by Virna DePaul
He almost smiled.
As far as he was concerned, they’d made a whole helluva lot of progress in the bedroom.
And they were going to make even more.
She was feeling lulled by his ability to restrain himself and he was glad she felt safe. But if she thought he was giving in and would disappear quietly into the night after dinner without trying to change her mind, she was dead wrong.
Reaching down, he weighed the virtues of subtlety versus shock. Making up his mind, he unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and carefully released his dick. He was still hard. Hell, he’d never stopped being hard, even after she’d sucked him dry. Still listening to the sound of her moving in the kitchen, he stroked himself as he recalled the feel of her mouth on him.
Several minutes later, he saw her approach in his peripheral vision. “I just put the chicken in the oven. Dinner will be about fifteen more minutes and then we can—” She gasped.
When he glanced up, she wasn’t looking at what he was doing to himself, but rather what was on the screen. Her mouth hung open and her face was flushed a gorgeous pink.
The actress had a similar expression on her face. She was on her hands and knees, her big breasts swaying while one man fucked her from behind and another lay on his back underneath her, eating her out.
He watched Jenna closely while he continued to stroke himself. “What were you saying, sweetness?” His voice sounded drowsy. Unthreatening.
Fuck subtlety. He knew his time with Jenna was limited, so subtlety wasn’t going to work. Between his masturbation and the porn, he figured she’d be too thrown off and aroused to feel any real fear. He also figured the more times she saw his cock, the more comfortable she’d get with it.
With him.
She turned to look at him, her dazed eyes going even wider. “What—what are you—?”
“You said fifteen minutes, right?” With his free hand, he patted the cushion next to him. “Do you want to come sit next to me until then?”
Obviously disoriented, she turned back to the screen. Now the woman had a dick in her mouth as well as in her pussy. The liquid sounds of sex echoed around them, getting even louder when he pressed the volume up on the remote. The expression on the actress’s face was pure nirvana, while Jenna looked shocked to the core. It made him wonder—
“Haven’t you ever watched porn before?” She shook her head. “Have you ever wanted to?”
“No. I mean, well, yes, but—” She glanced at his dick and automatically took a step closer. He deliberately chose to misunderstand and nodded.
“Oh sorry. Is this making you uncomfortable? Here, let me just—” Wincing, he arranged himself back into his pants and zipped up. He left the snap open, however, a fact she didn’t miss. He patted the cushion again. “Come here.”
For a second, she looked like she was going to refuse. Instead, incredibly, she sat next to him, her eyes returning to the screen and the sexual gymnastics that were getting more and more ridiculous. Her actions confirmed exactly how much progress they’d made. When she unconsciously leaned back and into him, he had to turn away to hide the grin that split his face.
Five minutes later, he had his arm behind her and was toying with her hair. She’d placed one of her hands on his thigh, unconsciously squeezing when something on the screen excited her. He made damn sure he kept track each time it happened, making a mental note to himself.
And that’s how he began to suspect something about her.
At her core, she liked being sexually dominated. Whether she’d admit it or not, she got off on a man exercising his control over a woman. Her breath caught each time one of the men on the screen talked dirty and pushed the woman’s boundaries a little further. She licked her lips when they wrapped their hands in the woman’s hair, tugging her head and controlling her movements as they fed her cock. But she liked gentleness, too. Sighed when a tender word was spoken or a gentle touch administered. Given what had happened to her, he had no doubt that her dual preferences confused and scared her. They’d also make getting her to fully trust him a whole helluva lot harder.
She’d probably convinced herself that gentleness was all she ever wanted from here on out. Fine. That’s what he was going to give her. But he wasn’t going to let her get too comfortable. She needed to know she could trust him, but also that trusting a man didn’t mean always getting her way.
“He’s taking her ass now and she likes it,” he commented, making her jerk. To his surprise, she snorted. “She also liked getting spanked,” she said dryly.
“Hmm.” He imagined patting her ass, just hard enough so that her creamy skin turned pink and her pussy gushed with arousal. “You ever try that?”
“No. Never wanted to.” But she said it a little too quickly and he knew she was lying. Again, he understood why she’d shy away from anything having to do with domination or feigned punishment, so he let it go for now.
“How about anal sex? Before you were raped. Had you tried it before then?”
She stiffened, obviously not liking where he was headed, then shook her head.
“So what had you tried? You said you didn’t really enjoy sex, but what did you like the most?”
She shrugged. Kept her eyes glued to the screen, even though he sensed her focus was fully on their conversation. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Sure it does. If we talk about it, if you can verbalize what you used to like about sex, it’ll make it easier for you to like it again in the future, don’t you think? If not with me, then with someone else.”
She frowned as she contemplated what he’d said. “I like kissing, but a lot of men don’t or they only pretend to, so they can get to what they really want.”
“I loved kissing you. Could you tell?”
She glanced at him now. Hesitantly, she nodded.
“What else have you liked about sex?”
She squirmed. Looked past him and toward the kitchen, as if preparing to make an excuse about checking on dinner.
