by Brenna Zinn
“I’m not sure if I can do that.” She applied force, lifting his face to meet her eyes.
Anxiousness worried those bottle-green gems. She had all the signs of an inexperienced woman.
Impossible.
Beautiful and twenty-six, Tatum couldn’t be a virgin. Could she?
He had to handle this unexpected situation with care. One wrong move and she’d be dressed and out the door, leaving him with a set of blue balls that would make even the best doctors speechless.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” His mouth uttered the words with all sincerity, but his dick fought each articulated syllable. Hell yes, he most definitely wanted to go down on her. Discovering the secrets hidden deep within a woman’s folds was one of his greatest pleasures. He swallowed hard, trying to force down his growing concern.
“I do want to,” she started, then bit her lip and looked away.
Rising, Bennett took both of her hands in his and angled his body until he could see her face. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? I promise, whatever we do here, I’ll go as slow and gentle as I can. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know. I really do. It’s not that. I just—” She frowned and shook her head.
He squeezed her hands. “If you’re a virgin, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has a first time, even me. When I lost my virginity, I was as nervous as I was excited. But I ended up having one of the best experiences of my life.”
She let out a quiet snort. “You think I’m a virgin?”
“You’re not?”
“No!”
“Well that’s a load off.” He placed her hands in her lap, then rose to his full height. “Then mind filling me in on what’s going on here? I just want to go down on you, not take a bite out of your thigh.” Though the thought of nibbling one was extremely pleasant.
She cut those emerald eyes to him and stared. “You do?”
“Damned right I do. I love eating pussy. Is that so strange?”
Her shoulders shrugged ever so slightly. “Most guys I’ve been with didn’t like to do that, that’s all.”
“Well, I’m not most guys.” Hearing the exasperation in his voice, he wanted to smack himself. Getting her riled up was only going to take this situation in the wrong direction. Patience. He needed patience.
“Listen,” he said more calmly. “Men like different things. There are some men who like legs and some who like breasts. I just happen to be a guy who enjoys muffin. No, strike that. I love eating muffin.” He lifted a finger to her cheek and brushed the velvety skin. “Right now there’s only one thing I’d rather do than put my mouth on your,” he couldn’t stop himself, “nether region.”
This time Tatum chuckled. The happy sound cracked through the unease that had built in the atmosphere of the small room. Her frame relaxed.
“What’s the one thing you would rather do?” the sassy Texan had the nerve to ask.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’ll get to that.”
Chapter Six
Relief and excitement fought for control of her wildly beating heart. She had told Bennett the truth. Few men she’d been with had wanted to go down on her. Knowing Bennett was going to and wanted to sent warm waves of cream to the aching juncture between her legs.
What she hadn’t mentioned was the fact she hadn’t been with many men. Aside from the occasional straight guy she’d come across in college, the majority of men she spent time with, the ones majoring in dance, were gay. Unfortunately for her sex life, the stereotype with her classmates was true. But in the process of making her way through the various required courses to complete her degrees, she’d become the best of friends with most of the men. The community of professional dancers was small, making the members more like family than potential lovers anyway.
She braced herself, not sure what to expect as the smile melted from Bennett’s handsome face and was replaced by a look so smoldering her already heated blood sizzled with heightened anticipation. Here stood an experienced man who appeared to be sincere about his desire. If his performance met even her lowest expectations, she’d be digging her fingernails into the hard wood of the desk as soon as she felt his balmy breath on her wanting pussy. Anything beyond that would place this encounter with the slick New Yorker at the pinnacle of her miniscule sexual repertoire.
Before he lowered himself, he licked his lips. A shiver, feather soft, crept over her skin, causing the fine hairs on her arms to stand on end. Not able to bear witness to his impending act of pleasurable manipulation, she tilted back her head and tried to calm her jittery nerves.
Would it be possible to enjoy herself while he went down on her? What if something embarrassing happened? Not able to see what he was doing, she waited for the inevitable.
She didn’t have to wait long. The instant she felt his mouth on her mound, a sharp yip escaped her mouth and her lower body involuntarily jerked as though she’d been zapped by the end of a live wire.
“Relax.” He chuckled against the inside of her leg. “This is supposed to be enjoyable.”
“I’m enjoying myself.”
She spoke the words in a voice so high pitched it teetered on being a squeak. Every nerve ending stood on alert. She was wound up tighter than an eight-day clock.
“Take a deep breath. Good. Now relax.”
The sound of his voice trailed off and warm velvet stroked her clit. An electric current spread through her belly. The feeling was nothing short of thrilling. She sucked in a lungful of air and awaited his next move. He licked again, this time dragging the length of his tongue over her aroused kernel, then proceeded to lap at it over and over with long lazy draws.
Pure bliss soothed her unwanted tension and coaxed groans from her lips. Her muscles loosened while her pussy contracted, trickling more warm cream from her ready slit. A vortex of sexual voltage twisted like an electrified tornado with each sweep of his tongue. The sensation built, taking her higher, then higher still.
