Unexpected Romance (7 page)

He
grabbed her head, cradled it between his hands. "I have dark
erotic fantasies. Want to hear about them?" he asked, crushing
his lips against hers.

She
pushed against his chest. He let her go a little. "I don't want
to hear what you think about in your fantasies."

He
traced his tongue against her bottom lip. "You star in all them,
Tonya."

"Tony,"
she said.

"I
prefer Tonya. In here." He pulled her close for another kiss.
Just before he put his mouth to hers, she was opening her mouth to
speak. It let him taste her. He tilted her head to the side and kept
a firm hold. She relaxed a little, as his tongue rubbed against hers
in a promise of things to come.

A
moment later, she stopped fighting him. Instead of pushing on his
shoulders, her fingers curled around them. Her body tried to keep
close to him; she molded herself to him.

He
pulled back to kiss her neck and ear and see if she was fucking with
him. Her hips ground against his, mindlessly. Her movements were
jerky, not practiced.

He
slanted his mouth over hers. She tried to match his movements.

Damn,
not only was she a virgin, she hadn't had much practice in kissing.
He should leave now. He wasn't used to being the teacher, he tried to
pick partners more experienced than him. And with that came a touch
of cynicism. There was no need to explain that he didn't commit, the
women he usually picked knew it already.

He
pulled back a little. "Relax a little, Tonya." She
shuddered against him. "Relax, and do what comes naturally. I
won't hurt you. If you say stop, I will stop and go have a cold
shower." He kissed the spot behind her ear he had been
whispering in.

"I'll
try," she whispered.

He
started kissing her again. this time his hand grabbed the bottom of
her shirt and pulled up. He bared her breasts then covered them with
his hands. He excited her nipples, making them tighten, her hips
jumping with each tug. Then he lowered his head, pulled the tiny bud
into the heat of his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue making lazy
circles.

At
first she tried to jerk away, not used to such intimacy. He held her
firmly, his ears open to any demands to stop. Nothing came, so he
moved to the second breast.

She
was pressing her legs together. He slipped a hand between her thighs,
pushing them apart a little. He rubbed against her soft mound,
through her clothing. He lifted his head to watch her. She buried her
face in his shoulder, while she rubbed herself on his hand.

Her
breathing became hitched and she wrapped her arms around him. Her
body was vigorously using his hand to press against. When she
stopped, her whole body shook.

He
caught her before she fell. He studied her face. She was red and once
her eyes focused, she looked embarrassed.

"Don't,"
he said. "Don't ever feel ashamed of your body's response. It's
natural, it's beautiful. And it's sexy as hell."

His
cock felt as if it were in a vise.

He
moved her to the bed. She had a double in here to his single.
Perfect.

He
rested his forehead against hers. "Can I take your pants off?"

She
lifted her hands, but they trembled. "I can't- I don't-, not
..." She looked away from him.

"If
it helps, mine will stay on."

"W-wh-what
will you d-d-do?" She had gone back to being so tense, her teeth
were chattering and her legs were shaking.

"Touch
you, maybe taste you. Make you come again. You're beautiful when it
happens."

"What
about you?" she asked.

"I'll
make my own way," he said. "I can stand a little delayed
gratification. If you promise to go out with me, on the weekend."
He toyed with the button on her pants, making it pop out of it's
hole. "If I'm in town. I'm having trouble remembering anything."

"All
right." She said, as he gripped her waistband and wiggled it
downward.

"All
right what?" he asked.

She
looked at the ceiling as if it would give her a sign.

He
had her pants down over her hips. She lifted her ass so he could move
them further down.

"I'll
go out with you."

He
got her pants over her legs. She wore a pair of cotton underwear.
"Exactly what I thought you'd be in."

"I
choose my underwear for comfort, not for someone else to gawk at."

He
pressed a hand between her legs, which made her next words fall from
her lips. Her underwear was wet. He was dying, but he had to move
slowly.

He
slipped a finger under the crotch and let it brush her velvet lips.
Her body took over and relaxed her legs. He wormed his finger in to
find his goal. He thought she might come off the bed when he touched
her clit. He stroked her gently there.

He
paused to remove her panties.

Fuck,
it took all his self control to keep from taking his own pants off
and sinking deep inside her. Despite her assertions that she dressed
for comfort, not sex, she had remarkably well-groomed pubic hair.

He
slipped one finger inside her body, it was so tight he groaned.
Fucking hell. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked it. He slipped it
back in and offered it to her. She shook her head. "No,
thank-you."

"Taste
yourself, Tonya. What your desire tastes like." Her tongue
darted out, lapping his finger. Desire went straight to his cock,
pulling tighter.

He
held her knees apart and settled between them. He spread her nether
lips so he could look at her beautiful clit, waiting for his
attention, begging for it. He gave it. And once she stopped fighting
him, he pushed a finger inside her, the tight walls gripping him even
tighter.

If
he was going to make love to her, he'd have to work on stretching her
first, or it might kill one of them. If this didn't kill him first.

He
flicked his tongue against her clit and she yelped. God, he hoped the
basement was far enough away from Corey's bedroom. Or that his host
had spent the money to soundproof everything.

It
took less than three minutes, before she came. He kept pushing and
she came a second time, then she panted, "Stop. Please, Chris.
Stop."

He
wanted to keep going, to give her a third right away, but he moved
away from her. He laid his head on her belly, rising and falling.

