The Class of '93 Trilogy: Deadly Briefs

by Felicia Forella

  A growl of frustration burst from her throat, answered by a soft chuckle that tickled her lips. Pressing her fingertips to his skull, she attempted to deepen the kiss. With a subtle shift of his body, he pressed her down into the mattress as he took their embrace to a deeper level. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it with hers.

  His erection poked at her body with thrusts perfectly timed to match their kiss. Her skin burned where it met his, the heat radiating out to warm her all over. She yearned for him to trap her beneath him and sink between her thighs. More than a decade of foreplay and fantasy primed her for the real deal. He seemed content to savor their current actions, so she relaxed and enjoyed his improved talent.

  He backed out of her mouth, raining light kisses on her lips, her nose, her cheeks. His hair fell forward, tickling as it brushed her face. Following the line of her jaw to her ear, he traced the sworl of her lobe, his hot breath sending shivers coursing down her spine. She pushed her chest up, mentally willing him to cup her aching breasts in his hand. Her nipples craved his touch so much they hurt. Between her legs, the need built to a fevered pitch that left her willing to settle for any type of contact.

  The hand on her belly skated over her ribs, coming to a stop when he reached the lower curve of her breast. He fiddled with the beaded chain and the dog tags that rested in her cleavage. He fingered the embossed letters.

  The almost-but-not-quite contact made her want to scream out in frustration. Did the man have any clue what he was doing to her? With one smooth move, his roughened fingertips plucked at her nipple. A moan escaped her throat as the sensations rocketed from there to her vagina. When he turned his attention to the other breast, she wanted to beg him to put her out of her misery by making love to her.

  Instead, his hand trailed back down her body, stopping to run his fingers in the hair at the juncture of her thighs. Holy shit. She parted her legs in an unmistakable invitation, prepared to push him to his back and mount him like a fish on a plaque if he didn't give her what she needed.

  "I don't know how much longer I can hold out.” She heard the strain in his voice.

  "Then don't."

  He pushed up on his forearm and gazed at her. “I want to make sure you're ready."

  "Trust me, I'm ready. But if you don't believe me, feel for yourself."

  "There's just one problem."

  "What?” She wanted to punch him for the delay, but that might deter him.

  "I don't have any condoms. I wasn't exactly planning this."

  "I'm on the pill."

  "But what about—"

  "And I can guarantee I've got a clean bill of sexual health."

  She heard his mumbled thank God, so do I as he shifted his body to cover hers completely. As his firm chest pressed to her softer one, a light sprinkling of chest hair tickled her breasts. The perfection of him settling between her thighs shook her to her core, his firm thighs spreading her open for him. His penis pushed at the entrance to her body, his hot flesh poised to penetrate to the fullest.

  "There's one thing you need to know.” He stared at her, his eyes dark with desire as she drew a shuddered breath. Here goes nothing. “I'm still a virgin."

  The muttered epithet was unmistakable. With a flinch of muscle, he pulled away from her.

  No. She latched on to his body with arms and legs. No way in hell was he going anywhere after she'd worked so hard to get him, well, so hard. “Where do you think you're going?” She all but barked at him in her best intimidating-officer tone-of-voice.

  "Just slowing this down a notch. Trust me, I couldn't walk away right now if I tried.” He didn't sound amused.

  Sliding downward, he stopped to suckle a pebbled nipple. He pulled the tender flesh deep, laving it with his tongue. Her body arched under his, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He alternated his attention between her breasts until she wanted to scream with frustration. He circled the areole lightly, driving her to distraction, before sucking her deep into his mouth. Her body jerked with each nip and soothing stroke. He drew her up and up, but something was missing—the something to ignite the building fire.

  Just when she thought she'd be forced to hold him at gunpoint to get what she craved, he continued his journey, settling between her spread thighs with her legs draped over his shoulders. This, this, was the spark to the flame he fanned.

  "The better to eat you with, my dear."

