First Time: Ian's Story (First Time (Ian) Book 1) (17 page)

“
Well, please don’t exercise
any restraint, now,” she gasped.

As if I had any left. I moved my hand from
her back and pushed it beneath her unfastened bra. Her breasts were
lovely, round and just big enough to fill my hand. She shivered
when I palmed her flesh.

My mouth wandered down her throat, the
meeting of her collarbones. Her skin was so soft, I couldn’t help
the low “mmm” of appreciation that escaped me. I raised my eyes to
hers. What I wanted to do was push up her shirt and suck the naked
peak of one nipple into my mouth, but there was time for that. We
could take all night if she wanted, Sunday mass be damned. My
commitment to God didn’t seem quite as important as the hot, tight
blond in my lap, at the moment. And I didn’t feel He could really
blame me. After all, He’d made Penny in His own, perfect image, and
she was undeniably some of His best work.

A faint smile crossed her lips as she leaned
down, taking my face in her hands. I poured all of my thankfulness
and fear and desire into the kiss. It went on and on, a slow
savoring of each other that tightened the already tense thread of
attraction between us. Whatever it was that made her want this,
want me, I was grateful to it beyond words.

She pulled at my shirt and rasped, “Can I
unbutton this?”

“
Be my guest,” I told her,
and she popped two more buttons, then slipped her hands inside to
glide over my chest. She pressed hungry kisses over whatever
exposed skin she could reach. Every touch, sigh, and shudder
blended together. I sank deeper into the intoxication of exploring
what elicited the best responses from her; stroking the side of her
breast was good, circling her nipple with my thumb even better. I
wasn’t sure if it had been five minutes or forty-five minutes that
we stayed that way, her thighs squeezing mine as she rocked in my
lap, our hands and mouths on each others’ bodies.

It was a particularly agonizing pleasure to
have our most intimate parts rubbing against each other through
thick denim. She sat back, pushing perspiration damp hair from her
face as she swung her leg over mine to sit beside me, rather than
astride me. She laid her hand over my fly, and my cock leapt up
eagerly.

“
You unzip,” she said,
adding, “I don’t want to be held responsible for any accidental
maiming.”

The thought of ending up like Ben Stiller in
that horribly awkward movie wasn’t anything to joke about. “Christ,
I hope you’re not speaking from experience.” I tried to laugh.

“
No. Caution.” She fixed her
gaze on my hands, and I reached for my zipper.

If she stared any harder, she could have
just burned my pants off with her heat vision. I felt as nervous as
I’d been the first time a girl had seen it. That had been more
years ago than I cared to remember. “This is always a
nerve-wracking moment.”

“
I promise I won’t laugh,”
she promised gravely.

Penny was nearly perfect. But she needed to
work on her sense of timing and choice of phrasing. “Thank you.
Your confidence is very reassuring.

“
No, I meant—” She giggled
and, apparently deciding I couldn’t be trusted to unveil myself
properly, reached into my boxers and curved her fingers around my
cock. My lungs nearly burst with the air I sucked in; in one simple
act, she’d satisfied my longing and intensified it at the same
time.

“
See, nothing to worry
about.” She jiggled her hand a bit and pushed my shirt up. “Oh my
gosh, and you’re uncut!”

That was the first time I’d gotten such an
enthusiastic reaction from an American woman before. “And that’s a
plus, is it?” I asked with a faint sound that should have been a
confident laugh.

“
Yeah, I’ve never been with
a guy who wasn’t circumcised.” As she spoke, she rolled my foreskin
up to cover the head then slowly retracted it. “Is there anything I
have to do differently?”

“
No, no, that’s…”
likely to make me come in three minutes.
“What you’re doing… Keep doing that.”

She snuggled at my side with a contented
sigh. Instead of trying to stroke me the way I would myself, she
glided her hand up and down without any hurry, as though she
wouldn’t mind spending hours doing it. Her sweet body pressed
against me, and every thought in my head evaporated. The only
things that existed were the squeeze of her hand and the pulse in
my cock, and after a while, I was lifting up to meet her.

