Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) (3 page)

Summer

I felt ridiculous, standing there
in his arms with tears pouring down my face as he looked at me puzzled. I was
so confused, I’d always dreamed of falling in love with someone and then us
making love and it being absolutely wonderful. I wanted that. But if I didn’t
act as if I knew what I was doing for my job, I could lose the most amazing
opportunity of my life. And Logan was right, who better to lose it to than him?
He obviously knew what he was doing, he was gorgeous and kind and … I
really
liked him. I mean anyone would looking at him, but when he’d grabbed my hand
at the front door I’d felt some surge of energy pass between us and I knew he’d
felt it too from the look on his face. I may not know him, but I felt a weird
connection to him, I actually felt safe with him, I
trusted
him. When he
kissed me I nearly passed out. I went lightheaded and tingly and my heart was
racing so fast I thought I was going to die. Thank God this was nothing like my
first experience, my first
and
last experience. I needed to see this through,
I couldn’t afford to freeze or have a freak out on set. I reached up and put my
arms around Logan’s neck and felt his hard body pressing against mine, his one
hand gently kneading my backside, his other hand holding my neck firmly, as if
anyone would turn away from his kiss. He suddenly pulled away leaving me
feeling lost as I looked up at him slightly dazed. His grey eyes had gone
darker and he was breathing as fast as I was. Was he really like this because
he wanted me? Or was he just super highly sexed and got like this with any
woman? I decided sadly that it was the latter.

‘O my God, what are you doing?’ I
gasped as he suddenly bent down and swept me up into his arms.

‘I’m taking you to the bedroom.
I’m going to make you come a few times to loosen you up, get you relaxed and
wet for me, then I’m going to make love to you, then we’ll shower and you can
relax for the rest of the night knowing that it’s done and dusted. I promise
that you can trust me to take care of you. We can pick up on our “date” later,
talk, eat, kiss, make love again, because Summer, I’m telling you now that once
tonight isn’t going to be enough for me. Instead of tears because you’re
scared, I’ll make you cry tears of pure bliss. So am I calling James, or am I
carrying you to the bedroom?’

‘Bedroom,’ I whispered as felt my
stomach twist, and his face broke into another big smile and he dipped his head
and kissed my forehead.

‘You won’t regret it. That’s a
guarantee.’

Logan

She was still trembling as I made my way to the master
bedroom. She was obviously holding onto something that happened in her past. It
was natural to be nervous your first time, hell I remember I was all those
years ago, but not
scared.
If some bastard did this to her, I’d find out
who he was and put the fear of God into him. Suddenly I no longer cared that I
couldn’t fuck her the way I liked to fuck, I just wanted to take care of her,
please her more than I’d ever pleased anyone. If I never saw her again after
tonight, I wanted her to have fond memories of me when she remembered her first
time. I wanted no man to ever compare to me. Hell, who was I kidding? I wanted
no man to ever fucking touch her again. I had some unnatural obsession with
this woman, if only I’d met her in a bar or club and could have taken the time
to see if there was something between us. I guessed I should be grateful that I
at least had her for the night, my own real life virgin for the night. I set
her down at the foot of the bed and clasped her face as I looked down at her.

‘Look at me Summer, look into my
eyes. I’m
not
going to hurt you. You want me to stop at any time you
tell me, ok?’

‘I just say stop?’ she asked
quietly as her concerned eyes searched mine.

‘No, you may say stop because
you’re on pleasure overload, but you won’t really mean it. You choose a word
that you won’t forget, something that means something to you, that you can yell
at me and I’ll be clear you’re at your limit.’

‘Ant,’ she whispered as a tremor
ran through her.

‘Ant?’ I repeated and detected a
nod from her. ‘Ok, your brief was to teach you all about sex, but for now all
I’m going to do is make your body feel good, so good you’ll beg me to make love
to you and when it’s over you’ll know that you no longer have anything to be
frightened of. We’ll take a break and then you can enjoy the rest of the night
where I can teach you as much as I can, ok? I need you to trust me and do as
you’re told.’ I held her gaze and saw her gulp and she chewed the inside of her
mouth again and nodded. ‘I promise you won’t regret it,’ I whispered and kissed
her softly as I swept my thumbs over her pronounced cheekbones. This was torture,
I just wanted to rip her dress off and fuck her up against the wall, on the
floor, bent over the bedroom chair, on the bed, damn …
everywhere
, fast,
hard and raw. I wanted to bite her neck and mark her, show everyone that she
was taken. She was going to be my biggest challenge yet.