Her fingers found the edge of the desk. She grabbed on to its wide ledge as a powerful need for release gripped her body. Her pelvis rocked to the rhythm of his licks, willfully pressing her throbbing nub against the growing force of his tongue. She ached for the perfect amount of pressure that would send her rocketing.
When he latched his mouth over her clit and bore down on the tender bead, her world exploded. She cried out as wave after wave of tiny shock currents zinged from her mound to all points of her body. Her arms weakened, no longer able to support her weight, then gave way. Chest heaving and blood roaring in her ears, Tatum lay back on the cold surface of the desk and closed her eyes while aftershocks continued to electrify her pussy and stomach.
After several moments she caught her breath and opened her eyelids. Sitting up, she found Bennett staring at her with his ice-blue eyes from the leather chair. A lock of his dark hair had fallen rakishly over his forehead. A satisfied grin stretched across his incredibly talented mouth.
“I’m speechless,” she uttered on a thin exhale.
“Then perhaps I need to do that more often.” He stood, blocking the view of the shelves behind him with his muscular frame, and placed a hand on one of her knees. “I hope I didn’t wear you out. We still have the grand finale to look forward to. I think it might be a real showstopper.”
Dozens of fireflies brushed inside her belly, providing a warm glow. How any sexual act could be more of a showstopper than the one he’d just performed was unfathomable. So was the idea of having intercourse with a man who possessed devastating good looks, quick wit and a level of sophistication she’d never been exposed to.
She swallowed hard as those fireflies flew up in a thick swarm and caught in her throat.
From every angle, Bennett was gorgeous, polished, perfect. Her limited experience included the awkward neighbor boy from back home and three nice-looking guys from college. None of them began to compare to Bennett. They weren’t even i
n the same league. Not in looks, class or basic sexual maneuvering.
I’m not in his league either.
What the hell am I doing?
She felt her shoulders stiffen then rise to her ears. A chill of anxiety raised gooseflesh over her skin.
Relax, she reminded herself. This was supposed to be enjoyable. Hopefully it would be as enjoyable for Bennett as it had been so far for her. She might not know all the right moves when it came to sex, but she’d do her best. She had taken some acting classes in college, after all. As long as she was enthusiastic and passionate, surely she’d be able to fake her way through her pitifully few skills.
Bennett yanked the tails of his dress shirt from his slacks, then unfastened each button. When he pulled open the shirt front, revealing a broad, masculine chest lightly dusted with springy, dark hair and abs that could only be described as shredded, her brain fried.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.” She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth as she realized she’d spoken the words aloud.
Why was her piehole always set on spew? Couldn’t she keep anything to herself?
Halfway through removing his dress shirt, his hands came to an abrupt halt. “I thought you said you aren’t a virgin.”
“I’m not. I’m not.” She shook her head furiously and bit the inside of her lip, wishing she could pluck the words of her admission from the air and stuff them someplace far, far away. Making matters worse, her drawl sounded as Southern as chicken-fried steak. “I just don’t have… I lack some… Oh, good grief. I haven’t had much practice at it. That’s all. Okay? No biggie.”
His face was a blank. Nothing in his expression hinted at the thoughts crossing his mind. Half-dressed, his arms frozen in place, he simply watched her as though she might have even more bad news to blurt out.
“And I don’t have any condoms,” she added. “Y’all have condoms?”
The question seemed to jar his mind. He nodded and finished stripping off his shirt, letting if fall unheeded to the floor. Unexpectedly, he reached up and held her face with both hands, then laughed so hard his stomach shook.
“You’re a real mess, aren’t you?”
“I’m not a mess,” she disagreed. “I’m complicated. I also believe in safe sex, so we have to have the condoms. If you’re looking for a mess, I’ll introduce you to my roommate, Heather. She’s got being a mess down to a science.”
He caressed her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, then examined her face as though searching for something. Probably some hint of sanity. She couldn’t blame him if he thought she was one ant shy of a picnic. If he had acted the way she’d just done, she’d probably think the same way.
“I’ve got condoms. Not to worry.”
Bending, he brushed his lips over hers, tender and light, then planted a kiss so full of passion it had her reeling.
“I have no idea what I’m doing either,” Bennett said into her mouth before slipping his tongue past the barricade of her teeth and sweeping the tip along the length of hers.
This strange New Yorker with movie star looks kissed her with the ferocious need of a ravenous man. Plunging and tasting, stroking and teasing, his delicious tongue entranced her until the fears her inexperience had provoked eased to a mild afterthought.
He yanked her closer, wrapping his muscled arms around her while nudging her legs apart. Just as quickly as the kiss began, he broke it off. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, located a small foil pouch and tossed the condom on the desk not far from Tatum’s leg.
“I don’t think I can hold off much longer,” he said on a jagged breath. “I need you now.”
Warm juices flowed from her pussy, induced by his confession. He wanted her, desired her, needed her. She felt more like a woman in that single moment than all other moments of her life combined.
Bennett unfastened his belt and drew the shiny leather strap from the restraining loops in one quick moment. After tossing it aside, he unbuttoned and unzipped the tailored slacks that lay low on his hips, then let the expensive piece of clothing fall to the floor.
