Confused #1 (Confused Romance Series - book#1) (3 page)

He continued worshipping my body with
his lips and his tongue, going further downwards. I sighed with
pure delight when his tongue laved a line down my tummy, giggled
when he darted it into my navel, and I gasped in genuine surprise
when he slicked a long finger with his spit and stroked me between
my legs. I didn’t have any underwear on so he had unencumbered
access to my pussy. I could have told him that he shouldn’t have
bothered to moisten his finger. I was already wet down there, and
more than ready to be fucked.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you in
the shower,” I said, my voice rough. I sighed again, deep and
needy. “You won’t believe the things I want you to do to
me.”

I stepped out of my panties, let them
drop on the linoleum floor, and hoisted myself up onto the kitchen
counter, pushing aside his cooking paraphernalia. I must have made
a truly lascivious picture, with my legs spread open for him on the
tiled countertop, a physical invitation for Nick to take me
hard.

He bent down between my legs, kissed
my already swollen clit, once and gently, before he licked his way
down to my entrance. He seemed to love how I tasted. Nick lapped up
my juices eagerly, pushing his tongue into my wet pussy, and I
couldn’t bring myself to be ashamed of how easily I opened up for
him, giving him access to that most private of places.

I squirmed on the countertop as he
continued licking me, giving head like his life depended on it. He
moved his mouth to my clit, and he sucked on it, tongued the
sensitive little bud until I screamed in pleasure. I screamed even
louder when he plunged two fingers into me, crooking them inside me
just so to find my sweet spot.

You can imagine how disappointed I was
when Nick pulled his mouth away from me, wiped my juices off his
chin with his free hand – though he kept moving his fingers inside
me, in and out, in and out – and said, “You liked this a lot last
night.” He gave me a wicked smile. “You said you could die happy
with my fingers inside your pussy.”

“Oh God,” I gasped. That sounded just
like the awful pillow talk I was afraid I’d spouted. I was having a
hard time concentrating as he fucked me with his fingers, and he
just kept on going. “Well – can’t say that wasn’t
accurate.”

He smiled at me, leaned over to kiss
me, long and deep. He bit on my lower lip, hard but not hard enough
to hurt, and pulled his fingers, wet with my juices, out of my
pussy.

I made a frustrated noise, but he
pushed me back down onto the counter.

“I’m going to fuck you good and hard,”
he told me, “So hard and so good that you won’t remember your own
name when we’re done.”

I nodded. “That’s what I
wanted.”

Chapter 3

I
watched as he took off his
clothes, admiring how his torso stretched and flexed as he pulled
his shirt over his head, shoved his pants and his tight purple
Y-fronts down and off his ankles. The color of his briefs was
disconcerting – really, purple? – but I didn’t have much time to
dwell on that.

Nick bent over me, covering me with
his body, and his cock throbbed hard and heavy against my stomach.
He took my hands in his, twining our fingers together as he kissed
me again, and again. My hips bucked forward involuntarily. I was so
hot with arousal that I had to pull away before it all became too
much, and I ended up coming all over the kitchen counter without
even being touched.

Just then, Nick drew back. I gave the
most embarrassing wail at the sudden loss of contact, but it turned
out he had a good reason for his actions.

“Condom,” he panted, looking dazed.
“Need one. They’re in the bedroom.”

At any other time, I would have found
his concern for safe sex commendable, but right now it was just
maddening. I wanted to scream at him, hedonistically, to just give
it to me already, but I knew he was doing the right
thing.

“The bedroom then,” I told him.
“Now.”

We couldn’t get there fast enough. I
meant to slip off the kitchen counter and run to his bed, but in my
hyper-aroused state, I couldn’t do much more than sag helplessly
into his embrace. Fortunately, Nick had a better handle on the
situation, better self-control than I did. He lifted me off of his
countertop as though I weighed less than a kitten, swinging my legs
over his arm to carry me, bridal style, to his room. I kicked my
legs and shrieked in real delight. Jesus, he was so strong! He was
barely out of breath by the time he deposited me gently on the bed,
and I thought I could safely put his panting down to
arousal.

