easy."
Janey didn't know if he thought he was relaxing her when he started pressing little kisses at the base of her throat. All it did was make her nipples feel too tight and her thighs feel hot and an ache start deep inside.
"I like your skin," he said softly. "I've been thinking about touching it for weeks. All of it, not just your pussy. But that, too."
Janey shuddered. Between his embrace, his caresses, and his words, she was in over her head. A tormenting sensation pinched her between her legs. It made her feel both great and terrible at the same time, making her squirm with discomfort.
"Nyall, please," she said miserably. "What do I do?"
"What you're doing is fine." His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her up off the floor, grinding her against his erection.
Her arms and legs wrapped around him instinctively.
A moment later she felt a cool draft through her black tights. A part of her brain that was somehow still functioning told Janey her skirt had been hiked up. Without her feet safely planted on the ground, there was an odd feeling of weightlessness and vulnerability. His palm skimmed into the waistband of her tights and found her naked bottom.
"I don't feel fine," she said. "I want you and it hurts."
"Janey," he breathed. "Did you pleasure yourself like you said you were going to?"
"Once. But I didn't much care for it. It was super disappointing. I guess I should have tried again because I haven't been sleeping too well."
"So basically," he said shakily, "you've been in heat this whole time."
"Is that bad?"
"Only because I could have helped you if I'd known."
Janey felt herself pressed harder against the door. His mouth moved urgently on the skin of her shoulder, nuzzling aside the stretchy camisole and cardigan.
"If I'd known, I'd have come over and played with you," he told her. "Every night."
"Y-you'd have done that?"
"Sure. You have no idea how sweet you are."
"Please," she said abruptly. "Please."
"I wonder how wet you are tonight." One finger explored her valley from behind. "Ah, Janey. You should have called me. You're like a bomb about to go off." Between her legs there was a sudden stabbing pressure. The pain made her flinch.
"Easy," he said. "I'm trying to get a finger inside you, but you're tight."
Janey had a moment of panic. Then his fingers left her entrance and moved lower, found her clit, squeezed delicately, and there was a burst of delight. Janey burrowed her face into his chest, knowing she was making a fool of herself but not able to stop panting.
"Nyall," she said. "Help."
"Janey, you're soaking," he said, his voice like rough velvet. "Come in my hand."
"Oh," she said again. She felt his fingers quicken. The feeling of agonizing constriction got worse and then suddenly a lot, lot better, and then it was happening, an eruption even more earth-shattering than she remembered.
In the next moment, Janey felt her entrance invaded again. His finger, it had to be. This time there was no pain. The spasms of her climax clenched on that finger moving in and out of her passage. The sensation was luscious, thrilling. Janey moaned.
"Do you like that, baby?"
To her embarrassment, she was unable to answer; voicing anything coherent was impossible in the midst of her orgasm.
"Tell me if you like that or if it still hurts."
She tried, but all she could do was mumble something inarticulate against his chest and clench on his finger.
"I think that means you like it." He sounded amused.
Janey felt dizzy as the world shifted. Her eyes opened and she realized he was carrying her across the floor as easily as he'd carry a ten-pound sack of potatoes. All with her legs and arms wrapped around him and his hand never stopping its activity between her legs.
"Don't drop me!" she blurted.
He laughed, his supporting hand still caressing. There was another burst of pleasure. Another climax. If he would just stop teasing her and pushing that finger inside her for a moment, she thought dimly, maybe she could stop coming. But he didn't. Not until she felt herself fall gently backward onto something soft.
She blinked. A bed.
His bed.
He moved away and a moment later light flooded the room.
She felt him lift her head, tug on her ponytail, and then a tingling in her scalp as he spread her hair out loosely.
"I'm going to undress you below the waist now," he told her.
The words were probably meant to reassure her. She certainly wasn't as panicked as before, her body now mellow, pulsing with lovely ripply sensations. But her eyes became saucers as Nyall knelt in front of the bed, removed her boots, unzipped and shoved off her skirt and peeled down her tights and panties to her ankles.
He looked down at her body, her belly, thighs, and pussy. She saw that his sensual mouth was flattened and his chest was moving up and down rapidly. He seemed tense. "I've been imagining seeing you like this for weeks."
Janey's shyness was almost painful right now.
"Am I okay?" she said. "Is it…is everything normal?" She blushed then, knowing what a silly question it must be.
