His to Taste (10 page)

“Don’t let your fear of the unknown keep you from fulfilling your desires.”

As I melted against him, he let go of my face to stroke my back soothingly. He tipped up my chin and I closed my eyes in breathless anticipation. When his firm lips finally touched mine, I marveled at the sensation and held myself perfectly still, terrified to ruin the moment again. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over mine, and I gasped when the tip of his tongue traced the closed seam of my lips. He used that opportunity to delve deeper into my mouth and I moaned when he stroked my tongue with his.

When I tentatively flicked my tongue against his in an answering parry, he groaned and remained still to allow me to do my own inquisitive exploration of his mouth. I nibbled on his lips experimentally and sighed when one of his strong hands tangled in my thick hair. His other hand had slipped underneath my blouse to massage my back and I reveled in the feel of his large hand nearly spanning the width of my lower back. He was so wonderfully masculine that I had never felt so delicately feminine before.

The more he caressed my flesh, the harder I devoured his mouth. My hands were conducting their own expedition and I let them wander along his broad shoulders and strong neck. When I started lazily grazing the back of his neck with my fingernails, he growled and grabbed my hips, only to sling me around his waist so that I was straddling him. My serviceable black skirt rode up dangerously on my thighs, but I was too overwhelmed with lust to care.

In this new position, I could feel the heavy ridge of his shaft rubbing insistently against me. The thick fabric of his expensive black trousers and my plain white bikini briefs were the only barriers between our heated flesh. I gasped at the intimate contact and rolled my hips experimentally. His grip tightened on my hips and he responded by kissing and licking at my sensitive neck, making me shiver and grind my pussy harder against his cock.

His lips trailed down towards my cleavage and he deftly unbuttoned my formerly crisp white blouse. Caught in a lustful daze, I was too transfixed by the sensations to feel embarrassed that I was now bared to the waist in only my black lacy bra. I stared at the top of his dark head as his head lowered and I felt his clever tongue trace my delicate flesh spilling over the tops of my bra. Whimpering, I threw back my head in bliss when his mouth fastened onto my taut nipple and his tongue swirled maddening patterns that made my toes curl.

“You taste so sweet,” he growled against my breasts as he lovingly laved at each firm globe. I clutched desperately at his head and squealed when he nipped gently at my aroused nipples. His large hands kneaded my plump breasts and I squirmed when he tweaked my sensitive nipples.

I arched against him, my body yearning for more contact. He breath grew ragged as he tugged roughly at my bra, yanking the filmy fabric down so that it framed my naked breasts in a dark lacy offering. Once his hot mouth engulfed my rosy nipple, I shuddered from the explosion of sensation. As he suckled harder, I felt as if there was a direct nerve ending shooting from between my nipple and my clit, and I clutched at his broad shoulders to keep my balance.

Amid the sensual haze, I could feel his hand trailing down my belly and delving under the twisted waistband of my skirt. I panicked a little at the newness of it all, and weakly pushed at his hand. I wanted to kick myself for interrupting my own sexual initiation, but I felt like I was rushing into something completely overwhelming and slightly frightening. Despite all of the erotica I’ve read and masturbated to, nothing could have ever prepared me for something as earth-shatteringly visceral as Jake Cochran.

My efforts must have resembled a tiny kitten batting at a ball of string, but he immediately stopped, staring questioningly into my eyes.

“I…” I whispered, shyly dropping my gaze. “I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t think I’m ready to do anything further.”

He gently tilted my chin up, and said, “Look at me, Lynn. There’s nothing for you to apologize for—in fact, I’m the one who owes you an apology if I’m rushing you.”

With an emphatic shake of my head, I cried, “No, everything was amazing! It’s just that this is all so new to me and I’ve never felt anything like this before. I guess a part of me is just a little scared—I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve ruined everything.”

I miserably clutched at the folds of my blouse to hide my nudity, but there was nothing I could do to hide my mortification at my awkwardness.