“Come over here,” I said, opening my
arms to him.

“Hang on,” murmured Nick. He was
rummaging in the drawer of his bedside table. It felt like he was
taking much too long, but at least I was getting an eyeful of his
naked body curved like a question mark as he hunted for his
condoms. When he found them – finally! – his hands were shaking so
much that he couldn’t even rip open the foil.

“Here, Nick, let me,” I offered,
unable to wait any longer. When he just kept fumbling with it, I
went up on my knees to snatch the packet from his hand.

By some miracle, I managed to keep my
hands completely steady. In just a few seconds, I had the condom
out, and was beckoning Nick closer so that I could put it on him. I
paused only to give the head of his gorgeous cock a brief suck,
savoring the taste of him before rolling the latex down over his
impressive length.

Once that was taken care of – safe
sex, just like he wanted – Nick pushed me down onto the pillows and
positioned himself over me, kissing me again, deep and sweet. My
hands went down to grope the round, firm globes of his buttocks,
and slid down to his cock to demonstrate exactly what I wanted. He
was so hard, so big, and blood-hot even through the latex. Moaning
crazily, I guided him to my pussy.

The head of his cock slid inside me
easily, and the hardness and heat of it inside me made me groan in
ecstasy.

“God, you’re so tight,” he gasped into
my ear, and he groaned throatily as I thrust my hips upward to take
more of him in. “So tight – so fucking tight. You are so good, fuck
yeah, so damn good…”

He kept up the dirty mantra, repeating
gorgeously filthy words over and over, as his dick worked its way
into my pussy. I could tell he was having a hard time controlling
himself, pulling his cock out and pushing back inside me just a
little deeper each time.

“You can go harder than that,” I
whispered, and I bit his earlobe to show I didn’t mind being
rough.

“I’m pretty big.” He gave me a grin
that told me exactly how well-endowed he was. “I might hurt
you.”

I threw my arms around his neck and
pulled him to me, loving the way the weight of his sweaty chest
rested on me. “Please!”

But he continued at that slow pace,
and it was maddening. Each deep thrust brought me to the edge, but
never close let me get close enough, and I was ready to cry with
frustration.

“Wait, Amy,” he said, kissing the
corners of my eyes. “Wait just a little.” Then, with a grunt, he
drove all of his hard, hot length into my pussy.

I howled. It felt so good. It felt
even better than I imagined it would. Nick began to move, thrusting
harder and harder, each push ending with a smack of his flesh on
mine. He whispered into my ear as he fucked me, his voice low and
dirty. “God, you’re unbelievable, Amy…look at how you’re taking all
of me in…fuck, this is even better than last night…you’re a
goddess, Amy, you are so fucking good…”

I couldn’t speak anymore. I was lost
between the sound of his voice, his hands tracing the curves of my
body, and his huge dick pounding hard into my pussy. I was still
able to let my hands do the talking for me, however, touching every
inch of him that I could reach: his ass, his pecs, his shoulders,
his strong arms, even the place where we were joined.

My perception of time stretched out,
twanged, and broke as he fucked me. I don’t know how long it took
before I came, but when I did, I shouted so loudly that his
neighbors must have heard me. But I didn’t care. I could feel that
Nick was close too, and he went on pounding his cock into me until
he came, groaning as he climaxed so deep inside me that I didn’t
know where I ended and he began.

Chapter 4

E
verything was coated in a
honey-colored haze after that. Once we managed to get ourselves out
of bed, Nick continued to be kind and caring. He brought me a glass
of water, and let me stay in bed sipping it while he found my
clothes for me. (I thought it was a little funny that he insisted,
but it could have been just that he didn’t want me rooting through
his bright and shiny wardrobe – honestly, I’d never known that a
guy could have so many pairs of loud underwear.) And as if that and
breakfast weren’t sweet enough, Nick even spared me the walk of
shame. He went to the bus stop with me, and waited, talking about
movies and books, until I was safely on my way.

