Nailed (7 page)

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She just nodded, but then stroked down his stomach. Her fingers stopped at the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened them and drew out his cock. Her eyes widened then she slowly reached for him and wrapped her hand around him.

God, the feel of her holding him like that … He pressed his hand deeper into her jeans and found the soft flesh, then ran his fingertips lightly over her folds. He pushed between them until he found her opening. Then he glided inside. Fuck, the feel of her hot slickness enveloping his fingers drove him wild.

He wrapped his other hand around hers, squeezing him, then guided her hand up and down. She followed his lead, stroking him as he swirled his fingers in her melting heat. He slid out and stroked her slit, then found her clitoris.

She gasped as he stroked it, almost as if she’d never had a man do that to her before.

He wanted to see her, so he grasped her jeans and pulled them down. Her hand fell away from his cock as he moved to pull them off her legs, and then he reached for her panties. He noticed she was biting her lip. He smiled and swooped down for a kiss, then tugged her black panties down her legs. She kicked them away as he gazed at her.

He was right, her pussy was not shaven. He ran his fingers over the curls. So soft and dark. A perfect contrast to her pink petals.

“Do I look strange?” she asked, concern etching her eyes.

“Strange?” He could barely tear his gaze from her lovely pussy to stare at her in a daze.

“Well, I know most girls…” She sucked in a breath. “I mean, I didn’t know we were going to…”

He laughed. “It’s fine. It’s … different.”

Disappointment filled her eyes and he realized that—at least in this—she didn’t want to be different.

He leaned in and kissed her. “You’re perfect,” he murmured.

He felt her fingers wrap around his cock again and she stroked.

“Do you want me to go down on you?” she asked uncertainly.

He chuckled. “That would be very nice, but how about I go down on you instead?”

He slid off the couch to his knees, missing the feel of her hand around him as it slipped away. He leaned forward and nuzzled her stomach, then kissed downward to her curls. He stroked over them with both hands, then opened the petals of flesh and licked her.

“Ohhh,” she cried.

The sound excited him, and sent his cock lurching. He found her clit and circled it with his tongue, then lapped at it.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her head lolling back on the couch.

Fuck, she was so responsive.

He suckled and she arched. His hand glided up her side, and then he cupped her breast. She rested her hand on his and squeezed. He rolled his tongue over her bud, then stroked her slit. He slid his finger inside her, his cock twitching with need. Her opening was so hot and inviting and he could hardly wait to drive his cock deep inside her. He suckled her harder as he slid another finger inside.

At her moan, he wanted to pull his fingers free and press his erection to her. To drive in deep and hard. Fuck, maybe she’d like that. He could take her fast and hard now, then again later. He could take her up on her offer of oral sex to get him ready again right away.

He lifted his head, ready to shift into position, but the sight of her face glowing with pleasure took his breath away. He kept gliding his fingers inside her.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Ohhh, yes.”

Fuck. He could come on the spot.

He leaned forward and licked her clit, to her moan. Then he settled in and tweaked her nub between his lips. He teased and squeezed, then suckled hard.

“Oh, yes. Oh, God.” She arched against him.

She was close. His cock ached as he gazed up at her, her hot flesh in his mouth. She breathed in deep pants, and he could feel it. Her body tensing, then arching up against him as she moaned her release. Her face glowed and the sounds she uttered made his whole body tense with need.

“Oh, Kane. That’s…” Then she whimpered.

He drove his fingers deeper, thrusting gently. Her moans became louder and then … Oh, God, she wailed so loudly he feared the neighbors would call the police.

But screw them. He nearly came at the sound of her reedy cries of pleasure.

Finally, her moans faded and she slumped on the couch. He gave her one last lick then flattened his hands on her belly and rested his chin on them, staring up at her with a smile.

“I think you enjoyed that.”

Her eyes turned to him and the look of wonder took his breath away.

“I never imagined…” Her words trailed off and she just shook her head.

“You’ve never had a guy do that to you before?”

