He lifted her high enough her breasts lined up with his mouth and as his lips closed around one nipple, pleasure took over.
Every part of her, satisfied and happy from what he’d already given her. Every part aching for more.
“Joel, please.” She trembled on the verge of another orgasm, and three was two more than her usual. She didn’t want to waste this one. “I want to feel what it’s like. I want to know.”
He nodded, and lowered her carefully, his hand between her legs to guide the way. “Don’t rush. Take your time. I know you might have heard otherwise, but trust me, okay?”
She wanted to rush, not to get the virgin thing over, but because she was so damn ready. “You’ve got me aching.”
“I want to feel you around me too.” He kissed the tip of her nose and flashed his suggestive grin. “Sexy, sexy woman.”
The head of his cock slipped through her folds. Vicki held herself up, not sure what to expect. The near instant pressure wasn’t it. “Umm…”
He supported her in place. “Slowly. Let yourself stretch a little.”
She rolled her hips, trying not to lose him, but also not to drive him any farther in. “Joel?”
“Put your hands on my shoulders and wait.”
Once he was sure she was braced, his hands went over her body. One to play with her breasts, the other back down to her clit. She took in a deep breath, but as soon as he began the rubbing motion, there was no way she could remain tense.
Vicki tried again to lower her hips, and this time it was different. It still hurt, but now the sensation of being pressed in two was somehow good. The pain almost a counter to the intense pleasure, and that contrast made her feel alive.
Joel swallowed hard, and she pressed her lips to his chin for a second. “Thank you for being patient.”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. She slid over him again and something gave, and this time her hips went all the way down. The initial jolt of pain made her gasp before the overriding sensation switched to fullness. Stretched to the maximum, Vicki was scared to move.
Her ass rested on his thighs, his cock fully inside her. She stilled and just took it in. As she waited for the pain to recede, she did a mental check, storing up every moment best she could. The newness, the wonderful bite and need Joel brought with his touch.
The stroke of his hands over her back and smoothing down her ass was amazing. She squirmed, adjusting position, pressure building in a new way now. Like an urgent requirement to move.
Vicki leaned back so she could look at where they joined. Lifted her hips and watched the shining wet length of his cock slowly appear. Lowered, and he disappeared, the wide crown pressing against the most incredible places.
She didn’t hurt anymore. The pressure kicked up a notch. It made her want even more to explode with his cock inside to see how much different that would feel.
She straightened and found Joel had his eyes squeezed shut, his entire face crinkled as if he were in pain. “Joel?”
He dragged in a breath through his nose before opening his eyes. “How you doing?”
“I want to move.”
Relief shuddered over his face. “Thank God.”
Vicki appreciated him even more in that moment for taking her so gently. She stared into his eyes as, cautiously but with more vigour, she moved over him. He caught her by the hips when she was halfway up, adding his help. Lifting a little higher than she’d intended, bringing her down with a little more force.
The increased motion made her breasts swing, their bodies close enough her erect nipples brushed his chest. That need to burst free was there in her core, waiting, and she squeezed her inner muscles as an experiment.
“Fucking hell.” Joel grimaced again. “God, I’m dying here. Don’t send me over without you.”
They were both panting, breath rushing out in gasps. She took a clue from his earlier actions and lowered her hand so she could play with her clit. Ran her fingers along the seam where they joined to grab moisture, savouring being able to touch him.
When she broke this time it was different. With her body pulsing around the rock-solid length of his shaft, the pleasure was so much more focused and intense. He worked in and out steadily, the incredible stroking on her constricting sex making her shake as repetitive rollers bore down on her.
“Oh, yes.” Joel pulled her hard into his lap, thrusting upward as he rolled his pelvis and buried himself as deep as possible. Vicki stilled, trying to feel his release, to experience that as well.
His abdomen tightened, as did his grip on her body, one arm pressing her close. Slightly sweaty, both breathing hard. Full and yet empty…she’d lost all her stress in the past however long they’d been fooling around.
Joel kept her there, motionless for a couple of minutes as they came back down. He stroked her hair, caressed her body, but it was all the more intimate things that meant the world to her.
He didn’t jump up and run off. He didn’t start making small talk. Their breathing slowly got in synch, and he rubbed his cheek against her head. The quiet touches were what turned this from a fabulous experience into something she’d always remember.
She pulled back before he did.
Joel winked. “If that smile is any indication, I didn’t blow it too badly for your first time.”
Contentment poured over her. “Score. One hundred percent.”
He cupped her face and kissed her one last time. Like a blessing, and a thank-you. Something for what they’d done and confirmation he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
Or maybe she was putting her own thoughts into his actions.
He leaned their heads together. “I don’t want to get out of bed, but I have to.”
Vicki collapsed lazily onto the mattress as he rose to his feet and dealt with the condom. “There are towels in the bathroom cabinet if you want a shower.”
“I’m not going to be gone that long, darling, so quit hogging the covers.”
He vanished into the bathroom for a minute, sink water running. Vicki found the energy to adjust the bedding and pull back the quilt. Half the pillows usually got shoved to the floor at night, so she rolled over to rearrange them.
The sight of blood made her swear. She’d forgotten. So much for simply rolling over and falling asleep.
Of course Joel returned at the exact instant she had a fist full of bloody quilt.
“I was coming to get you.” He glanced at what she held, his smile fading but not to discomfiture, more to understanding. She was all ready to get embarrassed and shit, but he took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. Grabbed the quilt with his free hand and led her to the bathroom.