She sat up and gripped me with both hands,
gently twisting. She tapped the underside of my shaft with her
fingertips and asked, “How’s that?”

“
Jesus.” How was it? I
exhaled loudly. It was a barrage of sensation. My toes curled at
the top of each stroke. Penny knew exactly what she was doing.
Forcing me to admit it only made it hotter. “You weren’t joking at
the park, were you?”

“
I would never make a
promise I couldn’t deliver on.” She was breathing heavily and
squirming in her seat. Was she as turned on by this as I
was?

Well, probably not
as
turned on. It wouldn’t
be long and I would reach a point of no return. “Ah, Penny. That
is…” I groaned in dismay. “I’m a bit embarrassed, Doll. I don’t
think I’m going to impress you with my staying power
tonight.”

“
I wouldn’t expect you to.”
She licked her lip, and whether it was unconscious or meant to be
as outrageously erotic as it was didn’t matter. “I’m very
good.”

I closed my eyes. It wasn’t that I didn’t
want to absolutely explode in her capable hands, but it couldn’t
have been longer than five minutes since she’d started. What if she
thought that was all I was good for? I thought, if I just didn’t
look at her, at her flushed face and her breasts bouncing as she
pumped me, I would be able to hold out longer. But the moment my
lids closed, she picked up speed. I clenched my fist, but
everything was already tightening up anyway.

Then, a hot, wet touch startled me, and my
eyes flew open to see Penny with her petal pink lips wrapped around
the head of my cock as she tugged me. I tried to say something, but
it was too late. All I could manage was “Oh, fuck,” as I came.

She froze, my cock still pulsing in her
mouth, and swallowed. My body jerked. A keen sense of shame swam up
through the haze of near-perfect pleasure that still blanketed me.
I’d fucking come in her mouth, without asking. I should have
stopped her to get a condom if she wanted me to. I should have
pulled out or pushed her away or—

“
I am so sorry,” I
apologized helplessly. “I didn’t have any time to warn
you.”

She hung her head and laughed. “I’ll take
that as praise.”

“
And fully deserved.” I
struggled to sit up. “Give me a second. I’ve got to go clean up a
bit.”

She reached for her glass of wine “Okay.
I’ll just finish this.”

Should I have offered her some water? I
stood. “Again, I’m sorry.”

“
Don’t worry about it.” She
shrugged. “I guess I’m as good with my mouth as I am with my
hands.”

I humiliated myself with another failed
attempt at a laugh and went to the bathroom.

What the fuck was
that?
my brain screamed at me the moment I
met my eyes in the mirror.
Who fucking
comes in another person’s fucking mouth without permission, then
gets up and walks the fuck away? After she was so nice and fucking
understanding about it?

I hurried myself along, cursing internally
the entire time. Penny probably thought I was an asshole, running
away like I had. Hopefully she would give me a chance to make it up
to her.

Make it up to her? You’d better make her
come so hard her life flashes before her fucking eyes.

She was still on the couch when I came back,
lying half-propped against the back. Her hair was slightly mussed,
her gaze focused on the city beyond the window.

She looked up as I sat beside her. Maybe she
was wondering if I was the type of man who metaphorically rolled
over and went to sleep after he’d gotten off? I didn’t want her to
think I was ungrateful, but my simple “thank you” didn’t seem like
enough.

She smiled. “Any time.”

Any time?
There were few times in my life that my body had
said,
refractory period? What refractory
period
, and it seemed fairly likely to
happen tonight. When I pulled Penny into my arms, the sense of
sexual relief I’d been enjoying was quickly shoved aside by a new
surge of desire, just from the feeling of her body beside mine. I
kissed her cheek, her jaw, all the while imagining all the things I
could do to make her feel as fucking fantastic as she’d made me
feel. “I apologize for the interruption.”

“
I thought we were
done.”

That brought all of my intentions to a
screeching halt. “Do you…want to be?”

If she did want to be, I felt fairly silly;
my mouth was on her neck, my face in her hair, and that apparently
inconvenienced her, and I felt like a right arsehole.

