The Hidden (The Hidden Trilogy) (23 page)

Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies… Nope, not working.

Reluctantly, I let go of her breast and leaned down, resting my forehead against hers as I closed my eyes. My breathing–already erratic–hitched when her fingers trailed down the length of hair just under my navel. My eyes popped open, only to see her stop at the hem of my pants and dip her fingers underneath the waistband of my boxers. I forgot to breathe as my eyes squeezed shut again, feeling her run through my underlying patch of curls. My cock twitched, like it knew she was in the area and might stop by for a visit.

She removed her hand and I opened my eyes, seeing her look at me. My breathing returned–albeit shallowly–as I stroked her cheek. God, she was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. She looked down and undid my fly, then reached into it, into the flap of my boxers, and gripped my shaft.

“
Fuck
,” Thomas groaned, clenching his jaw as his hips bucked.

I’d never felt this particular part of a guy before, so I didn’t know what to expect. I was surprised at how warm it was. And how
soft
. It was softer than any of his other skin, impossible as that was. It was still inside his pants, so I couldn’t see it, but it felt…bigger than I’d expected.
Much
bigger. I could barely wrap my hand around it. This was definitely too big to fit where it was supposed to go…

Oh, man, that’s gonna hurt. A lot.

Our foreheads were still pressed together as I started to stroke him. His eyes slid closed as his face twisted into a grimace of pleasure, his breath washing over me, warm and sweet. Any worry that I might not do this right vanished with his reassuring (and totally hot) reactions. The muscles between my legs clenched, and I felt the growing wet spot on my panties. Size be damned, I wanted him inside me.

Thomas moaned and grabbed my wrist, stilling my hand. “Gimme a sec,” he breathed, a pained expression on his face. “I’m too close.”

I nodded against him and removed my hand from his pants. He exhaled slowly before opening his eyes. They were inches from mine and such a dark blue they almost looked black.

I was just about to ask him about them when he grazed my stomach, going lower and lower until he reached the hem of my shorts. He paused, and when I didn’t stop him, he dipped his fingers underneath, inside my panties.

My breathing hitched–just as his had–when they disappeared inside the fabric. I had half a second to be self-conscious about my wet panties before he made contact with my most intimate, never-been-touched parts, and all thought went out the window.

Holy shit.

My fingers were greeted with warm, wet flesh, slick with her arousal and totally free from any hair. I knew going bare down there was a trend among women now, but I hadn’t experienced it firsthand. It wasn’t popular the last time I’d been intimate with a woman, which was over forty years ago.

I slid over her soft and oh-so slippery folds as I explored her. Yep, I
definitely
liked this new trend.

My finger glided over her little bundle of nerves. Even
I
knew that was important, though not from personal experience. She gasped and gripped my waist, her fingers digging into my skin. I rubbed circles around it, hoping to hell I was doing this right. Her nails dug into me as her breathing quickened and her eyes slid closed.

I’ll take that as a 
“
yes.
”

It took me a few seconds of this to work up enough courage to finally move lower and slip my finger inside her.
Fuck me, she was hot, and tight as a fist.

She moaned as I slowly withdrew and worked myself back in. With our faces only inches apart, our breaths mingled as our breathing accelerated, to the point we were almost panting. My whole body tensed with the effort it took not to rip off her clothes and take her up against the wall.

Snaking her hand through the hair at the nape of my neck, she pulled me closer and kissed me fiercely, like her life depended on it. I slipped a second finger inside her, her muscles clenching around me. Our tongues danced back and forth before she took my bottom lip between her teeth and sucked.

Fuck.

I grabbed her leg with my free hand and hitched it around my waist so I could thrust my fingers deeper. My erection pressed up against her belly, the friction threatening to make the orgasm I felt at the tip of my cock spill out.

She broke the kiss, her face flushed as she breathed heavily. “There’s a condom in my nightstand.”

I froze and stared at her, my fingers still awkwardly inside her. “Uh…okay.” Setting her leg down, I withdrew myself from her and her panties.

She pulled down the covers and climbed under, wiggling until she pulled off her remaining clothes and tossed them on the floor, her bare shoulders and arms peeking out from the sheets. Her panties landed by my feet and my heart started thundering, but for an entirely different reason than it had ten seconds ago.

Exhaling as inconspicuously as I could, I walked around her bed, rubbing the back of my neck to hide my shaking hands.

I could do this. I could handle it. It wouldn’t be as bad as I was making it out to be…

Oh, hell. Who was I kidding? This was going to be a disaster.

I kicked off my flip-flops next to her nightstand and opened the top drawer. Next to a paperback book and a tube of cherry ChapStick, there was a bright blue foil packet, with a ring clearly visible through the molded plastic. A fleeting thought passed through my mind as soon as I saw it: exactly how many guys had she shown the top drawer of her nightstand to?

I palmed it and closed the drawer, refusing to dwell on it. There was nothing I could do about her sexual past, no matter how much I might want to erase it.

Turning my back to the bed, I undid the button of my fly and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers, pulling it all down and letting it drop to the floor. Em had pushed back the covers for me and I sat on the edge of the bed.