He chuckled, tucking me into his warmth, and I could feel the vibrations in his broad chest. I burrowed my flushed faced into the crook of his neck in misery. His hands were soothing on my back as he stroked me reassuringly. “Sweetheart,” he drawled. “There’s not a damn thing you could do to ruin anything. You drive me crazy with your sexy innocence, but I promise to follow your lead. Do you trust me to take things at a slower pace? I can make us both feel good without taking more than you’re willing to give.” His hand gently massaged my stiff neck and I felt the warm tendrils of heat licking deep in my belly again.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. “Please show me what I’ve been missing all these years.” I gasped when he easily lifted me and adjusted our position so that I was straddling his left thigh. The combination of his corded muscle pressing rigidly against my pussy and the fabric of his pants gently abrading my tender inner thighs made me bite back a throaty moan.

“Let go of your shirt.” His large hands grasped my squirming hips and his grip tightened once my half-bare breasts were offered once again to his devouring mouth.

“Now using both your hands, cup your lovely breasts together so that I can taste you again.” His deep commanding voice made my pussy throb and I quickly obeyed his request. He rewarded my compliance by lavishing his attention onto each tender nipple and I mewled for more and more.

I cried out when he started grinding his thigh harder against my aching mound. He held my hips firmly in place and rocked me back and forth until we could both feel my wetness soaking through the fabric of my panties and his slacks. Panting raggedly, I threw back my head and closed my eyes to allow the sensations to engulf me. I felt like invisible chains were holding my hands in place and I reveled in the feeling of being helpless, but I knew that I held all the control. Offering my breasts up to him made me feel so dirty and wanton, and I squirmed mindlessly as I ground my clit against his hard thigh. I let him guide my hips as I rubbed faster and faster against him, and he sucked harshly on my nipples until I sobbed in pleasure.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he growled against my tits. “Let yourself come. I won’t let you fall.” With one hand on my hip, he grabbed my bra and pulled my breasts closer to his face. I lurched forward and braced myself with one hand against his broad chest. My other hand slipped into my panties, and I shuddered as I started playing with my clit. My hips undulated wildly as I rubbed my aroused little bud and I felt myself soaring towards a blinding orgasm.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, my fingers working feverishly. “Oh, Mr. Cochran!” Clutching desperately at his neck, I rode out the tumultuous waves of my climax on his thigh and whimpered in bliss.

“That’s right, little one,” he murmured, his breath harsh in my ear. “I’ve got you.” He allowed my limp satiated body to collapse in his strong arms and kissed me until I was breathless.

Once both of our heartbeats stopped racing erratically, I slowly came back to my senses, and blushed at the realization that I had just come on my employer’s thigh. I shifted gingerly to try to climb off of him, but my sore legs protested, and I slumped back down on him again. He chuckled and settled me back into his arms. “What’s the hurry, sweetheart?”

I was too embarrassed to look at him so I stared at everything else in the kitchen but directly into those laughing blue eyes. “I…um…I…” I trailed off miserably. “I should tidy up the kitchen after our lunch, sir.”

I gasped in shock when he suddenly stood up with me still in his arms. “I think you’ve earned yourself a break,” he grinned. He started towards the hallway, and I threw my hands around his neck in alarm.

“But Mr. Cochran!” I protested, as we made our way up the stairs.
Oh, god, does he expect me to have sex with him already
? I blanched at the thought and felt completely out of my element. He pushed open my bedroom door with his foot, and I gaped at him as he lowered me onto my bed. “But…but…sir!”

“Oh, god, sweetheart,” he groaned, kneeling on the bed. “Don’t make me think about your butt when I’m forcing myself to do something that I haven’t done since I was a teenager.”

I tried not to shrink away from him too obviously, and said with a nervous quaver, “What do you mean?”

He casually tossed the covers over me and said, “Whenever I was lucky enough to have a bit of heavy petting with a beautiful girl, I would usually have to go take care of myself in the solitude of my own room. Get some rest, sweetheart.” With that, he pressed a final warm lingering kiss on my swollen lips, and closed the door behind him, leaving me confused but relieved.