  The words reached her ears and penetrated her passion-fogged brain as his tongue lapped at her clit. Vaguely, she realized the cry lingering in the air came from her. Sucking on the sensitive skin, he ratcheted the sensations coursing through her body. Tremors shook her as pulses of electricity jolted her. His attention wandered, sending his mouth on a journey. He spread her folds and licked her all over. He stabbed his tongue in the entrance to her body. Her heart skipped beats as the waves of desire crashed in time with each tug of her inflamed flesh. Her brain refused to function, concerned only with the pleasure.

  Nothing mattered but the driving need to come, the painful need for the building pleasure to burst. When he thrust a finger deep inside her, the world narrowed to her clitoris, her vagina, and his mouth. Then the world ceased to exist at all as she shattered, the feeling so intense she screamed out, his name on her lips as his lips drove her beyond anything she'd ever before experienced.

  Chapter 6

  A virgin. A fucking virgin.

  Aiden gazed down at the woman beneath him. A fine sheen of sweat was visible on her forehead, her eyes were closed. She'd never looked more beautiful. He mentally patted himself on the back for the orgasm he'd just given her. Judging by the ear-piercing scream and the way she'd almost suffocated him when her thighs tensed up, it had been a doozy. As he watched, her wits returned and a soft smile lit her face.

  Not a virgin for much longer. His cock hurt with the need to bury itself inside her tight pussy. One minute he'd been prepared to bang her brains out and the next, she'd dropped the “v bomb” on him. Damn.

  So he'd slowed them down and tried to make it good for her. There'd been enough blood in the head on his shoulders to know he needed to pay extra special attention to her. He'd wrestled control from the little head and settled in to feast on her delectable flesh. She'd tasted so good on his tongue and been so responsive.

  He hadn't been with a virgin since his junior year in high school. She'd been his first, too, which led to a rousing rendition of the blind leading the clueless and screwing it up big time. But it had been a prom night to remember. He and his first love spent as much time as possible practicing that senior year in high school. By the time he and Erika were planning to take that next step in their relationship, he'd acquired some technique and finesse. He just hadn't had a chance to try out his improved skills since his high school graduation, because of the grueling Academy schedule. A romantic evening had been in the works, complete with a one-carat diamond ring. The night hadn't come off like either of them anticipated.

  Finding himself with her now, her virginity on the line, twisted at his gut. She hadn't been with anyone since him. A thousand questions hammered at him. Had she gotten close and backed away? Had she avoided dating? Had she thought about him as much as he had about her?

  As the musky scent of her passion reached him, nothing mattered beyond this moment—not the past or the future. They were here, now, on the rumpled comforter with the rest of the night stretching out before them.

  Aiden trailed the tips of his fingers over the silken flesh of her belly, smiling as goose bumps erupted all over her body. The breast not pressed to his chest sagged slightly, the large dark nipple still stiff with excitement. He couldn't wait to watch them bounce and sway with each thrust of his body in hers. His cock throbbed in agreement. As he tangled his fingers in the springy curls at the juncture of her thighs, her legs fell apart in welcome. Oh, yeah.

  Moving over her, he settled into the groove and positioned his body to align with hers. Her skin warmed his where they touched, be
lly to belly and down the length of their legs. The heat from her pussy scorched him, forcing him to call forth every ounce of willpower he possessed not to just slam inside.

  Somehow or other, when he'd made his vow not to hurt her again, this wasn't the situation he'd had in mind.

  Her beauty shined through as she laid there, her heavy-lidded eyes at half-mast. She wore the mask of sexual satisfaction well, spinning his thoughts ahead to what she'd look like after he fucked her to oblivion. His little head pleaded with him to find out and find out now. His balls ached with the need to release some steam.

  Pushing the bulbous head inside her hot folds of flesh, Aiden watched as Erika's eyes fluttered open to lock with his. She nodded and his cock filled with more blood than he ever thought possible. Easing in inch by excruciatingly slow inch, he watched her face for signs of discomfort, for any sign that he needed to stop. All he saw reflecting back at him were pools of desire.