His underwear, silk knit boxer briefs in cobalt blue, clung to his skin, leaving little for the imagination. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen had created a natural causeway to his groin, leading her gaze downward and to the left. There a considerable bulge pressed against the snug fabric, clearly outlining the contours of his cock and its rounded rim.
She licked her lips when she noticed a wet spot surrounding the tip. He was as hot and ready as she was. Although she didn’t have a lot of practice sucking a man’s cock, putting his thick tool in her mouth and lapping at his juices was an experience she didn’t want to miss.
Before he could remove the tight underwear, she started to stand, but he stopped her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His husky voice sounded loud in the quiet of the small office.
“I want to help you.” She placed a foot on the ground. “You’ve been more than generous with me. I want to return the favor.”
“Not this time.” With gentle force, he picked her up and placed her solidly back on top of the desk.
Not this time? Did that mean he planned on having sex with her again? His assumption she’d be willing teetered on arrogance. What a surprise—not.
The temptation to argue with him teased her willpower to keep her mouth shut. Yes, he’d satisfied her once today. God, the man was talented with his tongue. But she’d be crazy to leave before feeling his big cock inside her. This was one of those once-in-a-lifetime adventures she’d hate herself for missing. If she did, when she was older, she’d look back at this moment and kick herself for not taking advantage of this opportunity to fuck someone so freakishly handsome.
Biting her tongue, she watched as he slid the final piece of his clothing over the taut muscles of his legs. His cock sprang from its fabric captivity, thick and full and thoroughly tantalizing.
Would she consent to another hook-up with Bennett? The powerful clench of her pussy and the abundance of her own liquid heat suggested a vote in his favor.
Bennett picked up the condom, ripped open the foil pouch and slipped the shimmering piece over his penis. Her breath hitched when he positioned himself between her legs and grabbed her hips, pulling her ass to the edge of the desk.
“If there’s anything you want to share with me before I go any further, now is the time.”
His meaning couldn’t have been more clear. If she really was a virgin, she’d better come clean.
“I think you talk too much, Slick.”
Holding his cock with one hand, he rubbed its head through the slick folds of her labia up to her clit. Each time the engorged tip touched her sensitive nub, she moaned in anticipation. He placed the head in her wet opening and slowly pushed and pulled, letting only the very tip enter. His gaze locked with hers in silent question. She nodded her answer.
Inch by inch, taking his time, he ventured inside until his entire length filled her wanting channel. He sighed, though whether in relief or from pleasure, she couldn’t be sure.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he ground his pelvis against her aching mound, finding an easy rhythm she could match. Then he pulled out a bit and thrust back in several times, causing the walls of her pussy to expand and contract with each movement. He rocked his hips back and forth, building speed and force. Greedy to feel every throbbing bit of him, she tilted up her pelvis while tightening the muscles in her gut.
She grabbed the edge of the desk, looking for a solid anchor. She need not have bothered. Bennett placed his hands under both sides of her hips, finding her ass. He held on tight as he continued to ride her. Thrust after thrust, he rammed his cock to the root, reaching depths in her pussy no man had ever touched. Each push compounded her growing need, each pull coaxed her to let go.
Bennett’s chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat, his ragged breaths fanned her heated skin. When his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks, she couldn’t hold on any longer.
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br /> She let out a groan, loud and powerful, as one tidal wave of ecstasy after another crashed against the jagged rocks of her release. Bennett joined her, delivering one final thrust as a near roar escaped his lips.
Completely spent, her muscles little more than warmed taffy, Tatum allowed herself to fall back on the desk to catch her breath and steady the wild beating of her heart. Bennett pulled himself from her and collapsed at her side.
“You…were…incredible,” he said, sucking in air.
She wanted to tell him how amazing he’d been. Instead she nodded, too exhausted and lightheaded to speak.
He’d taken her to the peak twice in less than an hour. He’d set the bar at new heights, making any man’s attempt to best his incredible performance next to impossible. He’d managed to make her feel sexy and alluring despite her limited sexual experience and her six-foot body.
After several minutes, he turned his head along the flat surface of the desk to face her. “What Lyle said about me is true. I do want to tear this place down and build a high-rise. As much as I enjoyed this with you, it hasn’t changed my mind. Iron Rods is a dying club. You can pump as much money as Lyle can afford into it, but in the end it’s still going to fail.”
She stared into his eyes, willing him to take back his words. How could he say such things, especially after what they had just shared? She wasn’t so naïve that she believed what they had done was anything more than just sex. But Lord love a damn duck, couldn’t he have waited before throwing cold water on her moment? Didn’t the man care even a little about her feelings?
The warm fuzzies he’d kindled within her now felt like prickles of ice. Anger quickly replaced the afterglow she’d been basking in. Good thing. She needed the strong emotion to smack some sense into her punch-drunk faculties.
He was wrong, of course, though she wouldn’t dignify what he’d said with a response. She would bring Iron Rods back to its former glory and it would be a moneymaker. From what she could tell, the staff was behind her, even T. With Lyle’s support, some hard work and the right dancers, Iron Rods would be Austin’s premier strip club for women. She was sure of it.
