RidingtheWaves (11 page)

“I want to make this a night to remember, Annalee.”

Considering the circumstance, she refused to read further
into that statement. She’d give him this night, and if something happened… No!
She couldn’t let that type of negativity bombard her thoughts.

She lowered her eyes, but Jesus, he was looking at…she
couldn’t pull her legs together. Why was it so damn erotic? Her body dispensed
a stream of warm liquid onto her robe. “Brent, at least make it enough to last
until you come back.” Her gazed moved to his face. “You will come see me again,
won’t you?”

“My first stop,” he said, placing his thumb on her clit and
giving it a swirl.

Her hips jerked. “Soon.” She arched her neck, bumping her
head into the cabinet, and rotated her bottom to the twirl of his thumb.
“Promise?” she gasped.

“As soon as I can.” He pulled her closer, to where her ass
slightly dangled over the edge. He supported her back with his free hand and
slipped a fingertip inside her.

She bit her bottom lip, enjoying the swirling sensation as
her insides came alive. Grabbing the cabinet lip, she pushed her bottom down,
forcing his precious finger deeper. And when he brushed against her G-spot she
nearly flew off the counter. “Right there,” she wailed. “Jesus, Brent, right
there.” She spread her legs to the max and ground her crotch into his hand,
praying he’d add another finger or two.

“Annalee, I can fuck you in ways you’ve never imagined and
make you feel things you’ll never forget in this lifetime.” His breathing was
heavy and evenly paced, adding passion to her frenzy. “All you need to do is
ask.”

She clenched her teeth. “I’m asking.”

He moved his hand away from her crotch. “Try again.”

Not giving it another thought, she dropped one hand from the
cabinet, blindly grabbed his fingers and shoved one inside her pussy. He
immediately removed it but not before she indulged in two seconds of bliss.

“Talk to me.”

“Fuck me with your fingers.” She squeezed her eyes shut,
expecting him to ram her hard. Instead, he tweaked her clit. A delicious tingle
broke loose in her lower body.

Inhaling a content breath, she rolled her hips to the magic
of his fingertip. Just then, something cool pressed against her vaginal
entrance. Before opening her eyes for a peek, it slipped inside, stretching her
open. The coolness added an erotic flare to her overly heated body. “Uhhh,”
slipped from her throat in a glorious sigh.

Fluttering her lashes open, she looked between her legs.
Holy
shit!
He was fucking her slowly with a cucumber he’d taken from the
artificial vegetable bowl. A burst of heat exploded in her tummy.

An action that would normally mortify her made her hotter
than hell. The eroticism beyond the gesture increased her appetite for
something more. Scalding juices poured from her body as her heart rate
increased. Beads of sweat broke along her hairline. She placed her fingers over
his and withdrew the plastic vegetable. “I have a dildo in my bedroom.”

His gaze rolled upward from her pussy. “Show me the way,
baby.”

Annalee,
I can fuck you in ways you’ve never
imagined.
He’d definitely brought that statement to life with the cucumber
demonstration. It was the only thought floating through her mind when he
carried her to the bedroom and stood her on her feet.

Would she ever look at vegetables the same way again?

He bunched a handful of hair at the base of her neck and
tilted her head, exposing her throat to the cool air. When he lowered his face,
she expected a soft, heated kiss, but he delicately bit the skin. “Oww.”
Really, it didn’t hurt. It startled her more than anything.

“Get the dildo and lie on the bed.”

Damn, he didn’t waste time. Those words shot a zing to her
sexual psyche and she nearly made a mad dash to the dresser drawer. But she
played it casual, sauntered across the room, opened the dresser and slowly
moved the panties and bras aside to retrieve the toy. As she took hold of the
lifelike rubber novelty, her heart raced out of control. No one had ever used
it on her. No one. Not even Jared. It was the love play gadget she used to
satisfy herself after all the times he’d neglected to bring her off,
or when
fantasizing about Brent.

Wetness still clung to the inside of her thighs but it had
cooled, and she shivered while walking to the bed. A sudden case of jitters
racked her when she sat down and her teeth chattered. Maybe if Brent wasn’t
standing by the doorway eyeing her like a hungry wolf she’d relax. Along with
his ravenous gaze, excitement and anticipation also toyed with her nerves.