He pushed. Just a little harder. “Did you like being kissed between your legs?” Her breath hitched but she still didn’t answer him.
“Did you?” he asked, deliberately edging his voice with masculine demand. When she looked at him this time, it was with a bit of nervousness, but she didn’t pull away. “Yes.”
“Hmm,” he said, turning back to the screen.
She held herself stiffly for a while, then did the same thing. Together, they watched as the woman was treated to exactly the kind of kisses they’d been discussing. She was shaved bare, giving them a clear and tantalizing view of a man’s tongue and teeth as he worked her.
When the man plunged his tongue into the actress’s core, Jenna squirmed even harder.
God, he ached. He wanted to release his dick from his pants again, but more than that, he wanted to get his mouth on her.
The woman screamed as her climax took her. Jenna trembled against him. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she said suddenly. “You said you were hungry.” She tried to stand, but he caught her hand and tugged gently until she sat back down.
“I am hungry. But not for food.” He nodded toward the TV. “He’s making her feel good. I want to make you feel good, too, Jenna. I want to lick up your juices and fuck you with my tongue. If you think you can handle that, I’d love to give it to you.”
His offer was direct and genuine, intermingled with the dramatic sounds of sexual gratification still coming from the television. She swallowed so hard her throat convulsed. And then she stood, turned toward the kitchen, and walked away.
He sighed. Fuck. He’d tried. But she wasn’t going to let it happen. He’d thought for a moment there that she might, but her fear really was stronger than—
He caught movement from the corner of his eye and looked up. She’d come back, chewing her lip for all she was worth. As he watched, her hands dropped to the hem of her sweater and she pulled it off, exposing her pretty breasts encased in that simple white bra, a faint darkness over one nipple where he
’d sucked her through the fabric. “I turned off the oven,” she said, then quickly dropped her hands to unsnap her jeans. Before he knew it, she was naked.
Her sheer beauty was like a kick in the gut, stealing his breath. He’d seen her up close and personal many times, as many times as he’d looked at her Playboy centerfold. He’d jerked off countless times to the magazine spread, but having her naked in front of him, here and now, real and vulnerable …
Despite feeling light-headed, he stood up, took her hand, and led her back to the couch. “Sit down.”
Her gaze flickered to the TV, where the woman was going down on her partner now. “Shouldn’t we—”
He shook his head. “Let’s leave it on.”
Hesitantly, she sat down and he kneeled in front of her. Gently, he pushed her knees apart and moved between them. She was shaking, her breasts jiggling with her desperate breaths, her fingernails digging into her palms.
“Stop that,” he said. He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them, licking over the crescents that her nails had left. His tongue delved in between her fingers, and her thighs tightened against his hips in response. “It’s going to be okay,” he said.
He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly. Hesitantly, she kissed him back. He palmed her breasts for a long time before he lowered his hands, his mouth following. He was no longer waiting for permission to touch her, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, her gaze bounced between the TV screen and what he was doing to her. He kissed her breasts and licked her nipples, but didn’t linger. He kept going, sprinkling kisses on her tummy until his lips hovered above her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
He ruffled the patch with his knuckles and inhaled, savoring her wonderful scent, enjoying the sight of her little pink bits peeking out at him. “You’re going to taste so good, sweetness. On my tongue. Down my throat. You getting wet for me?”
She shuddered and he tucked a hand gently between her thighs. She jerked but she didn’t pull away and neither did he. “Ah. There we go. So sweet and warm.” He pushed a finger into her, taking his time, being as gentle as he could be. She made a sound of excitement, one she muffled with her hand. He wanted to call her on it, but didn’t want to push her too far. Instead, he withdrew his finger and painted her clit with her own juices, causing her to cry out again. “You’re wet, but I want you to be even wetter. So I’m going to use my mouth now, okay?”
No longer even trying to muffle the sounds she made, she whimpered as he lowered his head and blew on her. Slowly, he extended and stiffened his tongue, licking her clit. She bucked and he held her down, watching her carefully for any hint of fear. When none came, he swiped his tongue through her folds, moving slow, making sure she felt every second of it.
Then he opened his mouth and really got to work.
Noah knew he was an accomplished lover. He did whatever it took to please his partner and he did it for however long it took to get the job done. One thing he did exceptionally well, however, was eat pussy. He loved everything about it. The feel, the smell, the taste of being between a woman’s legs. To him, it was a precious delicacy to be savored.
He groaned when Jenna’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and pushing him as her pleasure spiked. He let himself go a little more, getting a touch more aggressive, using his teeth to add an edge of pain to her pleasure. Satisfaction glowed through him when she released a lusty moan and pulled him even closer.
She was amazing. Sensual and sexual. She should have been spending her life savoring her body and its responses rather than worrying that she was frigid or thinking of ways to get over her trauma. He’d bet that some of her deepest fantasies involved force and that her being raped had made her terribly ashamed of that. Now wasn’t the time, but he hoped he could help her realize that no matter what she wanted, she had nothing to be ashamed of and she certainly hadn’t deserved what had happened to her.
For now, however, he would make her come, and this time he wasn’t going to let her back away out of fear or shame.