‘I’m sorry I’m so …’ she smiled
and shrugged.

‘No apology necessary. I’m going
to take off this dress now, I want to unveil your body, because you have a
seriously sensational body. This will be no different to me seeing you in a
bikini, ok? No reason to be scared.’

‘Ok,’ she whispered. I reached
around her and very gently, and slowly, I was that desperate to touch her that
I had to focus to keep my hands from shaking as I unzipped it. I carefully
pulled it down and she wriggled her arm out of it and shimmied her hips. I
watched with bated breath as the material slid down her body, unveiling her
slowly and my mouth went dry. She had the fullest round breasts, barely
contained by the green demi bra I’d purchased for her. A tiny waist with a
gentle swell to her toned stomach and her hips curved outwards, perfectly in
proportion to her chest. ‘You’re beautiful,’ I sighed as I dropped to my knees
in front of her and softly kissed her stomach. She gasped and tentatively put
her fingers into my hair making me shiver. I slowly lay a trail of kisses from
one side of her body to the other, following the edge of the tiny knickers she
was wearing. My cock was quivering in my jeans, I could smell her arousal, she
was wet for me and I longed to rip off her knickers and plunge my face between
her legs and lap her dry.

‘Ahhhh,’ she cried as I gently
nibbled on her side.

‘Sit on the edge of the bed for
me, Summer,’ I ordered. She did as she was told and gazed at me wide eyed, I
clasped her face and kissed her again, properly, more forcefully, letting my
tongue dance with hers as I increased the intensity, ever wary for signs that
she wasn’t handling it well. She held my shoulders and whimpered as I reached
around and unhooked her bra. I was skilled enough to do it one handed without
looking, which was good as I didn’t want to let her lips leave mine for a
second more than was necessary. She pulled it away as she broke from our kiss
leaving me feeling bereft. The loss was compensated by the sight of her
perfectly rounded domed breasts with large pink nipples. I cupped one in my
palm and gently ran my thumb over the nipple which elongated immediately. I
rolled it between my fingers and heard her let out a sigh and saw her fingers
clawing at the comforter below her.

‘Logan,’ she moaned.

‘Your breasts are perfect,’ I
sighed. ‘I want to suck your nipple, suck it until you soak your knickers.’ I
dipped my head, took one in my mouth and sucked and nibbled as she squealed
above me and her fingers weaved into my hair, holding me in position. I loved the
taste of her skin, it aroused me even more, she was beguiling me, her innocence
only deepened my desire for her. I heard her breathing faster, felt her hips
squirming and knew she was close to a climax. I sucked and licked harder and
looked up to see her big blue eyes gazing down at me and her mouth dropped and
started to judder as her orgasm hit her. She let out a series of cries with my
name tangled up somewhere in them. I smiled as she sat in a daze, instructed
her to lift her hips and peeled her sodden knickers off her, proud that I’d
just given her the first orgasm of her life.

Summer

I was still speechless, this
extraordinarily
handsome man
was kneeling between my thighs watching me fall apart above
him. I wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, if
that
had been an orgasm,
I’d never experienced anything like it. I felt like I was floating, lightheaded
and delirious. Since Anthony, the son of our old neighbour, had tried to rape
me when I was fifteen I’d shied away from anything sexual. I’d viewed sex as
something to be scared of. Dad had nearly killed him when they came home early
from a day out, due to Mum having a migraine. He’d heard me screaming as
Anthony had me pinned to the lounge floor as he tried to rip my clothes off me.
Mum had spent a long time trying to tell me that sex could be wonderful, but
until I landed this role I didn’t see the need to deal with my fears. I was too
busy trying out for parts and working to have a boyfriend, but somehow I just
trusted that Logan wouldn’t scare me. As I sat on the bed totally naked he
kneeled upright and kissed me again. He trailed his lips along my jaw and down
the side of my neck making me tremble again, but this time it was with
pleasure, not fear. His lips lingered in one particular spot that made me melt,
and I leaned my cheek against his soft hair. I could feel my stomach doing some
weird rolling motion and my pussy was getting all wet.