  Thank God. His dick would probably beat him to death if he stopped now.

  Taking a deep breath, he thrust the rest of the way in. Her muscles clenched at him as if trying to expel him as she gasped in discomfort or surprise or something all together unknown to men. His hips threatened to rock, to move, to end the torment building inside him. Only sheer determination kept him still. Time was necessary to allow her to adjust to the invasion. He knew that much about virginity.

  "Are you all right?” He dropped a string of kisses along her jaw, tasting the sweetness of her skin.

  "I'm fine."

  She sounded strained to him. “Are you sure?"

  "More than sure. I've waited a long time for this."

  So had he, he realized.

  When his hips jerked of their own volition, her eyes widened in surprise. He pulled back with a slow stroke, the moist hot clutch of her skin surrounding him. Holy shit, but she was tight. Three years was a long time to go without sex, his cock reminded him, anxious to get the show on the road for the sake of its own satisfaction.

  Too bad. He wasn't about to let an unruly trouser snake ruin this for either of them. He only had one shot at making love to Erika for the first time and he wasn't about to blow it. Stopping with just the sensitive tip inside her body, he paused for a heartbeat before thrusting back until his balls slapped against her body. In and out, in and out he stroked, sweat breaking out on the small of his back as he fought to keep his tempo even, his thrusts measured. All he wanted to do was slam into her until his orgasm took over. He couldn't, wouldn't, do that to them.

  Erika rewarded his efforts by wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing her heels into his butt. The shift in position allowed him to sink deeper into her welcoming body. Moving in concert with him, she fueled his need. He wanted to wait for her, to hold off until he brought her to a second orgasm but his body betrayed him. The firm grip of her muscles, the jiggle of her breasts as she thrust, the scent of their combined lust drove him over the edge. It felt too good, too much, joined with her, being a part of her. His balls pulled up close to his body, prepared to deliver the goods. With one final lunge, the force of his release felt as if it blew the top off his cock. He'd never experienced such a powerful release. Spots of color exploded behind his eyes, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

  "Erika."

  He retained his wits enough to collapse to the side and not crush her beneath him as he struggled to regulate his breathing. Her uneven breath puffed across his cheek, warming his skin. She hadn't come, he knew he hadn't been able to give her that, but he'd redeem himself the next time.

  What the hell was he thinking about? The next time. For all he knew, she was set to toss him out on his naked ass and let him deal with Sonny on his own. It would serve him right, divine retribution for being a boor in bed.

  "Are you all right?” he ventured, almost afraid of the answer.

  "We've had this discussion already."

  "That was before."

  "I'm fine. I'm more than fine.” The tips of her fingers glided along his side, tickling as they stroked.

  "You didn't come."

  "Yes I did, when you—” Her voice trailed off as she gestured at her pussy.

  He chuckled, laughing even harder when she smacked him. He couldn't help it. She'd come on to him like a weapon of mass seduction, blowing away all his restraints and good intentions, and she couldn't even say what he'd done to her by name. But at least she wasn't spitting fire.

  "When I ate you, you mean?"

  "Yeah, that's exactly what I mean.” She slapped him again.

  "It's not the same as coming during sex."

  "I thought you were a lawyer, not a sex therapist."

  "I do happen to know a thing or two about doing the deed, thank you very much."

  "Yeah, you do. Thank you very much.” She nuzzled against his neck, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “With any luck, next time will be better."

  He wanted to jump up and down, shout for joy, something, anything. He'd get the chance to make it better for her. He'd ignore why he wanted that, afraid that it might have more to do with his heart than with his ego hoping for a shot at improving. He rolled to his back, tucking her to his side. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she snuggled close, allowing him to wrap it around his hand or comb his fingers through it.

  "It won't require luck and it will be better."

  "I like the sound of that.” Her voice came out a sexy, throaty purr that sent a well-received message to his twitching cock.