“
What? No, believe me, I am
totally fine with this. I just figured that since you already…” she
hurried to reassure me, but somehow it didn’t make me feel
particularly better.

“
But you didn’t.”

“
I usually don’t.” Her soft
tone betrayed her embarrassment.

Did she think it was her fault that she
hadn’t?

“
Wait.” I sat up, frowning.
“You’ve been giving men absolutely splendid hand jobs—”

“
Thanks!” she said, her face
brightening up like a clear morning.

“
Praise well deserved,” I
said, before I went on, “but none of those men ever made you
come?”

“
Not because they weren’t
good at it. They probably were. I didn’t let them try.”

Oh.
“Oh.” What did I do now? If I offered to help in that arena,
would I be pressuring her to do something she didn’t want to
do?

“
It was too intimate,” she
went on, seeming a bit uncomfortable with the subject. “O-orgasming
in front of someone.”

Having experienced the crushing confusion of
that intimacy just moments ago, I sympathized. “Fair enough. In
that case, forget I mentioned it.”

She laughed nervously. “I don’t want to
forget it. I want you to do it.”

While I was struck positively speechless,
she added, “Let’s do it. I’ll call it a trial run.”

I smiled in response, though I remained
wary. “A trial run?”

“
In case I ever decided to
have sex with you, obviously.” She wiggled a little and licked her
bottom lip. “So…what do I do?”

You likely continue to
knock me off my guard and keep me in a constant state of horny
panic.
Not that I was complaining. Maybe
Annie had been right, maybe Penny did make me feel younger. Because
I felt like a fumbling teenager.

I bent my head to kiss her. Kissing bought
me time to consider. I gripped her hip then slid my hand up, under
her shirt and bra, to palm her breast. A sudden, shocked breath
lifted her chest, and I broke our mouths apart to whisper against
her cheek. “What you should do is tell me if I do anything you
don’t like. And tell me what you do like. I want to learn how to
make you come, and it works a lot better with direction than trial
and error.”

“
Oh God.” Her head tipped
back. “Just keep talking like that.”

I moved my hand to the fly
of her jeans and tentatively pulled down the zipper.
You’ve done this thousands of times, Ian. You
know what you’re doing
. And I was right. I
did know what I was doing. I just had to trust myself to do it
well.

And I could do it well.

I petted the front of her lacy panties with
one finger and felt a bit more like my sexually confident self.
“What? Talking about how much I want to make you come?”

“
Mhmm.” Her breath
quickened. Fuck, I would make it my goal to give her an
orgasm-induced asthma attack, if that’s what it took to make up for
the way other men had treated her.

“
I bet it’s beautiful when
you do.” I stroked two fingers up and down over her panties. They
were damp; I bit my cheek to keep from groaning. “I can’t wait to
hear how you sound.”

She made a noise, held back by her tightly
closed lips.

“
Don’t do that. Nobody will
hear you but me.” I didn’t relish ordering her about, but if she
was so self-conscious as to monitor every moan and whimper, she
wasn’t going to have any fun, at all.

“
Make me get loud,
then.”

Those words, in her sexy, breathy tone,
wrenched a groan from me. I couldn’t stand the separation of that
scrap of lace, anymore. I tried to push my hand beneath, but her
jeans hindered me. While I considered the problem, she simply
asked, “Do you mind if I take these off?”

What man in his right mind
would?
“Not at all. It’ll definitely make
things easier.”

She shimmied her jeans down without ever
having to stand but left her panties on. That seemed a clear signal
that they would be staying on. While I would have loved to see her,
I’d rather she be comfortable. Besides, I would be feeling those
slick petals soon enough. I would visualize them from the touch of
my fingers. Maybe I would sketch her, at least, that intimate part
of her, after she’d gone.

Although, there was at least
one thing under her panties that I desperately wanted to see again.
I hooked a finger through the leg and tugged the lace down, just a
bit, revealing the octopus tattoo I’d see fleetingly at the pool.
“Ah. Now there is the octopus
I
have been wanting to meet.”