“Crawl in the tub,” he ordered. “Shower or bath, whatever you want.”
He caught her under the chin and took her mouth again, catching her with her lips open in protest. She decided to simply enjoy the moment, whatever the hell he was up to.
Joel stepped back, his gaze dropping over her body. The self-satisfaction on his face made her happy. “I have no objections to washing you up if you’d like, but you tell me what you’d prefer. I’m not going asshole on you or do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
Vicki glanced at the blood on her thighs. Jeez, how sexy was that? No, this one she wanted to be in charge of. She caught hold of the curtain, winking at him. “I totally want to fool around in a shower sometime, but right now? I won’t be long.”
He nodded, and she pulled the curtain across, flipped on the water and ducked from the first cold spray. By the time it warmed to tepid, she was impatient to get back for some cuddling. She hurriedly washed her legs, going carefully over the tender folds of her sex.
She hopped out and dried off, ignored the mirror and simply grabbed an elastic for her hair.
Strolling from the bathroom butt-naked took guts, but she figured what the hell, he’d already seen it all. Seen it, and enjoyed it.
Joel was smoothing the quilt on her bed, his taut ass flexing as he reached to the corner and tucked the material in.
Vicki could have stood there all night admiring the view.
“You ready to sleep?” He asked the question as he pivoted, and this time it was her turn to glance away from what she shouldn’t have been staring at. Joel grinned. “Or at least, are you ready to crawl back into bed for a while?”
She eyed the quilt. “You get the…blood out okay?”
He did a Vanna White hand gesture over the surface. “You see anything? Don’t worry. I have five brothers, remember? On any given day growing up we had to hide the evidence of us fighting from our ma, and knowing how to get out blood stains was vital.”
She could see that. She could also see everything else about him, as he seemed comfortable being naked in front of her. Vicki stepped closer and pressed a hand to his chest.
“I never really got to touch you,” Vicki protested. “Although I loved what I did get to touch very much.”
Joel pulled the quilt back. “More touching is on the agenda, but we’ve got time. Come on, get in.”
Vicki peeked down at her naked self. “Should I pull on anything?”
Joel’s eyes widened. “Not for my sake. I think you’re wearing exactly what you should to go to sleep.”
She crawled on the bed and shuffled toward the wall. “You sleep in the buff all the time?”
“Saves on laundry.” Joel joined her, somehow fitting his bulk next to her. “What are you doing way over there?”
“Yeah, right, this bed wasn’t made—
oh
, for a person your size.”
He’d caught her around the waist and pulled her tight to his body, tucking them together like two spoons. She wiggled but couldn’t go far, not with the weight of his arm over her torso and the slight angle of his hips. He had her well and truly pinned in place, his breath caressing past her cheek.
She wanted to ask him all sorts of things, questions and ideas for other activities they could do sexually and otherwise.
But somehow the warmth of him wrapped so close shoved all her plans to a future agenda. “I had fun tonight, Joel.”
And she had. Incredible fun. It wasn’t until she was teetering over into sleep she remembered the entire evening hadn’t been wonderful.
Amazing what good sex could erase. What a caring touch could move into the less-important list. And like he’d instructed her earlier in the evening, she didn’t try to analyze it, just accepted it.
Vicki gave in to sleep, satisfied that the day had finished with far more highs than lows.
Chapter Sixteen
Vicki’s breathing slowed as she drifted into sleep. Joel, on the other hand, was wired.
Physical satisfaction had calmed him for a moment, but now there was too much time to think through all the things he should have done differently. Like being far more careful as he took her virginity.
The other day when they’d fooled around he’d suspected she’d told him the truth, but he hadn’t been hundred percent sure. Not until tonight. Not only the response of her body, but her face—part of him felt like a shit for taking her innocence.
Another part wanted to stand up and cheer because she’d said what she’d wanted, and he’d listened. That didn’t seem to have happened very often in her life.
They had over five months to spend together, and at the end of it, he was sure they would be successful in changing some people’s minds about Vicki’s reputation. For those who refused to budge from their thinking, well, with her leaving town she could still feel successful.
Only how was he going to keep her safe until she left?
The light from the street lamps sent a dim glow into the small apartment, and he adjusted position until her face was visible. The shadows made it difficult to see if the blue mark on her cheek was a bruise or bad lighting. He’d be making a few inquiries regarding who the hell had been involved in attacking her. Maybe she didn’t want to press charges, but knowing why it happened was one step in making sure it never happened again.
And she was never going to be unchaperoned in public around him.
The ass across the way was more difficult to deal with. Joel couldn’t see anything that could be done. Getting her to move into his trailer was out. Jesse would never go for it even if it would defeat the purpose of setting a new path. No one would believe Vicki wasn’t sleeping with them both.
She rolled, and the bed creaked forebodingly. Joel held his breath until she settled, one palm pressed to his chest. A happy sigh escaped her, and Joel gave up. For tonight there were no solutions, just the warmth and comfort of being there with her.
Tomorrow they’d deal with some of the chaos.
Or at least that was the plan. Unfortunately, morning arrived at about three a.m. He opened his eyes, not sure what had woken him.
It sounded again, metal on metal creaking ominously, and the bed quivered.
Shit
.
He scooped Vicki up and attempted to roll to safety, but it was too late. They crashed downward, her body hitting into his with enough force a gasp escaped.
Vicki called out, sleep slowly shaking from her eyes as she blinked hard. “What…?”
The mattress lay at an awkward angle under him, Vicki cradled on top. “I think we broke your bed.”