  Needing to gain control before he flipped her to her back and thrust deep, he changed the topic of the conversation. Some deep recess of his brain remembered that making love for the first time results in some discomfort and she needed some time to recover. Unlike his cock, who was ready for round two, three, and four.

  "Why were you still a virgin?” He braced himself for the punch, but it never came. Instead, her hand rested on his chest, covering his heart. As far as insensitive questions were concerned, it ranked right up there. In spite of that, he wanted to know. The fact that the stunning, sexy woman at his side had been a virgin until minutes ago still floored him.

  "Because I'd never made love before."

  Well, duh, that was obvious, even to a clueless male. “Are all the men you come in contact with idiots or impotent?” Hell, he'd had an erection around her since there very first contact. Then and now.

  "It just never happened. Okay?"

  Fine, she didn't want to talk about it. He'd respect that. There were plenty of things he preferred not to talk about—hell, even think about.

  Stupid question number two. “Why are you on the pill, then?"

  "That? There are times and places when it's well, damn inconvenient to, you know, have a period. Being on the pill allows me to control that."

  She fell silent again. Her hand did the talking for her, twirling little circles on his stomach as it worked its way toward his cock, now wide awake and looking for company. Reaching out, he snagged her wrist and kept her from making contact. If she so much as brushed any inch of him, his good intentions would leap right out the window.

  "I don't think that's such a good idea."

  "Don't you want to?"

  "Oh, I want to all right. But I think we need to give your body some time to recuperate."

  Damn, she looked pretty when she pouted. “Can I get a rain check?"

  "Darling, grab an umbrella and pray for a deluge. When I get my hands on you again, I don't plan to stop."

  * * * *

  Erika stirred as Aiden rolled off the bed, taking his warmth with him. Despite being significantly south of the Mason-Dixon Line, the early April nights still had a distinct chill to them. She tugged the comforter up to her chest, but it was a sorry substitute for the smooth flesh and hard muscle that made up the man. Her gaze drifted to follow him as he crossed the room. Always a fan of a tight, muscular butt, she watched as he strode to the door. Her nipples puckered as she thought of clutching his fine ass while he rode between her thighs. />
  "Where are you going?” Sheesh, what a stupid-ass question. The man was buck naked. Where did she think he was going? She chalked it up to lust-induced stupidity or post-coital bliss. Anything but wimpy female neediness.

  Nope, she didn't need a man. She was doing just fine without one in her life.

  "To the bathroom. I'll be right back.” One side of his mouth tilted up as he smiled at her over his shoulder.

  She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until it rushed out in a whoosh. Of course he wouldn't leave. Where the hell would he go? He could want to go find his own bed, that's where he could be going. While he lacked the ability to physically leave the house and make it a true one-night stand, there was still another bed in another room. Her heart thudded to a stop at the fleeting speculation. Damn, it wasn't neediness she felt, it wasn't.

  The Aiden she'd known wasn't the kind of man to love ‘em and leave ‘em. She'd staked her virginity on the fact that much of the man she'd known and thought she'd marry still remained. He'd come back to the bed they'd shared. And if he didn't, to hell with him. She slept alone every other night of her life, she could damn well sleep alone on this one.

  Nope, she didn't need him at all.

  Well, she thought as she rolled to her stomach, burrowing down into the mattress, they wouldn't be making any forty year old virgin movies about her now. Her cheeks ached from the big shit-ass grin on her face caused by that realization. Fate had given her a second chance to lose her virginity to the only man she'd ever loved and she'd grabbed it with both hands. She intended to grab him with both hands as soon as she convinced him she was more than ready to make love again. Memories of his lips and tongue driving her to distraction sent a fresh wave of shivers coursing through her nerve endings. Either he'd improved with age or her memory had failed her, but either way, the oral sex had been amazing, better. The actual act of making love had been pleasant but not inspiring, most likely due to the fact that it had been uncomfortable at first and she hadn't climaxed. She looked forward to trying again.