For a moment he stilled, then he looked into her eyes. "You're exquis
ite," he said. "What's going on in that head of yours? More crap about being out of my league?"
"Uh…"
Then his hands were parting her legs. "If you're a virgin, Janey, it's because you want to be. There's nothing fucking wrong with you." His fingers opened her up and he surveyed her with visible appreciation. One finger drew a circle around her clit. "Come for me some more," he said. "Enjoy the release. You can come all you want now we're together."
She flushed at his words. Not that she could refuse to come even if she wanted to—she didn't seem to have any control over that when he touched her. But he said it so casually, as if inviting her to help herself to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"I, um, well, okay. Thank you, I will," she said politely.
He chuckled. She felt his fingers pluck her intimately and started to gasp. Soon it was happening again. She closed her eyes and knew her body was going to go out of control soon.
She was more right than she knew. Not only did the happy sensations cascade through her without any effort or will on her part, but lying down like this seemed to have freed her body.
It went wild, twisting and writhing the way it had so desperately wanted to when he'd fondled her in the elevator and she couldn't let herself go because of the camera.
"Fuck, Janey. Come again like that."
She opened her eyes to see him stretched out next to her on the bed on his side, his hand lodged between her thighs. His eyes were almost black.
"What?" She was dazed.
"I want to see you come again like that. And again."
And his hand moved almost roughly against her.
"Uh…" Her body arched, twisted, as another orgasm ripped through her. She reached out, needing to hold onto something, finding him and rolling toward him. He pushed her gently back down.
"No, sweetheart. If you touch me, I'm toast. You're fucking beautiful when you come. Those security guys are probably having a field day with that footage."
"Nyall…"
He shoved a long finger all the way to the hilt up inside her. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream. His face shadowed the light and then he was kissing her hungrily while his hand fucked her. Janey lost herself to the thrusting of her hips, the feel of sweet convulsions, the pleasure of moaning into his mouth.
By the time she returned to the world of sanity, she was coated in sweat and her own stickiness. Her breathing had finally calmed. Her body was relaxed and totally, deliciously satisfied. And Nyall…
She looked across the bed and found him lying on his back. He'd bared his chest, the sweater and undershirt discarded on the floor where her tights and panties had also fallen. His jeans were unzipped. His hands were cupped over his crotch, and he looked…rough. A fine sheen of moisture coated his skin. His eyes were shut tight.
"Are you okay?"
He opened his eyes and curved his lips in an imitation of a smile. "Give me a minute."
"What's wrong?"
But she could see what was wrong. Down by his hips, his hands were palming the length of his shaft, which pressed hugely against his briefs. Oh, my.
"Are you frustrated?" she asked idiotically.
He gave a short laugh, gave one last hard stroke and flung his fisted arms out to his sides. "Mm."
"Can…uh…can I do anything for you?" She turned onto her side with her head propped up on her hand.
"Not tonight."
"Why not?"
His gaze swept her curvy form up and down. "I made a mistake, jumping on you the moment the door was closed. You need to get used to this slowly. I didn't even plan to touch you tonight. I was going to just let you get accustomed to being here."
"That's the best way, huh?" she asked somberly. "I guess you've educated a lot of virgins."
He rolled his eyes. "I haven't touched a virgin since high school."
Janey gaped at him. "What? But you're an expert."
"At sex, Janey. I haven't a clue about virgins. I had no idea you'd be so tight. I'm going to make this good for you, though, whatever it takes."
He sounded so grim. It made her feel sad for him.
"This is awful for you, Nyall, isn't it? Really unpleasant."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that."
"Are you sure you don't want to call one of your mistresses?" She felt virtuous suggesting it, given that she was starting to be really opposed to the idea for some reason.
"They're not my mistresses."
"They kind of are, though, aren't they? You call them when you want them and give them expensive gifts. Okay, sex partners, then," she said hurriedly at his narrowed gaze. "I know that was one of the rules, not to be with other people this week, but I'll understand if you need to. Even one day of celibacy must be tough for a person who's used to scads and scads of sex."
"Thanks. I don't want anyone else right now."
"Are you sure? I thought Amy might be a good one to call, if she's not too busy working on her project. She seems to understand you really well."
His stared at her.
"And you see her the most, don't you?" Janey said encouragingly. "I'll bet she could—oh!" as he rolled over and onto her in one swift movement, pushing her down onto her back again.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but I know Amy's phone number if I need it."