She shook her head. He couldn’t help smiling, pleased he’d been the first to give her that pleasure.

He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then kissed her. She stroked his cheek and deepened the kiss. Her nipples were hard beads pressing into his chest and his cock twitched with need. He eased back and gazed at her naked body.

“You are beautiful.”

She smiled timidly. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. She sat down on the bed as he stripped off his pants, and then shed his boxers. Her gaze was locked on his cock as he walked toward her. She wrapped her hand around him, a look of awe on her face. He stepped closer as she stroked him, her soft hand gliding his length, starting a slow burn inside him. Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip of him.

Her tongue brushed against him, then she opened and slid her lips around him, taking his cockhead into her mouth. She squeezed, her tongue lapping over his tip. Then she started to suck. Her hand continued moving up and down his shaft.

“Oh, God, baby, I love that, but…” He drew her away from him. “I really just want to be inside you right now.” He smiled. “But I promise you can do that later.”

She gazed up at him, looking a little uncertain, and then she lay back on the bed. She opened her legs in invitation, and the sight of her glistening pink folds—reminding him of how sweet and wet she was—had him prowling over her immediately.

He grasped his rock-hard cock in his hand and dragged the tip over her soft, wet flesh.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He centered his cockhead and pushed in a little.

She stiffened beneath him.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go slow.”

She was probably a bit intimidated by his size, since he was bigger than most guys he knew.

He pressed a little deeper, the feel of her warmth around him sending his hormones racing. God, he wanted to be buried deep inside her, but he forced himself to move slowly.

But she was so tight, her passage gripping his cockhead snuggly.

She tensed as he pushed deeper.

“I know I’m big, baby, but just relax.”

She nodded, but her eyes were filled with apprehension.

He leaned forward and licked her nipple, then suckled softly. She arched against his mouth and he slid a little deeper into her.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.

“God, please push inside me.”

He kissed up her chest, then nuzzled her neck. “I want to baby, but I’m trying to go slow for you.”

“Screw slow. Please do it now.”

At her encouragement, he thrust forward. She cried out and he knew something wasn’t right. He lifted his head and gazed at her, seeing a tear streaking down her face.

Chapter Six

“What the hell?” As soon as the thought skittered through Kane’s brain, he went into shock. “Are you … a virgin?”

“Not now.”

“Oh, fuck.” He tried to pull away, but she clutched him to her chest.

“You aren’t going to stop, are you?” she asked in a panicked voice.

“I wish you’d told me. I could have…” He could have what? Been gentler?

No, what he would have done was stopped this whole thing.

“Please don’t stop.” Her wide eyes beseeched him. “Please don’t … reject me.”

Fuck! He kissed her fiercely, then drew back, his cock sliding along her slick passage. He slowly glided forward again. She was still tense, but he stroked out and in again. Slowly. And again. She started to relax and the apprehension in her eyes turned to desire.

He continued filling her, his cock stroking her deeply. She moaned, clinging to his shoulders. Pleasure vibrated through him and the look of absolute bliss on her face filled him with jubilance. He thrust deeply now, loving her moans of pleasure.

“Oh, Kane, it feels so good. I…” She gasped. “Oh, God, I…”

Then she moaned, her face glowing in pleasure.

He thrust deep into her body, riding her hard as she gasped and trilled. Heat flooded his groin and he tensed, then groaned as he erupted inside her.

He kept pumping as she rode the wave of pleasure, watching her face in blissful abandon.

She was so beautiful.

Finally they collapsed on the bed together. He rolled to his side and pulled her close, her soft body tight against him.

That had been phenomenal. But, fuck, he couldn’t believe he’d just taken her virginity. That had never been part of the plan.

Present

“Things seemed to be going pretty well, until I told her about the partnership. That’s when she bolted,” Kane explained to Will.

Will picked up his coffee again and leaned back in the leather chair.

“I would imagine. So why don’t you think it’s over?”

“I told her not to be rash and suggested we meet at Hades tomorrow evening.”

Will’s eyebrow rose. “Do you think she will?”