“Take off the robe and lie down.”

It’d be so much easier if he sat beside her rather than
giving orders from across the room. At least she’d have his body heat to cling
to, which might’ve stopped the shivering.

She slid the satin fabric off, set it aside and lay back.
The silence killed her. In the kitchen she’d at least had the hum of the
fridge. But in the bedroom, nothing. She heard not a single sound other than
the chatter of her teeth.

She closed her eyes. Sometimes not seeing helped ease the
unexpected.

Where was he? Was his intention to make this a solo
performance while he stood and watched? Uh-uh. That was not happening. She
wouldn’t touch herself in front of an audience. Guiding
his
hands to her
intimate places or shoving
his
fingers inside her vagina didn’t count.
Okay, so he’d caught her once when she’d
thought
he was asleep. That was
accidental. But no way in hell was she going to lie naked on the middle of
her
bed, touching
her
pussy and fucking
herself
with
her
dildo
to entertain him. How absurd.

Then the bed sagged from his weight. The soft tips of his
hair tickled her cheek right before he kissed her. It started with a gentle nip
then a swipe of his tongue before it deepened, filling her with the same warm,
tingly sensations that started in the kitchen.

A huge amount of relief settled in her shoulders.

He placed his hand on her belly and moved it over her
breasts, kneading and caressing each, pinching her nipples until she thought
she’d die.

“Spread your legs.”

Not a problem. They’d started to fall open at the onset of
his kiss.

His fingers traveled to the apex of her thighs and slid
through her folds, focusing intently on her clit.

She moaned softly and rolled her hips in sync with the warm,
slippery caresses.

“Wider,” he said against her lips. When he removed his
fingers from her crotch, she protested with a moan. “Look at me, Annalee.”

As her eyes fluttered open he took her hand, placed it
between her thighs and covered her fingers with his. Somehow he’d manipulated
them so her index finger was the only thing in contact with her clitoris, and
he guided it in a circular motion around and around the sensitive nub.

Slightly he pulled his hand back. She did the same. “No,” he
said, replacing her fingers to her body. “Make yourself feel good.”

So things led to exactly where she’d feared. Ironically it
wasn’t as humiliating as she’d expected. Although, despite her hand lying on
her pussy, she wasn’t rubbing herself without his assistance. The rubbing
thing, well, that’d take a little getting used to. “I…I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’m sure you do it when you’re alone.”

Not fair. That constituted a different scenario altogether.

He stared in her eyes, kissed her, stared some more and
added another kiss. And in between the actions of his mouth, he placed the
phony dick at her vaginal entrance and inserted it an inch.

She gasped and instinctively tilted her hips to take more.

“Oh no, Annalee. If you want more, earn it.”

Okay. Okay-okay. He needed to be realistic for a moment.
“Brent, that pushes me beyond my limit.”

“The sky is the limit, baby. You said you’d try anything
once.”

Seriously, he didn’t need to use her words against her.

He rubbed the tip of her nose with his. “Don’t be ashamed.”
He shoved the dildo in another inch. “And don’t you dare move.”

Maybe fingering herself wasn’t as humiliating as she’d
labeled it. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d turn red-faced and never
be able to look him in the eye again. “Can I at least close my eyes?”

“Yes.” He smiled and brushed his palm along her cheek.
“Until I tell you to open them.”

Take a deep breath, girl. You can do this.
No
inhibitions. None. She squeezed her eyes shut and laid her finger over her
clitoris. Her reward was another inch of the rubber cock. He pulled it out then
reinserted it, but not any deeper. Over and over he repeated the motions,
halting if she moved her hips so much as an inch. Her pussy screamed.

Biting the inside corner of her mouth, she made one quick
circle around her clit. An electrical sensation overpowered a brief second of
mortification. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she gave it one more swirl.

“Just like that.” He lowered his lips to within inches of
her mouth. “But it’s not enough,” he whispered, releasing the dildo and placing
his finger on top of hers. “Like this.” He took control, manipulating her
finger into a pattern of slow, even strokes. “Feel the difference?”