The wrapper crinkled as I tore it open and tossed it aside. I’d never actually seen a condom in person before, but I was surprised to find the rubbery material was kind of slimy and smelled strongly of plastic. I wished I could tell Em that we didn’t even need to use one, since I couldn’t get her pregnant before she matured, but the whole “we’re a different species” talk was probably best saved for another time.

I fumbled with the condom, putting it on backwards at first before flipping it over and rolling it down my shaft. It was way too tight, and I winced as the ring dug into the base of my cock.

Lifting up the sheets, I climbed under and got on top of her. Her body was soft and warm underneath me, but I didn’t have the chance to properly admire it. Or even see it, really. She bent her knees and spread her legs, allowing me to lay cradled between them as she gripped my waist. I shifted, propping my weight on my left arm as I used my right hand to position myself at her entrance.

I pushed against her gently, trying to guide myself in, but she was so tight and wet that I just slipped up her folds. My eyes slid closed at the sensation, slightly dulled by the condom, but
unbelievable
nonetheless. I still felt her incredible heat through the thin layer of latex.

Her dark hair fanned out around her, and I briefly lowered my face into it, trying to calm myself. It wouldn’t be good if I came before we even got started. Premature ejaculation was definitely a mood killer.

It wasn’t easy to back away when I was
thisclose
to the precipice, and the scent of her arousal permeating the air didn’t help things at all. God, I even smelled her on my skin. It was incredible.

A bead of sweat sprouted on my forehead as I lined myself up with her entrance again. Her heart thrummed against my chest as she bit her lip, a worried little crease forming between her delicate brows. I pushed forward, meeting clenched resistance at first. A little further and I felt myself start to push into enveloping warmth. I worked myself in slowly, feeling her start to stretch and accommodate me. I’d just gotten the tip in when she placed her hands on my chest.

“Thomas, wait– I– I need to tell you something.”

With tremendous effort, I stilled. My instincts, however, told me to keep going–to thrust forward and not stop pumping into her until I came, spilling my seed inside her. I gripped the sheets by her head, my body slightly shaking from the effort it took to hold still.

“What?” I breathed, looking down at her.

That worried little crease was still between her brows and she’d bitten her bottom lip so hard, there were teeth marks when she released it to speak. “I just– I thought you should know that I’ve never– I mean, I haven’t–” She looked away and gnawed on her lip again.

I frowned as I tried to make sense of her words. Was she saying what I
thought
she was saying? “Em… Are you a virgin?”

I caught a small nod from her before a screeching blare broke out in the building. I winced, trying very hard not to cover my ears. For one, it wouldn’t be very manly, and two, it would come off as odd since the decibel wasn’t high enough (for humans) to warrant such a reaction. Belatedly, I realized it was the fire alarm.

I pulled out what little bit of me was inside her and rolled away, my cock screaming in protest. Emily held the sheets to her chest, covering her nakedness, and sat up.

“We should probably go,” she mumbled, wrapping the sheet around her as she stood from the bed and reached down to pick up her clothes from the floor.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

Sitting up, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed a tissue from the top of her nightstand. I wrapped it around my painfully stiff cock and pulled off the unused condom, the suction causing a little
thwack
as it came off. I balled it all up in my fist, noticing the ring had left an indentation at the base of my shaft. I rubbed the tender skin gently, wincing as I tossed the tissue and its contents into a nearby trash can.

Bending down, I picked up my boxers and jeans, stuck my legs through them, and stood to pull them up over my hips. I pushed my erection up, laying it flat against my lower abdomen, and redid my fly. The head of my cock poked out from the top of my jeans, as if to let me know it was
still
there and
still
unsatisfied.

Insistent bastard.

Like I could
really
forget I had a hard-on that rivaled a frozen diamond.

I pulled the waistband of my boxers up, covering the demanding fucker, and turned around to face Em. She was already dressed, and reaching out to hand me my shirt.

“Thanks.” I grabbed it and slipped on my flip-flops. My jaw clenched as I tried to block out the high-pitched ringing of the fire alarm, but to no avail. It was quickly giving me a migraine.

“Should we go to your place?” Em asked as she grabbed her purse and keys off her desk.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, trying
really
hard to focus and seem normal. “You wanna spend the night?”

She stopped and stared at me. “Really?”

I nodded and pulled my shirt on. I’d planned on asking her before this whole sex debacle even started. I didn’t want her to think I only asked because I wanted to finish what we started, but at that moment, I didn’t really care. The ringing in my ears was not from the alarm anymore.

I have to get out of here.
Now
.

She grinned and grabbed a small duffel bag from her closet. “Lemme get my stuff together.”

I hitched my thumb towards her front door. “I’m gonna go start the car and pull it around front, okay?”

She nodded absently and said, “ ’Kay,” as she went about the room, gathering her things.

I started walking to the door, rubbing my forehead along the way. The headache would easily fade once I was outside. The massive case of blue balls I had brewing would
not
.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Covering my mouth, I yawned. Thomas and I had been watching TV on his couch for a few hours now, with a good three feet of space between us. We’d mostly watched in silence, occasionally exchanging little glances throughout. Things had been awkward and quiet since we got…interrupted, and I didn’t know how to fix it.