He flattened his tongue and rubbed her clitoris over and over again. And then he sucked the little kernel into his mouth at the same time he penetrated her with his finger.
“Ah Noah. Oh God.”
“You remembering why you liked this, sweetness?”
“Yes, but it—it never felt this good before. No one’s ever made me feel this good.”
“I’m glad,” he said, then got back to sucking. He added another finger, stretching her, making her feel another bite of pain so it cranked up her pleasure even higher.
Her body was shaking hard now. She stiffened and pressed her hands to his shoulders. “Noah?”
“You’re going to come now, Jenna,” he said.
“No, no, no …” she breathed. “I can’t.”
“Like hell you can’t. You’re going to do it. Right now. I want it. Give it to me, Jenna. Come.”
She tried to shift away from him and, praying he was doing the right thing, he clamped his hands on her thighs, holding her where she was. She stared down at him, her eyes wide with realization.
“I won’t hurt you, and you want this, Jenna. You know you do. Give it to me. Please.”
She stared at him, her mouth trembling, her expression clearly that of desire warring with fear. His rubbed the pads of his fingers against her soft skin and all of a sudden she leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and sank back into the cushions, putting herself completely in his care. Swiftly and repeatedly, he flicked her clit with his tongue while his fingers returned to their place inside her, thrusting in a strong, quickening rhythm. As he finger- and tongue-fucked her, he spoke against her flesh, telling her how brave she was, how beautiful.
Her scream started out as a musical moan that wound higher and higher the tighter her muscles stiffened. He felt her pussy walls clench around his tongue and braced himself. She jerked and shuddered as she came, and her scream reached maximum volume, drowning out the television set. He kept her orgasm going and going, licking and sucking and penetrating her until he’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from her.
Finally, she collapsed against the cushions again. He licked her a few more times and rubbed his hand in soothing circles on her stomach. When he looked up, she had her hands over her face and was obviously struggling not to cry. He wasn’t surprised. A lot of women cried when they came, and Lord knew, Jenna had plenty of reason to. He imagined she was feeling more than a little shell-shocked.
He moved until he sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay, baby. Cry all you need to. Just please let me hold you.”
She held herself stiffly in his arms for a moment, then pulled him closer and sobbed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenna let herself cry, not just because of the sexual relief he’d brought her but because of everything that had happened in the past year. Because of what had been taken from her. Her sense of security and safety. Her trust. Her ideas about sexuality.
She’d told Noah the truth earlier. Sex hadn’t been all that thrilling for her even before the rape. Still, she hadn’t feared it. Had dreamed of finding the man who could finally satisfy her. If nothing else, she’d enjoyed the physical contact and closeness of touching and being touched by another person. She’d missed that. Having just experienced it again made her feel as defenseless as a newborn baby.
But even as she basked in the pleasure of Noah’s touch, part of her wondered what she’d gotten herself into. He was far more dangerous than she’d ever thought. Somehow, he’d penetrated her emotional defenses as easily as his tongue and fingers had penetrated her body. And now what was she going to do?
Eventually, she calmed, her tears drying as he stroked her hair and back. At some point, he’d turned off the television and in the quiet stillness she heard their combined breaths mingling together. He kissed her cheeks, sipping the remnants of tears that still remained. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
He hugged her closer, and she felt her eye
s tearing up again.
She laughed. Smoothed her hand over his chest. “Sorry I got you all wet.”
He tipped up her chin with his finger, making her look at him. “Don’t be sorry. For anything. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life, querida.”
She rested her head against his shoulder and allowed herself to savor the feel of being in his arms. Soon, she’d have to get up, feed him dinner, and let him go. Then work with Kate on doing what she’d planned for months—getting close to Stavish. It’s all she’d thought about in the past year. Getting revenge. But somehow her desire for it seemed paltry compared to what had happened in the past few hours.
She didn’t want Noah to go. She wanted to talk to him. Ask him what his favorite color was. Get to know all the little things that created intimacy between two people. True intimacy that no amount of sex could manufacture.
“What are you thinking?”
She stirred briefly before settling back against him. “That I wish I knew more about you.”
He ran his fingertips lightly up and down her arm. “Yeah? And what do you wish you knew?” He jiggled her when she didn’t answer. “Come on. I’ll tell you anything you want.”
“Yeah right,” she snickered, but when she looked up at him, he wasn’t smiling.
“I’m serious, Jenna.”
Biting her lip, she considered what he was offering. Knew it was too precious to turn down. “Did you always know you wanted to be an Internal Affairs cop?”
“Yes.” His answer was swift. Proud. He obviously didn’t buy into accusations of being a turncoat or rat, two terms she’d often heard in relation to the kind of work he did. She was glad.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because no one should be above the law, especially the ones who are sworn to uphold it. Cops put themselves on the line every day. Good cops. Good people. Merecen respeto. They deserve respect; those masquerading as cops don’t.”
His words healed something inside her, a wound she hadn’t even known was there. They reminded her that although Stavish was powerful, perhaps true justice was more so. Perhaps her plan to expose Stavish would really make a difference.