No man had ever treated me so well. Is
it any wonder that I couldn’t stop thinking about him?

I touched myself every night, bringing
myself to orgasm with the memory of our lovemaking, and I found
myself daydreaming of Nick in class. I knew I was done for when I
started doodling his name on my photocopies of illuminated
manuscripts like a besotted high school freshman.

The only solution was to see Nick
again, and tell him how I felt. I became reckless, and took to
haunting the pub where we’d first met in direct defiance of my
parents’ wishes. The first two times proved fruitless, but exactly
one week from our explosive encounter, he was there.

He saw me as I was trying to make my
way to him through the crowd, and ducked out of the back door. I
wasn’t going to be put off that easily.

I followed him to the
alley behind the building, grabbed his arm, and kissed him as well
as I knew how. I’d been dying to make him realize that I wanted
more than playing an especially dirty species of footsie under the
table (because Nick gorgeous and he was
right there,
because – yes, I had to
admit it – I’d been fantasizing about that cock of his). I wanted
to tease him, to play a little as payback for his attempt to give
me the cold shoulder, and, with the heat pooling dangerously
between my thighs, I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just
teasing.

My kiss was an attack. There was
nothing soft or hesitant about the way I pressed my lips against
Nick’s, claiming territory like an invading army, or the way I
drove him backwards until his back hit the grubby wall next to the
door. He snaked away from me long enough to mutter something about
being in public, how anybody could see them, but I threaded my
fingers through his gorgeous chestnut curls to pull him down and
caught his mouth again.

There was a brief moment of resistance
on his part, a stiffening of his shoulders and a pursing of his
closed lips that had me thinking he was going to push me away, but
he did no such thing. His grip on my upper arm tightened, and he
let me swipe my tongue over his bottom lip, let me coax his mouth
open to deepen the kiss.

I still had my hands in his hair, and
my fingers tightened as I pressed forward, making him moan into my
mouth. His tongue slid against mine, inviting me in, and I pushed
forward, hungrily tasting, exploring, withdrawing just a little to
run the tip of my tongue under his lip before plunging in again,
rocking my hips forward as I went.

He was unmistakably,
gloriously
hard
.
I could feel the heat of his erection against my stomach, and
little sparks of pleasure went off under my skin, because
(
oh God, yes!
) he
was very well hung indeed. It would have been so easy to take him
out of his pants then and there, to discover all over again exactly
how good he’d feel in my hands, in my mouth,
inside
me. I pressed myself closer,
and heard a soft crunch from his jacket that might have been his
reading glasses.

Nick made a small noise that might
have been one of concern, and shifted as well as he could between
me and the wall so that his jacket fell open, and he could press a
thigh between my legs. I hummed appreciatively, moving my hands
from his hair to his neck to his chest, splaying them wide over
firm pectorals and the cotton of his T-shirt as I ground against
his leg. He was kissing me properly, a participant now and not a
witness, sucking on my tongue, chasing after it into my mouth (I
couldn’t help a smile – no doubt he was tasting chocolate), making
me go weak at the knees with the expert way he used his lips and
tongue.

Still, there was something missing.
Addled with lust, I couldn’t think of what it was, knowing only
that there needed to be something more – something that wasn’t
necessarily me yanking my shorts down and riding his cock, though
that was a welcome idea – until Nick’s fingers slid ever so
slightly down my jacket sleeve. Then I realized: he was keeping his
hands to himself, one chastely on my arm and the other held out
stiffly to his side, like one last vestige of propriety. I laughed,
drew my lips up his jawline, enjoying the roughness of end-of-day
stubble, until I brought my mouth to his ear.