She nodded. Of course it felt different. With his help, it
didn’t feel as though she tried solely to satisfy herself. It made a big
difference to someone fighting to unleash their inhibitions.

He nibbled her bottom lip. “It’s time to open your eyes.”

So soon?
Inhaling sharply, she batted her lashes open
to his passion-laced gaze.

As the weight of his finger eased from hers, he began a
steady in-and-out pace with the toy. “Keep fondling yourself, Annalee.”

Seriously, what was the purpose of this? Did he enjoy
watching her struggle with her sexuality? The deeper he looked into her eyes,
the deeper he inserted the dildo. When he glanced between her legs an
indescribable hunger darkened his features. An erotic jolt rocked her world.
And then the reasons behind him urging her to fondle herself made sense.
It
pleased him to watch.
And pleasing him pleased her. She suddenly
wanted
him to watch her massage herself, along with the thrusting lifelike shaft
squishing in and out of her pussy.

Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat raced and her finger
fell into a quick up-and-down rhythm inside her slit.

In seconds she surpassed his speed, rolling and pinching and
rubbing her slippery clit while grinding her ass into the bed, giving him a
show he’d never forget. A deep, sated ache built in her tummy and chest. She
couldn’t bear the pressure and needed a release. She increased the strokes with
her finger. Around and around. Back and forth. Up and down—until she couldn’t stand
the brilliant pain any longer. Her neck arched. A guttural moan escaped from
her throat as her insides began to contract, clutching and pulling at the
dildo.

“No, Annalee,” Brent growled. “Not yet.”

In one painstaking motion he withdrew the novelty and
removed her fingers from her crotch.

Ahhh!
“God, Brent, you can’t stop now!”

“Are you ready to take it a step further?”

A step further!
Her version of further was an orgasm
and it was only a nanosecond away. Unfortunately they weren’t on the same page.

Her chest heaved.

Pussy ached.

Heart pummeled her chest.

He brought her drenched finger to his mouth and sucked it,
twirling his tongue around the tip.

Holy shit!
Her insides melted and they drained from
her body by way of her crotch.

Slowly he began removing her finger and bit the knuckle
before the final withdrawal.

“I can’t go any further,” she said through a delirious sigh.

“You’d be surprised how far you
can
go.” His hot lips
padded her brow, her nose and her lips. “I’m going to fill you completely,” he added,
sliding his hand between her legs and slipping two fingers deep inside her
vagina, “anally.”

Mmm, the suave pronunciation of my name. Indifferent, but
so sensual.
“You already are.” She rolled her hips, forcing him yet deeper.

“You’re not listening,” he breathed against her neck,
directly below her ear.

“I hear you.”

“But you’re
not
listening.” He gently chewed her lobe
while slowly increasing the pumping motions in her pussy. “I’m going to fuck
you anally.”

“Your fingers are doing a wonderful job,” she murmured
breathlessly. “But you can replace them with your cock, if you’d like.”

“You’re still not listening.” His voice grew deep and raspy.

The man was killing her. And it wasn’t any surprise when he
removed his fingers, leaving her unfulfilled and empty once more. A frustrated
scream hung in the back of her throat. However, the attention he paid to her
ass by spreading her warm juices over the tight entrance shot tingles to her
belly. Then he breached the opening with his fingertip and his intentions
became crystal clear.

Annalee,
I can fuck you in ways you’ve never
imagined.
Her muscles clamped his finger. Her eyes flared. But within the
instant of uncertainty, she remembered how darn good his finger felt the last
time he’d penetrated the virgin passage.

“Now you’re getting it, Annalee.”

“Brent, I…I’ve never—”

“I know.”

She swallowed, searching his face with her eyes. “I wouldn’t
even let Jared. I was too afraid.”

His gaze hardened. “I’m not Jared.”

Pissing him off now—not a good idea. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean anything by it. It’s just, he was smaller.” She gnawed her bottom lip. “I
don’t think I can.”

“You won’t know until you try it. There’s so many places I
can take you, but not without your consent. It’s your call, baby.”