She could feel his erection pressing between her thighs and her eyes widened. "You're very hard," she whispered.
"I'll jack off later," he said deliberately. "It's what I've been doing for weeks. Getting off on my own, when I could have been coming over to your place and teaching you how to handle me."
"You've been pleasuring yourself? Why? Were they all busy?"
"Janey, stop fucking talking about the women."
"But—"
"Before this week is over, you'll know how to swallow my cock, take it inside your pussy and at this rate take it in the ass, so that takes care of all my needs. But for now, it's my problem. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Your virginity is also my problem. And it's one I asked for. So stop feeling sorry for me."
"O-okay. Can I watch?"
"Can you watch what?"
"When you pleasure yourself."
He stared. "You want to watch me."
She nodded, lifting her hips and liking the sound of it when he groaned. "I liked seeing you touch yourself just now." She sought his hand and brought it down between their bodies. "It was sexy. Please touch yourself."
"Are you sure you're a virgin?" he said with the beginnings of a smile.
"There's so much I want to do," she said earnestly. "Stuff I've read about or imagined. And even more I've never even dreamed about that I'm thinking about now. I know you can teach me all of it. I may never get the chance again. This is a super special gift you're giving me, Nyall."
He stroked her cheek. "I'm so damn selfless."
She nodded, taking him seriously. "You could be swimming on some beach right now. Instead, you're here with me."
"Actually, I was going camping in Copper Canyon."
"Mexico?" she squeaked. "You are kind. You gave up a real vacation. Nyall, I'm going to teach you how to make everything—cheesecake, lasagna, banana bread, fried chicken, all the food bachelors love. I hope it empowers you because your doing what you did to me with all those orgasms empowers me and it was thrilling."
"Janey." He kissed her mouth, his soft lips nipping urgently at hers. When his head finally lifted, his breathing was labored.
"Did you like the pineapple carrot cake I sent over?" she said breathlessly.
"Yes."
"It had a special cream cheese icing with a secret ingredient my Aunt Ellen's ex-husband's grandma made all of us promise never to tell anyone about. That and the fact that it's dairy based is why I can't serve it professionally. You have to be able to disclose ingredients."
"Janey."
It hit her that he was talking in monosyllables. She could feel his shaft through the cotton of his briefs rubbing against
her crotch. A warm flush bathed her cheeks.
"Touch yourself, please," she said. "I hate that you're frustrated when I'm so satisfied."
"My bedroom's there." He gestured with his head. "I can wait till you're asleep."
"This isn't your bedroom?" She looked around, stunned. It was a small room, but she hadn't expected he'd carry her to a guest room. "Aren't we sleeping together?"
"I wasn't planning on it, no."
"Oh." She was disappointed. Those times she lay in bed longing for a boyfriend, one thing she wished for was for someone to cuddle with. "And you don't even want to let me watch."
"I'm more and more tempted every minute, believe me."
"Then let me. Or better yet, let me do it. I'll be more than happy to do the touching." She wiggled against him.
"How did you stay a virgin for twenty-nine years?" He took her hand and brought it down to his shaft and she eagerly closed it over him. "If I hadn't felt inside your tight slit myself I wouldn't believe it. Harder, Janey. Squeeze harder."
"That has to hurt you."
"No, it doesn't hurt. Hard—ah, that's right. Now go up to the top and—no, not hard there. Shit." He rolled off her and rose to his knees. One hand grabbed his flesh and Janey propped herself up again and watched unblinkingly as he slowly worked himself. His cock was beautiful—long and arced and a dark color that made him seem exotic and intriguing.
Janey flushed. She was fascinated and excited as she watched him stroke himself. Even more excited to see him narrow his eyes at her. He paused.
"Having fun?" he said.
"Oh, yes. I can't wait to learn this," she said, kneeling too. "Will you teach me?"
He shook his head. "I can't teach you tonight. I can fucking smell you and it's driving me insane. You're driving me insane, Janey."
"What happens when you come?" she asked, feeling herself go liquid inside. "Where does it go? When you do this to yourself."
"I use a towel, sweetheart."
"Shall I get you one?"
"Christ." He turned his head, sucking in his cheeks, and then he laughed. "I can't do this. Janey, come here." He stretched out and pulled her with him. She lay alongside him and he held her close. His erection stabbed into her belly. "Don't move. Just don't…move."
"But you'll be frustrated. Do you need to go and take care of yourself? You can go do that."
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