Kane shrugged. “She wants this pretty badly. But you’re right, that may not be enough. So, I’m going to ask you for a favor.”

*   *   *

River picked up the tall cocktail the waitress placed in front of her and sucked on the straw. The frozen mango-berry was sweet and delicious and she knew she had to pace herself or she’d drink the whole thing in five minutes.

“Tell me. Why are we sitting here instead of at Hades where the opportunity of a lifetime is waiting for you?” Tia took a sip of her Mango Tango.

“I don’t want to sell my soul for a business opportunity.”

“Are you worried because you think he’ll expect sex from you?”

River poked her straw up and down in the fruity slush. “I know he will.”

Tia grinned. “Is he good-looking?”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Well … He’s good-looking. Rich. What’s the problem?”

“You think I should prostitute myself to get my business going?”

Tia giggled. “You’re being way too serious. You guys dated in college. You were obviously attracted to him. Now he wants to start it up again. It’s not like he’s some stranger forcing you into something. It sounds like he seriously wants things to work between you.”

River glared at her friend. “How would you know? You weren’t there.”

Tia shrugged. “The romantic in me, I guess.”

River stared at her drink. “You don’t know. What happened between us…” She shook her head, her cheeks flushing.

“You’re right, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

River’s chest constricted. She didn’t want to talk about something so painful.

Tia took River’s hand and squeezed it. “I mean it, Riv. Tell me about it. Help me understand.”

River compressed her lips, and then sucked in a deep breath. “We were different people. He was the well-dressed, clearly-has-money rich kid who had all the right friends and connections and had his whole future mapped out. I was the mess. Crazy hair. Crazy clothes. Trashy family. Hardly any friends.”

Tia grinned. “You still dress a little crazy.”

“Crazy’s a harsh word,” River said defensively.

She actually wore a simple black dress tonight, but she glanced down at the black high heels she wore, a little self-consciously. She’d taken a silver Sharpie and drawn an intricate design on them to give them some pizzazz. And the same on her clutch purse so it would match. She wore a beaded necklace. She’d dyed the beads herself—various shades of blue to green—and woven them together to create a multicolored coil with a teardrop crystal hanging from the end, and a tassel of beads below that.

Tia patted her hand. “You know what I mean. And you know that I love your look. And your nail polish.” She lifted River’s hand and admired her nails. “I’m loving the turquoise!” She arched an eyebrow. “You know I’m still waiting for my bottle of Tia Wanna polish that you promised me. I mean, it’s named after me, so it’s really cruel of you to make me wait so long.”

River laughed. “I’ll be getting my supplies next week and I’ll make it for you then. I promise.”

Tia Wanna wasn’t part of the collections she’d done for the Kickstarter, but was part of the next collection she planned to release.

“Okay.” Tia sipped her drink. “Now you were saying … He was the rich hottie and you were the crazy girl. Go.”

River laughed. “I’d argue the crazy, but with what happened…” She shrugged. “He just asked me out one day. Right out of the blue.”

“Don’t tell me. You’d been mooning over him for months and then suddenly, like in a fairy tale, he asked you to the prom and you were swept away.”

“You are a nutcase, you know that? It was during exams and he asked me to study.”

“Because you were the smart chick?”

“Am I telling this story or are you just going to make stuff up?”

Tia grinned. “We could do both.”

River sighed. When Tia had a couple of drinks, she got playful.

“In fact, he was the smart one,” River clarified. “At least in chemistry.”

“Yeah, chemistry.” Tia winked and nudged River’s shoulder.

“Tia, do you want to hear, or not?” But River couldn’t help the smile curling her lips.

Tia sipped her drink. “Okay, I’ll be good.” She rested her chin on her hands and put on her listening face.

“He asked me to study, then after the exam he invited me to a party. I felt really out of place.”

“And he dumped you because his friends didn’t like you?”

River shot her a glance.

“Sorry.” Tia sipped her drink.

“No, actually he introduced me to his best friend, who seemed to like me, and both of them stood up for me when guys were rude to me.”