When
they had both recovered, he kissed her forehead, cheeks and finally
lips. "Thank you for letting me touch you," he said,
rolling away from her. There was no hiding his arousal. She couldn’t
stop staring at it.

"What
will you do?"

"What
guys do. Use my hand and my imagination. Unless you want to help."

She
slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Her body remained frozen in
place.

"No,
I guess you've had enough firsts tonight. How about watching?"

She
didn't move. Then a tiny nod. "I've never seen a … uh…
well. You know."

Seriously?
He kicked his sweatpants and boxers off. He'd need them as cleanup.
He stood before her, letting her look. He hoped she'd reach out and
touch him, except that he might go off like a rocket.

"Seen
enough?"

She
nodded and he sat on the edge of her bed. She propped herself up with
pillows as he wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock. He closed
his eyes and pretended it was her hand wrapped around him. That it
was the tight walls of her cunt, pulling him into her. And he was
right, his mind was almost as powerful as the real thing, he felt a
familiar shudder start. He looked over at Tonya.

She
was smiling, watching his hand pump back and forth. And that was all
it took to make him come. He watched her as the orgasm rocked him,
relaxation coming over him.

Then
he remembered where he was. He grabbed his pants and wiped up what he
could from his body and floor. He kissed the top of her head and
pulled the blanket over her naked body. "Good night, Tonya."

"Night
Chris. Thank you for everything."

He
hightailed it back to his own room before he could touch her again.
If he did that, he'd probably windup doing something they’d
regret. No need for that yet.

Thank
God, the morning after her little “discussion” with
Chris, he left town. She couldn't have faced him after what they had
done. What she had let him do.

Had
anything felt so good in her life? Pure physical pleasure.

Had
she ever felt so confused in her life?

He
texted her while he was gone. Asking her what she was up to, being
conversational. Reminding her that when he got back it would be the
weekend, and they'd have their date.

He
never mentioned the incident. The sex.

She
stared at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. She admitted it.
She'd had sex with Chris. Sex.

Today
was the day she couldn’t avoid. Their dinner date. She'd told
Nicole what was happening, she promised to help with Corey. That had
been a whole other conversation.

She'd
got her nails done today. Her haircut a few days ago. She and Jessa
went shopping and bought a new outfit for this. The Date.

He
knocked on her door and said he’d wait for her upstairs. That
was when she went to the bathroom to put make-up on, and wound up
staring at herself in the mirror. Wondering what would happen after
their date.

First,
she had to go upstairs and see him. And not melt in a puddle of sex.
Nor beg him to take her downstairs and finish the promise he'd left
her with.

She
was unprepared for Chris. Nothing in her experiences had prepared
her. She suddenly felt her age, twenty, too young. Too old to be a
virgin, too young to understand sex and relationships.

She
pushed away from the counter. Ready to face her fate.

She
went upstairs and found Chris in the living room. Jessa and Tanner
were there as well, watching television together. She frowned at
them. Strange. "Mom's got Corey upstairs. He's kind of…
unhappy," Jessa said.

"He
said he'd hurt me if I hurt you," Chris said.

Tony
groaned. "I'll talk to him tomorrow." She wished she'd had
time to talk with him about this now. She had no idea he’d be
this upset about her going on a date.

On
the other hand, she hadn't told Corey about the date until today. She
kept meaning to, but he was out of town.

"Maybe
we shouldn't," Chris said. "I don't want to create problems
between you and your brother."

"Give
me a minute, please."

She
hiked up the stairs and knocked on the door. Nicole opened it. "Not
a good time."

She
looked past her to her brother. "Nic, let me talk to him for a
minute."

Nicole
looked over her shoulder before she opened the door all the way.

"Feel
free to stay," Tony threw over her shoulder at her
sister-in-law. "Hey, big bro."

"I
don't like this," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I
know."

"He's,
he's, he's… like I was."

"I
know that, too. It's a date Corey. Not marriage. I'm not in love with
him. If we have sex, I'll make sure to use protection. Okay?"

He
nodded. "I care about you. I want to protect you. I want you to
be happy."

"I
know. I appreciate it. But I've been living in a damn cave, for like
two years. I need to go out. I'll be okay. If I'm not, I'll let you
know. You can kick his ass."

"I
might anyway, so I can feel better."

"Go
downstairs and enjoy your kids. They adore you. Don't wait up for
us."

He
glowered.

"Give
me a hug." He hugged her and she headed for the door. "Nicole,
do the thing that makes him happy."

Nicole
laughed. "Yeah, getting laid usually makes him happy. Have fun
Tony."

She
went downstairs and smiled at Chris. She offered her elbow to him.
"Shall we?"

When
they were outside, he looked at her. "Do I need to watch my
back?"

"No.
As I told him, it's a date, we aren't going to run away and get
married, we aren't in love. And if we have sex, it will be safe sex."

"All
right, well. I'm not sure what I should say to that."

They
stopped at his rental car and he opened the passenger door. "It
was a promise to Corey, not to you," she said. Then she slid
into the car.

"Understood."
He went around the car and got into the driver's seat. "Because
of all the weirdness, I never got to tell you how great you look."

She
looked down at her outfit. She was wearing her new skinny jeans that
hugged her ass, and light, blue sweater. She smiled up at him. "Thank
you. Sorry about the weirdness." She sighed. "Nothing in my
family has ever been normal. It must be like the twilight zone for
you living here."