I lay there panting, trying to let my poor overheated brain process the fact that Jake Cochran, the world famous writer, was my first official makeout partner. Did I really just end my perpetual celibacy by coming on my boss’ thigh? How could I possibly ever face him again? God, I might as well turn in my resignation letter tonight. What was I thinking to allow this to spiral so out of control into something that was so completely out of my element?

Rolling over and hugging my pillow against my sated body, I had to admit that he had kept his promise; he had watched me so carefully to make sure that I wasn’t feeling pressured. Never in my life had I ever felt so sexy and feminine as when I was sitting astride him and watching him suckle on my breasts. I realized that the thought of how my body might have looked to him never even crossed my mind as I was completely engulfed in my passion for him.

Closing my eyes, it was easy to conjure up the image of his eyes darkening with lust as he stared down at me before he kissed me. Instead of feeling self-conscious about my body, I felt confident in my sexual power and in the pleasure that my body granted me. Jake Cochran was turned on by me; but more importantly, I reveled in that heady realization that I finally found someone that made me horny enough to finally explore my sexuality. If he was willing to teach me, then I would be an eager student.

As my thoughts wandered down toward those lovely fantasies I bookmarked online, I realized with a start that I had been unconsciously rubbing myself gently against my soft pillow. After all these years of taking matters into my own hands, why should I squander the opportunity for a real lesson with a gorgeous, sexy man down the hall?

With my blouse still haphazardly buttoned and my skirt still rumpled beyond saving, I left my room and ventured down the hallway. I paused at his closed bedroom door, sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and gently tapped on the door.

“Yes?”

Swallowing thickly, I said, “Pardon me, Mr. Cochran, but I have a question for you. Can I…um…can I come in, sir?”

“Of course, little one.”

Opening the door slowly, I peeked in and saw that he was still in his slacks, but had already removed his shirt. He was leaning over his nightstand, and writing furiously on a small notepad. I paused mid-step and just gaped at the pure perfection of his muscular torso. I knew his shoulders were broad, but his chiseled abs and lightly furred chest took my breath away. I had always stolen quick little glances when I crossed him in the gym, but it felt indulgent and voyeuristic to finally give myself free reign to devour him with my gaze. My eyes dropped past his lean hips and I gasped softly when I saw the outline of his aroused cock, straining against the fabric of his pants.

He closed his notepad and turned to face me fully. Grinning, he leaned his hip onto the nightstand and asked, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He apparently had no qualms about me seeing the raging erection tenting his slacks and I felt emboldened by his lack of self-consciousness.

I straightened my shoulders and said, “I know these are odd circumstances, Mr. Cochran, but I was hoping that you would satisfy my curiosity. I’ve never actually seen a man…um…up close before. You said that you were going to finish yourself off, and I would like to watch you.” I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I held my gaze steady. His blue eyes glittered in the dim light and his cheekbones were taut with desire as he considered my request.

Before I lost my nerve, I strode over to his large bed and sat resolutely on the corner. Crossing my arms, I tilted up my chin in a silent dare and waited for him to respond.

With a low chuckle, he shrugged and said, “Well, who am I to stand in the way of your education, sweetheart?” He unzipped his slacks, and I stared in wonderment as he kicked them off to the side, and slid smoothly onto the bed. His black boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his erection and my hands itched to rip them off of him. He leaned back against his pillows and shot me a lazy grin. “What’s on the lesson plan, little scholar?”

Having him stare at me so intently made my breath catch a little. My bravado wavered slightly then, but I managed to murmur, “I want you to take off everything and I want to see you jerk yourself off, sir.” I curled my legs up underneath me and primly smoothed my skirt down over my thighs to hide my nervousness.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. My eyes widened as he slowly peeled off the last vestige of clothing. There was no way around it; Mr. Cochran’s cock was formidable. It bobbed gently under the heavy weight of his thick shaft, and the broad mushroom tip glistened in the soft light. His balls were lightly furred, and had tightened up in his arousal. I realized with an embarrassed start that I had been gaping at his penis, and I closed my mouth with an audible snap.