‘You have the most exquisite body
I’ve ever seen,’ Logan murmured against my neck and I sighed happily as his lips
meandered across my shoulder. He suddenly sat back on his heels looking into my
eyes, I could feel the desire for me blazing out of them. Men often looked at
me as if they wanted me, but nothing compared to the way Logan was looking at
me now. How did he do that? Could he just turn it on with every woman he slept
with? I gulped as his long fingers reached up and started unbuttoning his
shirt. When he shrugged it off I couldn’t stop staring, struck again by how his
photo hadn’t done this perfection justice. His body was insanely toned, large
rounded shoulders and biceps, protruding abs and his
stomach
, I just had
to reach out and drag a finger down from his throat to the buttons on his jeans.
I looked back up at him surprised when he made a strangled noise in the back of
this throat. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want you right
now. Are you ok?’ he asked.

‘I … I think so, I’m not sure
what just happened.’

‘You had an orgasm, Summer. Have
you really never had one before?’

‘No,’ I whispered as I blushed
and hung my head and folded my arms across my large breasts, suddenly feeling
vulnerable.

‘What happened to you?’ he asked
as I felt a hand stroking my hair.

‘A friend tried to … my dad
pulled him off me, but it still scares me when I think about it. He was so
rough and aggressive, he …’ I closed my eyes and shuddered at the thought of
it. I suddenly felt Logan’s arm under my legs and another around my back. He
picked me up as I looked up at him wide eyed.

‘I’m going to set you down on the
bed, lie next to you and touch you, gently, until you’re relaxed and wet enough
to take me, ok?’ He lay me down on top of the soft duvet and I nodded and
watched as he unbuttoned and dropped his jeans. I took in a shocked inhalation
as I saw the bulge in his black fitted boxer briefs.
That
was supposed
to go inside me? He lay on his side next to me and turned my face to his and
kissed me again. Slow, tender kisses with his hot lips that had me feeling all
dizzy again. I rolled onto my side and clutched his waist as he slid one arm
under me, his hand palming my shoulder blade, the other holding my chin and I
lost track of time as we just kissed for what seemed like forever. I felt like
chewing gum that had been left out in the heat of the sun, totally soft and
pliable. I sighed as he moved his hand down to gently squeeze and knead my
breast and I pushed my shoulders back, thrusting myself into his hand, wanting
more of his attentions. As our tongues entwined and our lips swelled, his hand
followed my waist down and out over my hips to grip my backside and squeeze
that too. I squirmed, I had such a weird sensation between my legs and I felt
like I was drowning in him. His scent was amazing, everything about him was
amazing. As his hand moved around and a finger slowly trailed up my thigh I
tensed a little.

‘Logan?’

‘You’re safe. I’m going to touch
you, but I promise for the tiny moment that you feel scared, there’ll be
hundreds more moments where you’re sobbing with pleasure. Trust me.’ His voice
was so deep, reassuring and
sexy
that I just nodded and took a gulp as I
looked down at his hand. ‘I want you to watch my eyes, Summer. Don’t look at my
hand, don’t think about what I’m doing.
Feel
it,’ he ordered. I looked
back up at him again and trembled as his fingers moved higher, but for some
inexplicable reason I parted my thighs for him. I saw the corners of his lips
uplift into the sexiest smile, before I let out a high pitched noise as his
fingers slid through me. He was breathing as fast as I was and I could see
orange flecks heating up the grey of his eyes. When he reached, what I could
only assume was my clit, I jolted as tingles spread all through my body and I
gasped. ‘Good?’ he asked in a throaty tone.

‘Yes,’ I whispered breathlessly.

‘Lie on your back for me and open
your legs wider. I’m going to caress your clit until you come again, then slide
one finger at a time inside you until you get used to the feeling of fullness.
I’ll mimic sex with my hand so that you can feel how amazing it will be to have
me inside you. I want you to cry Summer, not tears of pain or terror, but tears
of pleasure, understood?’

‘Understood,’ I nodded and did as
I was asked. I bit my lip as my cheeks heated up again. He was looking at my
body, my
naked
body, and he looked like he was enjoying it. I needed to
get used to this. Other than a pair of flesh covered knickers, I’d be like this
on set soon. Though I had a feeling that Daron, my co-star, wouldn’t make me
feel half as good as Logan was. I tensed and clutched the duvet below me as
Logan circled that incredibly dense and sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt
myself getting wetter and for some reason my hips automatically lifted, pushing
me against his hand.